#next: the dinner (aka meeting the parents)

[solar-halos]

can’t believe i never dedicated a mood board monday to any of jajajaja’s fics before. this one is for meet the parents. this series in general just has prime finnick lives content, and this fic in particular has the added benefit of johanna being a major girl kisser

[flamingpudding]

Triple Identity Crisis

Danny had a problem. If it was a big one, he couldn't tell yet but he was partially sure Clockwork was at fault for this. Or at least he wanted to blame his ghostly godparent who most likely just wanted to cause some chaos for entertainment with the pretext of helping Danny. Which was a very likely reason for why Danny had a problem right now.

As it was the former Fenton now Fenton-Wayne boy was pacing his room in the Manor trying to think what is next step should be, because as it was his 'new' family –Did new still apply if he was living with them for a little more than a year now? – knew him under three different Identities now. And to top it all off they were not aware that the three identities were all pretty much connected as one.

For one. His family, knew him as Danny, the space obsessed kid, who became a meta because of his ectobiology science obsessed parents and his teenager recklessness. A kid that was actually a genius if you gave him enough time for school and could make you anything out of a ancients be damed toaster. That was the Danny they mainly knew. The Kid they took in, let in on the family business and then chose, to the happiness of Alfred and dismay of some of his 'new' siblings, normal life over vigilante life.

Then they knew Phantom. A dead ghost hero that was helping the Justice League and Young Justice to help them deal with the aftermath of the huge fallout caused by the GIW, Guys in White or rather Ghost Investigation Ward. And while Danny didn't know he had apparently worked with nearly his entire family and that time he knew it now. Which was awkward because he had pretty much pestered one of his elder brothers about his condition until Red Hood, aka Jason, let Phantom help him. Ancient, things might get awkward if that secret is lifted. He had done a lot of things Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Orphan and Robin had scowled him for. Thankfully they only thought of him as a dead teen hero and didn't know what a Halfa was. So they didn't make the connection, and he had yet to meet Signal, aka Duke as Phantom.

Now came the third identity, which totally did not happen by his choice. After all officially he hadn't accepted the throne yet and would only get it once he was dead dead not half dead. To bad ancient texts don't care about formalities. So when trouble hit the fan really hard the Justice League Dark had the bright Idea of getting some other worldly help. Which in other words was summoning the Ghost King. Oh boy, was it fun to learn that way that Danny could get summoned against his will. Clockwork did not give him that warning when he told him about the future of his afterlife. But best of all? Oh he doesn't get summoned as Phantom which would have made things maybe a bit easier, oh no. Life wasn't easy. He got someone's in some as a super weird black-green mass of a formless eltrich body with sharp teeth, claws and glowing green eyes with no pupils or irises. Hell Danny even scared himself when he saw his own reflection in a window and he didn't have a single idea how to change his form.

Let it be known that Danny acted then on purpose like he didn't know a single person in that room he had been summoned in right out of his bed and that he wasn't staring at his adoptive father like he needed help who interpreted his stare as the ghost king sizing him up. And Danny knows this because Dick had a good laugh about that at the dinner table with the rest of his siblings.

Now a smart person would probably come clean to his family and explain to them the three identities they knew him under and how they are connected.

To bad Danny wasn't 'smart' when it came to things like that. No in his panic and newfound awkwardness of the situation of what he had done on separate occasions with his identity as Phantom AND Ghost King, he decided to keep acting like he didn't knew them personally like the truely does. Really how hard could that be? Besides he liked the way his family treated him now. He didn't want to get treated differently because he was half dead, or a Ghost King. He liked that his family was treating him as plain old Danny who had an obsession with space and was their quirkily little brother with powers.

So that gave him even more incentive to keep the act up. Even if it was hard at times, especially if he got summoned out of nowhere. It would be easier if he could get a hang of the duplication power. He even had played with the thought of getting one of his ghost rogues to help but his family was perceptive. Maybe not perceptive enough to realise that all three identities were one and the same person but they would notice if Danny acted just slightly different or if Phantom was more of then usually. But somehow he still managed to keep it up.

But it was the hard way that he learned, Danny was bad at doing the 'talking' and realized that maybe Jazz was right and he was going to slip up one day causing huge misunderstandings like right now.

He stared down at Batman and Nightwing in his Ghost King form. Red Hood had his guns pulled on him, Wonder Woman and Superman looked like they where going to try to pull back Batman any second now while Nightwing, maybe at first was going to try to calm down the bat but Danny was pretty sure the eldest bat kid was now fiercely glaring at him too. He was also pretty sure the only reason he didn't see Red Robin or Robin threaten him too was because their super friends were somehow holding them back. For their own or his safety he doesn't know at the moment.

Because apparently the Bats did not fear fighting otherworldly beings to protect one of their own.

"What did you just say about Danny Fentons death?!" Batman grunted out and Danny just knew his adoptive father was glaring at him. Ancients Danny cursed his brain to mouth filter right now. As he had the collective hero scene before him staring at his Ghost King form. Would this be a good or bad moment to come completely clean or maybe he should find some kind of philosophical bullshit of 'All things death belong to him'....

[writingforatwistedworld]

oooo ok ok ok

so what bout a platonic deuce, epel, and lilia with a gn reader that kinda talks out loud to themselves when they play?

like they say how much they want to be this character's brother, or how they bet this character would be a good parental figure, etc. or even when another character says/does something they don't like they kinda just, voice their opinion on it?

just their reaction to reader talking out loud/voicing their thoughts lmao srry if this doesn't make sense

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, description of violence, obsessive themes, religion, war (if you squint)

Deuce Spade/Epel Felmier/Lilia Vanrouge-Player voicing their thoughts whilst playing (PLATONIC!)

Deuce is a calm guy, they said. Deuce is a chill guy, they said

Well whoever they are haven't seen him when you are around, behind the screen or not

This guy is just happy that you confide in him enough that you voice your thoughts to him

Don't mention that you are just on venting-you-thoughts mode when you play… Like seriously, don't.

He is always more than happy to listen whenever you are talking.

Could be about how much you like his newest card design but could also be about what you want for dinner. Idk? I would recommend something light like banana muffins with blueberries. It's very tasty. Trust me.

If you could see through the coding he would be like “Oh really.” and “You don't say.” or “What? Really?”

What I am trying to say is that he is probably more engaged in this “conversation than most would be

If some poor NPC “interrupts” (aka not heating what he is hearing and starting to talk) he will show them how fragile the ordinary human nose is. In other words, fist meet face. Nose make crack. NPC is screaming.

But on another note, should you voice wishing to be a family member of his, say for example his sibling, he would be over the moon

He is in lalaland, imagining how he and his younger siblings would enjoy their free time together. Heck, probably taking care of some chicks

Oh, and what if you were his older sibling? Like, wow, you would be such a cool role model! You probably wouldn't be a thug like him so that makes you even… cooler (?) in his eyes

Dude over here is having such a great time imagining being your sibling he is low-key looking like he ascended

But then he starts to imagine the darker sides of life

Like how his younger sibling could be bullied in school whilst he is stuck on this island

Or even worse if you are the older one of you two, you might start dating!

I don't know if it is funny or sad that he is feeling a sensation of loss over a sibling he never had

Like bro, chill. Don't beat up that student that looks similar to the imaginary partner you just made up in your mind. They can't be held accountable for your min-OH NO DON… Didn't he want to stop with this?

Epel is literally frothing at his mouth when he hears your innermost thoughts

Now now, I know this is creepy (like wtf get yourself together man) but I promise he is totally normal (who am I kidding he looks like he has rabies) and is also a totally chill guy (is it obvious that I am lying?)

Religious indoctrination or whatnot

Imagine, you are already isolated in a village filled with religious zealots, always hearing how great that person (you) is

And then they spill everything on their mind to you

Give him a day or two and he will be back to normal… if we ignore that poor student in the corner

Like man, you noted one single time how much you liked this NPCs design and the next thing he knows he is seeing red

It's kinda like seeing your favorite family member favoring that one annoying cousin who is related to you over five corners

Has a notebook and writes everything he deems important down… which is a lot to be fair (but let the guy have his weird hobby, ok?)

But then you mention how you wish you were a family member of his and oh my god I think he is this close to breaking the fourth wall for real this time

This hits home to him

Remember how I told you about his village's eight lines higher than this one? Yeah.

There had been others his age but they were little to none and his village is in the middle of nowhere so…

But we also know how much he loves his grandma so it is a given that he would cherish you as well

Also, his god saying that they would want to be related to him. Ugh. He is honored so much that it is disgusting

But I could see this isolation and certain closeness you only get with a sibling also being not so good for you

What if you like the other villagers your age more than him? What if his girly appearance drives you away from him? (Bro u probably more dangerous with those looks than without them bc no one expects you to be able to throw hands but go on)

This leads to more and more self-doubts until he more or less bursts and just turns into someone no one wants to be around because of how aggressive he is

Thank god for the fourth wall or else you wouldn't see him like his old, not-so-destructive self anymore

Lilia is… something

His interest in you isn't purely romantic. It started out as something more like him holding onto something so he wouldn't go mad during “those days” *add fire noises and screaming in the background*

So it's more of a “I BETTER BELIEVE IN SOMETHING OR ELSE I MIGHT LOOSE MY MIND” than “Omg I am such a good follower te-he” situation

Little to no one has had access to the Overseer's thoughts and he is just randomly hearing them whilst thinking about what to make for dinner

Like Epel, he is pretty intense when it comes to you. Difference is that Epels “interest” in you stems from a place of… let's say religious views and Lilias from “those days” *fire noises and screaming in the background intensifies*

But unlike the guy who more or less shares his height and is a cotton candy version of himself concerning their hair he doesn't write down your thoughts

Oh no

This guy listens to it like he is hearing the world's greatest opera singer perform live in front of him

Thank goodness no one other than the other Diasomnia students mention your ramblings or else there would be heads flying

What? Can't a guy hope to have some special link to his deity? God, you all are so cold. Can't you even try to see his perspective? (I am joking please don't do what he does your reaction is totally valid)

But then you once mentioned how much you want to be part of his little family and whoops- there went his sanity

What if he had adopted you and Silver at the same time?

Wouldn't that be the cutest?

Sebek is almost screaming when he suddenly hears *ahem* LILIA-SAMA cooing at nothing out of nowhere

You two would be so cute growing up together and he would be the one honored to be this close to some kind of reincarnation of his God

But- but what if he was the only one knowing who you truly were? The other Faes (Malleus and Sebek being the exceptions) can't hear you so what if… what if you were also seen as some sort of weird outsider like Silver?

Don't get him wrong, the Faes have never shown hostility to his son but there was always that certain distance, Sebek and his family being one of the few accepting the young silver-haired knight as he was

Suddenly Lilia feels a certain kind of rage bubbling up to the surface like he hadn't felt in a long time

Silver… uh… you better hide that meatclea- *coughcough* I mean, legendary sword from your father

[shovellyyy]

Uncle Sukuna, aka Mr Billy Badass of the Itadori family, hates when people mess with his family.

He'd never admit it out loud, though. He'd rather choke on a nail than tell anyone.

He teased and proded at Jin's patience since day 1. In high school, never hesitating to leave puffs full of glitter in his locker, or draw on his face in his sleep.

If anyone else were to do those things, or dare say a word about him, he wouldn't hesitate to do even worse. He'd throw their textbooks over the roof of the school and fill their lockers with slugs.

He felt insatiable pleasure in watching their faces contort in agony or fear while they lived through what's the most embarrassing moment of their high school careers.

He just didn't expect his protectiveness to grow in tenfold when he got a nephew.

Yuuji was a child too good for the world, truly. He was nice to everyone, albeit as naive as a 5 year old is of course. Even as a baby, he was as jolly as one could be.

When he started kindergarten, Yuuji unfortunately learned that not other kids were so nice. It was a lesson for Sukuna too.

As he was picking Yuuji up from school one day in place of Jin, he noticed Yuuji had unusual scuff marks on his face.

"What happened, brat?" Sukuna asked after he buckled Yuuji into the bumper seat.

Yuuji was silent, but before he could speak, he began to sob. "Y-yoshino hit me because I asked him t-to play catch!"

Sukuna prided himself on his control. He was an adult, of course.

He had just never experienced the amount of rage as he's feeling now.

He tells Jin what happens when he gets home before dinner, and Jin talks to Yuuji about it. They decide to talk to the principal the next morning. Sukuna insists on going no matter how much Jin tells him it's unnecessary.

Unfortunately, the principal is a tad less than helpful. Sukuna would've preferred more flare, but instead he just calls this Yoshino kids parents for a meeting.

In an instant, Sukuna sees where the brat gets it from. The kids dad and mom both showed up, and yet only the dad is speaking.

"I doubt he meant it. I mean, why should he play with someone who's not as skilled as him?"

Really? All that confidence in a 5 year old over one fucking game of catch?

Sukuna let his body speak for his brain. He remembers it in flashes:

1. He's standing up.

2. There's screaming.

3. The guy is on the floor with a busted nose. (Probably broken)

4. Sukuna's being dragged out by Jin.

He comes to when they're in the car. It appears that Jin decided to pick Yuuji up early from school while they were there.

Yuuji's babbling happily over something he and his friends Megumi and Nobara crafted during art time.

Jin, on the other hand, is glaring out the windshield.

"You can't just do that, Ryomen." Jin mumbles quietly enough so only Sukuna can hear.

Really, he doesn't give a fuck.

"I'd do it again."

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 28 Soonyoung — marking // car sex

➥ boyfriend!Soonyoung x privileged upbringing!Reader summary: Soonyoung has had to warn you more than once not to tease him while he was driving but sometimes you just didn't want to listen. wc: 3.9k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, alcohol consumption (reader), reader has a rich family & had a privileged upbringing (lol can’t relate), sexual content (minors dni!): car sex (sex on the hood of a car to be precise), unprotected sex (use protection!!), a lot of dirty talk, pet names (mainly baby), degradation (he calls her a whore and a slut a few times) at first Soonyoung’s kinda mean but then he gets very whiny aka he’s extremely vocal, marking (neck, shoulder, chest). If there are any I missed let me know! Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @kosmoreads @yourfavoritefreakyhan Seventeen taglist: @aikisbbq @niktwazny303 @indigo35 @moonlightsora @witherednotes @cixrosie @hoeforcheol @kirooz @yeosayang @katsukis1wife Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Taglist closed!

a/n: I’ve been meaning to write Soonyoung car sex for a while so this is the perfect opportunity. Thank you all so much for reading all the Kinkuary pieces! It’s been a wild ride this entire month and I want to thank everyone who showed each piece love! I hope you liked reading these as much as I loved writing them! I will be doing Kinktober this year but each piece will be supernatural themed. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms. This is dedicated to @ncteez cause she loves Hoshi and I love her. ilysm my honeypot 🍯 I hope you like it. And if you haven't read any of hon's works, 1.) Where have you been??? And 2.) Go show her some love ❤️

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"How many times have I told you?" Soonyoung growled, his hand making contact with your ass for the fifth time. You let out a whimper, fingers digging into the fabric of the seat.

"How many times have I told you? Don't tease me while I'm driving!"

It had started as dinner at your parents', driving from your hotel to your parents’ home in the countryside of your hometown. They offered to let the two of you stay in the guest rooms but when you told your boyfriend that you’d have to sleep in separate rooms, he declined the offer.

If he had to go from sleeping next to you in your shared apartment back in Seoul, there was no way he wasn’t going to sleep next to you while visiting your hometown. “That’s just cruel,” he’d pouted.

You thanked your parents but told them that Soonyoung had already booked your stay in a nice hotel.

The flight to your hometown was uneventful except for the fact that Soonyoung awoke abruptly screaming when the plane hit a tiny bit of turbulance. He apologized profusely to the attendants and the people sitting around you.

The drive to your hotel was also uneventful, you taking over the driving as you knew the city better than Soonyoung did. Upon reaching your hotel, the two of you got checked in and passed out, sleeping for the rest of the day and well into the early morning.

Soonyoung had woken you up with his snores at 5 am on the dot, prompting you to smack him with your pillow before finally getting up and taking a shower, knowing you’d never be able to get back to sleep with his snoring.

That first day was spent showing Soonyoung all the places you used to go when you were younger, showing him your old schools as well as the places you used to hang out with your friends at night when you all snuck out to meet up.

It was foreign but also familiar to him as you explained the importance of each place to you and your friends’ younger selves. He had places like this back in Namyangju. Place he and his friends would go to just be themselves.

It allowed him a glimpse into your past and he was so grateful he’d argued the time off to come here with you.

The following morning was spent in bed, as you spent most of your mornings off together, exploring each others’ bodies like it was the first time though it was long past that.

You’d be spending most of the day at your parents’ house so you needed to get your urges out before then. That was the plan anyway.

But even the best laid plans go awry at times.

For you, it started when Soonyoung exited the bathroom in only a towel, having just showered. You were halfway through your makeup routine when he started to apply his skincare and your eyes wandered.

He’d been spending a lot more time in the gym lately and you obviously noticed how he’d filled out in the time you began dating.

Soonyoung caught you staring more than once and joked that if you kept looking at him with ‘bedroom eyes’ he was going to pounce on you.

Not that you’d be complaining but you had to leave soon if you wanted to arrive on time to your parents’ house.

The entire drive there, Soonyoung kept fiddling with his fingers, shifting in his seat nervously as he asked question after question about your parents.

You reassured him that his English was more than enough to communicate with them and that you had no problem translating if needed. You wanted him to meet your family because Soonyoung was just that important to you.

You almost laughed at the way his eyes widened as you pulled off the freeway and onto a smaller one lane highway. He asked if they lived in the middle of nowhere and if you were actually taking him to your family home.

“You could be taking me to be a sacrificial lamb and I’d never know.”

As you pulled onto the gravel road your parents’ home was on, Soonyoung was almost bouncing in his seat, watching the houses go by, separated by miles and growing in size.

Finally, you slowed down and pulled onto the driveway leading to your parents’ house. You could tell they’d recently replaced the driveway as it was no longer cracked. The drive wound through the wooded lot until you pulled up to the circle drive that passed the front door.

You remembered this house from your childhood but it wasn’t your parents’ back then. It was your grandparents’ house.

You recognized your parents’ cars at the detached garage but there were a few other cars parked out front you didn’t know. One of them might have been your sister’s or her husband’s, but you weren’t entirely sure. It was a different car from last time you visited.

The other cars could only belong to other family members but you didn’t remember which car belonged to who.

You cut the engine and got out, Soonyoung following suit as the front door opened. You turned to your boyfriend to warn him to brace himself. He was about to be smothered.

As you led the way to the front door where you mother and father stood, your boyfriend was suddenly engulfed by a small crowd of children that had come out of seemingly nowhere.

Your little cousins and you also recognized your nieces and nephews among the crowd. Soonyoung looked like he was being eaten alive by piranhas and you couldn’t help but laugh before waving and shooing the children away.

You took his hand and pulled him to the front door, only letting go as your parents’ pulled you into a hug before their attention turned to your boyfriend standing on the stoop. “This is Soonyoung, my boyfriend,” you introduced.

That simple introduction was all that was needed. Your parents pulled Soonyoung into the house as you greeted the rest of your family.

What you expected to be a simple dinner with your immediate family had turned into a small reunion of sorts. Aunts and uncles, cousins you hadn’t seen in years were all there and very curious about the man you’d brought home.

You knew you were in for a long day.

Any reservations you had about Soonyoung getting along or fitting in with your family went out the window as he settled in. He managed to converse smoothly with anyone who came up to speak to him.

Your aunts loved him, your uncles seemed to approve, but your cousins were something else. The little ones had comandeered him into playing with them and suddenly your boyfriend found himself playing hide and seek with about twenty children.

The actual dinner was nice. Your mother and aunts had gone all out, making almost every dish that was special to your family. It was almost like a banquet. There was so much food to choose from and it was all delicious.

Every time either you or Soonyoung finished eating, more magically appeared on your plate. Soonyoung complained only to you about how hard he’d have to train to work off all the pounds he no doubt just gained but he loved all of it.

You were about halfway into dessert when you just couldn’t stop looking at Soonyoung. He’d chosen a black silky long sleeve button down and paired it with some fitted black jeans. His hair was styled back to show off his forehead.

You were sipping on your cocktail one of your aunts had made when you noticed that the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, letting you peek at his collarbone. You suddenly felt hot and needed to get some water.

When you returned, you scooted your chair a little closer to your boyfriend, leaning against him. He was smiling and laughing at something your brother in law had said when his laughter almost instantly died down.

Your hand had snuck under the table to his thigh. He glanced at you, wondering if you’d done it on purpose wbut ehen he was met with the sight of you sipping your water innocently, he assumed it was just habit.

A habit that happened to get him riled up.

As dessert went on, the kids finished their food and went off to play more. Soonyoung had been asked to accompany them but he wasn’t done eating and he was engrossed in the conversation.

You took the opportunity to slide your hand up his thigh, closer to his crotch. His hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you as he hiss under his breath in Korean “what the hell are you doing?” You looked at him nonchalantly and shrugged, pulling your hand away and grabbing your empty plate.

Wordlessly you left the rable to start cleaning up, leaving your boyfriend both stunned and confused.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing until you noticed the time and called Soonyoung over from where he was playing with the youngest children. He was sad when you said you had to leave but it was getting late and you still had a bit of a drive back to your hotel.

After a lengthy goodbye, the two of you departed, Soonyoung taking over driving while following the GPS on your phone. The drive was mostly quiet, the radio playing softly as the scenery passed by in a blur. The sun was almost completely below the horizon as you looked out the window.

Glancing over at your boyfriend proved to be a questionable choice with the alcohol in your system and the way you’d been teasing him, albeit briefly, earlier, left you with a sense of dissatisfaction.

Trying to be as nonchalant as you could, you stretched your arms before letting one of your hands rest on Soonyoung’s thigh.

He glanced down at your hand and then back up before looking at you quickly.

You gave him a warm smile, thanking him for coming with you to meet your family. He returned your smile, saying he was glad he came with you. “Your family is so loud and fun,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

��Especially the kids. I had so much fun with them today.”

You listened to him ramble on, talking about each member he had the chance to get to know a little and as you listened, watching him speak excitedly, your hand moved up his thigh just a little. It was so slow he almost didn’t notice.

It wasn’t until your hand brushed against his crotch that he realized your hand had moved. “What are you doing?” He asked suspiciously. “Nothing,” you said sweetly, eyeing him innocently.

“Then what’s that?” Soonyoung asked, nodding down towards your hand.

“What’s what?” You asked, feigning ignorance as a smirk started to form. “Baby,” Soonyoung said sternly as he tried to keep his focus on the dark empty road. “I’ve told you not to do this while I’m driving. It makes it hard to focus,” he added.

You teasingly pressed your palm against his cock, feeling it starting to harden under your touch. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” You asked, leaning closer. “Your body is telling me otherwise.”

Your hand moved again, making him let out a soft moan, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “Y/N,” I’m serious,” he said in a shaky voice. “You don’t sound serious, Soonie.”

You continued to palm him through his jeans, his eyes fluttering shut briefly as he let out another low moan. “Babe, you’re gonna make us crash,” he groaned as you grabbed him through the thick material of his pants.

“Then keep your eyes on the road,” you replied, moving to undo the button of his jeans. Soonyoung let out a growl, pressing on the brakes and pulling over to the side of the road. “What are you doing?” You asked sitting upright and looking around the deserted area.

Soonyoung said nothing as he parked the car and cut the engine. He unbuckled his seat belt, getting out quickly as he shut the door and walked around the front of the car.

When he opened your door, you looked up to see a dark look in his eyes. “Get out of the car,” he ordered. His tone sent a shiver down your back and blood rushing to your core as you unbuckled your seat belt and got out. 

Soonyoung grabbed your waist, pulling you out of the way as he sat in your empty seat, turning you to face him and pulled you onto his lap, positioning you so your head was near the glove box. Soonyoung pulled your skirt up, exposing your ass and delivering a sharp slap to the skin. “I warned you,” he growled.

“You want to tease me? Act like a whore?” He asked as he stood up, pulling you with him. “Soonyoung, I’m sorry,” you gasped as he shut the door, pushing you against it. “Sorry? Oh now you’re sorry?” He scoffed, one hand moving up to cup your cheek before slipping into your hair and grabbing it roughly.

“Too bad,” he growled. “On your knees, slut.”

You obeyed, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Good girl,” Soonyoung purred. “Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

You did as he asked, watching as he undid his pants, pushing the denim and his underwear down.

“You just couldn’t wait until we got back to the hotel, could you?” He asked as he took his leaking cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes. “You wanted this so bad?” He asked, referencing his cock gripped in his hand.

You glanced up to meet his heated gaze, nodding once. “Be careful what you wish for, baby,” Soonyoung said in a low voice. “Wider,” he added, guiding the tip of his cock to your mouth. “Tongue out.” You obeyed his instruction, almost moaning as you felt the weight of his cock rest on your tongue.

“Good girl,” Soonyoung cooed. “Now be a doll and put that pretty mouth to work.”

Not wanting to be told twice, you took the head of your boyfriend’s cock onto your mouth, lips wrapping around him as he slid further in.

Your hands moved up to his thighs but you felt the grip on your hair tighten. “Keep your hands down,” he ordered, the harsh tone of his voice sending chills down your spine. You could feel your arousal starting to grow, pooling on the gusset of your panties.

Soonyoung rested his free hand against the car, holding your hair as he guided your head, driving his cock further into your mouth with each pull. “That’s it,” he said softly, watching his length disappear in your mouth.

“Keep your mouth open.”

Saliva coated his shaft, some of it spilling out of your mouth and down your chin. Giving him head was always an extremely messy affair as Soonyoung had a habit of wanting to fuck your face and use it to his advantage.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag and your empty cunt to clench around nothing. Your panties were soaked at this point and you hoped that Soonyoung would at least let you get off before getting back in the car.

You gagged again as he thrusted, hitting the back of your throat again. “God I love that sound,” Soonyoung murmured, his grip on your hair loosening as he lost himself in the feeling of your wet mouth.

You gasped as he pulled out of your mouth, almost protesting before he guided you to your feet and dragged you to the front of the car.

The sun had disappeared, twilight setting in as more stars started to appear.

You let out a small ‘oof’ as Soonyoung pushed you onto the hood of the car, your knees bumping into the front bumper. “Stay just like that,” he ordered as he pulled your panties to the side. “I’m gonna fuck you like the little whore you are.”

You didn’t have a chance to bite back as he pushed into your hole with one thrust, making you cry out in both pain and pleasure as he filled you up. The stretch stung but was quickly overshadowed by the familiar feeling of being full of his cock.

“I’d tell you to hold on,” he said as he grabbed your skirt in a bunch with one hand. “But you don’t have much to grab,” he added. He was right. The hood of the car was smooth and had nothing to hold onto.

You let out a whimper as he started off with hard but evenly paced thrusts before setting a relentless pace, hips hitting your ass with a loud smack.

“Such a good slut,” he groaned, his hand that wasn’t holding your skirt pushing you down against the car. Each thrust had breathy moans and whines leaving your lips as your boyfriend pounded into you mercilessly from behind.

“S-soonie,” you whimpered, hands pushing against the hood of the car, trying to push yourself up.

“I told you not to get up,” Soonyoung growled, the hand on your back moving to grab your hair. “Stay down and take it like the greedy little whore you are!”

You whined loudly, not caring if anyone was around to hear you. The road was deserted, there were no lights other than the stars and the running lights of the car.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Soonyoung grunted, his thrusts hard and deep as he rammed into you. “Always so tight but you take me so well.”

You were about to respond when your boyfriend suddenly wrapped an arm around your chest, pulling you up as he continued to fuck you against the hood the of car. “So tight and wet and all mine,” he growled.

You moaned, feeling his teeth sink into the slope of your neck. “Hng, not so hard, Soonyoung!” You whined as he sucked harshly. “Gotta let the whole world know you’re mine,” he growled in your ear before biting another spot, leaving marks along the parts of your neck and shoulder he could reach.

You let out a cry as Soonyoung let you fall back to the car, pulling out of your wet cunt with a hiss. You were about to ask what he was doing when he pulled you up and turned you to face him.

His lips collided with yours in a messy and rushed kiss, tongues clashing as he pushed you onto the hood of the car on your back. Pushing your back against the car, he grabbed your thighs, pulling them up to his waist as he lined his cock with your entrance and thrust into you, resuming the same pace as before.

You cried out, grabbing his wrists as he held your waist. The only sounds around you were the sounds of crickets and the occasional owl as well as the sound of his cock entering your wet pussy repeatedly, skin hitting skin as he fucked you.

In the dim light of the running lights, you could see the way Soonyoung’s brow furrowed as he focused on the aim and timing of his thrusts. His gaze met yours and your walls clenched around him as you made eye contact.

“Holy fuck,” Soonyoung groaned, his hands moving to push your shirt up, exposing your lace bra and chest. “God you’re so fucking hot.”

You moaned, letting out a squeal as Soonyoung wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you up, catching your lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. “Oh shit, i’m not gonna last,” Soonyoung whispered as his lips trailed down your neck, dropping to your chest and sucking the soft skin that peeked from under your bra.

Your fingers combed through his hair, tugging at the locks at the back of his head as his lips continued. You let out a moan as he pulled the cup of your bra down, taking your nipple in his mouth, tongue wetting the raised bud.

A loud moan ripped from your throat as your grip on Soonyoung’s hair tightened, throwing your head back as your orgasm started to wash over you.

Your boyfriend’s hips didn’t stop once, not even faltering as he continued to plow into you, helping you ride out your high as he chased his own. Your nipple had fallen from his mouth as he let out breathy, desperate whines and moans, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he buried his face into your chest.

“I’m gonna- oh god I’m gonna-!” He whimpered. “I know, baby,” you cooed, combing your fingers through his hair, one hand cupping his cheek. “Cum for me,” you continued. “Cum inside me. Fill me up.”

Soonyoung buried his face deeper into your chest, muffling his moans as he came, his thrusts continuing to move as he emptied his load into your wet cunt.

He continued to thrust weakly, shuddering breaths as he came down from his high slowly. “Oh my god,” he finally breathed as he pulled his head back to look up at you. “What have- I’m so sorry. I can’t believe we just- holy shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You let out a chuckle as he babbled, taking your face in his hands. You hadn’t seen yourself but you knew you probably looked like a mess. “S’okay, Soonie,” you murmured, kissing his hands as he examined your face. “‘M okay.”

He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, melting against you as you kissed him back just as tenderly. “We should probably move,” you whispered against his lips. Soonyoung sighed, wincing as your walls squeezed around his cock that was still buried inside you. “But you’re so warm,” he whined.

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Then let’s hurry and get back to the hotel,” you answered as he slowly pulled out of you, grimacing as his cum dripped out of you onto the hood and bumper of the car.

“Does your town have any 24 hour car washes?” He asked as you slid off the car, pushing your skirt and shirt back down. You looked up at him and then down to where he was staring. “Oh,” you said softly.

“I don’t think so,” you answered. “We can just wipe it off and clean the car tomorrow first thing.”

Soonyoung nodded, adjusting his pants, tucking his shirt back in having already put himself back in his underwear. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Let’s do that.”

You moved to your door, opening it and then grabbing a couple wipes from the container in your purse. You returned to the front and carefully wiped up your boyfriend’s cum from the hood and the bumper before standing upright.

“Here,” Soonyoung murmured, taking the wipes from you. “What’re you doing?” You asked as he knelt down, peering up your skirt and started to wipe the inside of your thighs. “You’ve got… yeah,” Soonyoung said softly as he wiped what you assumed was his cum from your skin.

As he stood back up he murmured another apology, prompting you to pull him closer with your arms around his neck and kissing him. “You have nothing to apologize for,” you added as he used another wipe to clean your chin and cheeks.

“I should be apologizing,” you continued. Soonyoung shook his head, his free hand resting on the small of your back. “Never apologize for wanting me,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“Just don’t distract me when I’m driving. I don’t want to kill us.”

[songmingisthighs]

Pitiful, You're Pitiful

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ch. ii

group : ateez

pairing : aged up!wooyoung �� aged up!reader

genre : angst, mature

word count : 3 k

warning : adultery, cheating, medical condition (?), mentions of loss/miscarriage, negative depiction of wooyoung

a/n : happy valentine's <3

It had been two months since the night you were intimate with Wooyoung and it was still suffocating to think about.

It hurts a lot actually. But you can't let your sadness take over you, especially when Wooyoung hasn't shown any concrete signs that you should be worried other than your feelings. So you kept it to yourself, you kept your anxiety in and with every trip and team dinner or client meeting, you convinced yourself that he was doing what he said he was doing no matter how nauseated it made you feel. The stress must've gotten to you badly because the nausea was starting to become unbearable and even made you vomit almost every day. You figured it was psychosomatic but since it had affected your housework (aka Wooyoung complaining that you were up late several times, Dayoung grumbling under her breath about you not even caring to make her breakfast, and Woohyun refusing to go to kindergarten because he was worried over you).

Today started quite roughly.

"MOM!"

You barely held onto the countertop of your sink when you heard your daughter huffing from the other side of the door. The pain in your head and the discomfort from your stomach made your body sway slightly and the second round of angry knocks felt like a hammer to your head.

"Mom, seriously, I'm gonna be late!" Dayoung sighed sharply. You could just imagine the look on her face and while you love your children to bits, the way your body was practically shutting down on you, it felt like you wanted to scream back at her to give you a break. But you kept reminding yourself that you're the parent, she's an angsty teenager and you can't create a hostile environment for your youngest.

By whatever force that was working in your favour, you managed to walk yourself to the door and though your hands were cold, clammy, and trembling, you were able to open the door to see your daughter glaring at you. "S-sorry sweetie, mommy's not feeling well right now," you sighed, wiping the cold sweat off your forehead with your palm.

Dayoung hated the way you referred to yourself as if she was still a child or something and she let you know her disdain with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. "If you were so against me taking the bus in the morning, you could've at least made an effort to be punctual. I had to dress Woohyun, you know that? He and his milk-drenched chin almost ruined my cardigan and uniform. How is it that I'm doing things you're supposed to? Couldn't you have gotten drunk during the weekends or something?" she sneered, oblivious that it had been a while since you touched alcohol because when you tried to have a glass the week before, you ended up throwing up for some reason. The throbbing was coming back along with annoyance and you couldn't help the sharp exhale that you let out, "Can you not be like this right now? You being disrespectful won't make me move any faster." At least Dayoung had the decency to shut her mouth but from the corner of your eyes, you could see her fists clenching. "Where's your dad anyways? He knew I was not feeling well, he could've taken you and Woohyun to school." Although you were sighing and struggling to move without keeling over, you still forced your body to cooperate, determined to prioritize your motherly duties above letting sickness take over you completely. Dayoung only leaned on the wall while texting her friend, completely aware that you had almost fallen over a couple of times as you changed into your jeans, "I don't know, Daddy seemed to be in a rush this morning. He went out like an hour earlier than usual, humming and mumbling something about meeting someone for coffee before going to the academy."

The lighthearted tone Dayoung used didn't hide the heaviness of those words. You had been rather preoccupied as a mom to really follow up on your instinct so when you heard that, you felt a chill down your spine. For a moment, you couldn't help but wonder what or why you felt like that. As quick as that doubt came, you brushed the thought away as you grabbed your bag, rushed your children out the door, and loaded them into your car.

Being a parent was truly a wonder because for a moment, while focusing on your children, you felt like your body was mending itself. The headache was gone, your joints were not achy, and the bloated feeling in your stomach was relieved. Maybe it was stress, a psychosomatic symptom because you had a feeling that something was wrong with Wooyoung and because nothing did, your body directed the feeling towards your health. It's possible, the body is mysterious and things that make almost 0 sense can happen in a blink of an eye.

But once you found yourself all alone after taking Woohyun to his class, you slumped against the side of your car, clutching your head as the pain suddenly returned all at once. It was then and there that you realized that something was going on with you and you needed to get it checked out immediately.

On the way to the hospital, your mind was at war. It was plagued with scary scenarios like cancer one moment before the logical side of your brain reasoned that it could be something as simple as indigestion, acid reflux or even stomach flu. The anxiety didn't die down and you thought that at moments like this, you needed your partner, you needed your husband. Your husband who in the past had gone above and beyond to nurse you back to health even when it was just your allergy acting up. It was ironic that as you smiled and reminisced about the things your husband did for you in the past, your phone let out a long dial tone that let you know that you couldn't reach your husband for the 5th time. The anxiety bubbled up at the pit of your stomach as your fear went on automation, immediately associating Wooyoung not accepting your calls as a bad omen. One by one, your brain started ticking off possibilities such as stomach cancer, bowel obstruction, and kidney problems. Then your daughter's jabs started popping in your head, her jabs about how you drink a lot. It wasn't like you get drunk on wine twice a week like a ritual but it was never like that. You do enjoy the occasional glass but even then, it was slightly less than the amount people usually pour and it never surpassed you feeling tingly. But maybe you had accidentally subconsciously increased your intake and what you were experiencing was liver failure.

Out of all the diagnoses you were fearing, you honestly weren't expecting the doctor to tell you that you were pregnant.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, the moment the doctor revealed the diagnosis, it was like a punch to the gut and you vomited all over the ER floor. On the plus side, you no longer feel bloated.

"I can't be pregnant, there's no way. I haven't been intimate with my husband in a long while," you said after gulping down the water one of the nurses brought for you. "Blood tests are rarely wrong, ma'am," the doctor pulled her stool closer to you and sat down to look at you straight in the eyes, "When was the last time you were intimate with your husband?" It was both easy and hard for you to remember the last time you had sex with Wooyoung. You couldn't even call it making love because it wasn't. He fucked you to shut you up and left you alone like a washed-up carcass. The urge to scream and go crazy was high as it seemed like such a joke to get pregnant from that one time.

You wanted to laugh, scream, cry at how ironic the situation was. How when you tried so hard to grow your family with your husband, you were met with heartbreak. But now that things were verging on collapsing, you were suddenly blessed with a person you didn't even know you'd been waiting for. But your brain hadn't caught up to that point, still in disbelief and maybe even shock.

The doctor's voice was merely a murmur at that point. You couldn't focus, you couldn't really comprehend what she was saying because you were so deep in your thoughts, your bitter thoughts of the situation. You were worried because after what happened to your last pregnancy, it took you a long while to be okay again. There was even a period of time when Wooyoung was the only functioning parent, taking care of the role of both mom and dad while you recuperate. Of course, you weren't expecting to lose this pregnancy too. Who would do that? But the fear existed, the fear remained a part of you and as much as you want to shed it, it was so hard.

Nevertheless, you couldn't help but let your mind wander and suddenly flicker into hope. Hope that this baby will bring your husband back, bring him back to the way he was before the loss you both experienced. Hoping that his distance was because he was also waiting for this same little stranger.

"Hey, (y/n)!"

You turned around and saw Yunho jogging towards you, huffing.

When did you get out of the ER? You felt a buzz in your hand from your phone and frowned when you saw the message. When did you make an OB appointment?

Whatever the answer was, you immediately tried to shove your worries away and put on a smile, trying to appear normal or somewhat okay in front of your husband's friend.

Before you could greet him back, however, he cut you off, "I came as soon as I heard," he panted. "What?" you chuckled awkwardly, not understanding what he meant but slightly worried because you had thought someone saw you in the ER and heard what you and the doctor were talking about and informed other people. "How's Wooyoung? Was it really a heart attack? I heard he hit his head or something. Which room is he in?" It felt like you were the one who hit their head because you had no idea what Yunho was saying. You waved your hands in front of Yunho's face to stop his rants, "Whoah, Yunho, what are you talking about?" Now it was Yunho's turn to be confused. "I-I was informed by the academy's front desk that Wooyoung got hurt. They said they called Wooyoung in because he missed his special trainee class and they got information that he was hurt and that he was admitted here so I thought that he was with you."

In a flash, you turned and dashed to the information desk, Yunho hot on your tail. the both of you stayed close as you go up to the room Wooyoung was admitted in, worry evident in the way you both looked but it was definitely more prominent on you.

Once on the floor, you ran out first to the nurse's station before Yunho could even register that the elevator door had opened. Your hands accidentally slammed loudly on the hard surface of the counter, making Yunho and the nurses in the station to jump slightly in shock, "Hi, I-I'm looking for Jung Wooyoung, he was just admitted not too long ago," you were on the verge of crying because you were so worried and you felt and that you didn't even know your husband got hurt. The nurse checked her computer for a second before looking back at you, "He is on this floor but I'm afraid I can't let you visit him just yet. His wife is in there with him and considering the situation, we were instructed to let him get his rest first. Visitors are permitted once Mr Jung's doctor clears him and you will be notified by his wife." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and so did Yunho at the revelation, "That... That can't be right, I'm his wife," you said, surprising the nurse. She produced a guest sign-in form on a clipboard and muttered to herself, "I- well, there was this lady who came in with him and she told the doctor that they were in their bedroom when Mr Jung had the accident. She mentioned- I- I think she mentioned that she was his partner, s-so I just assumed she was his wife because of the ring on his finger," she meekly showed you the signature on the clipboard but it looked unfamiliar.

"Yeon Harin? That's our backup dancer," Yunho scoffed from behind you, "What's she doing here with Wooyoung?"

Dread washed over you like the water from a river in winter. The look on your face was enough to let not only the nurse who talked to you but the other nurses around know what was going on. Guilt gnawed at them when they saw your face paled and eyes glazed over as if they were the ones who committed such betrayal towards you. However, it took Yunho a moment to realize. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes lingered on the name as his brain replayed the information he received. Dots connecting one by one, Yunho felt like he was being punched in the gut. "Oh fuck," he cussed under his breath, realizing what just happened. Realizing what his revelation of the identity did, "(y/n), a-"

Before he could ask if you were alright, you had pushed yourself away from the station, eye unfocused as if searching for a way to escape. "I... T-thank you... C-can, uh... Can I come back later with my hus- Wooyoung's things? W-what time is the cutoff time for visitors?" You did not notice it but your voice trembled, breaking slightly even as you tried communicating with the nurses in a voice so small, that they had to not breathe to hear you clearly. It was obvious that you were trying to hold yourself together, but it was also probably because you were processing the information. The head nurse pushed past from the back of the station and addressed you directly with a gentle, motherly smile, it was a shame you didn't see it. "Cut-off time is in 2 hours which will be at 12 pm and it will reopen at 6-8 pm. But for family members, there isn't really a cut-off time, I'll make sure Mr Jung's visitor is out of his room soon," at least someone had the decency to do what's right.

You didn't even remember if you told the nurses thank you because when your senses returned, you found yourself already walking back towards the elevator. "(y/n)? Hey, are you okay?" Yunho called out, making his presence and proximity obvious to you. You wanted to tell him that you were fine, but how could you? Your assumption was just confirmed in such a public place in a situation the same hour you found out you were pregnant in the same place you found out that your husband was hurt and you weren't there for him. Although his side piece was there and considering that he was with her when he was supposed to be at a very important class due to the account and his own ownership of account management, he must've prioritized her presence more. Yunho didn't press you for a reply though, he just wanted to make sure you were okay, he wanted to make sure he could give you what you needed which was tricky since he had no idea what to do. He too, was still processing the information and trying to make sense of things. Was his assumption even correct? Was his friend really that much of a monster? So when you hopped in the elevator, Yunho didn't know if he was supposed to let you go by yourself or jump in and drive you home. Were you even going home? Why were you even there if you didn't even know that Wooyoung was admitted?

When you finally spared Yunho a glance, the door was starting to close and with a smile that haunted him for weeks, you spoke, "Don't tell Wooyoung about this, okay?" and the door closed, leaving Yunho worried and conflicted because all he wanted to do was go into Wooyoung's room and demand an explanation but with what you said, he couldn't. Could he?

When you heard the door closed, your body slumped to the wall and you felt your legs turn to jelly. Your intuition was right, he was being unfaithful and his timing, as always, was just perfect because the day you found out the truth just had to be the same day you found out that you were pregnant with the baby he fucked into you so coldly. A wave of nausea bubbled up in your stomach and your chest burned. The moment the door of the elevator opened, you ran out and your legs took you to the parking lot where you vomited out the bile that was probably the physical form of your feeling. Though the pressure was relieved, you could still feel the sting and burn in your throat, the bitterness in your tongue, and the dread washing over you.

Hunched over the bushes, you found it hard to straighten up and walk. At that moment, you want everything to stop because it was too much, it was too much for you to bear to bear alone.

Mere realization was not enough because you were in denial, you wanted to believe that it was just a dream, that you were hallucinating, that your husband was not the asshole but you were for wanting him to be a monster so much that your brain had somehow warped reality and created this scenario for you to hold onto.

Honestly, you didn't know what to process first.

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[piratefalls]

i'm incapable of keeping these short. it's my burden to bear. also, extra long and also early this week because next week is kind of up in the air.

list one. list two. list three. list four. list five. list six. list seven.

a hundred thrown-out speeches i almost said to you by ivysunna

Henry sinks down into his desk chair, groaning. “How could this happen to me? I meet the most beautiful, charming man to ever grace the earth, and he just happens to work for the store my company is planning to run out of business? In what universe is that fair?” “In none of them, darling,” Pez murmurs. “Did you tell him, by any chance?” “Of course not! What was I supposed to say: ‘Hi, I’d really like to take you out to dinner, and by the way, my family owns Mountchristen Books, the company currently running all small family-owned bookstores out of business? I hope that’s ok?’” “Maybe not in those exact terms…” “It’s doomed,” Henry moans, burying his face in his hands. “My relationship with Alex is ruined before it could even begin.”

Weighted by stripyjumpers

Alex gets Henry a very thoughtful birthday gift.

Minty Fresh by inexplicablymine

How do you ask someone you so ardently adore, to spend the rest of their life with you? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. To ask a question. To ask the question. It’s the singular most defining moment of a relationship until the (hopefully inevitable) wedding bells. It’s defining, it’s definite, it’s dreadful.

What Forever Looks Like by politics_and_prose

The last thing he’s expecting once they’re home and settled in is Alex to say, “I think I’d want our kids to come by the shelter whenever they could.” Henry, completely caught off guard with a mouth full of pizza, asks, “Huh?”

just give me a minute by smc_27

Alex isn’t obsessed. He just thinks Henry is fucking beautiful and perfect and smart and so, so talented. He just thinks Henry’s fingers look gorgeous on his piano. He just thinks they like the same things and have similar opinions. And he just thinks if they could be in the same place at the same time, they might like, have something. Okay, he’s a little obsessed. Or: Alex is trying to be a GROUPIE here, but his kindness keeps getting in the way.

Ignite My Heart by absoluteaudacity

“So, I’m making you an account and we’re going to swipe right on some men and you can thank me later,” Pez says. -- The 'We met on Tinder' AU

i hit my peak at seven feet by HypnosTherapy

He told Phillip first. It was a tremendously stupid idea he can only excuse by the fact that he was thirteen at the time. He thought his brother might help him talk to their parents. He didn’t know how to articulate it feels like there are hands closing around my spine and twisting or sometimes my legs hurt so bad that walking feels like I’ve got glass buried in my feet. He trusted his brother, and even more than that he wanted the desultory and relentless agony to go away. Phillip didn’t tell their parents. He told their grandfather. --- Now that he’s taken a step back from public life, Henry can relax. Without constant pressure to stand up straight and smile through the pain, some cracks start appearing in his facade. Alex starts to notice. (AKA 3 times Henry dealt with chronic pain symptoms by himself + 1 time Alex was there to help.)

A Multitude of Instances by orphan_account

Henry’s taken notice of one of Alex’s verbal patterns.

A Stork Beneath London Bridge by MarvelMerlin

Henry was supposed to be enjoying his first fully American Thanksgiving, filled with first hand witnessing of the Turkey Horrors and strangely sweet vegetable dishes. But in a single whispered phrase the world turns immaterial, Alex is his only anchoring point, and the black suit carefully packed over every single trip is being laid out on the pretty pink bedspread.

Back, Bring it Back by @sparklepocalypse

Scowling, Alex closes the laptop and sits back in his chair in his guest suite at Buckingham Palace to rub his eyes beneath his glasses, then runs a hand through his gray-streaked curls. He’s the youngest American President since Obama, has helped usher in groundbreaking legislation protecting workers’ rights and shoring up long-outdated social justice policies, and has actually made headway on tax equity, and the instant he’s in London the entire focus is back on the worst day of his goddamn life. (A soulmate AU futurefic that pivots away from canon after Alex storms the castle, but aside from two tiny movie-specific details would work in both bookverse and movieverse.)

kiss it better by lem0nademouth

Alex had a long day. Henry is fine with making it a long night.

First Pillow Princess by lovelythething

While they had talked about spicing it up in the bedroom, it seemed despite being two guys who wanted to change the world, they easily slid into normalcy with each other. But they weren't in the bedroom. They were on a well-worn sofa, high on exhaustion, and blessedly all alone.

please don't ever become a stranger (whose laugh i could recognize anywhere) by coffeecatsme

Alex’s love language is physical touch. Henry knows this—has known it from the first moment he’s met Alex, all wild curls and bright eyes and a smile that could breathe life into Henry’s little, fragile life. He’d stuck out a hand at that first meeting, dejected when Henry didn’t even take it. Found a way to poke and prod Henry every single time they’d met after, sharp jabs hitting his shoulder and rough hits shoving him around. Now, Alex’s fingers are gentle as they lace around his. His arms hold him tight to his chest. His hair tickles the nape of Henry’s neck, and the couch is entirely too small for the two of them but Henry doesn’t have the heart to kick him out. Or, 5 times Alex clings tight to Henry and 1 time Henry finds out why.

Just come along, baby, take my hand by kiwiana

“Uh, yeah, because you put on a sex dungeon show.” “It’s not a sex dungeon show. She’s helping people prioritise their sex lives and make space for it, in whatever form they may want it. It’s reinforcing emotional connections.”

Lay All Your Love On Me by lucy_in_the_sky

A lot has changed for his and Henry’s public persona since the emails leaked. Gone are the days they could shamelessly flirt with teasing touches and love-sick stares across crowded ballrooms, back when the whole world wrote off their relationship as a “bromance for the ages” since obviously they’re both incredibly heterosexual and are simply the best of friends. Now, wary of all the eyes suddenly scrutinising their relationship, they’ve taken to spicing up their sex life in different ways to still feel the thrill of clandestine hookups in the middle of important events and public appearances. Hence the whole ‘Alex wearing a vibrating plug that Henry controls while at a public function’ thing. And Jesus fucking Christ, it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him.

Closer To You by bibliosoph

Some sexy times! Thanks to Len for the prompt! Happy belated birthday, Beth! This terrible smut is for you!

Just Business by bleedingballroomfloor

“I just need you to know that this is strictly a business relationship.” Henry blinks. His brain is taking a minute to process everything — meeting Alex. Dozens of pictures lining his office walls, each featuring a different persona of his. Brochures upon brochures, prices upon prices. It’s a bit overwhelming. “You’re asking for a lot here,” Alex continues, “and that means we’ll be spending a lot of time together. A Golden Tux. You’re asking me to pull off a Golden Tux, Henry. But I need you to know that this is just business.” Henry knows he’s asking for a lot. A best man. A wedding party. Time with his family. He knows that this should only be about business. He knows. (He also knows that Alex is very, very attractive, and he knows that this will be a long four weeks with Alex.)

choke me like you hate me (but you love me) by anonymous

What’s left for them to do? Something slaps against the skin of his chest. Ah. A classic. 

Really Fucking French by everwitch

Henry likes his men direct. It is, in part, why he so often indulges in setting his location on the apps to Paris — although the gratifying results he yields from that exercise are definitely partly down to a significant selection bias as well. But if Henry had never swiped on Parisian men, he'd never have connected with Antoine; dark curls and dimples and an absolutely lethal smile. Antoine is absolutely perfect. Too perfect. It's a pity that he must be a catfish. The man in Antoine's photos, however? He is very, very real. Or: the self-indulgent Paris romp we all need after this trying time.

from the mouths of babes by cricketnationrise

3 times Lina Claremont-Diaz-Fox didn't know what Henry does for a living and 1 time she absolutely does.

nobody panic, but i've broken my leg by annesbonny

He collects his phone from Cash who's been holding onto his possessions, and shoots off a text to the group chat between pained breaths. nobody panic, but i’ve broken my leg. Then he slips it away again before he can read June's outraged response. In which Alex Claremont Diaz breaks his leg at a charity Lacrosse game.

Subtle promises by viciouslyqueer

Alex breaks the kiss. His hand falls away. Henry blinks his eyes open, unsurprised. He’s panting, they both are, breathing heavily after kissing like they don’t need oxygen to live. Alex is watching him with flushed cheeks and red kissed lips, an unreadable look in his eyes. “Hey,” he says quietly. “Can we… Can we stop?” “Yeah,” Henry says immediately, anticipating the question. “Of course, love.”  — In which Henry starts a conversation and Alex realizes he's loved no matter what.

Most People Exist by SprigsofViolets

Henry Fox is a nurse at the New York Cancer Center. He’s happy with his job, content enough with his life, but it all gets turned on its head when he connects with a patient with a brain tumor—Alex Claremont-Diaz. ——— Henry is a nurse, Alex is a patient, I suck at summaries.

Never a Guarantee by clottedcreamfudge

Henry – Prince Henry, third in line for the throne of Windsor and Alex's goddamn betrothed – has very soft hands. Alex knows this because he is literally holding them in his, both of them standing in front of just about everyone with a title in either of their two kingdoms, while a man in an extremely large hat has them repeat oaths and other things Alex has been learning by heart since he got engaged. * Looking back on their time at the altar, Alex should maybe have read a little more into the way Henry kissed him like it was the last time.

Boy, I Fancy You by allmylovesatonce

When Alex has a break off of work, he decides to get away and spend that time in London. On his first day there, he meets Henry and sparks immediately fly between them. As they spend the summer together, touring the city and enjoying each other, Alex continues to keep a very big secret about himself: who he really is.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by cmere

"Would now be the moment," Henry says, breath catching, "to tell you about a little fantasy I've had concerning you and horses?" Alex snickers. "Uh, I don't know, babe. If this is going the way it sounds, I'm not sure you should say anything you won't be able to take back." "Oh, Christ, shut it," Henry says, laughing, still not stopping the motions of his hand. "The horse aspect is nonsexual." "Okay, well in that case. Yes. Obviously." Alex grips his own thigh, refusing to give in and touch Henry, or himself. For now. As long as he can stand it. As it turns out, Alex isn't the only one who has a thing for his beloved on a horse. Henry's birthday seems like a good time to make use of that new information.

Tattoo Guns & Roses by schmulte

Henry comes to Austin to escape. When he opens a tattoo parlor across the way from a flower shop run by Alex, they learn to work together to protect their neighborhood and their hearts.

under the tuscan sun by stutteringpeach

The villa is, in a word, perfect. Set into the hillside and built in the classic Tuscan style, all brick and white-washed walls, with just one small bedroom and an en-suite upstairs, a cosy sitting room and a tiny kitchen downstairs. There’s a large table on the patio where Henry can already see himself drinking tea in the morning and writing late into the night. There’s even a pool. There is, however, one slight problem. There’s someone else here.

love me forever (fix me right) by sherryvalli

Alex has the perfect life. The perfect job, the perfect apartment, the perfect boyfriend. Everything’s perfect. He’s never been happier. Except for the fact that his boyfriend’s dad fucking hates him.

my eclipsed sun by weather_stained

“Alex, is there any way you can come? We’ve sent our security over, but if…if I’m right about what’s upset him, I have a feeling Henry’s not going to want to see anyone but you.” “I’m already booked on the next flight out.” Alex zips up his pack and slings it over one shoulder, keeping Bea held to his ear as he bounds down the stairs. Cash is waiting for him in the car, ready to chase Henry across the Atlantic for the second time in four years. It’s almost nostalgic—or it would be if he could stop shaking. After an important meeting with Mary, Henry is nowhere to be found. Alex drops everything to make sure he's safe.

tread softly (because you tread on my dreams) by helenblqckthorn

His stomach drops though when he realises he’s still hard. Shit. Think of Gran, think of very unattractive old lady wrinkles, think of England— Henry's point of view of the Red Room scene (or: the Hamilton portrait scene)

in time of daffodils by iphigenias

“Alright, alright, I get it. The solemn duty of academia calls.” Alex laughs as Henry play-shoves him, curling a hand protectively over the rim of his mug to stop it spilling. “So are you mine now?” “I’m always yours,” Henry answers, devastating and matter-of-fact, like he so often is. Alex hears himself make a groaning sort of sound before he’s putting his coffee down on the windowsill and climbing over the back of the sofa to get right on top of Henry, who laughs, muffled into Alex’s shoulder. “Careful with the—” Henry starts to say, but Alex’s knee has already nudged the laptop from the cushion to the carpet, where it lands with a dull thump. “Never mind,” Henry sighs, and the tail of the word catches into Alex’s mouth as he turns their bodies just so, so they’re kissing.

What to Wear by @whimsymanaged

Henry is going to a dress-up party but has nothing to wear.

How wonderful life is (while you're in the world) by mlvdybug

The corner of Henry’s mouth. It’s disappeared now, covered by the oxygen mask fixed securely around his head, but if Alex concentrates hard enough, he can see it sprawled out in front of him. Every ridge, every bend and edge and turn of it.  He knows Henry’s heart. And that’ll be enough.  (or: the one where henry gets shot and alex is a goddamn mess.)

Baby, it's Halloween and we can be anything by sheisraging

Alex is furious. More furious than he should be about the whole thing, but still. Plans were made. Money was spent. Costumes were purchased—not even rented—purchased!

you make it look so easy, i know it's not by anincompletelist

Bea’s to his left, speaking frantically on the phone with who Henry hopes is the fire brigade or someone else trained to deal with these— situations. In front of him, Pez is fumbling frustratedly with the water hose, showcasing his colorful vocabulary with a flourish of jerky hand movements and chaotic pacing. On either side of the fence, his neighbors are peaking over the sides to ask if everything’s okay, and Henry feels the resolution to make a good first impression crumbling and slipping rapidly out of his grasp. Even David watches on from inside the house, his sage eyes and patriotic bowtie appraising the scene and looking back to Henry as if to say I told you so. And the fryer — the fryer itself is up in flames, thick gray smoke swirling up into the air and soaring high above the tree line now. In the distance, the echo of sirens. Henry may faint right here, in the middle of his backyard at his new home before he's even unpacked, with all the neighbors and his family and friends watching on, on his first official American Thanksgiving. It is, by all means, not what he’d envisioned for the day. 

'til the walls did crumble and by ninzied

So much for using the wrong fork at dinner. He’s pretty sure this is a thousand times worse. Hundred-thousand? Nora could give him the exact number. Also, he’s pretty sure there’s still buttercream on his ass. . Or, Alex has his bisexual awakening in a bathroom at Buckingham Palace, and also finds leftover cake in Henry’s hair. The two things are not not related.

Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz by TuppingLiberty

Five times Alex wears an amusing bi pride shirt to Brooklyn Pride, and one time both he and Henry do it.

Moon Bride (To Have and To Hold) by SatinBirds

When the man is brought before him, it’s as if the whole world stops. Clad in delicate gossamer, his apparent frailty is accentuated by the sheer fabric. It is likely a cheap attempt to entice him, yet it only elicits displeasure from the king. He already wishes to dress this fragile figure in the veil of his people, cover him from invidious and lustful eyes.

once, successfully by vibrantsaturn

ACD okay, so. full disclosure and just so you know, i'm not into men or anything HYou're literally on Grindr right now? ACD ok??? and i guess people who are lactose intolerant can't walk down the fucking dairy aisle, huh???? i'm just looking, man or, Grindr, once (un)successfully, etc., etc.

kiss me through the phone by violetbaudelairequagmire

[Unknown Number] *Attached image: a shirtless, tanned torso, cropped at the top of shoulders, holding up two brightly patterned ties* which 1? Excuse me? or, Alex accidentally texts the wrong number and then just never stops.

Risotto + Melanze + Dolce (a love story) by villiageidiot

Alex doesn’t necessarily need a job—a full course load (plus some) is more than enough to fill his time—but he hasn’t had much of a social life since starting law school, and his coffee habit could use a few extra dollars. When June tells him the restaurant is looking for help, particularly on their Thursday Spaghetti Special night, he halfheartedly agrees. Everything that happens thereafter is technically her fault, a fact he likes pointing out any time she tries to yell at him for something, like serving uncooked garlic bread, or accidentally making a grown man cry, or breaking public indecency laws. Or: Alex works at an Italian restaurant and is very bad at it. Henry is a customer and doesn’t seem to mind.

until next time! if you'd like to be tagged in future lists for whatever reason, let me know!

tagging: @starkfridays, @stilesgivesmefeels

[fyodior]

.･*:｡ i lost my cool. .･*:｡

for anon, aka hirotsu enjoyer part of my 1k follower fic event!

↬ pairing: yandere stepbrother!chuuya x fem reader

↬ cw: dark content -- stepcest, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, fingering, creampie, boyfriend!dazai, chuuya is Mad!! 18+, minors dni !!

↬ summary: you bring a new boy home to meet your family and chuuya is not happy about it.

↬ wc: 1.7k

dark content disclaimer: this is entirely fiction with absolutely no reflection of reality! i do not condone this nor any other dc i write, pls just block or unfollow if you don't like it, and do NOT report or leave hate comments please!

Why you ever thought it was a good idea to bring home a boy to meet your family – well, a good idea to meet Chuuya – you’ll never know.

If only you had seen the look on his face when you called him to invite him over to your parents’ house for dinner to meet your new boyfriend, you’d maybe have thought twice. He was a good actor, though – his voice stayed sweet and saccharine as he reassured you that of course I’ll be there, darlin’ while his jaw tensed and eye twitched with the anger of a man who was being stolen from. You were his. You always had been, and always would be.

Your parents knew that you and your stepbrother Chuuya were close. You were the same age (you even had the same birthday), had similar interests growing up, and had the exact same sense of humor – of course you’d be inseparable. But they never knew how close. They never knew about all of the secret kisses and groping in the hallway, the shared baths and showers, and how he had taken your virginity on your 18th birthdays.

Things started to get harder though when you moved to university and Chuuya moved out to go work for the PM (whatever that was), and you saw each other less and less. You still would occasionally go spend the weekend in his incredibly lavish penthouse where you almost never left the bedroom, but other than that, seeing him in person became increasingly rare.

So, when he stepped out of a meeting with the Flags when he heard your special ringtone play from his phone only to be told that he was supposed to meet your new boyfriend the next day, he was rightfully pissed. No, enraged. He’d show up, but only to put you in your place.

“Mom? Dad? Chuuya?” you called as you opened the front door to your parents house and peaked your head in.

Your mother rushed down the hallway to greet you, a bright smile on her face as she gathered you into a hug.

“Welcome home, darling! And who might this be?” she asked, shifting her eyes to the man that stood behind you.

“Mom, this is my boyfriend, Dazai!”

“Hello!” Dazai exclaimed in his ever so charming, boyish voice as he reached out a bandaged hand to shake hers. She giggled as she accepted the handshake.

“Well, dinner’s just about ready, would you like to join your father and Chuuya at the table?”

You nod before taking Dazai’s hand and leading him to the kitchen table. Your dad got up to hug the both of you, while Chuuya just sat in his chair, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Chuuya barked.

“Chuuya,” your mother scolded. Dazai just chuckled.

“Chuuya, I’ve heard so much about you!” Dazai chirped, reaching out to offer him a handshake. Chuuya didn’t budge. You didn’t notice the taunting tone in Dazai’s voice, but Chuuya certainly did.

“What’s wrong with your eye?” Chuuya continued to instigate, motioning towards the bandages that wrapped around Dazai’s head. “Do somethin’ stupid?”

“Chuuya, come on,” you pleaded, pouting at him. He meant so much to you, you really wanted his approval. He only rolled his eyes.

Dinner didn’t show much improvement, either. Your parents immediately loved Dazai, his naturally charming personality winning them over as he chattered away about how the two of you met, everything you were doing at uni, and all the perfect dates you had been on.

Chuuya just picked at his food with a sour look on his face as Dazai asked him all about what it was like growing up with you, only answering in short, snippy sentences. He was pissed.

“I’ll be right back, gonna run to the bathroom,” Chuuya grunted at one point, cutting Dazai off in the middle of a sentence.

As soon as you heard the door shut behind him, your phone buzzed.

‘Come to the bathroom, now.’ The text read. You just furrowed your eyebrows.

‘Why?’

‘Just do what I say.’ You had a slight feeling of what was on Chuuya’s mind.

Purposely spilling a bit of wine on your skirt, you stood up from the table and ran off, under the excuse that you were going to change clothes.

As you opened the door to the bathroom slowly, Chuuya grabbed you by the wrist and yanked you inside, locking the door.

“What the fuck, Chuu-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your stepbrother was pushing you against the wall and crushing his lips against yours.

“Think you can jus’ run away from my like that? Find yourself some new fuckhead, replace me like that?” he growled against your lips, his grip tightening around your wrist.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“That new dumbass, Dazai,” he mocked. “Break up with him already. You’re mine.”

You were unable to respond, gasping as he was kissing you once again. You had forgotten how good it felt to have Chuuya’s lips on yours, how much it really felt like home. You couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, as vicious as it was.

You were taken by surprise when all of a sudden Chuuya was folding you over the bathroom counter and lifting your skirt up, revealing the skimpy, lacy panties you were wearing. Chuuya growled.

“Wearing these for your perfect little boyfriend, huh? Wanted to show off your pretty pussy for him like this? Too bad I’m gonna ruin it for him.”

“Chuuya, no, that’s not w-”

You heard a dramatic rip as Chuuya tore off your panties and tossed them aside, leaving you completely bare in front of him. You squeezed your eyes shut as he crudely shoved his fingers through your folds, prodding at your hole. He used his other hand to palm himself through his jeans, a bulge slowly forming.

“Can’t help but get wet for your brother, huh? Even like this? with your boyfriend just a few rooms over? Slut.”

All you could do was whine in response. You hated that he was right. That the second his lips were on yours again you couldn’t help but get turned on, suddenly reminded of all the nights he had taken you over and over again, until you could barely walk the next day.

Your head fell hard against the counter as he pushed two fingers inside your hole without warning, pulling involuntary whines from you.

“Shit, gotta make this fast,” Chuuya grumbled to himself, unzipping his pants.

And before you could even reflect on his words, his fingers were suddenly replaced with his cock, shoving every inch into you all at once. His hand flew to your mouth to muffle the scream he knew was coming as you struggled hard to accommodate for him inside you.

“Shh, darling, gotta keep quiet, right? Don’t want your boyfriend hearing your brother fuck you good.”

Not willing to wait for any sort of response, Chuuya pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting into you again, his hand clamping even tighter over your mouth. You clenched hard around his cock, overwhelmed by the searing pain of taking his large cock with almost no prep, but also the startling pleasure of his familiar cock rubbing against your walls.

You whimpered and whined as he built up a quick rhythm, bruises blossoming on your hips as he rammed you into the edge of the bathroom counter over and over. His hands roamed up your sides before snaking under your stomach to pinch at your nipples, making you squeal.

“Did you miss having your brother like this?” he goaded.

“Mmhmm, mmhmm,” you whined, nodding. “Fuck, god, I missed this.”

It was impossible to deny the guilt that washed over you as you cheated on your boyfriend with your stepbrother, but equally impossible to deny how good it felt to fall back into something so familiar and easy. Something you didn’t realize you missed as much as you did.

“Feels so-so fucking good, Chuu.”

“I know it does, baby, I know it does,” he cooed.

Chuuya’s once livid demeanor had slowly melted into a sweet, caring one as having you again reminded him how much he truly loved you. Now he gently pet your hair and hugged you close as he fucked you. His goal was still reminding you of who you truly belonged to, but he wanted to make you feel good too.

It was working, too – electricity swirled through your veins as he rocked his hips into you, knowing just how to angle his thrusts to hit your sweet spot over and over again.

“Now I gotta make sure everyone knows your mine, baby.”

Suddenly you felt his lips on the side of your neck, right underneath your jaw, sucking the skin into his mouth.

“N-no Chuuya, everyone will see,” you whimpered.

“That’s the point, darlin’,” he whispered.

You yelped as he sucked hard, thrusts never stopping as his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin.

“You’re mine. You understand that?” he demanded.

“Yes, yes Chuuya, I get it. I’m yours, yours only.” Your voice was broken and pitiful, and the words went straight to his cock.

“Shit baby, I’m gonna cum soon,” he groaned. “Gonna fuck all my cum right into your tummy.”

“Pleasepleaseplease.”

His hips stuttered then met flush with your ass as he came hard, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum into your welcoming cunt. He fell against your back, both breathless as you came down from your highs.

“Don’t betray me like that again, baby, okay?” he demanded, lips right against the shell of your ear.

“Okay, Chuuya, I won’t I swear.”

You both laid there for a moment, Chuuya hugging you close to his chest as he kept his softening cock plugged inside you. Despite the awkward position you nuzzled in closer to his touch, comforted by the familiar feeling of his body wrapped around yours.

Both of you were suddenly snapped out of your haze when you heard a loud knock against the bathroom door, and a familiar huff.

“Umm,” Dazai called from the other side of the door. “You guys done yet in there?”

tags!! @ashthemadwriter @f0r3v3rm0r3 @bbiemilk @daushu @80-helena-08 @yolo-froylo @vivlette @myheartneverbe @kolyasupremanxy @k4thars1s @angel-152437 @creamygojo @chayathecookie @kittybit3s @rizzkolnikov @hnnnnnnnmscorner @diagonal-queen

[jinxedmuse]

secret dating idol!svt — 95z line, & if you guys get caught

authors note: idk this just seemed fun! i wanna release a one shot for another member but i’m stuck between which one ;-; so for now we have this plz enjoy!!!

warnings: uhm reader is famous but it fluctuates between each member (ie: actor, idol, etc)? , should be gender neutral but tbh may (???) come off as fem.

choi seungcheol

probably another idol (+ leader) he liked how you managed your group and definitely gives off the vibe he’d approach first if he was really interested.. which thankfully, he was!

dates (although rare bcs ur both busy taking care of ur children, ie: team members lol) definitely consist of: driving around the very low-key parts of seoul, pre reserved dinners at extremely exclusive restaurants, weekend golf dates at elite and selective country clubs (with matching outfits), and obviously going over his place to sleep in and play w/ kkuma!

surprises you with gifts every time you can meet! or, he’ll just have it directly ordered to your place. definitely have an over flow of couple items like that man is as obvious as can be without completely blowing the lid over??

he wants matching couple rings sooo bad but he knows that svt is known for their pinky rings & people would immediately notice if he had another one that he suspiciously never took off.. hm? so he’d opt for matching sweat suits (ie: hoodie/sweatpants sets/athletic sets/lounge sets etc). he’d buy you the gray ver of his all black adidas sweatsuit and everyone would be like.. wait a min? but also can’t pin point if they’re overthinking it (hint: they’re not ;)

when things get serious, and they most likely will, he’s probably the best long term partner ever.

yes, he’s a man at the end of the day so obviously he’d wanna have fun and we do not know him outside svt content BUT i feel like he already has so much responsibilities to bare and he’s too busy to even be dating but he chose to! with you! because he likes (dare i say loves) you a lot! so why would he wanna waste his precious time that he barely has??

definitely gets matching tattoos with you somewhere down the line. i feel like if you guys were like YEARS into it , parents have met, etc etc then he’d get your initials on his ring finger or somewhere on his back or along his neck :(

at this point, dispatch has a wholeeee book on you guys. definitely planning to expose y’all as the new years couple but you know hybe is swimming in money so they paid them off and saved your asses! aka, you don’t get caught.

lucky you!

yoon jeonghan

probably dating a idol or well known model. either way, you’re both known for your otherworldly visuals! you guys met at a exclusive ysl event/after party and he asked his manager to talk to your manager and boom! things went off.

dates are actually pretty regular. don’t get me wrong, you both have pretty hectic schedules, and yours are pretty random because you never know which city you need to be in next but since you both don’t like doing as much interviews/variety shows as your counterparts, you use that time on dates!

you guys reserve 1- sometimes 2 hour tours at those interactive park places (where you can hold/feel animals etc) and takes lots of pictures for each other (which means matching lovestagram!!!) , you guys go on secretive sauna dates to catch up on your work weeks, and hang out at each other’s apartment while eating your fav food at odd hours lol!

LOVEEE couple items! matching lego sets, pet rocks, any new jewelry he gets, especially if it’s a bracelet, he buys another one for you and you guys wear them 24/7 like seriously it doesn’t come off! would probably even get the cartier love bracelet if he wasn’t so dedicated to ysl…

fans are saurrrrrr suspicious because like.. is he even trying to be subtle or are they just making it up in their head??? svt would be playing the character quiz and you’d come up and his brain would literally malfunction like all he can do is smile and apologize for “getting you wrong” while the rest of the members are trying to (not so) swiftly move on.. yeah!

you guys are definitely the on and off type! nothing toxic just every time you both get genuinely TOO busy you’d cool off from each other and bounce back like nothing happened.

i feel like he’d want something long term but wouldn’t be too set on marriage? idk, if you guys did end it wouldn’t be on a bad note and you’d both just play it off (to the public) as if you were always “just” friends but bffr.. anyway!

you guys wouldn’t necessarily get exposed by dispatch/a news outlet but both your fandoms would like low-key know you had something going on and respect that privacy.

joshua hong

i can see him dating a gorgeous high class actor/actress. you guys meet at an award show and slowly got to know each other before comfortably settling into a relationship.

dates are superrr frequent, even your personal managers are shocked because damnn that devotion? you guys already told them that any free time you have in your bustling scheduals go to each other. very cute.

dates are very spontaneous and depend on where you are. believe it or not most dates are at home and consist of you laying your head in his lap as he makes bracelets and you revising your lines. (as with ll the boys) you get backstage concert privilege with kisses between sets and he visits you on set with coffee trucks for everyone and your fav pick me up snack if you're feeling down during filming.

couple items are very low-key! he's known for his handmade jewelry so he'll give you one or two but anymore will land ya'll in the mouse trap. so the more intimate matching things never see the light of day.

fans start getting suspicious when they realize that all the films or dramas he's been recommending lately have you in it but he just plays it off that he's been getting interested in more films during his down time and you became his favorite actress/tor .. right! also you suddenly keep singing seventeen songs (his parts) in your behind the scenes and they're just like..? okay maybe you just really go into seventeen outta no where.. whatever that means!

you both are very private people by nature so you guys leave 0 trace behind when planning dates etc like everyone is signing NDA's lol! so dispatch (and your fans) may have a feeling, but they have no proof.

does have marriage in mind for the long run but you guys would date for a longgggg time before that like 5+ years. would probably announce it randomly after you guys are satisfied with your career and respected enough to the point people don't throw a fuss but are genuinely happy for you. ya'll end up nicknamed: the nations unexpected but ultimate visual couple, for sure!

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[celeryb1tch]

cruel summer!

an abby x reader x ellie summer camp counsellor fic! (aka my magnum opus)

jackson, wyoming.

not much to it other than the acres of land with groupings of small cabins sparsely spread. traced with wood plank fencing, and a front entrance with a hand-painted sign that read "welcome to camp!"

it was a long story as to how you ended up here. the start of a gap year after graduation had left you aimless, or so your parents believed. it was your dad's college roommate, a man you rarely saw past the age of ten, who proposed this opportunity. this connection had led you to standing in the middle of fucking nowhere, now a camp counsellor for the next two months.

"tiny!"

the childhood nickname almost paralyzed you. glancing around, your gaze landed on a large frame you didn't recognize. this person bounded up to you, surrounding you before you had a chance to wriggle away. when you looked up in fear in order to plan your escape, you met familiar eyes.

"abby?!"

"obviously, who else d'you think it'd be? my dad told me you were coming!"

"put me down!" you squeaked, thrashing your legs about to emphasize your point.

"sorry, sorry, got a bit carried away there," she said with a chuckle, easing you back down to your feet.

and this was when the full reality hit. abby- who was taller than you by only a smidge; abby, who was kind to you when no one else was; abby, who stuck up for you because everyone respected her and she couldn't bare to see you upset; your abby, from childhood- was here now. yeah, you had been told that abby anderson was gonna be here- but you hadn't seen her in at least five years, and now she was so incredibly hot.

she rambled her welcomes and introductions, taking your bag without even asking, ushering you toward the main circuit where you'd be working in a few days when the kids arrived.

you took the opportunity to really take her in. abby had always been muscular, playing any sport she could get her hands on as a kid. but now she had grown to be gorgeous- nearly six foot, broad arms and freckles dotting every inch of visible skin. a dirty blonde braid trailed down her back and bobbed as she took each step forward.

"-so that's about it. hey, you with me?"

you couldn't be sure how long you'd been unaware of your surroundings, only that it was enough to justify Abby's hand waving in front of your face, brows furrowed in concern. awoken from your ogling, your cheeks heated as you nodded up at the woman. "sorry, uh, it's a lot to take in."

"you'll get a hang of it in no time," she assured, that breezy smile returning to her face. "here, this is the girls' staff cabin- pretty simple, but you'll have plenty of space to lay out your things and—"

"fresh meat, huh?" called an unwelcoming voice.

the both of you turning around, a new figure appeared- a lean girl with shaggy brown hair, somewhere in height between abby and yourself.

"not now, williams," abby huffed, clearly accustomed to her unwelcome antics. you wondered if you should be equally wary.

"oh come on, anderson," the girl quipped, "won't you let me introduce myself? it's only polite."

abby's arms crossed, taking a step toward her. "you can introduce yourself, but that's it. anything else can wait until dinner, we have shit to do."

as this girl drew closer, you could see abby's jaw wound tighter. but still, she stayed to the side and allowed what was asked of her.

"ellie, but you can call me anytime," was spouted towards you, accompanied by the cheesiest wink imaginable.

you smiled, allowing a nervous giggle to pass through your lips. "nice to meet you, ellie," you began to reply, "i'm-"

"tiny, we gotta go," abby chimed in, cutting the moment just abruptly enough to disallow ellie's flirtatious introduction to continue.

ellie smirked, tipping her head toward abby as she leaned against the doorway. before she could cook up a reply to rattle abby further, the latter girl tossed your bag and pillow onto the closest bunk.

"we have more to cover before the meeting tonight, so if you'll excuse us, williams."

with a sly nod, ellie shifted to allow the two of you out of the cabin. you shot her a small wave when you turned to look back, before abby began lecturing about some other miniscule task on the grounds.

—

by the time the sun was low in the sky, you were sure you had seen every square foot of the fucking campground. abby had dragged you here and there and back again, certain to cover everything you could possibly need to know(and to keep you away from ellie, of course). she had showed you the nurse's station, the washrooms, the bunks, the washrooms again.

"it's my first time in charge this year, so i really can't afford any mistakes. my uncle would be so pissed with me," she confided, once the two of you had stopped at a picnic bench.

your hand reached out before you could consider otherwise, fiddling with the end of abby's braid as you always had as a child. whenever she was stressed, you would wind your fingers in her hair and soothe her through touch. it hadn't hit you that the custom might be strange now, given how long it had been. her small recoil of hesitation was unfamiliar, but after a moment she relaxed into the gesture.

"you're doing great, abs," you assured, "and i'm so happy we get to spend time together again. i really missed you."

a light blush dusted her freckled cheeks at your words. "i, uh- really missed you too. but hey, dinner's soon. i'll leave you to wash up or whatever, see you in a few."

with that, she had semi-abruptly stood and walked away, long strides carrying her quickly. had you made her nervous?

—

after switching to something covering your appendages to protect from mosquitoes as abby had warned, you made your way to the mess hall.

"tiny, huh? that on your birth certificate?"

you jumped a little, but recognized the voice of ellie williams behind you. her arms were crossed, with what you assumed to be her signature smirk as it was on her lips so often.

"abby called me that when we were kids, please don't... tell anyone else. it's embarrassing," you divulged.

she nodded, head then quirking to the side. "you haven't given me any other name?"

"oh!" you squeaked, once again embarrassed in front of this girl you had just met. "it's just (Y/N)!"

"alright then." she opened one of the screen doors to the building, holding it so that you could walk through. "see you later, tiny."

you tried your best to brush off the interaction, making your way to the front table where Abby sat. she smiled in your direction as you approached, and it warmed you like the sun.

abby stood, placing her hand on your shoulder and lifting a hand in the air. "everyone, attention please! this is our new recruit, (Y/N)! be nice, it's her first time."

there were nods and grunts of acknowledgment before everyone turned back to the food that was hot and ready on the table. self-serve platters of greens and chicken breast were spread across the three tables housing the camp employees.

smiling at you again, abby sat and motioned for you to join. as you pressed into her side to fit, you could feel the definition of her arm. in an effort to distract yourself, you surveyed the others at your table. you were met with friendly, sun-kissed faces of athletic young adults- all seemingly like-minded to abby. you smiled at the idea that she was loved and appreciated here, though that had never been a feat for her. abby anderson was easily likeable.

this summer would be fun. you would bond with your childhood best friend, make memories, and try desperately to act like you weren’t dying to finally kiss her… oh fuck.

thank u for reading!! i’ll be continuing to upload parts of this here + on ao3 (same user)!! have a great day!!!

(ps. do u like my little ms paint art hehehe)

[destinationtrekk]

it’s always me aka the person who made the stars!wesker beach scenario and since i love ur acc and you said you’d like more soft wesker on your ask i will drop here whenever i have something in my mind and i have sooo many stories/scenarios so i hope you enjoy since im also sharing these scenarios bc it helps with my mental health 🤍🤍

ALWAYS STARS!WESKER AND ROOKIE!READER BECAUSE I LUV THEM,, (also you can see this as a continuation to the previous scenario if you want to! in case not just know wesker has feelings for them) i can’t help but imagine stars team going to a vacation or mission abroad and it happens it be reader’s native country. in my head im thinking something like venice, maybe they’re staying there for 2 weeks and reader paid for everyone’s flight and expenses because her parents are rich and she loves her teammates! once there wesker would definitely try not to think about the elephant in the room (his feelings) but as days go by and they spend more time together (because reader would definitely show them around the most famous monuments and all because venice is old and full of culture/history) even if it’s with others he’d feel as if this is the perfect occasion to take his chance or act more on his feelings. like c’mon he’s in venice, city of love!! meeting reader’s family would not help at all because he’d feel estranged and overwhelmed by all of this love coming from people he doesn’t know and that reader is related to,,, they compliment him and treat him like family and thank him for taking care of reader. that’s his job why are they thanking him? he’d start freaking out and feeling like reader and reader’s family are too good for him but at the same time he’d feel even more motivated (lowkey) to do something about his feelings in this vacation. one day, when he chatted with chris (about the vacation, the place, italians’ warmth etc) while strolling around venice’s streets, chris would definitely mention how this place is nice and how romantic it is and how it’d be the perfect opportunity to confess your feelings to someone. wesker would think about it and this thought would roam in his head for quite a bit until he realizes it’s now or never. he’d be lost in his thoughts for quite the few days but i feel like he’d eventually try to do something about it even if subtle…maybe late night walks with reader, just chatting and eating gelato; after dinner at reader’s house he’d ask reader to join him outside for a talk…etc. he’d take all those moments to appreciate their beauty both inside and out and he’d have a wise grin on his face before he hits them with a subtle flirty line according to their convo. and you better believe that once everyone fell asleep he’d take reader out for a gondola ride. he’d feel awkward during that ride, knowing exactly that this decision would have consequences but a moonlit venice night on a gondola with the person who blossomed something in him was something he knew he couldn’t pass along with some nice pics of reader and him during this vacation.

this is so romcom coded i LOVE

it's even funnier if no one knew reader was rich. they're all just talking about a stars family vacation (i like to imagine there's no evil umbrella in this world, wesker is literally just a traumatized dude in a cop uniform) so reader says venice please! everyone agrees and a week later they pass out plane tickets and everyone is just ╰། ◉ ◯ ◉ །╯

no one is shocked that venice is beautiful and reader's family is wonderful and it's the perfect vacation. they're all kind of wondering how the hell reader became a cop in racoon city??? when they had this nice life at home

wesker is freaking the fuck out internally the whole vacation. they sat on the plane next to reader and reader fell asleep on him. wesker was the first one they introduce to their family. they talk about him explicitly to their family?????

literally every sign is telling him to confess before it's too late and he just...can't do it. when chris talks to him he's dropping hints like flies and wesker is so unsure, eventually chris drops him with this look

and wesker is like FINE. OKAY. LEAVE ME ALONE CHRIS FUCK

the gondola ride is meticulously planned (he probably speaks italian, actually) but he's so tense despite the moonlight and reader's comfortable clothes brushing his arm where they're sitting so close to him

eventually he can't take it anymore and just kisses them. no confession or words or suave actions at all. he's blushing and sweating a little from nerves and why the HELL does he still have his sunglasses on. you're on a gondola at night bro c'mon

they make love (fuck nasty) in reader's hotel room and the next day it's so obvious they're finally together that stars team reveals their betting pool results (wesker is pissed, reader thinks it's hilarious)

happily ever after!!

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

part..1.5? how james got his glasses and pandora’s introduction!

P: come in reggie! is he…a friend?

R: not a friend. a blind knight that needs help.

P: oh, poor creature!

R: i was about to slice his throat.

P: unfair, he couldn’t have seen it coming!

J: rude??

P: hand-blind or foot-blind?

R: foot-blind.

P: how many fingers?

R: mmh…four, i’d say

P: try giving him these

R: thanks, dora

J: what are you-

R: you put them on your nose…

J: merlin!

J: how can i repay you, lady dora?

P: you could stay over for dinner!

J: oh, i wish i could, but i’m not even supposed to be here…

P: just like someone else in this room!

R: dora-

P: you know where to find me, blind knight <3

J: and thank you for leading me here. i hope our paths cross again

R: i won’t have mercy next time.

J: as long as we meet again

P: …his eyes are really pretty

R: i don’t see how that’s relevant.

P: and he’s a real gentleman!

R: okay and?

P: …he has my blessing

R: DORA WTF HE’S LITERALLY OUT THERE

J: how pretty!

pandora is what is considered by many a witch: she creates potions and accessories with what everyone considers magic, but is actually science.

the kingdoms’ opinions on these “witches” varies from admiration (gryffindor) to persecution (slytherin, ironic i know), however a kingdom in particular (ravenclaw) has academies where students can learn this “magic” (aka chemistry and physics)

pandora studied in one of these academies, but dropped out and moved to the forbidden forest to focus on her own experiments and be closer to nature’s resources.

if regulus’ parents found out his best friend is a witch, and that he is actively helping her in her studies, it would surely be a disaster (hence the “just like someone else in this room”)

now:

pandora and regulus having the same sense of humour <33

foot-blind means that he he’s short sighted (he can’t see his feet because they’re too far) and hand-blind means that he can’t see things that are close (like his hands), and the number of fingers is how serious the “blindness” is

giving james doe eyes might be one of the best design choices i’ve ever made

don’t think too much abt the fact that the first thing james saw clearly was regulus x

i lied in my last post, the wolfstar part will be in the next one w remus and marlene’s backstory (and lily’s) 🙈

[triz-costa]

Young Royals Fic Recs II

Strings Attached by kuramasgirl17 (Chapters 18/18) (Canon Rewrite) (Part 1)

Duty versus love. Head versus heart. There have always been two parts to Prince Wilhelm: Wilhelm, the prince he was born as, and Wille, the normal boy he wants to be. Then he meets Simon, and suddenly, everything changes. Wille changes. So, he invites Simon to spend Parent’s Weekend with him at Hillerska, beginning a relationship that tests the boundaries of what it means to keep both parts of himself separate. But, when stakes become higher, and their feelings become stronger, can Wille reconcile the two parts of himself without losing Simon? - - - OR, a canon rewrite where Erik lives, beginning just before Parent’s Weekend, covering S1-2.

Tethered by kuramasgirl17 (Chapters 18/18) (Canon Rewrite) (Part 2)

Everyone has a choice. Or, that was at least what Simon believed before he met Wilhelm. Wilhelm should represent everything he detests – the monarchy, title, unearned wealth and privilege. But then Simon meets him, and he finds just how wrong his assumptions were. As he gets to know Wille, who’s just an awkward, endearing boy, Simon just. can’t. stay. away. So, when Wille invites Simon to spend the weekend with him, Simon learns there is one thing you can’t choose: who you love. But, as feelings grow in secret and promises can’t be made, is love truly enough to conquer all? - - - OR, Simon’s POV of the companion story, Strings Attached.

All the people are fake (young royals one-shots) by allofthestarz/@allthefakepeople (Chapters 13/?)

A selection of Young Royals one-shots based on tumblr ask prompts

Like the Open Highway by Ripki (Post S3)

“I’m keeping you,” Simon murmurs, grazing his teeth over Wille’s ear, “I’m keeping you forever.” In the immediate aftermath of the season finale, as they drive away from Hillerska, Simon is utterly, hopelessly in love.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth (I wish it was mine) by witchjeons

In the aftermath of the video, Simon falls apart. Wilhelm is there to put him back together.

The neon lights on your face and your body on mine by andycreations

What if the first episode ended a little differently and not so cliff-hanger-like? - There was a slightly glistening outline of his palm across half of Simon’s face as sweat collected around the digits of his fingers. Simon licked his lips in a sinful way, tasting the saltiness of the sweaty layer on his tongue, noticing how Wille’s gaze fell down on his lips. Goodness, so he noticed. -

Kiss me like you wanna be loved by Skamtrash (Erik lives)

Simon and Erik unexpectedly meet + Wille and Erik talk about Simon + the boys can't keep their hands off each other after dinner with Erik

We should escape for the night by Piebingo/@piebingo

By the end of the practice, he is confident that he will get into the choir, thus securing a place at Hillerska with Sara. The teacher dismisses them and motions for Simon to come and see her. As he makes his way to her, the girl who had been eyeing him earlier lets out a squeal. “Prince Wilhelm will transfer here next week!” She says, effectively creating chaos in the room. *** Simon and Sara transfer to Hillerska the same day Prince Wilhelm does. What happens when Wilhelm and Simon have their initiation at the same time?

Young Royals Watch the Show by emwrites19 (Chapters 4/8)

The morning following Wilhelm's whole... face butting a person on camera situation, his mother, father, and brother all are snatched up by a time-twisting, dimension-traveling girl who goes by the name Adahlia. She reveals to them that she's brought them all together to watch Wille's, and subsequently their own, future! AKA: A reaction fic where Erik is besties with Simon AS HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN, Kristina exists, and Erik doesn't die - or does he? - though he does feel extreme guilt for dying.

Rewinding Young Royals by At_the_Gates (Chapters 8/?)

Wilhelm had already been having a bad week. His black eye still stung from the fight at the club, and soon, he'd be attending Hillerska Boarding School for three fuckin' years. So, when he is seemingly kidnapped by crazy people who want him to watch 12 episodes about his future, it would make sense for his week to plunge from bad to awful. Except, there's something intriguing about the curly-haired boy that's supposed to watch the episodes with him.

[sneakyblinders]

The Honorable Gangster

A/N: another installment of the courting series of the tommy and his darling wife!au. aka tommy x ofc (bee). this one takes place directly after Under the London Lamp Posts. Tommy is the hero in this one. PLEASE heed the warnings. warnings: language, non-consensual kissing & sexual motives, violence, fighting, blood, not canon, with a happy ending & fluff sprinkled in at the end. sexual themes. 18+. You are responsible for your media consumption! Please do not proceed if you are uncomfortable or if any of the above mentioned warnings will upset you. 5.7k words. I take no credit for the gif! text dividers are from @cottage-writings and I take no credit for those either!

1919

Bee had walked with her head in the clouds for the next few days. When Thomas Shelby had dropped her off at her front door, he’d kissed her hand and asked her to write her phone number down so he could call her. He said he’d call her the next time he was coming to London. 

He looked at her through his thick, dark eyelashes and raised her hand to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her knuckles, eyes never leaving hers. “Goodnight, Gorgeous,” he told her, smirking to himself when he noticed her go weak in the knees. 

“Goodnight, Thomas,” she said airily, unlocking her front door. 

He smirked as she shut the door. When she was safely behind her door, she pressed her back to the door and slid down to the floor, a lovestruck expression on her face. 

Betty raced down the hall from her room once she’d heard the door shut. “Well?” she squealed. 

“Oh he’s perfect,” Bee said dreamily, legs sprawled out in front of her. 

She could hear his heavy footsteps getting farther and farther away as he walked down the hallway and out the doors. Her heart became heavy. A sense of loneliness she’d never felt before descending on her. 

“Did he kiss you?” Betty asked. 

“No!” Bee exclaimed, cheeks flushing. 

“Oh come on,” Betty rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “A man like that is bound to kiss you, so get ready for your first kiss, Missy.” 

Bee’s heart quickened. She knew it was true. “He was in the War,” she said, a faraway tone to her voice.

“Heavens, Bee, how old is he?” Betty asked, eyes widening. 

“Oh, I think twenty-nine or so?”

Betty chuckled. “Holy hell you’re in for it.” 

Bee stood up, walking towards her room. “What do you mean?” she asked, kicking her shoes off. 

“A man like that will know what he wants, and will take it and make you love him for it.” 

Her stomach did a little flutter. “He was a perfect gentleman.” 

“Of course he was! I am just saying to be ready to be with a man.” 

“I’m tired, Betty. I’m going to bed.” Bee said dismissively, annoyed that her friend couldn’t let her divulge the information she so badly wanted to without sounding jealous.

On Sundays, Bee’s family had a family dinner. Her siblings gather with her parents and grandfather for dinner, around her mothers dining room table. It was their opportunity to catch up with one another, not allow too much distance despite them all living their own separate lives. 

After dinner, her father and mother asked to speak to her. “Bee, Darling, a young man has come to see us about courting you,” her mother said, a sparkle in her eyes. 

Bee’s eyes lit up–Thomas! How had he found them? She didn’t care, she only cared that he was wishing to court her! 

“His name is Jonathan Sayer,” her father continued, and her face fell downcast. “He is a banker here in London, he comes from a good family, and he’d make an excellent husband, Bee. He will be coming to Grandfather’s birthday party next week so you can meet him.” 

“I–I can’t do that,” she said softly, heart cracking in her chest. 

“Why not?” her father chuckled. 

“I–I met someone last week,” she said softly, not meeting her parents' gaze. 

“Bee, Darling, I’m sure whoever you met was a fine individual but Jonathan will make a fine match.” Her father continued, waving her off. 

Bee looked to her mother, who gave her a sympathetic look. 

Before she left her parents flat that evening, her mother caught her by the arm. “Bee, Darling,” she said. “If this other young man has caught your heart, listen to it. Our family marries for love.” 

That night, Tommy called her. “Hello?” She answered the phone. 

“Hello, Gorgeous,” that velvety voice said on the other end. 

“Thomas,” she said softly, leaning against the wall. 

“How are you today?” he asked, fingers drumming on his desk. 

“I’m okay,” she said, sighing. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting forward in his chair, elbows on his desk. 

“My–my father has told me I have a suitor.” 

The other end of the line went quiet. All Bee could hear was her heartbeat in her chest. “What do you have to say about it?” he asked, clearing his throat. She could hear his seat squeak as he adjusted his posture. 

“I would rather be with you,” she blurted out. She shut her eyes immediately. Stupid girl, why did you say that? 

He smiled. “When can I see you?” he asked. 

“I don’t know. I’m supposed to meet this suitor on Friday night,” she groaned. She was scheduled to work at the book shop for the next few nights. “At my grandfather’s birthday party.” 

“I’ll come then,” he said simply, taking a sip of whiskey. 

“You can’t do that!” she said standing up a little straighter. 

“Why not?” he asked. “They won’t notice an extra man there, surely.” 

“They would if he looks like you do,” she says, her face scrunching after the words left her mouth. 

Tommy smirks on the other end of the phone, licking his lips. “I’m not sure if that’s meant to offend or flatter me, Gorgeous,” he flirted. 

“Flatter. Definitely flatter,” she told him quickly. 

“Where is the party at?” he asked, holding back a laugh. She blurted out the details, for once, not thinking of the consequences. “I’ll be there, Darling. Sleep well. Dream of me,” he flirted. 

“Only if you dream of me,” she told him. 

“You haven’t left my mind for one moment,” he told her. 

Butterflies filled her belly. “Goodnight, Thomas.” 

“Goodnight, Gorgeous.” 

Friday night came and Bee nervously dressed in her favorite light purple dress. Her father gathered everyone up in the family car and drove them to the countryside, to her grandfather's estate. Her stomach was in knots, thinking of Jonathan–of Thomas. 

Cocktail hour was in full swing, the music loud, the guests louder. Mr. Sutton brought Jonathan to Bee. “Darling Daughter, may I introduce Mr. Jonathan Sayer.” 

He was handsome enough. Blond hair and light brown eyes, but a scowl so deeply set in his features, she couldn’t shake his coldness. His features paled in comparison to Tommy. “Miss Sutton,” he said, bowing slightly to her, hands clasped behind his back. 

“Pleasure,” she said, smiling awkwardly at him. 

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” her father said, smiling awkwardly at the two of them. 

They stood awkwardly before Jonathan blurted out, “My mother intends to marry us soon, something about a good dowry, so we better get the formalities out of the way. I think you’re pretty enough and you look brighter than how you speak. I overheard a few other conversations with your aunts, I think it was. That can be changed with some good literature and not those ridiculous romance books I’m sure you find wonderful,” tears stung at her eyes. “You’re a little too thin for my taste, however,” he says, looking her up and down. She felt herself shrinking. “So eat plenty in the coming months. If everything goes to plan we’ll be on our honeymoon in six months.”

“Excuse me, please, I need a drink,” she says, excusing herself to the drink table. 

To her disgust, he followed her. “Allow me,” he said, taking the glass from her hand and pouring her a glass of water. “Now drink it so we can dance.” 

She eyed him warily, swallowing down her glass. He took it from her hands and set it on a tray a waiter was carrying, bringing her to the dance floor. 

His hand didn’t quite fit well in hers–his fingers were too slender, palms too small. She felt clammy as he pressed his body against hers, whirring her around the dance floor so quickly her head spun. He stepped on her feet a few times, and nearly ran her into another couple.  

What felt like an eternity later, a man who Bee couldn’t make out for her dizziness, tapped Jonathan on the shoulder. “May I cut in?” the thick, velvet Birmingham accent. Her vision was still spinning as Jonathan released her reluctantly. 

“She’s a terrible partner, good luck, mate,” Jonathan said. 

She felt Tommy’s strong arm around her back, his hand taking a hold of hers. His hands were warm, the rest of him ice cold. “Hello, Gorgeous,” he said in her ear, his lips dangerously close to the shell of her ear. He inhaled her perfume and nearly moaned, loving her scent, her body pressed against his. 

“Thomas,” she breathed, a smile on her face. “You came.” 

“Of course I did. I am a man of my word,” he told her. The song turned slow and he gently changed his pace. “Especially to a beautiful lady.” 

She blushed, a bashful smile on her lips. “You look handsome tonight.” 

And he did. He wore a white striped shirt with a navy waistcoat and suit. His hair had just been cut and he’d shaved mere minutes before he’d walked out the door. He'd worn his best cologne.

“You outshine me, I assure you,” he whispered in her ear. “Everyone’s been staring at you all night.” 

“Have you been?” she asked in an uncharacteristically bold manner.

“Ever since I got here,” he rasped. “Can’t take my fucking eyes off you,” The butterflies came back in her belly, his grip on the small of her back tightening. “Who was dancing with you before?” he asked. 

“My suitor,” she ground out. “He was terribly rude to me,” she said, eyes burning thinking of the hateful things he’d said. 

“What did he say?” Tommy asked, body tensing. 

“He said I was too skinny, that I was pretty enough and that I needed to speak like I had a brain, essentially,” she rattled off. Tommy clenched his jaw. 

“You are exquisite,” he told her. “Don’t listen to him.” 

“He doesn’t matter anyway,” she said, leaning in closer to him. “You’re the one who matters, Thomas,” she told him. 

He closed his eyes and for a moment, he was 16 again. In love for the first time. Maybe this would be the last time. 

The dancing came to an end so more food could be served, and Tommy walked over to the table with her. He pulled out her chair for her and she sat down. “I’ll be back with a plate for you, and I,” he said, fingers kneading her shoulder softly. She nodded, stomach in knots as her mother approached, Tommy walking towards the food spread. 

“Bee! Bee why were you dancing so closely with that man! You’re supposed to be dancing with Jonathan!” her mother scolded. 

“Mother,” Bee whispered, motioning for her mother to come closer. “That’s the other man!” 

Her mothers eyes widened. “Bee, lovey, that can’t be him,” she said softly. “That’s Thomas Shelby.” 

Bee’s eyes widened. “You know who he is?” 

“Darling he’s a gangster,” her mother eyed the room apprehensively before leaning down to her daughter. “He’s the leader of a dangerous gang in Birmingham, how could you keep this from me?” 

“I didn’t know, mother! He said he was a businessman–a bookmaker!” Bee said defensively, brain spinning. 

Her mother laughed. “Bee, he’s a bookmaker because he’s known for fixing races,” her mother seethed. 

“Mother–”

“No, Bee! He is dangerous!”

“He is behind you,” Tommy said, holding two plates of food, standing behind Mrs. Sutton, who was, ironically, standing in front of Tommy’s chair. 

“Oh!” Mrs. Sutton exclaimed, quickly moving out of the way. “Mr. Shelby,” she said, jaw clenched. 

“Mrs. Sutton, I presume?” he said, handing Bee a plate of food he knew she wouldn’t eat. Her body was alight with nerves. 

“Yes. My daughter is quite taken with you, Mr. Shelby, but she is spoken for. This seat is already occupied.” Her mother said, gripping the back of the chair, preventing Tommy from sitting down. 

“Mother, please,” Bee tried protesting. 

“Oh, here he comes. Here’s Jonathan!” her mother says, a smile spreading on her face. Jonathan approached with his own plate of food, sitting down next to Bee. 

Tommy nodded in acknowledgement before taking a seat on her right. “Appears this seat is empty, I’ll just sit here then,” he threw Mrs. Sutton a smug smile, eyes narrowing. 

“Flanked by a gentleman on either side, Miss Sutton, you are quite desired I see,” Jonathan seethed, Mrs. Sutton letting out a surprised squeak. 

“I need to see to my father, excuse me, please,” Mrs. Sutton said, desperately trying to wrap her head around the scene unfolding in front of her and needing to get away from it. 

“I assure you, Mr. Sayers, I am no gentleman,” Tommy said, raising a cigarette to his lips. 

“Of that I have no doubt,” Jonathan quipped back. 

Bee sank deeper into her chair, biting the inside of her cheek. 

“But I do know how to speak to a lady,” Tommy said, leaning into the table, peering around Bee to get a better look at his opponent. 

Jonathan scoffed. “Who? Her?” he eyed Bee. 

Tommy ran his tongue over his teeth, temper threatening to boil over at any moment. “I need some air, if you’ll excuse me,” Bee said, in a voice so small Tommy almost didn’t recognize her voice. She got up and exited the room, making her way to a terrace off the ballroom. 

Jonathan moved to stand. “Sit down,” Tommy rasped, leaning back in his chair. “Give her a minute.” 

To his surprise, Jonathan listened, sitting down, his eyes narrowed. “What interest does Gypsy scum like you have in her?” Tommy’s eyebrows raised and he cocked his head to the side. “I know who you are, everyone in this fucking room knows who you are except Bee. She’d be much better served with a normal man, not some psychotic racketeer who has the police in his pocket and whores adorning his bed every night,” Jonathan spat, face turning red. 

“You’re right,” Tommy said, not meeting his expression. “She probably would be better served being with a man who wouldn’t put her life in danger, but,” he took a drag off his cigarette. “It should be her choice, shouldn’t it?” 

Jonathan scoffed. “She doesn’t know what’s best for her, wouldn’t know a good thing if it hit her in the face. She’s naive and dull–”

Before Jonathan could get another word out, Tommy nearly leapt from his seat, taking a hold of his collar, temper spilled over. “Say one more word about her and I will cut you from ear to ear,” he seethed, teeth bared. “That woman,” he breathed. “That lovely creature will never be yours. Even if she refuses me, she will never have you. You aren’t deserving of her.” 

Jonathan smirked. “And you think you are?” 

Tommy let go of his collar, standing up and walking towards the terrace. 

Bee stood, her hips pressed against the wrought iron railing of the terrace, head in her hands, staring into the gardens. “Darling,” Tommy rasped low, a hand gently resting on the small of her back. 

She turned immediately to him, face full of anger. “You should’ve never come here,” she said. His heart panged in his chest, the familiar ache growing within him. “I’ll be married to Jonathan in less than six months,” she said, lips pressed into a tight line. 

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Tommy told her, a hand gently resting on her arm, rubbing it soothingly. 

She wrenched away from him, scoffing in annoyance. “Get away from me, Thomas!” she said, not looking at him. “You lied to me.” 

His heart sank in his chest, seeing the pain on her face. “Lied?” he asked, a lump forming in his throat. 

She laughed incredulously. “A bookmaker, a businessman who works with horses,” she chuckled. “Good thing I don’t read the papers, hm? How about a gangster? A man who fixes races,” she sneered. 

Tommy sighed, digging his hands in his pockets. “I was going to tell you–”

“When? When, Thomas? After I was hopelessly in love with you? Unable to separate my heart from yours? I’ve spent all week dreaming of you and you leave these details out! We spoke for hours that first night!” she said, tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks. 

Tommy cleared his throat. “I know. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

She looked at him, his eyes full of regret. “I should’ve never let you take me to dinner that night,” she said, storming back into the ballroom. 

And he let her. 

“Tommy! Tom! Thomas, hello?” Polly yelled, snapping her fingers in front of her nephew's face. “Are you in another world over there?” she asked, noticing the faraway look in his eyes. 

“What were you saying, Pol?” he asked, refocusing his attention. 

She sighed. “Oh for fucks sake, when are you going to tell me what the hell has gotten into you?” she asked, exasperated. 

It had been three weeks since he’d heard from Bee. She hadn’t answered the phone. He’d sent flowers three times a week for the last three weeks, each arrangement more elaborate than the one before it. He’d sent handwritten notes with them, begging her for forgiveness, asking her to call him, or answer the damn phone. 

“It’s nothing, Pol,” he sighed. 

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Who is she?” 

He sighed, letting his head thump back against the backrest of the plush chair he was sitting in. “This girl I met in London.” 

Polly raised her eyebrows. “What’s wrong with her?”

He sighed. “Not a fucking thing,” he breathed, striking a match and bringing it to his cigarette. “I didn’t tell her what I do exactly and she found out somehow, probably from this bastard that she’s supposed to be courting, or her busybody mother, but the suitor–he speaks terribly about her.”

“Then why is he courting her?” Polly asked. 

Tommy shook his head. “Fuck if I know.” 

“Well either go to her and beg for forgiveness or stop sulking. You’re making everyone miserable,” Polly told him, standing up from her chair and walking out of the room. 

“Fuck,” he grumbled. 

“What the hell are we going to London for again, Tom?” John grumbled as he, Arthur and Tommy all piled in the car together. 

“Business,” Tommy ground out as Arthur turned the key in the ignition. 

“Yeah, fucking business about a woman,” Arthur said in jest. 

“Ah fuck,” John rolled his eyes. 

“While I am handling my own business, you two are going to check on the pubs we’re paid to look after. Make sure everything is as it should be. Shouldn’t be long.”

The trio rode to London in silence. 

It was Sunday, and in true Sutton family fashion, the whole family was gathered around the dinner table–this week there was an additional guest. A Mr. Jonathan Sayer. 

Dinner was progressing rather awkwardly, Bee’s inability to separate her mind from the two-facedness of this man overwhelming her. He was sweet and attentive in front of either of their parents but rude and dismissive when it was the two of them. She had tried telling her father, who only waved her off. “If we left you to your own devices to choose a man, you’d be with that bastard Tom Shelby,” he cackled. “We’re doing what’s best, Darling, I assure you.”

At the mention of Thomas’ name, her blood boiled. She hadn’t spent a day not thinking about him–he’d made it quite hard with the multiple bouquets of flowers he’d sent her over the last few weeks. Betty had sneezed nonstop for all the pollen. But Bee couldn’t bring herself to throw any of them away. 

She warred in herself about Thomas Shelby. She was enamored by him, curious about this man still. His attention had been nice. The way he looked at her. Like she changed his world somehow. She could smell his cologne if she closed her eyes and tried hard enough. But she was so mad at him–that he wouldn’t have told her about what he truly did. One would think that if a lady was getting involved with a gangster, the said gangster, if he was truly as enamored with her as she was with him, would value her safety and disclose this pertinent information to her. But no. He didn’t! 

Her mind circled in these patterns of rationalizing his behavior, and then becoming angry with him again. 

After dinner and dessert, Jonathan asked her to take a walk. She reluctantly agreed. He led them down the stairs and to the alleys. Suddenly, when he figured they were out of sight enough, he pushed her against the brick, her vision going starry, the back of her head hitting the brick. 

“If you’re not good for anything else,” he sneered, hands pinning her shoulders to the brick. “You will give me pleasure as my wife,” he growled, lips pressing roughly against hers. 

Bee tried to squirm away from him, trying to speak to him, tell him she’d rather take it slowly, rather kiss him gently, but his strength had her pinned against the brick, unable to move. 

Tommy had asked around London and had graciously been told where the Sutton family home was. He had remembered Bee telling him on Sunday evenings they all had dinner together and was delighted at his good timing and luck. He approached the row of buildings he had been told the Suttons lived in, when he heard a whimper. “No, no, please, not this way, please, Jonathan,” his blood ran cold, hearing that sweet voice he’d longed to hear. 

He couldn’t make out Jonathan’s reply but he quickened his pace, walking towards the alleys. 

The rage that Tommy tried so bloody hard to stifle boiled over. “Hey!” he called, voice deep and booming from his chest, echoing off the brick walls that surrounded them. Jonathan and Bee’s heads turned towards him. “Take your fucking hands off her!” Tommy yelled, removing his cap from his head. 

“Or what?” Jonathan countered as Tommy continued to stalk closer. 

Tommy delivered a crunch to the man's jaw, a sickening crunch of teeth giving him chills. Bee tumbled to the floor of the alley, her dress askew on her body. 

“Thomas!” Bee yelled. 

Blood roared in Tommy’s ears as he hunched over Jonathan, hands gripping his neck. “She will never be yours,” Tommy ground out before slashing his blade across Jonathan’s left eye. Bee screamed at the blood. It was everywhere. Jonathan screamed in agony, clutching his eye as Tommy stood up. “By order of the Peaky fucking Blinders,” He shook the blood from his cap and approached Bee gently. “Come on, Darling,” he held a hand out to her. 

She was shaking as Tommy helped her to her feet, his strong arms and hands holding her against him. She began to cry, her body suddenly cold despite the warm day. “Thomas,” she cried as he led her away from where Jonathan lay on the floor screaming still. 

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Tommy told her, holding her closer to him. “He’ll never touch you again.” 

Once they were in the sunlight, out of the alleyway, she nearly collapsed in his arms. “Thomas,” she cried. “Why?” tears ran down her face. 

In one swift motion, he hoisted her into his arms, carrying her up the steps to her parents flat. He nearly kicked the door in, fuming with anger. “What the hell–” Mr Sutton said. “What have you done to her?” 

Tommy walked her over to the sofa, where he laid her down. She looked at her father with tears in her eyes. “He’s done nothing but be honorable, Father,” she cried.

“Why is there blood on you? Where is Jonathan?” her mother chimed in, walking over to her daughter. 

“I was coming here tonight to beg for your daughter's forgiveness,” Tommy started. “And when I approached the flats, Mr. Sayer was trying to take advantage of your daughter,” Tommy told them, jaw clenched. 

Mrs. Sutton cradled her daughter against her chest. Bee sniffled, “He saved me.”

Tommy buried his hands in his pockets, eyeing the floor, waiting for an accusation or a demand to remove himself from the flat. 

“Thomas,” Mr. Sutton said, as they heard ambulance sirens in the distance. “Thank you.” 

Mr. Sutton approached Tommy, holding his hand out. Tommy shook it, jaw still clenched. “I don’t want to be with Jonathan, Father,” Bee said quietly. 

Mr. Sutton shook his head. “You will never see him again, Bee Darling.” 

Tommy eyed Bee, that look of adoration in his eyes. “I hope you can forgive me, Darling. But even if you don’t, I wouldn’t have changed what I did today.” 

And he turned on his heel and left. 

The first half of the week came and left. There was news that Jonathan Sayer lost his eye. Tommy smiled to himself when Arthur told him. 

It was half past three in the afternoon, Tommy was shuffling through endless papers, stacks of money, letters, invoices. A secretary he couldn't remember the name of, Joanna maybe? Knocked on the door. “Mr. Shelby?” he looked up from his paperwork, an annoyed look in his eyes. “There is a woman here for you–she says to call her Bee? Sutton I think she said.”

Tommy never stood up so quickly. “Send her in! Eh! Now!” he demanded, straightening his waistcoat, tucking his tie down into it, running a hand through his hair. 

The secretary scrambled from her awkward position in the doorway. She returned with Bee trailing behind her. She looked angelic, ethereal in the orange afternoon light that flooded through the frosted windows of the Shelby Company Limited Office. “Mr. Shelby, Miss,” Joanna said, shutting the door behind her. 

“Thomas,” Bee said, expression unreadable. 

“Hello, Gorgeous,” he drawled, exhaling smoke. He looked so handsome, she thought to herself. His shoulders looked even broader, arms even stronger, without his suit jacket on. His sleeve garters accentuated the muscle that she knew rippled beneath the fabric of his shirt. His hair was rumpled, almost as if he’d been running an anxious hand through it all day. Which he had. “What brings you to Birmingham?” he asked as she approached his desk.

She sat down in one of the plush leather chairs sitting on the other side of his desk. “You.” 

He felt his neck flash hot, her dark, gorgeous eyes boring into him. “Me, hm?” he said, sitting down in his chair. 

“Yeah,” she said, nostrils flared, lips in an angry line. “You and your bloody flowers and notes and the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you,” she confessed, finally diverting her gaze. “You and that stupid look on your face I can’t stand it!” she shouted, standing up, crossing her arms in front of her chest. His eyes were soft as they followed her while she began to pace back and forth behind the chairs opposite his desk. A small smile formed on his lips. “Stop looking at me like that!” she shouted, fists clenched at her sides. 

He stalked over to her, face dangerously close to hers. “Would you like for me to look at you how that bastard your family wanted to marry you off to, looked at you? Hm? Rather look at you like a conquest, not a woman to be desired? To be seduced properly? To be worshiped, adored, cherished? I can look at you like a conquest but you are far more to me than just that. So if you want us to fuck,” he raised his eyebrows, licking his lips. “We can, right now. Right here, bent over my desk, and I’ll throw you to the curb like last week's paper when I’m finished,” she huffed out an angry breath. “Or if you’d rather, I can continue to look at you the way I have since you made me drop my fucking whiskey in that damn London street,” he took her head in his hands. “And spend the rest of my life showing you why I look at you the way I do.” 

His lips ghosted over hers, barely brushing together. “Thomas,” she said softly, a hand coming up to touch his arm. “You don’t mean that.”

“Darling,” he whispered, removing his hands from her face and dropping to his knees in front of her. “Forgive me. Give me another chance, and I promise you, I will never lie by exclusion again,” Tears came to her eyes. She shut her eyes quickly, as to not see the pleading look in his eyes. “If you didn’t come here to tell me you want to be with me, then what did you come all the way down here for, hm?”  

Her hand cupped his jaw gently, thumb rubbing his cheekbone softly. “Nothing but that, Thomas. Absolutely nothing.” 

He stood to his feet, pressing his forehead against hers, smiling like an idiot. “Does this mean I have to formally ask your father to court you?” he asked. 

She swatted at his chest playfully. “If you want to go about this as a gentleman, then yes,” she giggled. 

“If I were a gentleman, I don’t think I’d want to kiss you so terribly right now,” he breathed. 

“Well,” she said, a flirty tone in her voice. “You don’t always have to be a gentleman. You can always start this evening.” 

He chuckled, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up towards his. “I’ll start this evening then, Miss Sutton.”

He brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, one hand on her cheek, the other on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Her hands rested on his chest, melting against him. Tommy inhaled her perfume, bringing his hand down from her face to crush her body further against him. Wanting, needing her closer. 

She sighed into the kiss, not wanting it to end. His lips were soft and he smelled of tobacco and whiskey and ink and cologne and never in her life had she smelled something so intoxicating as Thomas Shelby. 

He pulled away reluctantly, every ounce of discipline in his mind and body being put to test. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he rasped, forehead resting against hers. 

She was breathless, heart skipping a beat in her chest. “Thomas Shelby,” she giggled as he tried to reach for her lips again. 

“Yes?”

“I think we may have an audience,” she giggled, noticing several blurry figures outside of the window. 

He turned around and cursed under his breath. “Oui! Gimme a minute!” he shouted, and the figures scattered back to their respective desks and offices. “They’re so fucking nosey,” he mumbled. “Where was I?” 

She pulled his neck closer to her face, nails scratching at the short hair at the back of his head. “Somewhere around here,” she smiled at him. 

He picked her up and carried her to the chaise in the office, sitting her in his lap. “I don’t think I can ever let go of you,” he breathed, his hands running over the fabric of her skirt, dangerously close to her bum. 

“Then don’t,” she told him. And he crashed his lips to hers. 

The next evening, Tommy arrived at the Sutton family’s flat in London. He knocked on the door, heart in his hands. Mrs. Sutton opened the door, a pleased expression on her face. “Mr. Shelby, come in.” 

He walked in the front room where Mr. Sutton sat, a stern expression on his face. “Mr. Shelby,” he greeted coldly. 

“Evening, Mr. Sutton,” he drawled, taking a seat on the chair opposite Mr. Sutton. “I have come to ask your permission to court your daughter.”

The older man snarled. “I guessed as much. You’ve got all these ideas in her head about romance running rampant in her mind. I believe in love, Mr. Shelby, I just don’t believe a man like you is capable of it.” 

Tommy nodded. “I won’t disappoint you, or your daughter, Mr. Sutton.” 

Mrs. Sutton joined the two of them with cups of tea. “I don’t really see what someone like you wants with someone like her. Honestly, Mr. Shelby, you have plenty of women at your disposal.”

“None of them are her,” Tommy said simply, jaw clenched. “I assure you, all the days of her life, she will be safe with me.” 

The older man scoffed. “You talk as though you wish to marry her,” Tommy’s eyes grew serious. “You can’t be serious. Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy took a deep breath out. “Yes. She is young and she is beautiful and she is elegant and intelligent and innocent and everything I am not, but I have not gone a day, a moment without thinking of her since I met her. I am not an honest man, but my intentions with her are honest. I do not wish to sully her reputation or lay with her and kick her to the side. If she will have me, it would be an honor to walk beside her.” 

Mrs. Sutton was frozen, a hand to her chest, tears in her eyes. Mr. Sutton rolled his eyes. “Aah, hell,” he sighed, reaching a hand out. “You have my blessing, Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy all but ran to Bee’s flat, a few blocks from her parents after his conversation with them was finished. “Darling!” he shouted from the street. She heard him through the open window and waved at him to come up. Betty was at the book shop tonight, so the flat was empty besides her. 

She flung the door open and he pulled her into his chest, hands on her hips before spinning her into the air. “Thomas!” she giggled as he held her, arms encircling her thighs. She looked down at him, holding his head in her hands. “Thomas, did he say yes?” 

“Reluctantly,” Tommy told her breathlessly. She removed his hat from his head, tossing it to the entryway table.  

“Thank you for asking like a gentleman,” she told him, running a hand through his hair. “We’ll make an honorable gangster out of you yet,” she giggled as he set her down gently. 

“I’m afraid I’m the one who’s going to take everything that’s honorable about you and throw it out the window,” he nearly growled, a hand gripping her hip. 

“Go ahead,” she challenged, boldly pressing her lips to his with a smile. 

He was done for. Done for and he knew it. But he was happy. Fuck. He was happy. 

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Congratulations on your milestone, sweetheart!!! 💜💜💜

How about: Frankie, fluff, 20/P?

i had so much fun with this one tysm lucy i hope you enjoy the fluff!!

you that i hold onto | f. morales | 1.3k

frankie "catfish" morales x f!reader

prompt: frankie, "it's always been you", singing together/slow dancing

summary: frankie has a past, but you are his future (aka: slow dancing and admission)

warnings: 18+, insecurity, fluff ❤️

a/n: im putting this in the same universe as parts we rearrange and you can't stop me :)))

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You have always loved weddings. Granted most weddings you had attended didn’t also involve your partner's ex. You knew she would be here when you accepted the invitation, her best friend was marrying your partner's chosen brother. Frankie had always kept in touch with Gabi, his ex-girlfriend. Of course they kept in touch, they have a daughter together who he would take every other weekend. 

You and Frankie had been together for almost a year now and you admired how kind and gentle of a father and coparent he was. He wanted to make sure his daughter grew up in the healthiest way possible, whether or not her parents were together. It wasn’t her fault she was born to two people not right for one another, but she wouldn’t be loved any less for it. 

You and Gabi had met on occasion but never for more than a few minutes at a time. This was the longest you had been in the same room as her, it was also the most you had seen her and Frankie interact. 

You weren’t going to lie, they moved with one another like a river around a rock. As if they had known each other their whole lives and could anticipate the other's next step. You saw why they were together for so long, they could communicate with just a look. You weren’t one to be envious or insecure, but it was hard to feel confident when the love of your life would always be so connected to someone who he looked so right with. 

You knew there wasn’t any regret from either of them in their break up. They were ancient history, but being here and watching them you couldn’t help but wonder. You didn’t know anyone at the wedding super well either, it made it hard to not feel insecure just generally. You normally were very calm and collected, usually helping Frankie through his personal struggles with his mental health. You didn’t want to put your irrational anxieties on him, this was his best friend's wedding. 

Your own insecurities would be alleviated by morning, so you would fake wanting to be here until you made it to the end of the night. 

The reception was well underway at this point in the evening. A few songs had played since the first dance and the cake was being prepared to be cut. You had mostly been sitting at the table nursing your glass of wine from dinner, but Frankie and Santi had pulled you to the dance floor for ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. Just as you were getting ready to take your leave from the dance floor, the music slowed and Taylor Swift’s ‘Lover’ began playing over the speaker. 

“Dance with me, cariño,” Frankie said, putting his arms around your waist. 

You nodded in response and rested your forearms on his shoulders, hands around his neck. 

“You alright? I feel like I’ve barely seen you tonight?” He whispered softly into your ear as you swayed to the music. 

“I’m okay. I’m happy to be here, Fish.” 

“But what is running through that anxious head of yours hermosa,” You went to deny it. “And don’t tell me nothing; I can read you like a book,”

You sighed, rolling your eyes fondly at him. “You’re annoying you know,“ you said resting your head on his shoulder hoping he’d drop it. 

“Please cariño, look at me?” You moved to meet his gaze. “What is it?”

“There’s just a lot of history here that I’m not a part of, and that’s okay. Obviously we had lives before each other, but…” you trailed. 

“But?” His gaze softened. 

“It’s hard not to wonder what your life would have been like with her. You two still get along so well, all that history, it’s intimidating,” Your gaze shifts away from him, embarrassed to even be thinking this. 

You know Frankie loves you, you know all of the guys love you and you know why they broke up all those years ago. Even knowing all of this it's hard not to see how handsome of a couple they would have once been; how well they fall into a rhythm with one another. 

“Oh, mi amor,” He spoke softly. 

He pulled you into him, bringing you closer, you hugged your arms around his neck and he inhaled deeply. He hummed along to the song as you swayed slowly together on the dance floor. 

“I didn’t know you were a Taylor Swift fan, Francisco,” You smiled as you rested your head against his shoulder. 

“Only for you,” He said, rubbing your back lightly. You knew he didn’t really know what to say to your admission, but you’d gotten used to Frankie saying more with his actions. 

You continued to sway softly to the music with Frankie. As you swayed you couldn’t focus on him, or anything really, your heart was heavier than you’d like to admit. 

“Frankie?” You looked up at him.

“Hmm?” He hummed in reply. 

“I think I’m going to head back to the room after this, to give everyone time to catch up with one another. Okay?” You smiled. 

“No,” He said looking directly into your eyes, his gaze was soft and concerned. 

“It’s totally fine Fish, I just feel out of pl-,”

“No.” He interrupted, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“I need you here, I can’t do the formal shit without you by my side,” He said. 

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“I mean it cariño, you keep me grounded. You support me, make me confident, give me strength to face my past. I wish I had met you sooner, I wish life had brought me to you before anyone else,” He said the truth radiating from his words. 

You smiled at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Frankie’s love language had always been physical touch, he wasn’t one to speak romantically often. When he did though you fell in love all over again. When he could find the words, they were always the right ones. 

“You’re it for me, my beginning, my middle, my end. You know I often can't find the right words to say, but I love you. Eres mío para siempre, you are my forever.” 

You had stopped swaying around the dance floor. Even though you were surrounded by people, it was only you and Frankie. Tunnel vision for one another. He had brought his hand to your face and brushed his thumb along your cheek. Your hands were still around his neck, your finger played with the curls at the nape. 

This moment gave you a second to really take him in, the way his hair was styled up and out of his face, not hidden under his signature blue cap. His eyes were so soft, you knew how much they had seen, and yet there was light behind them. You sighed and leaned into his hand. 

“From the moment I met you, it was you. It’s always been you, it will always be you, mi amor.” 

The music had stopped and the next more upbeat love song had begun, but you and Frankie stayed in place. He slowly leaned down, his lips barely brushing up against yours; as if he was unsure like this was the first kiss you’d ever shared. You brought yourself to meet him and close the gap between you. 

The kiss held everything you couldn’t say, it was soft passionate and loving. Frankies hand that had stroked your cheek, held your face. The other was wrapped around your waist and his grip had tightened slightly drawing you in closer to him. 

As your lips moved against his you felt like this was the first kiss toward a lifetime with Frankie. His admission ran through your head over and over, and suddenly you couldn’t remember why you wanted to leave in the first place. Nothing else mattered as long as you had each other to lean on, a love like this was inimitable, it was forever. 

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Rottmnt x Reader Found Family

(The turtles, splinter, April, Casey jr, Draxum, Cassandra please) ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷🤍🖤🤎

Sorry about that I have a idea block in my head.

When you first met April she was a reporter who is busy to tell everyone a story on the news paper you are new to the city and new school when you move in to Manhattan aka. New York City.

You began to talk to her as you realised that you see her as a sister figure. When you found her suspicious you followed her as you were outside seeing a 4 turtles outside fighting Baron Draxum.

You don’t trust them at first than you warmed up to them and suddenly become friends.

Raph would teach you to be safe,strong,comfort and lessons he’s like a big brother to you whenever you feel comfortable.

Leo would lighten up the moods and break into your house when you are in unicorns onesies and then he stole the unicorn onesies from your closet.

Donnie would play Just Dance with you him and his brothers are good at dancing as you would vibe with him playing video games and sometimes you helped him creating his new inventions.

Mikey would be cooking delicious food for you and draw arts together. Somehow he would give you therapy when you try to hide it from him but…he could sense your sadness.

When you meet their dad Splinter you somehow disgusted at first but you sometimes watch interesting movies with him as you sat the arm of the chair watching movies with him you wouldn’t mind about you sitting down next to him.

Draxum became a father to the turtles you are unsure about it when you ate dinner with him.

Draxum would randomly pick you up when you space out standing there like a statue you are confused when he picks you up wrapping his arms around your stomach like a pillow as he just puts you on the beanbag as he leaves without any words. You would make a computer error sound in your head LOL.

Cassandra is a very competitive and loud when you first encounter her. You get to know each other since you warm up. She would teach you how to play hockey with you as you almost trip over multiple times and struggling to skate like a wobbly fawn.

After 2 years later Casey Jr is from the apocalyptic future since he did not know what it like in New York City life. You teaching him how to use a phone,fashion,arts and self care. He would mention about your future self that you were a parental figure to him and about your life. You would blink when he say that as you would pat his back in comfort.