#remember to pls read the desc!!!

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i just wanna say ────── when i see your face, was like, "where have you been?"

♡ ────── pairing : vinícius júnior x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. NO SMUT (well yes smut but it's in flashbacks) but the diction is lowkey nasty here, do not read/interact if you are under 18 or i will find you and block you. morning after blablabla. not proofread sorry if this sucks. 18 PLUS 18 PLUS 18 PLUS. ♡ ────── wordcount : 616 ♡ ────── notes : vinicius junior pls stop it stop it stop IT. everyone go on madrid's instagram and look at their newest video promoting the new kit right now vini is so HOT when he smiled i literally came wtf. title and desc is based on chanmina's needy. inspired by this list by nightprompts! ♡ masterlist.

“D’you regret it?”

You blink, eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight filtering through the thin curtain of the hotel room.

For a second, you can’t remember where in the fuck you are—Ibiza, Miami, Paris, Rio de Janeiro, Madrid, blablabla. All the cities you’ve been to spin around in your dizzy head, trying to recall which nightclub it was that you spent the night rolling your hips and grinding your ass on anyone who’d give you an ounce of their attention.

“Huh?”

You rub your eyes as Vinícius turns on his chest, propping a pillow underneath his body. As you take in the features of his face, memories of the night before come crashing into you and you place a hand on his face, pushing him away the moment inhibitions begin blossoming in your chest. He wraps his fingers around your wrist and presses a short kiss on the base of your palm.

“The sex,” he clarifies, the edge of his lips tugging into a short smirk, letting your hand cup his face. “Was pretty good, huh?”

It comes in quick flashes: three of his thick digits stretching your hole as your nails dig into the skin behind his neck, prepping you up for just a finger too much. Not your fault the size of his cock intimidated you the moment you let it slip past your pretty lips, but damn, you should have made him put another finger inside before letting him fuck you.

But hindsight tells you that no amount of fingerfucking would have prepared for his body weight on yours anyway. With one hand gripping your hips as the other pins your hand against the bed, he fucked into you doggystyle, in his own pace, savoring every inch of your squelching walls around his shaft. And no matter how much you’d babble for him to go faster, he’d ignore you and continue pushing into you real nice and slow.

“Wasn’t,” you cover your eyes with your arms after a few moments of silence, feeling tiny under his wolfish gaze, like he’s prying into your mind and seeing for himself the recollection you have of your hip bucking up against his, thighs shivering with one leg over his shoulder.

“Hey,” he grins, murmuring your name as he holds himself up on his elbow, his face leaning into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your sweat as his. “I told you I’d make you feel good,” he nips at your neck, his fingers finding their way on your bare torso, still sensitive from his grip, “made you feel good, didn’t I?”

“Vinícius—”

“Come on,” he cuts you off, coaxing, “that’s not what you were calling me last night.”

You huff, not stopping his mouth from lapping on your skin. Instead, you place a hand on his chest and whimper as his palm slides down, landing on the curve of your ass, giving it a hard  squeeze.

“You should call me baby,” he suggests, “it’s hot when you call me baby.”

“Maybe,” you sputter, eyes fluttering close. His hand works towards your thigh, fingernails dragging against the thin skin. “Shoulda let you fuck me sooner.”

Vinícius chuckles, tracing his lips against your jaw, kissing the corner of your lips. “That’s what I’ve been tellin’ ya.”

“Shoulda listened,” you part your lips and grab his chin, pulling him in against your lips. “I’d consider calling you baby if you fuck me again. Like last night.”

He smiles against your lips, biting on them. “You’re makin’ me hard.”

“Gotta do it harder though, Viní.”

His eyes glisten, liking the challenging tone dripping on your words.

“Yeah?” His eyes travel down your body before meeting yours once again. “Deal.”

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missed you - simon “ghost” riley x gn!reader

a/n: I'm so nervous to post something because for all I can remember I've only read, liked and reblogged stuff here so (🌟pls tell me what you think BUT BE SOFT PLS I WILL CRY) also english is not my first language :/

desc: coming home early to be greeted with a pleasant surprise.

warnings: none but fluff

Simon was cooking in the kitchen <3 You came home one day and abruptly stopping in the door frame, surprised and not expecting to see him to be home early. Excitement filled your body and your heart swelled at the sight of his hunched form over the kitchen island, his back against you.

An idea popped up in your head and you silently tip-toed to his figure and wrapped your arms around his waist. Simon stiffened a bit but then immediately softened to your touch. "I guess we both had surprises." his deep and raspy voice soothed your ears. A chuckle escaped your lips and you rested your forehead on his back.

He sets down the meal he was preparing and turned around to face you, cradling the back of your head as you rested your chin on his chest. There were a few seconds of silence as his lidded eyes bore into yours with pure adoration and longing, and you playfully pouted at him. "I've missed you, Simon." Even with the mask on, you could see the way his eyes crinkled as he smiled. He loved the way you say his name, it's not everyday that he gets to hear it with such a loving tone.

"Missed you too, doll." his voice was barely above a whisper, and kissed the crown of your head.

He definitely wears the mask at first.. I mean he's been wearing it for half of his life so it's not uncommon to see him wearing it around the house, but he lifts it up to his nose to kiss you then removes it fully.

[vintagemulti]

shattered

pairings: steven grant x reader , marc spector x reader

desc: have you ever felt so angry you’ve wished death upon someone? well, marc spector, be careful what you wish for. it might just come true.

warnings: smoking, swearing, sex mentions, guns and gun violence,death, y/n isnt in this chapter but is mentioned a lot, alcohol mentions, guilt/trauma mentions, major character death, gore, violence, abuse mentions (kind of)

a/n: get ready for the ouch chapter. sad to say this series is almost over :( pls remember to like and reblog! cannon ?? who ?? also there’s a scottish character added here bc us scottish people never get rep. he’s scottish bc i say so.

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the pyramid was looming, dawning over marc as he stepped out of the car. he had managed to calm himself down, preventing the rapid switching with steven every few seconds.

steven was still there, though, watching from every angle he possibly could. it was strange - marc felt like he was sharing the body with steven more than normal, like steven wasn’t watching through mirrors anymore but through his own eyes.

marc had read about it somewhere a while ago, it was called co-consciousness.

but he didn’t care, not right now. you had been missing for over six hours now, and the sun was beginning to rise over the peak of the pyramid. marc couldn’t deny he was worried - more than a little.

although he didn’t think himself extremely religious these days, marc still found himself mumbling prayers for you in hebrew under his breath and felt his hand reach up to brush over his star of david necklace.

fuck, how he hoped someone out there was listening.

“this way,” layla called, finding the entrance.

weird. this was weird, marc thought. no one was stationed at the entrance, or even in the hallways and rooms that took them deeper into the pyramid.

marc had expected that harrow would have had men around every doorway, every entrance and exit - but there was nothing. no one stationed anywhere, no one holding a gun to his head when he turned a corner. this was certainly new - but marc didn’t let it throw him off - no, it had to be on purpose.

the silence was deafening - the only noise being the footsteps and breath of layla and marc. even steven was quiet, observing in the headspace, holding his breath as well, as if he said something everyone would hear it and harrow would come bursting out. l

layla held her gun out in front of her, eyes scanning every space before they walked into it. she too, was worried by the lack of personnel. even though she wouldn’t admit it, she was preparing for you to be dead. it hurt her to even say it, that the woman who she was a bridesmaid for was most likely lying dead somewhere, but layla had learnt reality the hard way.

it had been what? seven hours now, give or take, since you were taken? maybe more, maybe less. but she knew that with every second that ticked by, the chances of you walking out of here alive were fading away like the sand in the bottom of an hourglass.

a bang came from down the corridor, making sand fall from the ceiling and they looked at each other, marc pulling his own gun out and holding it in front of him. taking a step at a time, they made their way down the hall to the room the noise came from.

marc walked into the room first, scanning it as layla came in behind him.

harrow stood in the middle of the room, alone. he was balanced on his stick, resigned to silence as he observed the two people in front of him.

“where the fuck is y/n?” marc spat, staring at harrow, not giving him a chance to begin the speech he had prepared.

he didn’t answer, “you arrived.”

“where is she?” layla still had her gun raised.

“y/n?” harrow asked, not expecting a reply. “she’s around here somewhere.”

marc stepped forward, pushing his gun into harrows face; pausing between every word. “where the fuck is she.”

the older man shrugged; “it’s up to you to find her, marc spector.”

it was layla’s turn to step forward now. “the fuck do you mean by that?”

“well,” harrow smiled. “marc has a lot of experience with finding people, am i right?”

the woman scoffed, shaking her head lightly. “listen, i don’t fucking know what game you’re playing but - but it’s not funny. tell us where she is, or i swear to god-”

“did she ever tell you?” harrow interrupted, completely disregarding layla’s words.

“what?” marc furrowed his eyebrows. “tell me what?”

harrow swallowed. “so she didn’t.”

“we don’t have time for your games, harrow,” layla hissed. “tell us where she is.”

it was like she didn’t say anything at all, because harrow continued on; “did you ever wonder why your partner turned against you?”

now he had marc hooked. “what?”

“bushman.”

if he wasn’t trying to keep them steady, marc’s hands would have shook. his gun would have fallen, even just by an inch. “what about him?”

harrow smiled. he knew, he knew he had marc now. “he’s the one who got you into this mess, right?”

“marc-” layla interrupted. “we don’t have time.”

“wait,” marc mumbled back to her. “wait. what do you know?”

the older man took a few steps forward, observing marc’s face; the way his eyebrow furrowed and his eyes were reddened, his frown making an appearance once again.

“did you never stop to consider, that it was odd? a partner you had worked with for years, suddenly changing. out of the blue, with nothing prompt him.”

“he got greedy,” marc almost whispered, voice hoarse. “needed the money.”

harrow hummed. “but why did he get greedy?”

even layla was paying attention now, undeniably intrigued. she knew what happened with bushman - how could she not? the bounty marc had placed on his head was large enough to spread from one corner of the world to another. someone had killed him, a few weeks later, but they never took any credit for it. it was a mystery to the mercenary world.

the rhetoric harrow posed hung in the air for a moment, complete silence engulfing them once again. marc had never thought about it - why raoul had needed money so much to betray his friend. were they even friends? coworkers?

“it’s almost as if,” harrow finally spoke. “someone encouraged him.”

both marc and layla’s head snapped to him. layla’s brows furrowed, confused. he couldn’t be suggesting that, could he?

“you’re crazy.” marc spat.

“you don’t even know what i’m about to say.”

he swallowed, jaw clenching. raising his brows as if to say; go on, then.

“have you even been to the blue lagoon bar, in vegas?”

the two of them had the same reaction; a choked, disbelieving scoff.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” harrow tilted his head.

“yes, y/n loves that place. fucking swears by it.” layla said.

harrow nodded. “i’m aware, yes. she favours the piña coladas, right? i never liked them. too sweet.”

“could you maybe, like, hurry the fuck up?” marc waved his gun slightly.

“i digress,” harrow cleared his throat. “yes, i’m aware y/n is a regular there. she has been for years, well before either of you met her, in fact. now - y/n used to take everyone there, dates, friends, coworkers, clients… everyone.

“would it surprise you, to tell you that i met y/n, while she was still y/n l/n? i don’t believe you were even in the picture, marc.”

layla and marc looked at each other. this - this was something they didn’t know. why wouldn’t she tell us this, they thought, why the fuck would she leave this out?

“yeah, i was younger. so was she, actually. it wasn’t anything interesting - the opposite actually. i was a bartender, back when i was your age. being an avatar doesn’t pay well - you know that, marc. i doubt she would ever recognise me, actually.

“we used to get a lot of underage people coming in, but i have to say, no one had as good a fake ID as y/n. no one, i mean that. she must have been, what, eighteen when she started coming? give or take?”

that rang bells in marc’s head - you had been seventeen going on eighteen when you started solo work. he swallowed again.

“i saw her every time she came in, plenty of dates, plenty of clients. but there was one that always stuck out to me, one of the coworkers she brought in. i can remember them, sitting at the bar, two beers.

“she looked great, yeah. dressed to kill, you know? and the guy, he was a big guy - tall, ginger hair. scottish, i think. or irish - i’m not the best with accents.”

marc did not like where this was going. he only knew one scottish man.

“their conversation was par for the course, how’s work been, all that. we used to get a lot of contract killers in, but it never really bothered me. i mean, what can you do? i was doing the same for that big bird a few years prior, but again, i digress,”

“tell me about it.” layla grumbled.

“i promise you,” harrow looked at her. “this has value. anyway, it was a standard night. i think y/n actually was about twenty-one, or getting there, by this point. she always looked older. acted it, too, because she was taking every shot this guy gave her like a champ.

“they drank for hours, it was actually almost the end of my shift, but then the conversation got exciting, you know? bartenders are always nosy. i was half listening, and then i heard egypt, tomb, steal - or something to that variation. piqued my interest, right? ammit would surely want to know about this one.

“they were talking about someone, too, and it wasn’t someone either of them seemed fond of. called him a dick, always brooding or something like that. the guy, about six shots in, was a lot bolder. talking about money - big, big amounts of money - and how he was bummed he had to spilt it.

“and y/n,” harrow looked marc dead in the eyes. “she came out with something, something i’ve thought about a lot.”

marc’s throat went dry, like the lining became sandpaper. he knew where this was going - he knew. he didn’t want to, but he did.

“well?” layla spoke for him.

“the scottish-irish-whatever guy, he says how he doesn’t want to split the cash. and y/n says, dead serious; ‘then kill him’.”

he knew it was coming. yeah, he knew, but it still stung. it was like the bullet hole inside him ripped open again, twisting at his organs and bleeding him out. marc dropped his hand, lowering his gun, and his head. did he doubt if harrow was lying? no. why would he? it made sense.

“i don’t-” layla stuttered. “i don’t understand.”

harrow turned to her. “y/n came in the next week, by herself. oh, she was a state. tell your bartender your troubles applied, you know? she just cried on about how she did a bad thing, made a huge mistake. i asked her over and over what it was but, she didn’t say. i knew, though. the man she was talking to had went out and killed a man.

“and she left that night, blackout drunk with some random girl. i didn’t see her - not for a few weeks. and then, she comes in, new phone and everything. leaves huge tips, she’s buying everyone drinks. i’m thinking, where did she get this money? and then i realise, oh yeah, there’s a huge bounty on someone right now.”

marc couldn’t even hear what harrow was saying - the ringing in his ears drowned everything else out. this couldn’t be happening - it couldn’t. his y/n? she did this, all of this, to him and she never told him? everything wanted to scream no - but deep down, he knew it was true. it made sense, all of it.

“i never did see that scottish man again. his name was raoul.” harrow finished.

it was layla’s turn to realise. her gun fell too, hitting the ground before she could move to catch it.

harrow watched her, the knowledge that her best friend was an awful person seeping into her brain. he smiled, not that either of them noticed, switching between the two of them.

marc stood, still. his eyes were somewhere else, brown irises visibly smaller compared to his blown pupils. harrow knew what his meant - he was angry. completely full of hate and contempt.

perfect.

this was exactly how harrow wanted things to go - both parties completely shocked at the new revelation. them, being hell set on finding you just to kill you themselves, ready to strike as soon as they clapped eyes on you.

your husband, especially, was murderous. everything up to that moment didn’t matter. you did this to him, and you didn’t even have the decency to fucking tell him? divorce papers might as well be on the way already.

he could now understand why you didn’t put it past him to hit you. because for the first time in your marriage, he was ready to lay hands on you. he was ready to kill you - to make you feel the pain he has felt.

“i believe she’s upstairs.”

and harrow was gone.

layla bent down to pick up her gun, calling for marc as she walked slowly to the exit. “i’ll fucking kill her.” she mumbled.

“get in line.” he laughed, but it wasn’t a joke. he wanted you to hurt. really, really hurt.

she waited at the exit, letting him lead the way. the stone steps were steep - climbing up to the next floor, and when they reached the landing, at least ten doors lined each side.

“i’ll take the right,” layla mumbled.

marc nodded, looking in the first door to the left. nothing.

he was furious - seeing, literally, red. steven was talking at him - something about being rational, although it came out as more of a begging.

she was young, marc. talk to her, there’s got to be a reason.

but he didn’t care, much. through all the love, marc could only feel boiling rage in the bottom of his stomach.

picturing the conversation already, the distorted image of yourself in his minds eye yelled and screamed, arguing with everything marc planned on saying.

he could see it already, your tears, your begging. it almost made him feel bad - almost. the love once again popped up, like a gentle reminder that ‘through better and worse’ was a promise.

every room was empty, having been through at least six now. marc was beginning to get impatient, anger levels only raising with every empty space. he hoped to god he found you before layla did, and there was only a few rooms after this next one.

but then the world stopped spinning.

no clock continued to tick, no bird flew overhead, no wind blew through the half-open window steven had left ajar in the flat back in london. marc stared into the doorway - the blood on the floor mixing with the crimson stains in your head.

his whole body felt numb, anger suddenly abandoning his senses, from his feet all the way to his fingers and face and mind. he stared, completely unable to take his eyes off of you. you, who was littered in specs of red and turning-blue bruises, left half of your head almost completely missing from the bullet hole. he stared, unmoving.

“no,” he whispered, so quietly he might not have said it at all. “no, no, no.”

marc rushed to you, legs collapsing as he neared your body. the khaki of his cargos stained instantly, your blood mixing into the fabric. steven watched - not that marc noticed - in complete disbelief from the nearest reflective surface, which just happened to be the puddle of your blood.

scooping you into his arms, marc pushed the hairs on your face back and stared. the hole in your head was slightly above your right eyebrow, dark crimson and brown blood still seeping from the wound. the bullet must have went in diagonally, because the left side of your head spilled blood and brains all over his thighs.

continuing to mutter ‘no’s, he pulled you into him, your body completely limp against his. you were cold - the flesh from beneath your shirt freezing against marc’s touch. all the hatred disappeared, and in that moment, it didn’t matter if you personally shot marc and made him work for khonshu - he would have forgiven it.

steven was silent, tears in his eyes. he didn’t know how to cope with this - nothing about this made sense. what could he say? what could he do? he just watched, your lifeless body hanging limp in marc’s arms.

neither of them heard layla’s footsteps, but they did hear her scream. she rushed over - falling to her knees beside marc. without having to say it, she knew marc didn’t do this. he wouldn’t - this was brutal. she noticed the deep, bloody cuts all over your body, the tear marks of your mascara that wasn’t covered in blood.

they stayed like that, sobbing, for god knows how long. no one counted - no one even spoke. much like marc, all of the resent evaporated from layla with every choked breath she took.

funny. the two of them, marc maybe more so, had wished death upon you not even five minutes prior. they were ready to kill you themselves, take your life with their bare hands if it came down to it.

perhaps this is a reminder; be careful what you wish for. it might just come true.

[haoplum]

Happy Bunny | l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x f!reader

Genres: smut (18+), fluff (?? kinda?), dom!chan

Warnings: drugs, alcohol, degrading (like once, pretty minimal), oral (f receiving), language, marking, creampie, unprotected sex (get tested and stay safe xoxo) lmk if i missed anything pls!!!

WC: ~4k

Desc: It's your final party as a senior, and you're determined to talk to your crush: Chan.

A/N: First post here and my first time writing smut in general waaaa hope it’s not too terrible <33 

It was your final senior party. That being said, you didn’t go to all that many. Somehow, Vernon had managed to convince you to come to this one - seeing as he had nobody else to go with and wanted to do matching outfits. You were even more reluctant when you found out it was a costume party of all things. You hate spending money on costumes you’ll wear once but Vernon teased, “Come on you can dress all slutty and maybe get the attention of your crush at long last. This is your last chance, you know!”

As soon as those words had left his mouth, you started pestering him for ideas for what to wear as your costume. After Vernon had smoked a joint (calling it his thinking joint), he came up with the marvellous plan of magician and bunny - not too couple-y but definitely matching, as well as ticking off the slutty box for you. You were particularly enthusiastic about it, legally blonde being one of your favourite films and all. So, you decided to basically copy that exact outfit, just adding a small pink tennis skirt because you knew how men could act sometimes and didn’t want to attract too much attention - at least not from anyone other than your crush, Chan.

When the night of the party came, you couldn’t stop fussing over your makeup. It felt like the last piece of the puzzle was refusing to fit, and it was making you way more frustrated than it should. Vernon, having noticed your distress, had gone to pour some shots of tequila, bringing them back on a little tray accompanied by lime and salt. As you saw him return in the corner of your mirror which you were leaning ever so close to, you turned to him with a pleased grin and picked up the shot closest to you.

“Now get that frown off your face, let’s have some fun for once.” he proclaimed, clinking his glass against yours, careful not to spill any of the precious liquid. And with that, the two of you eagerly finished the six shots between you, wincing a little at the end and laughing at the faces the two of you had pulled. 

The party was at some random senior’s house, Vernon didn’t bother telling you whose, and it was just around the corner from your house, so you thankfully didn’t have to worry about lifts or anything. As you approached the house you fiddled with the straps of your bodysuit, making sure your chest was showing just the right amount. Vernon chuckled as he watched you, taking in how well your clothes hugged your waist. He’d never been into you, but he’d be an idiot if he didn’t think you were attractive in the slightest.

When you were just a couple of houses down, you could already hear music blasting from the house and people cheering. At this point, you almost wanted to turn around, thinking you weren’t even close to drunk enough for this ordeal. As if he could read your mind, he spoke up - “There’s gonna be drinks inside, you know. First thing to do when we get through those doors is find the alcohol and get smashed.”

After steeling your nerves, you let out a sigh and nod, feeling very ready to not remember the night by the morning. “Okay! Let’s go.”

Just as planned: as soon as you walked through the door that was sloppily kept open by an empty beer keg, you waded through the crowd to arrive at the kitchen where the table was covered with bottles of every spirit and mixer imaginable, along with some questionable looking punch, of course. Looking at Vernon for suggestions, you were met with a shrug as he sidled off to lean against the counter while he loaded his grinder with weed (which he had pulled out from under his cape). Unhelpful, as always. You furrowed your eyebrows and picked up a vaguely sticky bottle of spiced rum, pairing it with some wonderfully flat pepsi. This was definitely the consequence of getting there an hour and a half after the party had commenced, but it seemed better than coming before it really kicked off. At the very least, you could still get drunk.

“You wanna get pissed but you’re using mixer?” Vernon shouted over the music, hoping you could hear him.

“Well, you didn’t give me any help!”

“Okay, okay, fine!” he shook his head, placing his stuff back in his cape before coming over to the table. “Let’s just have more tequila shots. There’s no lime or salt around by the looks of it though..” he whined with a small pout. You couldn’t help but giggle as he begrudgingly poured you both generous shots in glasses that were definitely not made for that purpose. “Drink up, bunny!”

It’d been a good half an hour since your second round of shots, and you could definitely feel the alcohol hitting your bloodstream. You’d absentmindedly been scanning the crowd for any sign of Chan but to no avail, his closest friend wasn’t anywhere to be seen either. 

Vernon had been sitting out the front smoking, so you hadn’t seen much of him either which meant you mainly just stuck to the wall and observed people, until someone approached you.

“Hey, you were in my chem class, right?” he inquired.

It was Jun - he only shared that one class with you and in all honestly you were pretty surprised he remembered you. He spent virtually all of his time in that lesson being loud and messing around with his friends, all while maintaining a good grade somehow - you sort of admired him for that.

“Oh, yeah! Nice alien suit.” you replied, leaning close to his ear to make sure he could hear you.

“You look really good in that bunny costume, by the way.” he said with a smile that you couldn’t quite discern the intention of. Instead of giving a reply, you smiled faintly and took a sip of your drink while looking over at the front door. Just as you did, you spotted two men walking through the door holding multipacks of beers up on their shoulders - Hoshi and Chan.

While you’d never been that close with Chan, the two of you were friendly since you were both members of the dance club. He’d been part of it since the start of high school, while you only joined a year or so ago, which meant he was a lot closer with the team than you were. To be honest, you only really joined it because of him, so he’d know who you were at the very least. Instinctively, you started making your way to the direction he seemed to be walking, before stopping in your tracks as you put two and two together and realised he was most likely coming to the kitchen to drop off the beers. So, you stayed put - much to Jun’s amusement. 

Hoisting the beers down from his shoulders, he lumped them onto the counter, people immediately opening the boxes to take some.

“Look at these monsters, getting through this shit so fast.” he laughed, mainly talking to Hoshi, but his gaze shifted over to you as he did. When he noticed you, the corners of his lips tugged up into a full-fledged smile, bearing his spiky canines. He was dressed as a vampire: hair slicked back, fake blood running down his chin, a black waistcoat - but he didn’t need the tacky fake fangs. His teeth could probably pass for a vampire’s already.

Once he’d made his way over to you, he pulled you into a hug, his defined forearms wrapped securely around his waist. While this took you completely off guard, you tried to remain composed and talk to him calmly. The smell of alcohol mixed with his cologne wafted over you when he pulled away, letting you know he’d definitely already had quite a bit to drink.

“It’s nice to see you here!” you smile.

He cocks his head at you, grin still wide, “What do you mean by that? You know this is my house, right?”

Your mouth quickly formed an ‘oh’ and it suddenly seemed to make sense why Vernon was so hellbent on convincing you to come. Regardless of your expression, he just laughed softly and took the empty cup out of your grasp. “Now.. I know that it looks bad,” he paused as he filled your glass with the mystery punch, “but I swear it’s actually kinda tasty. You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do.” you replied, smiling to yourself. You carefully took the cup from him, lightly brushing your fingers against his by accident. Though you were rather unconvinced, you took a small sip and looked up at him with surprise, nodding your head in approval. 

Hoshi and Jun had been sort of awkwardly standing around, not quite knowing what to do while the two of you talked. Eventually, Hoshi took the hint to leave and shouted “I’m gonna go dance with Jun, come find me if you need me!”, which gained no real response from Chan other than a thumbs up, not wanting to take his eyes off of you.

“Do you not want to dance too? I can go and find my friend, it's okay!” 

“No, I don’t want to dance with Hoshi.” he confirmed, still having his gaze locked onto you. You weren’t quite sure where to go from there, so you continued sipping at your drink, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Actually, follow me.” Without giving you time to react, he grabbed your wrist and started striding through the crowd, out the back door. You stumbled after him, desperately trying not to spill your drink and keep your balance as people pushed past you. 

So here you are: sitting on a bench swing in a secluded part of his garden, kept secret by the bushy trees and long grass. Between the two of you, it’s mainly just silence with a bit of background noise from the house.

“You’re not cold out here, are you?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Not really, the alcohol is keeping me warm enough.” you confirm, entering calm silence once again as the trees rustle with wind passing through them. 

“You know, I wish I had taken the chance to talk to you more in dance.”

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You’d always observed him from afar because he came off as very much out of your league, being friends with all of the popular guys and generally getting a lot of girls. He’d been looking at you too?

“Chan, how drunk are you right now?”

“Mmmmmm… not very? Actually, quite.” He was very drunk for sure. You very much doubt he’d remember a single thing you said by tomorrow.

“Okay, well, I always wanted to talk to you. I actually kinda joined dance because of you.”

As soon as those words passed your lips, his head whipped around and he stared at you in absolute awe, causing a little giggle from you. “Is that really so shocking to you? You’re incredible.”

He opens his mouth as if to send back a sassy retort, but instead pauses to think for a second, rubbing his temples theatrically. “Incredible how?”

You find him so very cute. You can’t fathom that this is the same man who dances with so much charm and appeal. “Are you just trying to squeeze compliments out of me, sir?” you question teasingly.

“Maybe? So what if I am!”

“Fine. You’re an extremely talented dancer, you’re kind to everyone even when they tease you, I really admire you,” you’re thrown off by how softly he’s watching you as you ramble and your brain completely shuts off, going into autopilot. “...and I really want to kiss you right now.”

His eyes shift from a soft gaze to a dark stare as he places one hand mid-way up your thigh, the other finding the back of your neck, slowly pulling you in. It feels like an absolute fever dream as you press your plush lips into his. You can taste the remains of strong liquor as he gently teases the parting of your lips with his tongue. If you weren’t on a swing, you would already be straddling his lap by now, but you settle for holding the side of his face and feeling across the muscles of his back needily. 

As he greedily pulls you closer to him, he groans into the kiss, only worsening the mess in your lacy underwear. You can feel his hand inching up your thigh, coming to rest just under the hem of your dangerously short skirt, urging you to finally pull away. “We can’t be doing this on a swing, Chan.” you whisper breathlessly, standing up and making it your turn to drag him through the crowd.

Not caring about the fake blood undoubtedly smeared across your face, you rush back into the house through the sea of people, afraid that your knees could buckle at any moment. “You don’t even know where my room is,” he laughs, “follow me.” And with that, you’re back to being dragged along. Making your way up the stairs, the crowd becomes sparser, and you finally have enough space to walk next to him. 

He forcefully pushes his door open only to see two people making out on his bed - Vernon and some random girl. “Get the fuck out.” Chan shouts, making them both turn their heads towards you, Vernon noticeably more shocked than the girl. As he passes you, he gives you a smirk and mouths ‘you’re welcome’ before disappearing, Chan slamming the door behind him.

Moving swiftly, he pins you against the door, forcing his knee between your legs and smiling at the sight of your flustered expression. “Is this better for you, princess? Fit your standards?” You can’t muster anything other than a small whimper in reply, clinging to the sides of his waistcoat. 

“I guess that’s a yes.” is all he comments before resuming what you’d paused. He lets his hands freely roam your body as your arms make their way up to his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging occasionally. With every pull, you feel his breath hitch against your lips and his hands falter momentarily before he regains composure. Just as you’d gotten fully into the rhythm, someone outside bumps into the door with enough force for your knees to give out, landing you firmly on his thigh. Though he could pick you back up with ease, he chooses to press his leg harder against your core, earning the moan from you he’d been searching for. “God you’re needy, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, Channie” you forced out, practically begging for more friction.

“Well, I don’t show this to most people.” he grinned, moving a hand up to your neck and running his thumb along your jawline. He slides his thumb up to your lips and you open them without hesitation, sucking gently while making sure to maintain eye contact as his focus flickers between your eyes and lips. His thumb came out of your mouth with a pop, and as soon as it did, he hiked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you across the room to the bed and confessing “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

He sat down at the top of his bed, leaning against the headboard with you straddling him, as if he knew exactly what you'd wanted earlier. In this new position, you could feel his hardness pressing against you, making you mindlessly grind against him, trying to satisfy your own needs. He obliged, firmly holding his hands on your hips, guiding you along the outline of his dick. You lean down, starting with a small kiss but becoming more and more greedy by the second. Him softly moaning into the kisses only fueled you further, making you grind down harder and whine against his lips as he repeatedly makes contact with your clothed clit. 

“I need you so bad.”

“Be more specific, princess. What do you want me to do to you?” he spoke against your lips, impatiently making sure your hips never stopped moving back and forth.

“Mmh I don’t know, just make me feel good… please.”

While he could try to force more specifics out of you, he’s simply too eager to please. He moves his hands up a little, finding the zip of your skirt with ease, lifting you up slightly to tease it off of you, feeling your hips and thighs along the way and savouring every inch. He smoothly runs his fingers along your clothed folds before making a suggestion: “How about you sit on my face? I wanna taste you.” He looks up with eager eyes and a small smirk while he gropes your ass.

You watch him closely, trying to find any hint of hesitation in his expression. “I would love that if you’re up for it.”

Without any form of a pause, he slides down to lie flat on the bed, positioning himself right under your practically dripping cunt. He looks up to your face which is looking down at him with slight concern. “I’m not gonna suffocate. If I need you to lift up your hips I’ll tap the side of your thigh, okay?” he comforted, receiving a small sigh of relief and smile from you. Once he’d made sure you were okay, he pushed your bodysuit and panties to the side, taking in the sight and grinning before pulling you down onto his face by your ass. 

You can’t help but squirm as his tongue comes into contact with your clit, only stimulating yourself more with the movement. Desperately trying to keep your balance, you grip the headboard with one hand while the other is buried in his thick brown hair. You watch him, his eyes closed in bliss as he laps up the wetness that’d been pooling at your entrance, his nose rubbing against your bud. As you grind softly, your hips stutter from the overwhelming pleasure, hoping your moans can’t be heard by anyone over the loud pop music coming from downstairs. He firmly wraps his lips around your clit, looking up to see your flushed face as you push against his mouth and whine, feeling the climax building in your stomach.

He takes one of his hands off of your ass, trailing it around your thigh until he finds his way to your core, slowly pushing his index finger in, feeling you tense around him. As he curls his finger, you flinch at the new sensation, needing more. “Mm please Channie” you sigh, furrowing your eyebrows and closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.

Obediently adding another finger, he stretches your cunt out slowly, bringing you closer and closer to your peak. You absentmindedly pull his hair, making a groan leave his lips, the sound vibrating against you, tipping you over the edge. As you hit your high, your juices gushed into his pleading mouth, and you could feel him smiling against your folds in satisfaction. Until now, you hadn’t noticed him needily bucking his hips, trying to handle his own horny-ness. You smile to yourself as he lets you right out your high, slowly removing his fingers from you as you lift up your hips with wobbly legs. He supports the underneath of your thighs gently as you shuffle down his body. “I think it might be your turn, Channie.”

With a chuckle, he responds, “While I love the idea, I’m not sure how long I’d be able to last if you did that.”

You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Mm okay, suit yourself.”

“Maybe next time, hmm?” he suggests, holding the side of your face softly. Your heart warms at the fact he’s already thinking about spending more time with you. “But right now, I really wanna be inside you, princess.”

He leans forward a little, bringing you back into a kiss as your hands busy themselves unbuttoning his waistcoat while he hooks his fingers under the straps of your pink bodysuit. He moans into this kiss as you go back to sitting on his dick, helping him slide your clothes off, now just in your matching black lingerie. Sitting up, he shrugs his waistcoat off and pulls his now slightly wrinkled white shirt over his head, joining the floor pile. You become slightly distracted by his figure, his toned body now on full display, sitting under your hands.

He moved his hands up to sit on the small of your waist asking, “Do you want me to grab a condom, lovely?”

“If we’re both clean then I’d rather it just be you..” you reply with a small smirk creeping up on your lips.

“Fuck.. you’re gonna be the end of me.” he gawks, watching his palms trace the sides of your body. You let out a small giggle and trail your fingers down to his belt buckle, swiftly unbuckling it and unzipping his pinstripe trousers, palming him through his boxers as you do. With a look of concentration on his face, he tugs his trousers and boxers off in one fell swoop, his dick hitting his abdomen with a small slap.

You’re pleasantly surprised by his size: average length, but thick in girth. You eagerly take the throbbing tip in your hands as he helps to take your panties off, his hands fumbling as you pleasure him. Too needy to wait, you position yourself, lining him up with the entrance as he watches you. “Are you ready?” he checks.

“Yes, I’m ready.” you smile. Unexpectedly, he pushes you straight down to the base with a cocky grin, making you let out a moan louder than you intended, rushing to grip onto his shoulders for support.

“Feel good, princess?” he whispers in your ear, kissing and nibbling your lobe. All you can muster is a nod as you bury your face in his neck. After a small pause while you adjust to his size, Chan not rushing you, you begin to roll your hips back and forth. He reaches up to undo the clasp of your bra with one hand, the other holding your hips firmly down. Once he’s removed it, he makes you arch your back slightly with a press at the back of your waist, bringing your breasts closer to his face. He takes your left nipple in his mouth, sucking diligently as he rolls the right between his thumb and middle finger.

The tips of your fingers start to dig into his shoulder leaving small red crescents in his tan skin. You’re both moaning messes, his sounds muffled against your skin, yours next to his ear only turning him on more. He slowly kisses up your chest to your neck, leaving small marks showing the path his mouth took, until reaching your lips. The make out was sloppy, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths, you bobbing up and down on him. “’m so close.” you speak against his lips.

“Cum for me then.”

His dominant attitude tightened the coil in your stomach, and he could feel you tighten around him. “That’s a good girl, cum on my dick.” And with that, your walls start spasming for the second time, making you pull away from the kiss, breathing too heavily to continue. Not long after, you feel Chan’s warm cum filling you up as he throws his head back in pleasure, continuing to fuck his release into you as he comes down from his high. You continue to hold onto his shoulders tightly, watching carefully as his Adam's apple moves up and down. You feel slightly lightheaded, and rest your forehead against his, making eye contact with him as he smiles at you.

“I guess we should probably get cleaned up, huh?” he suggests, wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you into an embrace.

“Could we just stay like this for a bit? I’m comfy.”

“Of course, princess.”

[twosroos]

all grown up [ch. 8]

roos says ! first writing posted since moving into my dormmmm :D!! im very excited. anyway, hope u guys enjoyyy and pleaseeee leave feedback i love reading what people think >:)! (pls someone find me more bob gifs i feel bad having to use rhett-- and a soft reminder that reblogs mean more than likes!)

desc: the dagger squad being at the house starts to shake things up, especially for you and your siblings. Partly because they think you still hate Bob, but mostly because they're just worried about you.

fluff, a bit angsty?

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, natasha "phoenix" trace

TWs: alcohol, cursing, mentions of past relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter

Drinks are being passed around, your hands growing sore from pouring various bottles and grabbing cups in the mini-bar in the pool deck area. Avalon and Gisele help you by passing out the drinks to everyone, while Asher stays back because of his body’s inability to process alcohol. He eagerly takes a mocktail from you, though. In the back of your mind, you remember the day you'd found out about your brother's alcohol intolerance. He'd gotten extremely sick on his twenty-first. Though the both of you had been going drink-to-drink all night, you assumed he had too much. 

Then he started to have severe chest pains, you could feel his quick heavy heartbeat against his shirt and see it in his throat, he was pale, flushed, and clammy all at the same time. Too ad onto that, for a few minutes he couldn't breathe or see properly, and then he passed out slumped on your then seventeen-year-old shoulder. 

Yeah. It had been an interesting night.

Asher looks across the yard, murmuring something to his boyfriend-- Robyn, as he stares at Bob. Robyn hummed, smacking Asher's shoulder as he whispered, "It's been a decade, Ash. Maybe he's changed."

Asher gave an unimpressed shrug and you huffed, fishing a bottle of Tito's out from your mother's hands as you whipped around and tried to ignore your siblings. Even if you owed them an explanation, you weren't sure how ready you were to give one. To distract yourself, you quickly mix up a drink for Bob, Tito’s Lemonade. Something you'd noticed was his favorite. Dodging a stare from Gisele, you walk over and hand the cup to Bob, the Tito's still in hand.

"You make the best drinks," He smiles, a hand coming up to hold your arm as he says it. 

"And you're already tipsy." You hum, tilting the bottle to top off his drink a bit more as a joke.

Bob goes to open his mouth, the words, "On you" leaving before PHoenix wolf whistles and you hear Fanboy snort, watching as Molly sticks her tongue out to Phoenix (who does it back) before speaking.

“Little Robert’s drinking alcohol!” Phoenix grins from where she lounges with her drink. She lifts her sunglasses and squints as if trying to get a better look from her spot only a few feet away from Bob and Fanboy. 

Rooster, who's next to her, laughs along, a small smile as he speaks, “for real?”

“He’s always had alcohol?” You muse as you hand the Tito's to Avalon, so she can bring the bottle to your mom. The sliding door squeaks as Penny slips out, pushing Maverick and grinning at him when he sends her a look of 'what the fuck was that for?' Penny comes over to where you're standing, her hand balancing a bowl against her hip.

"He never takes anything to drink when he's at The Hard Deck." She hums and Bob huffs out a small laugh, adjusting his glasses as he looks up at you before casting his gaze slowly across the yard until he settles back on your frame. Molly curls against his side, her head resting on his shoulder as she happily accepts a drink from Avalon, a virgin martini in a small travel mug.

"I drank too much in high school." Bob laments, his accent coming out a bit thicker with the alcohol in his chest, "My mom found out the day I left for Bootcamp and her Hennessy was empty. She made me promise to stop drinking, so I did... at least until I turned twenty-one and it was legal to do. It's just a weird habit for me now to not drink anything. God, I swear working out more made me into a lightweight."

"You were al-co-mol-hall-tic," Molly says, thinking she's being matter-of-fact, but when the pilots start to giggle her face falls until Bob tells her the right pronunciation and she groans as she hides her face and kicks her foot out to splash Fanboy.

"Molly!" Genevieve whines from where your mother sits with her on a raft by Sarah and Ice, who sit on the edge of the pool next to Carole and Goose, MAverick joining them with a few different cups of various drinks he hands out.

"What, Gen?" Molly perks up.

"No roughhousing before dinner," Genevieve huffs, and in a perfect replica of her mother's voice she shouts, "It's bad for your digestion!"

"My digestion is too strong." Molly declares, crossing her arms, and Bob takes a chance to hand you his cup before he moves forward with Molly in one arm and she shrieks as he manages to grab her by the waist and chuck her up, sending her splashing the older adults on the other side of the pool.

"That was cruel!" Carole laughs, watching as Molly lights up.

"Again!" She screams, and Genevieve's sliding off the raft she's on, declaring it should be her turn instead. You hear the sliding door open, and glance over to see Jenny exiting the doorway with stacks of plates and such in her hands.

"Dinner's ready, guys! Hamburgers, chicken, hot dogs... and roasted veggies! We also have a bunch of chips and such!" Tom calls from where he's standing by the grill, and slowly people begin to make their way out of the pool. Bob gets one more throw of each kid in, Goose declaring he was gonna swim over and knock him out, which Maverick said was a terrible idea. As you walk back over to the bar, your mother catches your gaze and waves you over. 

"I'm worried about your siblings and Rob." she whispers once you're in earshot, "Asher and Gisele are really mad at him, hon. Any reason why?"

"The last time I talked to them about Bob was right after he'd left for boot camp." You sigh, crossing your arms, "So they kinda hate him for me."

"But you don't hate him anymore?"

"Yeah, but the twins and Asher don't know we had a sort of heart-to-heart." You look over at your brother, watching as he kind of purposefully walks the long way through your yard so he doesn't have to be near Bob. Your chest tightens, blood boiling your skin in something akin to protectiveness.

"Okay. Let me know if I need to talk to sense into any of 'em." Your mom smiles, squeezing your arm, before leaving to go get food. Now that no one else is around, you make yourself a drink and tell yourself to keep calm and try your hardest to not want to kill everyone in your general vicinity. The alcohol will take the edge off, or so you hope.

"Hey," Halo's head pops around the little fence separating the bar from the rest of the pool area, and you glance up as you finish off adding some margarita mix to your tequila, scotch, whiskey, and basically every type of alcohol possible. It wasn't a coping mechanism, you swore to yourself, except it definitely was.

"Do you have any vegetarian stuff?" she asks and you hum, setting the Don Julio bottle back in its holder as you grab your drink and make your way over to where she anxiously rocks from foot to foot in her flip-flops and full body neon green bathing suit. It made her look super tan.

"Avalon doesn't eat red meat, so we might have some Beyond Burgers? Those plant-based ones?" You say, guiding her over to your house and letting her inside, "How long have you been vegetarian?"

"Since I was... nineteen? I got that red meat allergy from Lymes, so I just decided to become vegetarian because I had always wanted to. I would be vegan, but considering food in the Navy is limited I'd have to wait a long time before I could do that." She explains as you both enter the kitchen. Halo pauses by the table while you walk to the freezer and pop it open.

"Do you guys do those... what are they called, oh! MRE's! Do you guys have vegetarian ones?" You ask as you bend down and begin rummaging through various boxes and other assorted items. Your mom must've driven to Publix or Kroger because your local mom-and-pop grocer didn't have all of this stuff.

"Some are vegetarian-ish. But, not many that I've seen have been fully vegetarian. Maybe I missed 'em." She chuckles and then claps when you stand up with a box of plant-based burgers in hand.

"I'll have Tom throw these on the grill for you," You smile, and Halo nods.

"Thanks, and tell him I say thanks too! Isn't he Bob's dad?" Halo asks as you rip two out of the box and toss the box back in the freezer. As you hip bump it closed and carry the burgers in their plastic over to the backyard, you look back.

"Bob's stepdad." You muse and she nods, before quickly slipping out of the door and calling over to Tom with a grin. You look across the yard, eyes bouncing from group to group as they eat. Eventually, your eyes settle on Avalon and Gisele, who sit across from Aspen and Robyn. The look you're given by your brother makes you realize that, at some point, you'd have to have this conversation with them anyway. 

Tom sets a plate Jenny made up for you in your hands and ushers you over, that all-knowing look in his eyes. It was something the majority of the adults in your life shared, an insane amount of observance.

You end up settling between Avalon and Robyn, knowing the two had purposefully left a seat open in that spot so they could act as buffers for you against your siblings. You secretly appreciate the sentiment.

"So." Aspen starts, "What's with Rob?"

You sigh, "Straight for it, huh?"

"We wanna know," Gisele sighs, "You're all over him, practically."

"That's a bit dramatic." Robyn hums, shoving fries in his mouth, Gisele sends a glare at him. You scoff, grabbing your drink and taking a long swig as you try to keep your face steeled against the strength of the alcohol in it. You probably should've made a normal martini instead.

"Well, he came back a couple of days ago. I was pissed he was here because I thought I hated him. I was mad at him for the shit he pulled before leaving for Bootcamp, as anyone would be. We got stuck in a storm and had an argument that led to us both being in tears, so I think we kinda worked it out." You explain, "I've spent time catching him up on things, and he's opened his heart to me about things he's gone through and such. We clicked back together and suddenly it's like... I dunno, I can breathe right again. He fits like a missing puzzle piece in this family and I knew that there was no way for me to completely avoid him... no matter how much I wanted to. And I'm glad I gave him a second chance."

Avalon pats your back twice, giving you a soft smile as she looks across the table at Aspen, "I'm glad you both could stop being mad at each other. You hadn't been the same after Rob left for camp, always so snippy and angry. It faded a bit when you went to college and made more friends there, but now I feel like you're finally coming back to us fully."

"Yeah," Gisele nods, "I agree with Av. Seeing you mix up drinks, laughing with the pilots... that wouldn't have happened eight years ago."

"That wouldn't have happened last year," Aspen butts in after taking a swig of his bet, "I'm just weary about you jumping back into a relationship."

"Especially after Mike," Gisele mumbles, a hand coming up to block the chips she's shoveled into her mouth. Robyn hums in agreeance, washing down his burger with what you think is just a normal soda. Next to you, Avalon nods as she folds her hands under her chin. Darting your eyes away from her, you watch across the table as Aspen pushes his salad around before he meets your eyes and speaks.

"Yeah, especially because Mike's back. Chris told me he got a job in Myrtle as a contractor. He's living in a hotel there when he has to work, and coming back home when he's off for more than a few days. Y/n, there's a high chance Mike will be at the party."

"Who cares?" You huff out a laugh, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in your gut or the way you suddenly feel a chill in the air, "If he even comes within ten feet of this party, someone is gonna knock him on his ass."

"And that's not what I meant about Mike," Gisele sighs as she picks up her drink and swirls it, a nervous happy you remember her doing since she was young, "You know how hard it was with Mike when he was away. He was only a few hours away, at most, and you could always call him or text him if you missed him. With Robby, you’re not gonna know what he's doing half the time when he’s days, even weeks, away from you. The Navy may only allot him like ten minutes to call, and that would be generous. You might have to stick to just emails. Y/n, I don't want to see your heart broken again.”

You look over to the pilots, watching as Hangman's blindfolded in front of the dartboard. Jenny is betting something while Tom shakes his head, and you can tell Hangman's gloating by the way Phoenix playfully shoves him to disorient him and Fanboy and Payback try to convince your mom to not make a bet on whatever's about to happen. Bob's watching, arms crossed over his bare chest as he leans over to your mom with some sort of explanation and she laughs. 

"You've got the lovesick look, honey," Robyn hums, squeezing your shoulder, "Asher's told me he's afraid you'll be hurt, just like the rest of your siblings. But also, I know that they'd want you to be happy no matter what."

"Maybe wait a bit," Avalon hums, "That's what I had to do with Hannah. Now she's working towards being an admiral. We're praying that she'll get a station to stay at before we get married."

"Maybe." You hum internalizing what your siblings (plus Robyn) had said. It was all true. Mike was an asshole, and you'd been hurt by him for months (even before the split), and even if you knew you probably should wait for this relationship it was so exciting to feel like you were in love again. You felt every rushing emotion from high school throwing itself in your chest again, and when you look over again after sliding your plate away, it's no surprise to see Bob watching you.

What you would give to let yourself just fall into his arms. But it was too late, you'd promised you wouldn't go there. Now, you knew if you fell you'd never get back up. And that was absolutely terrifying. But you steel your heart, lock it up and throw away the key, so you can stand and walk over to his giddy smile as Hangman (after being spun around) narrowly misses a bullseye.

"That near bullseye was bullshit." Maverick announces and the pilots laugh, and you gaze across the yard to see your sisters, escorting Amelia around. The three girls are currently talking to Halo, Omaha, Harvard, Yale, and Payback at a table near the darts. Next to them sits Ice and Goose, who watch as Sarah and Carole attempt cornhole. Your mom and Jenny watch from the other team, throwing out tips, while Tom carries stuff inside with help from your siblings.

You glance back over when Maverick slaps a ten-dollar bill in Hangman's hand and cuffs his shoulder with a headshake as he makes his way over to where Penny sits off to the side with Phoenix, Coyote, and Fanboy. And when Hangman offers for someone else to play while he goes back in the pool, Bob meets your eyes.

"No." You immediately say and the party, or those who heard, start to laugh.

"Come on!" Bob shouts, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. You squeal, laughing as you fall against him and he smiles into the skin on your neck. He smells like pine and cinnamon, it makes you want to kiss him even more.

"One game, for me?" he begs, giving you puppy dog eyes that make you sigh dramatically before you nod.

"One game of darts." You declare and he cheers, untangling his arm from your waist to grab your hand and pull you over with him. 

An hour, and maybe five games of darts and two drinks later, you find yourself settled in the pool. Bob had left to show most people where they'd be sleeping for the next few days, and now you sat with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Coyote in the pool as most everyone else had gone inside. It was super late now, nearing midnight, and though you knew you should be heading to bed since you had to be up at four, you couldn't find it in yourself to feel tired.

"So." Phoenix kicks her raft off the side of the pool and you look over as she drifts towards where you float aimlessly in your floaty.

"Hm?" You look over from where Coyote was showing you pictures of his baby cousin on his phone, his legs kicking idly in the water as he sat on the ledge next to Fanboy's raft.

"Bob?" She says and you give her a look, so she continues, "You have to have a crush on him or something."

"Oh please say you do, I've never seen him look at someone like that, not even Talia." Fanboy awes and you give an odd look.

"Who's Talia?" You ask and Coyote kicks Fanboy's raft, sending him drifting to the other side of the pool.

"No one important, she's his ex." Coyote quickly covers, but the way he stares over at Fanboy tells you something different. With a soft splash, Fanboy quickly dips into the water and then out of the pool. That alone tells you there's a lot more to the story.

"Talia," Phoenix hooks her leg onto the pole of the steps, just like you were doing, so she could stay near the conversation, "is a fucking bitch. It's not our place to tell what went down between them but if you need to know anything, just know that when Bob got hurt she didn't even ask anyone if he was okay. Never, not once."

You think back to the look in Bob's eyes when you'd told him about Mike, and note not only the protective look in it but the way he'd also seemed upset. You'd assumed it was a side effect of the anger, but maybe it was something else entirely.

"He doesn't talk about her. I think he kinda forced himself to forget her after the accident, but that's not important." Coyote waves a hand, "Why won't you make a move on Robby there?"

"For one, it's none of your business, but this stays between us. I'm worried that if I do those things, open my heart to him, and be vulnerable like that... something will happen. He'll get hurt or something. Being a pilot, even a WSO, is dangerous. I don't know if I'm able to be so open like that again." You sigh gently, tapping your feet along the edge of the pool, "He was my best friend for years, I can't lose him. It's selfish but I can't. Especially if we become more."

"Being in love with Navy is hard." Phoenix sighs, "but you and Rob have something special, I can see it. I'm not gonna push you towards him, hoping you'll fall in love but I don't know if It'll be as bad as you think it will be."

"I might just wait." You announce, eyes staring up to the stars. After maybe another half hour of pointless talking, Coyote announces he's off to bed, and you decide to get out too. Before you can fully leave though, Phoenix stops you, and what she says stays in your head for the rest of the night.

"I promise you, he loves you. It won't be a mistake."

[perceabeth]

👀+🤲 cuz i miss ur writing pls <3

sorry this took so long the indenting kept making a total MESS of my answer i had to do this THREE TIMES ffs

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

ok wips is a funny topic. on the one hand-- i'm trying really hard to wrap up all the multichaps i have (lucky charms and spidey au and then i want to delete the penelope au lol) because i have been writing a tennis au as the final jock percabeth friends to lovers au since january (sorry for the book descs if that bothers u lol) and i want it to be the last fic i ever post lol but i'm also. not writing anything so that's turning out to be a real problem lmao but to answer ur question the only real wip i'm now trying to write is a snippet for the beautiful talented @wasithard's punk rock percy au that is literally the best fic in the universe by next week!!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

“No way.” “Guess we’re not going exploring then.” “You can’t guilt me into going shopping with you, Chase. It’s not going to work.” “I’m not guilting you into anything.” Annabeth held her hands up. “I’m just telling you what’s on my itinerary when I get to France. I do love a good beret.” Percy tried really hard to avoid her eye. That was the trick; his biggest weakness. Large, doleful grey eyes and long, mascara-coated lashes batting at him, her pink lips pulled just enough together that it might pass for a pout without seeming too desperate. God, he hated her sometimes. He held an index finger up threateningly at her. “No.”

fanfic writer asks for those of u who still read and or remember my fics

[astralaffairs]

put a ring on it 03 | philip hamilton

title: put a ring on it

pairing: philip hamilton x reader

words: 11k 🤪

warnings: rlly none! hectic families, stupid pet names, uncomfy emotions, compromising positions. also dont any of u dare get as close to another human as is depicted here anytime soon. pls flatten the curve. social distancing is cool i swear.

a/n: lmao remember on part 2 when i said i wouldn’t take as long to update this time? here we are, almost exactly a year later, even tho i wrote 8k words of this in the past couple days. enjoy!!! better late than never ig.

desc: You’ve never liked Philip Hamilton, and have always assumed the feeling has been mutual. But when you’re roped into pretending to be his girlfriend for a family reunion, you feel all your truths beginning to melt away, and find them instead taking form in his smile.

tags: @stargazelaurens @ivory-haired-queens @exoticxchicken8 @assbuttstyles777 @superbarriobrothers @tf2germanvillain @ela-ena @abundant-stars @heytheredee-lilah @abovethyfold - lmk if you want to be added; sorry if i missed anyone!!

Philip had brought you coffee without you asking.

It was mid-morning after your shower; the carpet of Philip's room was soft under your feet as you grabbed your phone off the marble countertop of his sink, just enjoying the peaceful silence. You scrolled briefly through your texts, smiling as you declined an offer for a manufactured emergency from Patsy (not before you seriously considered it, though). You slid it into your back pocket before padding down the stairs to find wherever Philip had gotten off to.

And thus, you were met with the distinctly strong smell of coffee.

Your footsteps stalled only a moment. You furrowed your brow; the corners of your lips quirked as you continued into his kitchen. You found him sitting at the end of the table opposite where you stood, glasses pushed down the bridge of his nose, reading a newspaper and sipping coffee from a paper cup. Your smile grew as he didn't even realize you were there; you leaned forward, resting on the chair nearest you as you bit your lip.

"Hey." Your voice was soft as he looked up, giving you a soft smile as he met your eyes.

"Morning, princess," he hummed, taking another sip from his cup as he eyed you, his eyes crinkling at the corners with his smile. "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty well." Your yawn came through in your voice despite your words, and he nodded, averting his eyes back to his paper. Neither of you dared mention how you'd woken up tangled in each other, your legs intertwined with his, hands in his hair and with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, your head against his bare chest. Instead, you broke the silence with, "So, you gonna share any of that coffee with me, Hamilton? Or were you just gonna ignore these bags under my eyes?"

You pointed to yourself with mock annoyance, and he chuckled, putting down the newspaper. "What, you don't think I picked up anything for my girlfriend?" He raised an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes, slumping into the seat opposite him.

"Oh yeah? What'd you get me?" Your tone was flat as you pinned him with a skeptical stare. He only grinned, leaning back and grabbing another paper cup from the counter behind him. You raised your eyebrows, eyes widening in the slightest. It probably shouldn't have come as a shock to you, but you couldn't help your surprise at the gesture.

He chuckled at your expression. "I can't believe you'd underestimate me like this." He put a hand on his heart with a mock pout as he passed the coffee across the table to you, and you took a seat, rolling your eyes.

"What's the catch?" you asked dryly.

"Does there have to be a catch?"

"Last time you brought me coffee I ended up here." You raised your eyebrows, looking at him knowingly, and he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, I get it. Point made." He grinned as he reached again behind him, grabbing a small brown bag and holding it out to you by its rolled opening. "But I brought you a croissant to make up for it."

Your eyebrows shot up when you saw the other bag, eyes widening in the least. "Coffee and food? Now there's definitely something up." You shot him a questioning look, and his obvious self-content didn't waver.

"Think of it as a "thank you'." Your skepticism far from dissipated, but something in the soft smile he wore made you take the bag from him with no further questions, a soft smile of your own gracing your lips.

You breathed in the warm, sweet air from the bag as you opened it, sighing at the smell of the croissant. As you broke a piece of it off, you looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. "So anyway, where's your family? House seems eerily empty."

He chuckled, raking a hand through his loose curls. "Yeah, it is. My siblings are all still at school for the next couple hours, and Mom and Pops are out getting breakfast with the Lafayettes. Said something about wanting to 'give the happy couple some time to themselves'."

You rolled your eyes. "So no one else is home?"

"So we're finally alone." He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively, and you scoffed.

"Just 'cause you brought me a croissant doesn't mean I'm about to jump your bones, Hamilton. Don't get your hopes up," you informed him dryly, but his amused grin didn't waver.

"Since we have the day free, though," he continued just as brightly, ignoring your unimpressed expression, "I figured I'd show you around the town a little, take you a few of the places I used to go."

You raised a brow. "Oh, yeah? I'm getting the grand tour?" A smile had at that point worked it's way back into your expression, sitting slightly lopsided as it played at your lips, though you tried to contain it. "Where are you gonna take me, Hamilton?"

His grin grew at your words, taking another sip of his coffee to hide his self-content. "You'll see."

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"Where are we going?" you groaned as he tugged you around another corner in the quaint downtown of his small city. His grin never faltered; he seemed very much to have a set agenda. There were people and places he wanted to see. Seeing as this was his family reunion weekend, you couldn't have blamed him.

"C'mon, we're on the block now," he assured you, pulling you along in his haste to find the little storefront, wondering if it had yet changed the aging display in its frosted glass windows. You scoffed audibly, and he let out a little laugh. "What, don't believe me?"

"You'll forgive me for not trusting the eighth time you've told me we were almost there," you said dryly, letting him pull you along regardless. He shot you a look over his shoulder.

"No need to exaggerate, princess."

"Don't think I haven't been counting, Hamilton," you shot back, giving him a pointed look, and he rolled his eyes.

"Just come on."

You (grudgingly) allowed him to drag you along three more blocks, unsure what had overtaken you -- your feet were getting sore, your stomach was starting to cramp (you needed to work out more), and you really just wanted to sit down. Yet, something about how earnestly excited Philip was managed to keep you going, just a few more yards, just a few more yards. You tried to ignore the lopsided grin thrown over his shoulder and the teasing lilt to his voice that met your complaints.

"Here we are." He skidded to a halt in front of three stairs, a stone stoop, leading up to a glass door. You raised an eyebrow, turned your gaze to him.

"Where, exactly?"

His smile grew, and he nodded forward. "See for yourself."

You rolled your eyes as you followed him up, and he reached for the handle just before you, holding it open. You didn't acknowledge the action, just continued forward into the small shop.

It was an adorable space, dimly lit and colorful. Leafy plants spilled over from pots above the windows, contrasting with the bright red window frames on the sunny morning, interspersed with framed photos and paintings packed tightly together on the limited wall space. Soft guitar music drifted through under the buzz of chattering customers who'd arrived for their morning coffee. You could smell the coffee brewing behind the counter, the scent mixing with the sweeter one wafting from the ovens behind a swinging door.

"C'mon." You yelped in surprise as Philip's arm found its way around your waist, and he shot you an amused glance. You let him lead you forward, though, fighting the heat that began to rise in the back of your neck.

You neared the back of the store together, your gaze still wandering around the adorable coffee shop as you walked, and as the woman behind the counter caught sight of you, her eyes lit up in recognition.

"Philip!" She dropped the rag she'd been wiping her hands with onto the counter, rushing out from behind it to greet him as his arm came back around from your waist, instead pulling her into a tight embrace. You sighed internally as his warmth left your side.

"Hey, Aunt Maria," he said, grinning as he pulled back from the hug. "How've you been?"

"Worse without you," she scolded, whacking his chest lightly. "It's been what, four years since you've been home? Felt like an eternity."

He laughed, eyes still shining as he spoke to her. "Yeah, it's been too long. I've just been so busy."

Maria scoffed and promptly turned her attention to you, clearly not caring for any excuses for Philip's absence. "And who is this?"

“I’m Y/N,” you started, your smile unsure. At this, Philip also turned his gaze back to where you stood, grin growing on his face. “His girlfriend.”

Her face lit up again at this, immediately pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace. "Oh, you're the pretty thing I've been hearing about from Philip's parents for so long? It's so great to meet you."

You laughed as she finally pulled away, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "I guess that must be me, unless there's another woman, hm?" You raised an eyebrow at Philip, grinning, and he just rolled his eyes. "It's good to meet you too, though."

Philip rested a hand on Maria's shoulder as she released your forearms, an affectionate look in his eyes as he glanced down at her. "Aunt Maria's an old family friend, Y/N. Pops helped her out of a tough spot when I was younger, and we’ve forced her to stick around with us ever since."

She smiled, putting a hand on his as she looked over at you. "I owe the Hamiltons big. They really changed my life a while back, helped me get away from my ex-husband, start a new life on my own. Can't thank them enough, honestly."

Philip rolled his eyes at that, giving a dramatic huff. "You owe us nothing. You’re all we need."

"Then stop spending so much time in the city!" she lectured him, giving a shell of a glare, and he laughed.

"I'll keep it in mind."

She glanced back at the counter over her shoulder, where her employees were still diligently taking orders, making coffee. "Anyway, I've gotta get back to work, but can I get you two a cup of coffee? Donuts? Crêpes?"

Philip looked at you as he came back around, pulled you softly to his side with an arm around your waist and a raised eyebrow. You gave Maria a warm smile.

"Just a coffee would be great."

"Same for me, then," Philip added, and Maria winked at the two of you as she made her way back to the counter.

"Two coffees coming right up for the happy couple. Feel free to have a seat anywhere," she called to you over her shoulder, and you grinned.

"Wanna sit down?" Philip asked, and you pursed your lips, pinching the hand that was squeezing your waist. He yelped, withdrew his arm from you with a wince, and you nodded and gave an easy smile.

"Let's go by the window."

He rolled his eyes as he followed you. You slid comfortably into one of the smooth wooden seats, glancing out at the sunny morning before you, and he sat across, an eyebrow raised.

"So, what do you think of my hometown so far?"

You looked back at him wearing a soft, mischievous smile and cocked an eyebrow at him. "You really wanna know?"

He fixed his stare on yours, and your grin grew (though you tried to suppress it). "Yeah."

"It'd be better without you here."

He scoffed loudly at that, turning his head from where he had sat facing you, his grin near indistinguishable in his indignant expression, and you couldn't suppress your full-bodied laugh at his reaction.

"C'mon, really?" While he tried to maintain his scowl, turning back to you had his smile widening at your repressed giggles. He fixed a glare over his gaze as you tried to swallow your grin. "God damn, I ask you a legitimate question, and you can't resist ripping on me?"

"It was just too easy!" you defended, brushing your hair away from your face as you looked sheepishly back at where he sat, shaking his head. "Honestly, though?"

"I dunno, am I gonna get an honest answer?"

You knew very well his skeptical expression was well-earned, and you grinned, rolling your eyes as you defended yourself. "Yes!"

He shrugged, motioning to the space between you, a silent go-ahead. You sighed.

"It's really nice." You glanced around the coffee shop as you spoke, your eyes ultimately finding his again, though now a dreamy look was painted across your features. "It's... homey."

"'Homey'?" he repeated your answer with a breathy laugh, and you rolled your eyes, playfully shoving the arm he had resting on the table.

"See, this is why I don't take your questions seriously, Hamilton," you scowled, feeling your face begin to grow hot at his reaction. "Give you an answer and you just make fun of me."

He chuckled as he reached for your hands, still resting on the table as the heat did not subside from the back of your neck. He took them in his, enveloping them as he gave you a simper. "Aw, c'mon, I'm not trying to tease you." His simper turned to a mocking pout, and you scoffed, rolled your eyes.

"Oh, whatever, Hamilton." You didn't pull your hands out of his grasp, though, refusing out of sheer spite to meet his eyes.

"I'm not kidding!" he defended himself, and you could see out of the corner of your eye the grin return to his face, seemingly entertained by your reaction. You were a bit preoccupied, though, with inhibiting the blush from your cheeks as you couldn't seem to focus on anything other than, God, how warm his hands were. You were painstakingly aware of every time they shifted against yours.

"'M glad you feel at home in my old town." Your annoyed gaze was still fixed on the table before you as you heard him let out a sigh, dropping his face to break your line of vision. "Princess?"

"Don't call me that, Hamilton."

He deadpanned. "Y/N."

You met his eyes with an expectant look, and for a moment, you just held his stare, almost didn't notice when your breath caught as the corners of his lips quirked upward. You frowned.

His grin only grew at your adverse reaction, breath coming out in a puff of laughter. He shook his head, tongue in cheek. "Loosen up."

The way he squeezed your hands reminded you how close the proximity between the two of you was. You could feel your heart jump in your chest. When his thumb smoothed over your knuckle, you felt suddenly very self-conscious about how sweaty your hands were.

You took a deep breath, feeling unable to hold his gaze any longer, looking out the window beside you. Thankfully, Maria chose that exact moment to arrive with your drinks.

"Two black coffees, right up!" You froze when you met her beaming expression, flinching as you almost tried to yank your hands from Philip's, feeling like a deer in headlights. He squeezed your hands softly, his expression concerned at how panicked you looked. You plastered on a smile, reminding yourself as your face heated up that you were there as his girlfriend, this was supposed to be normal, it was expected. What made you uncomfortable was exactly how normal it felt.

"Thanks, Maria." You withdrew your hands with a smile to take your coffee from her. You ignored her raised eyebrow, her pleased half-smile.

"You sure there's nothing else I can get you?" The maternal look in her eyes turned playful as she folded her arms. "Anything else to drink? Some lunch?" Her eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch. "Some privacy?"

You choked on the long sip of coffee you'd been taking, trying to catch your breath as Philip just laughed. You set the mug down as you coughed into the back of your hand, trying to stifle it.

"I think this'll be all for now," he said, "We probably aren't gonna loiter too much longer, don't worry."

Maria gave him a warm smile, a smile you only caught a glimpse of as you emerged from your coughing fit. (You also caught a glimpse of Philip suppressing a laugh at you, and made a mental note to chew him out for it later on.)

"You know you could spend forever here and I wouldn't mind."

"I know." You couldn't help but notice that his smile in return didn't quite meet his eyes; something melancholy lay behind them as well.

As she pursed her lips, you thought her expression looked quite a bit like your mother's when you left for college, almost tearing up, but holding it together for you. "Well, let me know before you all leave," she said softly, "You know I don't see enough of you around here as is."

"I know. We'll see you tomorrow, though? At the reunion?"

"Wouldn't miss it." The quiet sadness in her eyes disappeared as quickly as it came, and she reached down to squeeze your shoulder affectionately. "Looking forward to seeing the both of you there." Her wink before she turned away was blatant. You couldn't help your soft smile.

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"So, when do I get to meet the rest of your family?" He'd taken you out through the middle of town, refusing to let on to your destination. It was a nice day out, luckily for you, but you still weren't fond of having to reach all your destinations on foot -- if you'd wanted a walking tour, you'd have asked.

He shrugged, hands in his pockets as he walked alongside you down the sidewalk, appreciating the lush greenery that lined the streets, and your gaze rested on his faraway expression as you raised an eyebrow.

"Dunno. Whenever my siblings get home. Angie'll be coming in before they all get outta school, so she might even be there when we get back, but the rest of them have classes for a few more hours."

"'The rest of them'? How many siblings do you have, Hamilton?"

"Just six."

"Six?!" you repeated, eyes wide, and he just nodded.

"Yeah. The youngest is four, that's Eliza, and I'm the oldest."

"How old are the others?"

He pursed his lips, as though deep in thought, and you really couldn't imagine having to strain to remember a sibling's age. "There's William, at seven, then John, who's eleven, James is fifteen and Alex is seventeen -- they're the ones in high school right now -- and then there's Angelica, who's nineteen."

You couldn't help but let out a low whistle at that. "Sounds exhausting for your parents."

"Really. I was the easy child, and it was all downhill from there." He grinned, and you rolled your eyes.

"You were the easy child? Tell me why I find that hard to believe." Your challenging tone just made him shrug.

"Dunno, princess. I've just always been so responsible that my parents had an easy time with me."

"And at what point did you lose the responsibility trait?"

"I mean, when I found out I could pawn off all my responsibilities onto you..." He trailed off with a grin, laughing when he saw your glare. "Aw, c'mon, I'm just kidding."

"What, about being responsible? Or about pawning your responsibilities off on me?" You raised a skeptical eyebrow as he shrugged. "Because we both know it's not the latter."

"Hey, let's not forget that you're here because you didn't wanna take on a responsibility."

"A responsibility you pawned off on me!" You scoffed, and his amused smile only grew, hands stuffed in his pockets as you walked alongside him.

"Why must you be so focused on pointing fingers, Y/N?"

"I'm not pointing fingers, you just--"

"We're here." You skidded to a halt as he cut off your rant at it's beginning, too absorbed in your argument (despite how obviously he was baiting you) to have realized he stopped walking. You raised an eyebrow, turning to face exactly what he was looking at, and while he began walking in without a second thought, you paused a moment, taking it in.

What stood before you was the oldest building you'd seen so far in town, its structure essentially in ruins, ivy crawling up the eroding brick, moss running down it. The only thing that tipped you off to the fact that you weren't being lead to a remote location where no one could hear your screams was a small metal sign above a descending staircase, a single light above the path. By the time the full sight had processed, Philip had since reached the staircase and was watching your reaction with an eyebrow raised, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"You coming?"

You exhaled. "See, I'm not trying to make any accusations, but all I'm saying is that if I were to murder someone in this town, this would be the place for it."

You followed him, though, as he grinned at your hesitance, and what you found at the bottom of the staircase was far from what you'd expected. You entered behind Philip into a sleek but old-fashioned bar, somehow teetering on the line between an antiquated tavern and a nightclub. Your eyes were wide as you scanned the place, empty at the moment, save one person standing behind the bar, wiping down glasses. The chairs were up on the tables, the televisions were shut down -- you assumed Philip hadn't brought you there for drinks, but instead for the handsome stranger who had just caught Philip's eye with a growing grin.

"Philip Hamilton?" he called out the moment the door shut behind us, his disbelieving smile echoed in Philip's reaction. "Never thought I'd see the day. Thought you'd abandoned us all for city living by now."

Philip let out a huff of laughter as he reached the counter, pulling the man in for a hug over the bar. "Whatever, man. I don't wanna hear it." He pulled back with a skeptical look in his eye, holding him by the forearms. "It's been two years since I've been home, but I've never gone three damn months without seeing you since college."

"Touché. It's good to have you back." With that, though, the man's gaze flickered over to you, eyeing your form with an eyebrow raised, a small but triumphant smile. "But you've still managed to keep your lady from me ever since you and her got together. Afraid I was gonna steal her?"

"More afraid she'd meet my friends and immediately run for the hills," Philip snorted, causing the other man to shove him lightly from across the counter.

"Anyway, I take it you're Y/N?" He seemed to be ignoring Philip's jab at him in favor of redirecting the conversation from him.

"That'd be me," you said as you went to join Philip, smile wary and your hands tucked in your pockets.

When you reached the bar, he narrowed his eyes, leaning down to eye you skeptically. "Tell me, how much is Philip paying you? Hm?" Your eyebrows shot up, and he continued, "I mean, we both know he has the money to be battin' above his league, but I didn't think he'd be willing to fork over that much just for a weekend."

While his manner had you hesitant at first, his words made you laugh. If this was what Philip's friends were like, the weekend might go by quicker than you'd expected.

"This is actually pro bono," you sighed, raising your eyebrows as though you were confiding in him. "I've always been a bit of a philanthropist, so I took pity and decided to help out the less fortunate--" You gave Philip a pointed look, though he just rolled his eyes. His entertained smile betrayed his feigned annoyance. "--for a few days."

"You really are a saint."

"I consider myself more of a martyr." While his friend laughed, Philip raised an eyebrow at you, expression toeing the line between amused and exasperated. You extended your hand. "It's great to meet you, though, um..."

"Georges Lafayette," he supplied, shaking your hand. "I'm an old friend."

"Ahh, so that's you," you folded your arms, smile growing. You stole a glance to your right, and Philip was busy feigning shock that you'd actually listened to his friends-and-family crash course. When he met your gaze, you rolled your eyes. "Philip speaks fondly of you, regardless of how he may speak to you." There was a teasing lilt to the tail end of your sentence, and while Philip scoffed, Georges cracked a grin.

"Hope he's been doing me justice." He sent you a wink as he went back to wiping down the rims of the glasses that sat before him, pulling them from the dishwasher and shelving them. "Knowing him, I'm betting it's nothing compared to how he talks about you, though. Ever since you joined his office, it's been nonstop."

"Oh, really?" You raised an eyebrow at Philip, but he didn't meet your eyes as he took a seat next to you at the bar.

"You'd better bet. You've become something of a household name these past few years."

"Should that worry me?" you teased, electing to sit as well. You hopped up onto the barstool.

"Not this time." He chuckled, nudging Philip where he sat, leaning forward on the bar. "Worried me at the start of the whole thing. I figured he'd immediately fucked this up." He motioned between the two of you. "By the time you got together, I'd already found him three eligible rebounds."

"Aww, babe." You plastered on a teasingly contrived pout, turning to rest a hand on Philip's knee, meeting his unimpressed gaze. "Maybe if you hadn't spent three years pawning your responsibilities off on me, I would've been more receptive to your total lack of tact."

Georges laughed, and you grinned unabashedly as Philip let out a huff devoid of annoyance. "Oh, c'mon; let's not pretend I was the tactless one." The corner of his lips twitched as you raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"Really, now, be honest." You hadn't the slightest clue where this was going, and Philip looked increasingly satisfied with your expression. "You were the one always yelling at me for leaving early, chewing me out for showing up late, finding excuses to come talk to me--"

"We work together," you interjected, unimpressed. Your words didn't seem to hinder his monologue.

"Now that I think about it, is that why you always looked so agitated when Theo came around?" He raised an eyebrow, looking thoroughly pleased, and you ignored the heat creeping up the back of your neck. You chalked it up to annoyance. “I’ve gotta say, jealousy actually is a good look on you.”

"Whatever," you scoffed. "I had to come to talk to you about the projects I was working on because they were the ones you pawned off onto me. And you know Theo has been obnoxious since day one."

He laughed, disregarding your vexation. "I mean, yeah, but she brings me coffee."

You narrowed your eyes, genuinely in disbelief. "Is the fact that you're just using her for coffee supposed to make me feel better?"

"Of course." He shrugged, as though it was obvious, and you caught Georges's amused expression out of the corner of your eye. Philip winked. "You know I've only got eyes for you, princess." You groaned, turning away from him in your chair, not wanting to look at the satisfaction you caught dancing in his eyes. You didn't like how consoled you felt.

You turned to Georges, deadpan. "Has he always been this unbearable? Or did that develop after the manipulative streak kicked in?"

"In our Philip? What manipulative streak?" He furrowed his brow in contrived disbelief. The two men shared a look, their smiles mirroring one another. "But if you wanna know if he's always been this tactful, then for sure."

It appeared Georges had decided to take Philip's side on this one. You groaned internally. "Don't you start now!"

"Sorry, Y/N, Philip claimed my loyalty years ago. You're on your own."

You pinned the pair of them with an accusatory stare, a smile playing on your lips nonetheless. You didn't love that it was turned against you, but you couldn't help but find their rapport entertaining. "You two are insufferable, you know that?"

"We've heard." Georges shrugged.

"Usually from each other," Philip chimed in.

"Or your siblings." Georges glanced at Philip. Neither of them was addressing you anymore.

"Or your ladies," Philip shot back, "Usually your exes by the time we heard it."

"We were always a little hard of hearing, huh?"

"Always. Think we heard that one from Emilie, though." Philip raised his eyebrows, gaze playful. You could only assume that was one of Georges's exes. He huffed.

"You leave my wife outta this!" Indignant was the only word you could use to describe his expression, and Philip snickered as he ducked away from the rag Georges had tried to hit him with.

"You're still lucky she took you back after that."

"She loved me too much not to." He looked smug with that, but his voice had softened. "Anyway, it's your girl we're talking about this time, so you'd better tread carefully. Right, Y/N?" He looked over at you, an eyebrow raised, obviously expecting you to jump on the chance to tease Philip. You folded your arms.

"Oh, so now you're on my side?"

Philip grinned, obviously pleased with your response, whereas Georges groaned. "Hey, I'm tryna balance the scales back out, alright? Didn't wanna let Philip get too cocky, but it looks like you let that one happen anyway."

"Don't you blame me!" You jabbed your finger at him, eyes narrowed. "You took his side first; I didn't take his side at all!"

"Sure seems like you're on his side now." Georges raised his eyebrows at Philip, who looked positively smug.

"I'm against you now. This isn't about him."

He laughed. "Tough. Looks like your girl's already cutting you out, Pip."

Philip's face fell as he grumbled, "Don't call me--"

"You call him Pip?" You hoped your expression came off as endeared. Blatantly finding ways to antagonize him didn't seem like it would've fit your role. "That's adorable!"

"Y/N." His tone was warning. Your grin didn't falter.

"Oh, can I steal that?"

"All yours."

You let out a soft aww, a hand held to your heart, and put your other hand on Georges's forearm. "I can't thank you enough."

Philip stood with a huff, seemingly having had enough of you two. You raised an eyebrow -- were you leaving already? "I'm gonna run to the bathroom," he said, annoyed gaze never breaking from Georges's. "Don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone."

"I dunno, Pip; I was never the responsible one." Georges shrugged innocently, and Philip couldn't seem to help his amusement at his antics. "Do my best, though."

"Can't thank you enough," Philip mocked you to Georges as he turned, walking off toward the back.

Georges called after him, "You're welcome!"

Philip didn't respond, but Georges seemed more amused given that. He turned to you with a grin, leaning on the bar.

"So, Y/N." You raised an eyebrow. "I need to hear more about you; Philip's been holding out on us all these years. Took the entire family to even convince him to bring you home to meet us."

"Then I guess I shouldn't mention how long it took him to convince me to come here, huh?" The words were truer than he knew; however, he interpreted them very differently from the truth. You raised a playful eyebrow, and he laughed.

"That's tough."

"You asked."

"Sort of," he corrected you, brow furrowed, and you grinned.

"No, but really," you started, deciding to actually explain yourself. "We've just been busy, couldn't find a time to get down here together."

"Oh yeah? Been getting a little too busy down in NYC?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and you rolled your eyes with a huff.

"You know I didn't mean it like that!" You swatted at his arm, coaxing a laugh from him. "Our schedules just didn't line up. We never had the same weeks or weekends free to get out of the city."

"So this is your first time traveling together?"

"Guess so."

"Try not to kill him before the weekend's up." He winked. You kept quiet; Georges didn't need to know quite how high the odds of that happening really were. "But really, enough about him. Where are you from? Where'd you go to school? When are you and Philip getting married?"

You ignored the last question altogether, knowing that reacting to it one way or another would only encourage him. "I'm from the west coast. I was born just outside of LA, moved later on to Chicago, and then came to New York City for college."

"Yeah? What made you choose NYC?"

"My ex, actually."

"Oh, really?" He looked surprised at that tidbit of information, and you tried to just shrug it off. "Must've been pretty serious then, huh?"

"It was." He noticed how quiet you went at that, and he didn't press the point, deciding instead to change the subject.

"So Philip must've been a pretty good rebound?" He nudged you, wiggling his eyebrows, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"He..." You paused, considering how you were supposed to respond to that. "He's definitely exceeded expectations, to be perfectly honest."

"Hmm, I dunno how good that sounds, Y/N." He raised a skeptical eyebrow, small smile playing at his lips. "How low, exactly, were your expectations?"

You pursed your lips, but your amusement betrayed you. You hadn't expected to be called out on the truth behind your statement. Your gaze dropped to the bar before you, and you drummed your fingers on the varnished wood. You shrugged. "Not that low."

He let out a snort of laughter. "What an absolutely glowing review. I'll be sure to let him know."

"Hey, don't you betray me like this!"

"I've made it clear where my loyalties lie." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "In all seriousness, though, why were your expectations so low?"

Again, you were unsure of how much to reveal. "Let's just say that Philip isn't much for first impressions."

"Really?" His surprise appeared genuine, before he tilted his head to the side, considering it, and shrugged. "I guess, with you, that shouldn't surprise me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You folded your arms, needing more information before you could decide whether you were offended. He saw your furrowed brow and grinned.

"I don't mean that as a bad thing. Honest." He paused, considering himself, and you raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. He leaned onto the bar, and he spoke matter-of-factly, beginning to explain. "So, Philip's always been good with people. And he's definitely never had any problems with girls. He was in and out of casual relationships all through high school and college just for the hell of it."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Really?" The disbelief in your voice was blatant, and he cracked a smile.

"Yeah, he actually did have some tact, once upon a time. Was a charming kid; I never could figure out how he did it." He shook his head, amusement in his eyes. "But... well, when something matters to him -- or someone -- he goes looking for advice, and everyone else's input just ends up shaking him up. Think I mighta given him advice about you once or twice, so I guess you have me to thank for that."

For a moment, you were stunned. You swallowed, trying not to get too caught up in your head with the information he’d shared, but given its nature, it was hard not to overthink. You tried to match his lighthearted expression. "And what advice would you have given him?"

"Well, five years ago..." He squinted ever-so-slightly as he considered your question. A silent laugh slowly etched itself into his features. "Y'know what, it doesn't matter. Just trust me when I tell you, it was bad advice."

"Georges!"

"Seriously, you don't wanna know." You glared at him, leaning onto the bar where you sat. "I'm sorry to leave you hangin', but I promise, telling you helps no one."

You huffed as you slumped back in your seat. "Are you that bad at relationship advice?"

"Worse than what you're imagining," he assured you, and you shook your head, exasperated.

"How in the world are you married?" The question was a joke, but despite his chuckle, his answer wasn't.

"I think some things are just meant to happen." You raised an eyebrow. He shrugged, wearing a small smile. "Seriously, I was an absolute fool in college -- and I mean that -- but no matter how many times I fucked up with Emilie, she always ended up back in my life. It was usually just coincidence. We were taking the same classes; we had the same advisor; we were on the same subway through town; our dorm rooms were right across from each other.

"And honestly? She kinda hated me at some point, but we kept being thrown together, and we got to know each other pretty well. Call me crazy, but it felt like fate." The distant look in his eyes shifted to something akin to entertainment, after that. "Similar thing happened with Philip, actually."

"Really? When?" You were genuinely invested by that point.

"Junior year of high school." He nodded to himself, thinking back with a grin. "Yeah, that was a hell of a time. Like, one week in, Philip and I had this huge fight. Don't even remember what it was about, but it had us really heated."

"Honestly, I can't imagine you two fighting," you said, and he gave a shrug, his smile agreeable.

"Nah, not anymore, not like that, but we were teenagers," he said, as though that entirely explained it. "But I was only supposed to have one class with him that year, so he tried to switch out of it to get away from me. They ended up having to remake his schedule so he was in every other class with me. Poor kid couldn't escape it, but if it wasn't for some underpaid high-school administrator, we probably wouldn't be friends."

"Sounds like you have a lot of luck," you said, and he grinned.

"That's just it, though." He pinned you with a thoughtful look. "Was it luck, or was it just meant to turn out that way?"

You considered it for a moment. His stories did sound like the longest odds imaginable, but when you thought about your own life, you couldn't help but hope he was delusional. You'd had more than your fair share of bad luck in your life, and once upon a time, it had driven away almost everything you cared about. You didn't like to think that your misery could just have been some cruel twist of fate.

You opened your mouth to respond, uncertain, but Philip had apparently chosen that moment to re-emerge, inadvertently cutting you off.

"Speak of the devil!" Georges called out, his grin wide, and Philip eyed you both skeptically.

"You two are still talking about me?"

Georges glanced at you, and you told him, "I'm hearing all about your high school years."

Philip groaned. "Oh, c'mon man, what are you telling her?"

"We just covered your junior-year mullet and your fez-wearing phase," he informed him, meeting your eyes with a playful smile. "I was just about to fill her in on when you joined the bowling team in our senior year, but--"

"Alright, that's enough outta you." Georges shot you a conspiratory wink as Philip cut him off, though neither you nor Philip could hide your amusement. He, however, tried to play it off as annoyance. "Sounds like we're gonna need to get out of here before you get to the highlights of college."

"Aw, but Pip, I'm learning so much," you pouted, and he looked mildly exasperated as he met your eyes.

"That's what concerns me." Georges laughed while you groaned, and Philip's smile reappeared as he took a seat to your right.

"Then just wait'll I tell her about middle school."

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The rest of your evening was a whirlwind. Having grown up with only an older brother, you hadn't realized quite how many six siblings were -- that changed quickly. You really couldn't believe Angelica had managed to grow up with five brothers without losing her mind. Family dinner stretched on into the night, chaotic to the brink of your comfort zone. You found yourself enjoying it much more than you'd expected to, however. The Hamiltons were as lively as they were numerous, and you couldn't help but laugh along.

"But you were the one who got the room alone!" It took an hour or two, but you'd gotten Philip's siblings' names down. That was James, the younger high-schooler, yelling across the table at Angelica, who made a face.

"I was a seventeen-year-old girl! I couldn't keep sharing a room with my younger brothers!" she shot back, "You scared away three of my boyfriends! Three!"

"You never had to bring them up to our room, but you wanted some alone time with them." It was John, the eleven-year-old, who chimed in this time, making kissy sounds at Angelica who just mocked him.

"I had a right to some privacy!" she shot back. You didn't remember how they'd wandered down this line of discussion, but it seemed to be an impassioned one. Alex Jr. scoffed loudly.

"Hey, I'm seventeen, and I don't have my own room," he interjected, glaring down the table at their dad. "This is a double standard!"

"We have a toddler in the house; grow up," Alex Sr. sighed, which only seemed to further upset Alex Jr.

"Hey, William was Eliza's age when Ang was my age! That's not fair!"

"It doesn't matter; you aren't getting any girls anyway." The sneer came from John.

"Hey, I'm getting plenty--"

"Oh, yeah? Where are they?"

"I haven't brought them home because you can't seem to--"

"Boys! Relax!" Eliza did her best to quell the growing argument, but it seemed to be to little avail. Alex put a hand on her shoulder with a suppressed laugh as she huffed, clearly exasperated.

"Don't make this about me! I'm an incredible roommate!"

"Have you seen our bathroom lately?"

"Come on," Angelica groaned, her annoyance getting lost in the growing cacophony. John was shouting now, leaning over the table at his brother, and you jumped in your seat when James yelled back, deciding it was now his place to join the conversation.

You didn't realize you had grabbed Philip's forearm in your startled fit until he broke your train of thought.

"Alright, princess?"

Your head whipped toward him, surprised to see him leaning in to talk to you, and he looked thoroughly amused by your reaction. You released his arm from your grasp, giving him a sheepish smile. "Your family really is something."

"Believe me now that I was the easy child?" he asked, and you let out a snort of laughter, gaze falling back to his family.

"There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that you were like this ten years ago."

"Hurtful," he scoffed, mocking offense, and you just shrugged, smile growing.

"They had to learn it somewhere."

"It was all Angelica."

"I'm sure."

The woman in question broke the wall of noise at almost exactly that moment, raising her head from her hands. "This is exactly why I needed my own room!" That just turned the younger boys into a united front against her, and she looked to Philip with a sigh. "I'm starting to understand why you waited so long to bring Y/N home."

"No idea what you could be referring to. They're so charismatic!" Philip shrugged, plastering on over-exaggerated confusion, seemingly just to get a rise out of his sister. She rolled her eyes with a groan; it appeared to be working. She turned to you.

"Please don't run for the hills just because our younger brothers are absolute monsters," she said, gaze pleading as she reached for your hand. You smiled, amused despite yourself. "We really need some sanity in this family. I can't take family dinners being just me with six boys."

"Aw, Angie, are you saying I'm not one of the absolute monsters?" Philip interjected with a pout. "I'm touched, really."

You and Angelica both rolled your eyes at his antics. It was then that you decided you liked her.

You leaned over the table toward where her hand was desperately clutching yours. "You've got me for the rest of the weekend, but I'm not sure I can promise more."

She groaned exaggeratedly, and Philip nudged you lightly in the side, grinning mischievously. "What, don't you love my family so far?"

His words were teasing, but your soft smile as you looked back at the people surrounding him was anything but. "I do, actually."

When you met his eyes again, his gaze was softer, grin less pronounced. "Good."

The table had slowly grown quieter throughout your interaction, and it seemed you'd held Philip's gaze for just a moment too long, and you turned to see the entire family watching the two of you. You felt your face heat up, took a sip of your water. From then, there was silence, until a grinning William decided to break it.

He'd been quiet for the majority of the meal, so it surprised you when he turned to you, eyes shining. "So, Y/N," he addressed you, tone businesslike.

"I think we've spent enough time questioning Y/N already," Philip interjected before he could continue, resting a near-protective hand on your arm. You cast him a grateful look.

"C'mon, humor him," James said, his grin matching William's. "It's hardly eight; we have plenty of time."

"We started dinner at five." Philip sounded unamused.

"We haven't spent that whole time interrogating her," he defended, and Philip gave him a pointed look. James turned to you. "Right, Y/N?"

While you sighed playfully, playing up your exasperation, you really didn't mind it. You'd never had a family like this before. "I suppose not."

"Anyway," William interjected, looking as stern as a seven-year-old could. You pursed your lips, fighting back a laugh as you folded your hands and leaned toward him, mirroring his expression. "Y/N."

"William." You did your best to imitate his tone.

"When are you and Pip going to have a baby?"

Your eyes widened immediately, and your mouth fell open in shock, if only for a moment. Philip groaned beside you, leaning back in his chair, and you could hear his parents laughing at the end of the table. Some of his siblings looked exasperated; others waited eagerly for your answer.

"Well, um..." You trailed off as you glanced at Philip desperately, hoping he'd shut his family down so you didn't have to. He hadn't yet seemed to have recovered. Your face was burning as you tried to continue. "We aren't married, so not anytime soon, but--"

"When are you getting married?" William pressed, seemingly unaffected by everyone's reactions to his words. You leaned forward, had to take a sip of your drink to hide your surprised laugh.

"Sorry to say it, but right now, we don't know that we are getting married, so I'll have to get back to you on that question." You gave him an apologetic smile before you looked back at Philip, eyes wide. This was territory you didn't think you'd have to cover. He just shook his head and mouthed, 'I'm sorry.' He appeared wholly exhausted.

"Surely you've talked about it before, though, haven't you?" It was the older Alex who chimed in that time, hesitant. Eliza gave him a look. "I mean, getting married, having kids and all that. You've been together for two years; you must have considered it at some point."

"Pops," Philip said through gritted teeth, the word carrying an unsaid warning.

"What? I'm just curious," he defended, despite Eliza swatting his shoulder. He raised his hands in mock surrender as he glanced at her, eyes wide. "If you haven't, it's fine. I don't mean to rush you kids into anything, but I just wanted to know."

By then, though she sighed, you could see Eliza looking at the two of you hopefully. The whole table fell silent, expecting an answer you didn't have. "It's just... not something we've taken into consideration at this point. We aren't really set on making decisions about that anytime soon."

"Do you want kids, though?" Angelica asked you, and Philip sighed. Like you, he'd hoped the topic would fall away after your weak explanation. You hesitated, not sure whether giving them a legitimate answer would only egg them on. Ultimately, you shrugged.

"I mean, personally? Yeah, probably at some point," you offered, playing nervously with the edge of your napkin. You didn't want to look at Philip. "The whole 'settling down and starting a family' thing is something I've kind of always pictured"

"Is it more appealing now that you see how great having a big family is for us?" Alex Jr. asked, words saturated with sarcasm. You laughed as he grinned exaggeratedly, gesturing to everyone down the table.

"I know you're joking and all, but I really wouldn't mind this being my day-by-day."

"Really?" Philip chose that moment to finally interject, an eyebrow raised, and you nodded, feeling suddenly defensive.

"I mean, yeah." You shrugged, shoulders tense. "What, wouldn't you?"

"I would.” His lips quirked as he sat forward in his chair once again. “But, honestly, I didn’t think this was your style.”

"I'm not totally set on anything, but..." You didn't elaborate further. Confessing to him the future you wanted had you feeling uncomfortably vulnerable. His smile was soft as he faintly nodded, eyes crinkling at the corners.

There was a pregnant pause before Alex Sr. spoke.

"I guess now you've talked about it."

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Dinner ended much later than it needed to, and afterward, they just herded you into their living room. It seemed that now since they all had you in front of them, they were going to take advantage of the opportunity to ask you anything and everything about yourself and your love life (with a focus on Philip, of course). You did your best to field the seemingly endless barrage of questions, and though it took you a while, you finally figured out how to deflect the more uncomfortable ones onto Philip. It wasn't until you yawned -- rather loudly, too -- that the conversation reached any sort of stopping point.

"Tired, princess?" Philip wrapped an arm around your waist, lightly squeezing your side, and you sighed, not having enough energy to push back on the pet name.

"Little bit," you mumbled, a weary smile still adorning your lips. He chuckled, and you couldn't help but lean into his embrace, feeling more drained than anything, and rested your head on his shoulder.

"You two should head up and get some sleep," Eliza said. The look in her eyes as you met her gaze was affectionate. You didn't notice your smile growing.

"I second that. You look exhausted, Y/N," Alex added, looking to you and Philip sympathetically.

You chuckled at that, and you couldn't help the lazy sarcasm that leaked into your voice as you responded, "Thanks, Mr. Hamilton; glad to hear it."

"Alex," he corrected you, his smile kind. He didn't seem to take any offense at your tone; instead, amusement danced in his eyes, and you nodded, matching his expression.

"Alex."

You couldn't decide whether the warm feeling in your chest as you bid everyone goodnight, letting Philip lead you to the stairs, was the result of your fatigue, the merlot Eliza had offered you around seven (and then three more times in the hours that followed), or if it just came from being around his family. It had to be some combination of the three, but you had a sneaking suspicion it leaned mainly toward the latter.

The two of you walked in easy silence, you still reminiscing on everything that had happened that day, everyone you'd met, and you didn't notice Philip watching you as you hung onto the railing to your left. You weren't in any sort of headspace for vigilant observation. Instead, you were fixated fondly on his family. It was never an environment you'd been in, so rowdy and energetic, but tender and caring all the while. You'd been dreading this weekend -- seriously, you spent about an hour on the drive down drowning out Philip's soliloquy, spaced out and wondering whether it was too late to just turn around and dump him off on the side of the road. (Patsy wouldn't have even questioned it when you arrived home.) The past however-many-hours, though, almost since you'd just woken up, had you questioning a number of assumptions you'd made, and not just about the family reunion.

You stumbled over one of the last stairs as you lost yourself in your train of thought. Your eyes snapped wide open; your grip on the railing tightened. Just as you felt yourself beginning to tip backward, you found yourself in Philip's arms, his grip on your waist steadying you as he looked down at you, amused.

"You alright?" The air hadn't yet returned to your lungs; your pseudo-crisis must have begun and ended in under a second, and you stared up at him blankly. You blinked, just beginning to process your surroundings.

Catching your breath was more of a struggle than it should've been, however. All you could discern was the feeling of his fingertips pressing into your skin, the feeling of his breath on your neck as he looked down at you. You weren't even that close together, but clinging to his arms for what seemed like dear life had you feeling mildly defenseless. You couldn't miss the growing concern in his eyes.

"Yeah," you breathed as you realized you'd let the silence stretch on too long, long enough for Philip to question it. Being tired (and gravitating toward wine-tipsy) must have just heightened the panic in your system, must have slowed your reaction time. Another beat passed, and you finally pulled yourself upright, taking a deep breath as you continued up the last couple of stairs and down the hallway. Philip's concern didn't dissipate as he came up after you, but your mind was elsewhere.

You had to promise yourself to keep from drinking the next day, feeling exasperated with yourself as you couldn't seem to collect your thoughts. He caught up to you as you entered his room, and pulled the door shut behind him with an eyebrow raised. You didn't see him watching you, a silent question in his gaze, as you dragged yourself over to your suitcase.

You turned around after pulling your pajamas out and froze when you met his eyes. "What?"

He pursed his lips. "You sure you're okay?"

"Of course," you reassured him, giving a weary smile. "I'm just tired; don't worry."

You didn't let yourself ponder any longer, and though you could see your answer hadn't quite appeased him, you ignored it. The room was quiet as you both picked through your suitcases, brushed past each other entering and exiting the bathroom. You were both more than ready to get some sleep.

Just before you were about to climb into bed, you paused, unable to help your drifting gaze. Philip was still in the adjacent bathroom, brushing his teeth, and you glanced back at him. Considering the circumstances, briefly vetting his room felt like fair game.

Your eyes scanned the walls, noting the different posters he still had hung up, appearing to all be from different times in his life -- some were much more worn than others, and you couldn't imagine he'd been anxiously awaiting the new Scooby-Doo movie anytime recently. You wandered over to the desk, the corners of your mouth twitching up into a small smile as you noticed the books and pictures stacked high on the surface. Your fingertips brushed against one photo, and your gaze fell to it, seeing Philip and three other people all in party hats, their celebration frozen in time.

You could hear his footsteps stall behind you as you poked into his belongings, but it didn't discourage you.

"When's this from?" you asked, turning to him with the polaroid you'd uncovered. He chuckled as he walked over, plucking the picture from your hand.

"Eighteenth birthday party," he said, eyes crinkling at the corners as he eyed the photograph. He turned his gaze back to you with a small smile. "You're actually gonna meet all the people in this photo this weekend, assuming they all show up."

You raised an eyebrow, stifling a yawn as you took a seat on the perfectly made bed a few feet in front of him. "What, couldn't get anyone but family to celebrate your eighteenth with you?"

"Hardly." He hummed, ignoring the aim behind the insult. "My dad lost most of his family when he was young, though, so while you'll meet all of Mom's family this weekend, Pop's is all just his friends who he's adopted into the family, and then their families. These three are his friends' kids who I grew up with," he said, motioning again to the photograph.

"That's sweet," you said softly, pushing yourself further up the bed, hugging your knees to your chest.

"Hmm?"

"That your dad chose this entirely new family, I mean." He shrugged, walking over to join you on the bed.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, "Never really thought much of it, I guess." He paused, eyeing you with a raised eyebrow where you sat. "What's your family like? You don't talk about them much."

You pursed your lips. "Small."

"Yeah?" He took a seat next to you after pulling himself onto the bed. Your skin jumped as the outside of his thigh rested against yours, his hip less than an inch away, and you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. You nodded, swallowing hard as a soft smile grew on your lips.

"Just me, my parents and my brother."

"That's it?" He looked surprised at your explanation, and you just shrugged. "What about cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles?"

"Two aunts, no grandparents, no cousins."

"Really," he sighed, seemingly still in disbelief. A teasing grin worked its way onto his face as he elbowed you lightly. "So I won't be going to any family reunions in the L/N household anytime soon, then, huh?"

You laughed despite yourself. "Doesn't look like it. The closest we ever get is when my brother and I are together in NYC and Mom and Dad drive up to meet us for a couple days. Not much of a production."

"Sounds nice, though." His grin had grown by then as he looked over at you, leaning back to meet you where you sat. By then, he was sitting angled toward you with his legs crossed, reclining back on his hands. You shifted, and the hand behind you brushed against his. "Next time the L/Ns get together in New York, though, I'd better be invited. Quid pro quo, princess."

"Oh, of course," you replied jokingly, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Might be a little quieter than what you're used to, though."

He rolled his eyes. "At least you're letting me know ahead of time." You shifted to turn yourself toward him, again finding him only inches from you. He looked as surprised as you did, but neither of you moved, and he continued, tone light. "Speaking of, sorry for not warning you about how... chaotic my family gets. It's been a while since I've been with them all at once, and I forgot to consider that this isn't how everyone's families work."

You chuckled, your smile growing. "No, don't apologize. They're sweet."

"Not the word that comes to mind." He pursed his lips, looking down at you skeptically. You rolled your eyes, but he couldn't have missed the mirth in your expression. "Then again, considering that, it's no wonder you get along with them."

Your jaw dropped in mock outrage. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

He shrugged, feigning innocence despite his smirk. "Nothing much. Just that I'm glad you feel at home with my family."

You huffed out a laugh, pulling yourself up to jab a finger in his chest. "Now don't you dare even pretend that wasn't an insult!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." His grin didn't waver.

"Oh, don't play dumb," you scoffed. You both knew the fury in your voice was contrived, and his amusement seemed to grow. "We both know what you meant."

"Oh, yeah?" He pushed back on you, leaning in against your hand, an eyebrow raised. "What'd I mean, princess?"

"I said don't pretend," you warned him. He was looking increasingly smug the more indignant you became, and you narrowed your eyes.

"Who said I was?

"I'm not stupid." You raised your eyebrows.

"'Course not." He mocked your expression. "So you must already know I would never mean anything other than praise by that, huh?"

You rolled your eyes with a groan, having had about enough, despite the smile you were failing to stifle. He laughed, and you reached out to shove him away by the chest, but just as you did, he tried to grab your wrist, eyebrows raised.

He was too late.

As he grabbed your wrist, you couldn't pull back to where you were sitting, and your eyes widened as you lost your balance. Your momentum turned what would've hardly tipped him over into a much more forceful push, and you sent him falling backward, his legs unfolding as he tried to catch himself, with you, in turn, collapsing forward with a yelp. You ended up on top of him, one hand still held to his chest, the other beside his head, and you knelt straddling his waist. Both of you had wide eyes as you realized the position you were in, nose-to-nose, and your breath caught in the back of your throat.

He was the first to speak, eyes shining, his voice low. "Y'know, this wasn't quite what I had in mind when I asked you to come home with me for the weekend."

However, you were still stunned into silence, hyper-aware of any movement either of you made. You had to focus on your breathing in an effort to calm your pounding heart. (With your hand on his chest, you could tell you weren't the only one.)

You felt your hair brushing against your cheek as it fell forward, draped beside your head over Philip. It must have been subconscious when you found yourself leaning in further yet, must have been instinct based on the situation. Nonetheless, when you did, the side of your nose brushed against his, and you felt his heartbeat quicken, saw his eyes widen.

You paused when you must have been less than an inch above him.

"Y/N," he murmured, voice cautious as his free hand found its way up to your waist. You stalled, though, for another moment, shivering when you felt his breath fan across your lips. He was all but immobile beneath you, too apprehensive to make any move one way or another.

The anticipation in his eyes only heightened with each passing second.

It was then that you pushed yourself off of him, blinking hard, and you couldn't decide whether you had lost your nerve or regained your sense. You swallowed, took a deep breath. "Sorry, I... I didn't mean to, um--" You cut yourself off. What in the world were you thinking? The question arose in your mind desperately as you scrambled further back, further from him. Your face was burning. "I wasn't--"

"You're ok," he said softly, giving you a reassuring (yet, slightly worried) smile. You didn't meet his gaze. "It was a mistake." You were so lost in your own train of thought that you didn't notice when Philip finally stood, walked to the empty side of the bed to join you.

"We should get some sleep," he said, turning on the lamp beside him, and you nodded. The past few minutes had you spiraling. All his actions were hesitant; had you scared him? You didn't mean to end up in that position. He knew it was just a mishap, right? Did you know that it was?

He stood briefly to hit the light, and you crawled under one side of the covers. After a moment, he joined you. Neither of you knew quite what to say next.

"G'night, princess," he finally murmured, voice as wary as it was soft as you curled into the sheets, and he pulled them over himself alongside you. You closed your eyes in an effort to forget that you were still facing him, shifted over to give him space. Your calf brushed against his knee, but you didn't pull away.

When you heard the lamp turn off, you finally spoke again. "Night, Pip."

The room was completely silent after that, but neither of you was at rest. You lay with your eyes tightly shut, your thoughts running a mile a minute as you willed yourself to stop replaying one specific moment on a loop.

You didn't realize your brow was furrowed, but Philip did, watching you for just a moment longer with smiling eyes.

The bed was just a little bit warmer that night.

[danishmiilk]

Hii I’m Lin~ I’ve seen you on my dash for a while now and each time you get funnier and cooler- uH anyways- I wana tell you smthn 👀 UR FIC JOKES?? I READ IT LIKE SO LONG AGO- BEFORE I EVEN GOT MY TUMBLR AND I REMEMBER IT SO WELL- ITS ONE OF MY FAVOURITES- IM SO HAPPY I FOUND UR BLOG AGAIN AHH (I found it cuz of ur desc lmao- I think it’s from jokes? I kinda remember it-) AHH I CANT WAIT TO BINGE UR ENTIRE MASTERLIST oh and ur theme is absolutely chefs kiss 👌 andyourpfp?👌ohfuckimoutofspacebye

hey i finally got down to answering this HHAHAHAHA

damn right i’m funny and cool BUT MY QN IS HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN YOU AROUND BEFORE PLS

AND OH THANK YOU SO MUCH :((( JOKES WASNT MY BEST WORK BUT THANKS FOR ENJOYING IT IM SO GLAD (ok now read ddgf)

nah it wasn’t from jokes it was just

a thing

i think

OH THANKS BRO I LOBE THE THEME TOO UM

[autumnslance]

how do you get into roleplaying on a ff server? like how do you do it and how do you know if your character is lore compliant? ;A; pls youre a big inspo to me

*Hugs Nonny* Getting into RP on a FF server can vary; I don’t actually RP much these days, outside of some friends I already have connections to--and that in itself can be difficult just due to Life! It can take time, and patience, and some fits and starts.

And this gets...really really long, so buckle up and go below the cut, please. :)

The cut got broken by an edit. Sigh.

In game there’s always the RP status tag, and just doing RP with folks in public spaces. There may be trolls now and then, but they can be ignored. I personally find Balmung’s Quicksand area too busy and anxiety inducing and not actually all that conducive to actual RP, even “meet at a tavern” walk-up type. But unless you already have a ready-made group of friends/FCmates willing to RP more than some random walk-ups with you, it may take some legwork to find folks you can and want to write with.

Social Media There are a couple of RP community blogs, like @mooglemeet​ and @ffxiv-crystal-rp​  and plenty of server-specific ones. There’s also some Discords for these communities. They host and advertise events and reblog people who are looking for RP contacts. Some of them have running gdoc calendars and in game linkshells and fellowships as well.

Shofie has a good post about Tumblr/social media RP blogging.

@shofie-ffxiv

It’s a fact now that social media outside game is a way to make contacts, or even a medium for RP itself. There are few centralized websites/forums for server RP communities anymore. Making connections over your social media, like Tumblr and Twitter, can help find RP. You can’t just throw your own character info out there or reblog prompts hoping others bite, though; you have to put in some work and show interest in others, too. This can be difficult and even scary. That’s OK.

RP is about collaboration and creating with other people, which means finding folks you can write with, and who see you as someone interesting but also interested in them and their OCs. If you want to keep it a solo endeavor focused on your own OCs, write fanfic (which I’ve actually made friends and gotten RP interests that way too through comment interactions, so hey).

If you reblog a prompt from someone, see others on your dash reblogging prompts, if people reblog that prompt post from you? Send them asks! Alternatively, don’t wait for prompts, just send asks, comments, or chats saying hello and things you notice or like about their blog/character/posts they make. Try to form connections with people you think are genuinely interesting and might be fun to talk with. Social media should be, well, social.

BUT respect boundaries, too. Don’t try sarcasm or jokes with people you don’t actually know, it tends to go over poorly. Unless someone’s specifically posting a naughty meme/prompt, keep stuff you others send clean and polite, especially if it’s unsolicited and you’re not already friends (doubly so if you don’t know how old they are IRL, there are laws you do not want to break). Respect if people aren’t open to random asks or chatting with new followers, or say “no” to RP, and know it’s not personal--it’s just what they have time, energy, and emotional/mental capacity for. Don’t give up on other people, though. This stuff can take time and effort to find those you click with.

Respect and communication with RP partners is pretty key.

Do curate your feeds and don’t be afraid to unfollow/mute/block folks, either. I’m selective in who I follow and remove as needed, too, for my own mental health. I miss so much of the discourse and drama and that’s fine by me. Also it costs nothing to not step in on a lot of the drama when it does pass in sight.

Profiles I have static RP profile pages for my girls here on Tumblr (and a lot of other static links and pages, but I’m weird about organizing like that). This way, if people want to write with me, send me prompts, if I sent them prompts, or they want to otherwise interact with my characters, the information is handily available. For some folks, this makes all the difference in who they choose to interact with: how easily can they find even basic info about your OC?

Some people make Carrds. Some folks have gdoc links, or use Dreamwidth, etc. Just keep the links in the blog’s sidebar menu, and/or in the blog desc so people can see ‘em on mobile. There are templates out there, or you can make your own. Feel free to snag mine if you’d like. A lot of times people also copy their profiles to rebloggable posts when looking for RP contacts. Profiles are a good way to let folks know just the at-a-glance basics about your character(s).

I picked a simple theme with a simple layout that makes it easy to add and show off links. I put them in the blog desc to make them easy to find on mobile, too.

[Images: links from my blog sidebar menu showing how over organized I am]

RP, Stories, Lore Post some stories or RP logs (with permission of others involved) or even just random little blurbs and headcanons, as well as any screenshots, art, aesthetic posts for your OCs. Have something of interest to show for your character, too, so some of those folks your interacting with have something of their own to see and ask about!

If possible, try some light RP with friends and FC Mates who are amenable. Go to events, even if just to lurk at first. When you do get up the nerve to talk to people, don’t try to throw a character’s entire backstory at them, or try to steal the limelight--RP is collaboration, back and forth, and a lot like real conversation. Maybe come up with little light things to talk about if asked; a recent adventuring job, a silly shopping incident, etc. They can break the ice or just give you something to reply with for a few minutes.

Lore Compliance is Variable. Some people really want lore compliance, others are OK bending it here and there, while still others throw it out the window entirely. If you want to be super lore compliant...read. There’s a LOT of information, in game and out, for finding lore; from official publications and website material, to tools like Garland Tools site, to compilation blogs like @mirkemenagerie.

Note what’s important for your concept. Narrow it down. Characters aren’t going to know or be or do everything, so only worry about what’s necessary for the base idea. And be flexible; it’s SE’s sandbox, we just play in it, and they can change things any time. They usually do it in the guise of characters not knowing/having all the correct information, at least, but also some places just don’t exist in game yet so we don’t have info.

I’m unspecific about a lot of elements of Aeryn’s childhood, for instance, other than “traveling merchants near Thavnair.” I don’t have to be super specific. I can keep most details vague, and focus on her family and those relationships.

Dark, as my first character, has a fairly simple backstory that I’ve expanded on and adjusted over time as I learned and came up with new info. I also bet no one remembers I originally said Dark was from the North Shroud. I’ve changed things (now from East Shroud, due to the proximity to Gyr Abania and its Hellsguards) as I learned more about the world and my character. You don’t want to change things willy-nilly, but sometimes being flexible and smoothing down some rough edges and making small changes can be fine, especially as one gets more lore over time.

Iyna has a pretty detailed backstory, that came from a basic idea, and checking dates in the pre-Calamity timeline. I based her being taken and trained the way she was not only on what info we have about Garlemald’s imperial practices with conquered provinces, but borrowed a bit from real life and the re-education schools many Native Americans were forced into (though I haven’t gone into detail on that yet, either). I tied the turning point in Iyna’s life to a major event that wasn’t the Calamity, and have left plenty of space in between for me to fill in as time goes on and I learn more about her and the world.

The world isn’t static, and is bigger and more diverse than what can be shown in the game. There’s space in the margins for plenty of weird stuff and contradictions or unusual cases. So read up on what you can, ask questions, and then find where in those spaces your OC fits. Then, find people who enjoy similar tastes in lore compliance (or non-compliance), and who enjoy playing with you and your OCs, and not worrying about the rest. Can’t please everyone, nor get along with everyone, so don’t try; just find what works for you, and who works with you, and don’t police anyone else’s pretendy fun times, either.

There’s no magic answer on the “right” amount of lore compliance, or how to quickly and easily find RP partners or break into the broader RP community.

I hope this helps at least a little bit! Good luck in finding your niche for RP, and maybe I’ll see you sometime at an event :)

[peraltasames]

i’m with you, there’s nothing i can’t do

Desc: Six-drink Amy is scared of being alone. Jake really wants her to know that she’s not.

Anonymous: Can you do peraltiago for 14 please 👏🏻👏🏻 14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

Anonymous: Oh my god pls #32!! I love your writing so much!!! 32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Notes: set around the time shortly after 3x07. title from i’m with you - vance joy

Read on AO3

While a lot things change when Amy starts dating Jake, her stages of drunkenness remain largely the same. She’s still spacey, then loud. She still forces all of her friends to dance with her. She’s still a little bit of a perv after her fourth drink, though it’s much more targeted.

After one glass of wine, two shots of tequila and one beer, Amy locates Jake in the basement of Charles’ beach house and promptly pulls him into a bathroom for a mind-blowing eight minutes that he’s pretty sure their friends can hear from the next room and is sure they’ll never hear the end of at work next week.

After two more beers, Amy has disappeared from her spot on the couch (essentially on Jake’s lap, though nobody else is sober enough to care) and Jake is suddenly very uninterested in the conversation between his friends.

“‘Scuse me,” he mutters, passing his half-empty beer to Charles as he gets up and heads towards the stairs. Nobody’s in the living room or kitchen, so he heads towards their bedroom (a happy side effect of Jake and Amy’s new relationship is that by them sharing a room, nobody has to sleep on the floor or the couch).

He finds Amy the second he opens the door, though she isn’t already passed out on the bed like he suspected - she’s sitting on the floor at the foot of their bed, tears streaming down her face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jake closes the door and rushes over to her, kneeling down to reach her level. “Did something happen?”

“Don’t wanna be alone,” she murmurs, sinking further into the floor.

Jake recalls the events of last year’s trip, vaguely remembering a crying Amy lying on the floor much like this while Gina took care of her. Apparently, six-drink Amy hasn’t changed much either.

He shifts over and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “You’re not alone. I’m here now.”

“Don’t wanna be alone...again,” she mumbles into his shoulder.

It dawns on him that she means it in the grander sense, not just referring to the few minutes she’s been by herself in their big, luxurious room with a view of the ocean (Charles insisted they take the master bedroom). Many of her past relationships that he knows about have been colossal failures and this one, though it seems perfect right now, is still so new.

“Hey, I’m with you, okay?” he tells her, feeling an innate need to comfort her in every way he can, kissing her forehead. She’s still shaking in his arms, so he decides to add something to ease her worries, a word that she may not remember in the morning but one that he means with all of his heart: “Always.”

She looks up at him with wide eyes, her lip trembling. “A-always?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol or how beautiful she looks in the soft lighting of their bedroom, but the thought of spending forever with this woman is not the least bit daunting right now.

“Always,” he promises her again, wrapping his other arm around her to pull her into a tight hug. She grips the material of his t-shirt and closes her eyes.

He’s beginning to think that she’s fallen asleep when she speaks again, her words interrupting the blissful silence.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she slurs, squeezing him a bit tighter.

He hums in agreement, continuing to stroke her back gently.

“I-I think I’m in love with you,” she whispers, “and I’m terrified.”

Jake’s head spins with delirious joy at her first mention of the L word, finally confirming he’s not alone in this crazy, beautiful feeling that only Amy Santiago has ever really given him (he’d fallen in love before her, but never like this).

“I think I’m in love with you too,” he admits with no hesitation, “so there’s nothing to be scared of.”

She finally stops sniffling and thrusts her lips against his. It’s sloppy - she is super drunk - but he welcomes the kiss nonetheless, his hand cradling her face. The makeout session is cut short when Amy pulls away for a moment to smile at him and is snoring on his chest a second later. Jake, in a complete state of euphoria, could not care less. He doesn’t even care to go rejoin his friends now that Amy’s out for the night - he would much rather lay in bed with her until he falls asleep.

He picks her up with an amount of care that he reserves almost exclusively for his girlfriend - he gets to call her his freaking girlfriend now - and tucks her in under the thick duvet. He quickly pulls off his pants and climbs in next to her, inching closer until Amy sighs in her sleep and cuddles into him. In just two months, her body has grown accustomed to having something warm lying next to her, and he’s become more dependent than he’ll admit on her cuddling him to sleep.

Amy doesn’t seem to remember the conversation in the morning, and Jake thinks it might have just been a good dream, but when they wake up to the sounds of the ocean and walk downstairs hand-in-hand to seek coffee to alleviate their hangovers, there is a definite shift.

He doesn’t know exactly what the future holds for them yet, but he knows that he’s undeniably, without a doubt, with her for as long as she’ll have him (he hopes it’s always).

[childofapocrypha]

*gets one (1) follower and remembers i have this blog* hello friends i’m stars and i’m A Miraak looking 2 meet other TESkin, pls like/reblog if you are too ! my about n such can be found on my /read page 

(this is a sideblog, main blog is in my desc.!)

[studiojoonie]

⌜i write for bts, exo & exid mainly⌟

⌜ additionally: nct, b.a.p.(ot6), blackpink & some solo artists (e.g. dean)  ⌟

⟐ i write fanfics, self-insert texts & social media aus

⟐ i write for any gender. male, female and nonbinary readers are all welcome

⟐ this most definitely includes trans readers!!! srsly like anyone on the lgbt spectrum

⟐ i take text/snaps requests however, i do not take fanfiction requests.

⟐ you can check out my masterlist in my blog desc.

click on keep reading to see the guidelines for sending in a request!

! text request guidelines !

please specify what gender include if you want male reader (he/him), female reader (she/her) or gender neutral reader (they/them OR pronouns omitted).

if you don’t, i will make it gender neutral (without any gender specific nicknamesor anything lol)

start your request with a plus sign ‘+’

e.g. '+ hi shango! i want to request...'

you can be as specific as you want but i'll usually follow it loosely

things i won't accept

dd/lg/lb, bdsm shit unless it's like as a joke (daddy kink is on thin ice)obv

no pedophilia or incest

no twin readers pls

horny texts are OKAY but nothing too sexual. there are other blogs for that.

underaged idol / adult reader

sexual things for underaged idols

nothin about s-icide, r-pe, c/sa or any serious topics in the same line, i dont feel comfortable writing that

writing idols under 15 (international age)

when requesting

this is so then i can differentiate requests and actual asks!

remember!!

i don’t have to do your request! THAT BEING SAID: if i choose not to then i will reply to your request letting you know. this will rarely happen, however

please be paitient, normally i don’t do requests because of the #commitment so please just be paitient!

[angclhyunjin]

of light and verse | jaebum

desc: you literally end up falling for the boy who sits at the back of your uber hard lit class. college!jaebum litmajor!jaebum. all the fluff. just super fluffy

word count: 1.913

requested by: @jaebums-sunshine​ [Jaebum college au/domestic au fluff!]

note: i wrote this at lit 4am but ummm my love as a lit major was too cute to pass up

oh my god ok COLLEGE JAEBUM

setting my heart on fire at the thought of my lit nerd headcanon for him

lets get into it!

so its freshman year and ur walking into your first lit class, a bit intimidated bc its like,, a course no first year dared to touch but u just wanted a cool sounding course so bad u jumped at the opportunity

its GREEK MYTHOLOGY!! who wud not hello

and ur excited until the professor opens her mouth

and ur blown away by how,,,,,,, interesting and riveting the whole thing is but shit is it going to be this hard throughout??

the first few classes involves you frantically taking notes and trying to keep up w the impossible pace this class is going

but theres this BOY

he sits right at the end while ur in front so u could pass him off as uninterested,,, taking the course for extra creds??? wrong

this BOY quips in between the lecture with the most fascinating comments, connecting the odyssey to so many modern works, to poetry and to music

and ur like,,, who made u,,,, how r u like this

ur kind of annoyed by how smart this boy is

its not like you dont get wtf is happening here, but how can he get it and SO MUCH MORE

and tbh ur kind of jealous but u didnt hear that from me. also he has the softest voice that creeps up behind u and makes ur body stir

wait what

so u work super hard

and like super hard, u finish all ur readings and do ur own research

but u still feel like its not enough

like idk who u think u are, u start living at the library

cup of tea in hand and a book in the other, it sounds optimal but the stress is lowkey making you lose ur mind

ur looking for a book in the aisles, a VERY specific one on sappho’s fragmented poems

and FINALLY u see it............on the top most shelf

ur 5′4″ self is SCREAMING

and u could ask for help but help is for losers

so u make the very intelligent decision to climb the shelves what?? no ones looking

ur almost there when

a hand

reaches at the same time as urs

u almost scream for real this time, shutting ur eyes real tight, letting go of ur meager hold on the shelf and falling back

like u have accepted ur death at this point

until???? wait??? you feel two hands around you and suddenly you’re not falling

“my god, are you okay??” how tf do i know this voice

you open your eyes to be met with the softest brown eyes, framed by these wire glasses

oh

its him

of c o u r s e

u literally dont know what to say until he laughs a little at you (an adorable, light noise that fills you up)

“this is probably not one of your greatest moments” ur cheeks are on FIRE

suddenly he notices his arms are still around u and he hastily places u on ur useless jelly feet

“were you going for the book on sappho? i didn’t know anyone else here knew it existed”

you’re about to stammer out a reply, not really ready to explain to the lit prodigy that ur trying to be at least half as insightful as him but he

squints at u

“wait, aren’t you in my lit class?? you are, aren’t you?”

he REMEMBERS ur invisible ass??? ok??? what doesnt this boy notice?????

u finally find your tongue, stammering out a “y-yeah, i was planning out my paper and needed a second reference”

wow is he lowkey impressed he stares at u for a bit

ur now hyperaware of ur messy bun and glasses, the old t shirt you’d tucked into mom jeans feeling so inadequate in front of him in his stylishly messed up hair n button up,,, how could someone be this pretty at 4pm on a sunday

“honestly, me too. but its okay, you can have this” 

he barely needs to reach up to get this book and ur like, looking at his shoulders as he faces away from u for a split second and man is he built

“are you sure???” you let out in an almost whisper “don’t you need this?”

“nah its okay i read it over the summer already” o yes of course

“i’m jaebum by the way” he smiles at you and ur stomach JUMPs

“i’m y/n” you try, and then blurt out “and also really sorry for this i’m like,, dumb as hell-”

“its no issue, y/n” his voice is HONEY as it says your name and you can feel urself turning redder

“i’ll see you in class then” hes gone as quickly as he arrived and ur still in shock because what the fuck

did that really happen or did u doze off after a caffeine crash again???

so the next day in class u walk in, heading towards your seat when  ur eye catches jaebum’s

and he gives u the BIGGEST SMILE

WHAT AN ANGEL

ur blushing furiously and manage a quick smile back

and thru/o ur so distracted bc u swear u feel his eyes on the back of ur neck but ur also too scared to look bc WOW WHY IS THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY STARING AT ME

so at the end of the class ur throwing all ur books into ur mess of a backpack when u hear a voice 

“so did you end up finishing the book”

its god jaebum, beanie hiding his tousled hair and trademark glasses on his nose

“no i still have some stuff to cover but its fine!! you can have it u want-”

“no, no i was going to suggest we do the paper together?”

is this ,,,, really happening

“i mean, sure” WHY ARE U AGREEING WHY DO U WANT TO DIE

“okay great! i’ll meet you in the library at 4?”

“okay see you then!!” u squeak out and dash

wtf was that

this man did not need ur help, he is a lit GOD

but ur there at 4, a little thankful for the heads up bc u managed to put some semblance of makeup on urself

and he walks in and ur heart is on fire again bc hes so pretty and he’s also so excited to do lit, lit makes this boy

u slowly ease into conversations w him, sappho being taken over by more personal deets

ok first of all, this boy has 5 cats

5

he shows u pictures of all of them, names and all, like a mom showing off her children

ur heart is so so full of this endearing boy

you keep meeting thru the rest of the week

on tuesday, he asks you ur favorite color

on wednesday, he convinces u to tell him ur favorite memory

on thursday, you tell him how vanilla ice cream is everything to you but u cant stand strawberry

on friday, he asks u for ur number

on saturday, he randomly texts you 6 pictures of his cat sitting on two legs

on saturday, you realize u have fallen for the boy at the back of ur lit class

u dont know what to do

this boy is so so dumb at heart but can also recite all of shakespeare’s sonnets by heart

like hes the cutest idiot u have ever seen

and ur falling super hard for him

ur friendship goes strong for a while

gradually u blush less frequently and get comfortable w him, going over to his place at times

the first time u go (for lit probably) he opens the door and ur greeted w the smell of disaster

like really it smells super bad

and hes frantic and panicky bc “i didn’t know how hard cooking was the tomato sauce is all burnt what did i do”

poor perfect boi is bad at cooking???

even surrounded w smoke and in a dirty apron he looks ADORABLE

and ur laughing and taking the saucepan off the stove for him, throwing his failure out and suggesting u just get some chinese

and he agrees w a sigh and ur like ur so dumb

and no ur definitely not trying to think abt how he wanted to cook for u

when u call him over u make spaghetti

red sauce

“wow so ur really out here triggering me like this”

“is it my fault ur an idiot sandwich”

“w o w”

he probably pouted and u probably made fun of it tho ur heart was crying 

so it goes on like this for a while

and ur always wondering ‘does this boy even like me like that’ bc he out here giving u so many signals but never making the move

like ur ass is never sure if he’s into u or just being nice

bc lets face it - im jaebum is the definition of nice

and its honestly getting kind of annoying

like pls tell me if u like me my heart cant take it much longer

u guys are at his, doing ur readings

you glance to the side and see jaebum reading intently, eyes flying over the words, relaxed and so sweet, a ray of light from the window falling on him and making his eyes radiate a dark brown

you dont even notice how long you’ve been staring until u hear his voice

“hello what r u doing”

fuck

“nothing! just,,,, you looked really pretty with the light falling on ur face. no i mean, look!! like, you’re pretty”

OK

WHAT

did u JUST 

SAY THAT

"not that that means you’re not pretty at other times!! i mean,,, you’re pretty all the time and its honestly really crazy” WHY ARE U STILL TALKING

hes just.... staring at u in wonder

and ur lik e wow this is it, this is when the ground acc swallows me up and i die

when his face breaks into this beautiful smile

“you think i’m pretty?”

his voice is so soft and pure

u r, on the other hand, about to collapse from embarrassment

and just nod and its like the day in the library all over

and he’s still smiling when he says “y/n, i think you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen”

your stomach SWOOPS

IS THIS REAL LIFE

“i’ve wanted to say that for the longest time” he breathes and you notice just how close he is

“thats just,, i mean wow i didn’t know...” u manage to say

he leans in a little closer and his hands r burning a hole resting on ur thighs

the light is very brilliant as his head dips lower, breath on ur lips until he fills the gap between you

and im jaebum is kissing you

you barely remember to respond, but when you do, he leaves light kisses on ur lower lip, hand coming up to cup ur cheek 

ur entire body is on fire as he draws you closer, your hands going into his hair and feeling for the first time how soft it was 

wow u had really dreamed about this huh

he draws back a little bit, face incredibly close to yours and asks u “is this okay?”

,,,,,,,boi

“more than okay, this is perfect” you press him closer and all else is forgotten

send in requests!

[herestheproof]

source: https://twitter.com/burienotacreep/status/1353699255077265408

this is months old, but to those who havent seen the info about this, heres a sorta long thread on why the rumors saying brendon urie is a pedophile are fake disclaimer: this will not have bias. i do like him/his talent, but i know that he can be messy. hes just not a pedo

disclaimer #2: these are my own screenshots (excuse the underlining and marking, its messy as hell) - i looked into all of this myself. i didn’t get it from the nicole row fan account/brendon stan who people in this circle say is delusional. ok let’s start:

there were a few allegations made from different anonymous accounts on twitter. this is the reason no legal action was taken by him: these were burner accounts who even deleted the threads afterward, so there was no way he’d be able to clear his name or even respond to them.

one allegation was by someone named leah who said that he harassed her when she was a minor at a cleveland show. this one is debunked fairly easily: he broke his leg, so he couldn’t even go back and talk to anyone. it was also found out later some of it was from a fanfiction

there are also a lot of little things that don’t add up, despite being minuscule on their own. his shows at this time were 18+ // he doesn’t wear glasses on stage, and has said in the past that he usually can’t see any clear faces in the crowd; meaning there’s no way he’d spot someone and think theyre beautiful // he wouldnt be alone in a room with one of his fans - the rest of the band or some kind of crewmate would be there - & the desc. of a little white room with just a couch is slightly unrealistic esp seeing the venue they were at

but of course those last comments are more just assumptions: what really proves it fake is his broken ankle that day and that it was pasted from a fan fiction.

another one was from someone named kam, this one being a boy, who says that he asked him uncomfortable questions about his sexuality and touched his thigh when he was a minor. this one is false because of the locations used: he claimed that he came across brendon when trying to catch a train home from the coke zero festival, but the nearest train station from the festival grounds is 5 hours away, maybe even more than that. the band would not choose a train over another mode of transportation. (also, don’t ask me why that shit was at an ostrich farm)

there are also little things with this one: though it’s possible, it’s strange and unlikely for a minor to be all alone at a festival in south africa. and panic at the disco never take trains or any public transit from gigs to a hotel room, they take their own private tour buses. so there’s no reason for them to be at a train station, and there’s especially no reason for him to be at a train station with just one guy and not the rest of the band or crew. but once again, those are all assumptions: the location is what actually proves it fake.

there are a couple others which were also debunked, but i’m not going to talk about them because most of them had to do with people being messaged by him on facebook or another form of social media which he doesn’t own, and they later realized they were catfished. speaking of which: pls remember that there are tons of fake accounts of not only brendon urie but many male celebrities with teenage fans, or celebs in general, and creeps use them to talk to underage girls. if you see someone claim to be a famous person, just don’t believe them.

in this thread i’m not saying that brendon urie has NEVER done something even the slightest bit inappropriate before: in this interview, he says that there were times in high school where he hoped that something he said or did didn’t overstep a boundary.

even though no one asked for my opinion on why these were made, i’ll give it anyway: i honestly don’t know. i don’t think they were for attention, because if they were then they wouldn’t be anonymous. many people are annoyed by brendon so it’s likely that they just wanted to do this to smear him or attempt to cancel him since he’s had hate waves on twitter already. it could’ve been a social experiment, but whoever would do that probably would’ve cleared it up? but why they did it doesn’t matter: what matters is that many queer males are already falsely painted as creepy and brendon urie has had a “manwhore” reputation painted on him since he was only 18 years old, despite sharing multiple times before that he doesn’t like to be romantic with people unless he has a connection with them. this is probably another reason he just said “these are false guys” and then moved on like it seemed to be nothing. people have spread fake things about him - from 2006 livejournal blogs to wattpad oneshots being mistaken as real - and at this point he might just be desensitized to rumors, no matter how severe.

i know that most people who think these are real will still feel that way, and they probably ain’t even read this you can think he’s an asshole, but please just know that anything said about him that doesn’t involve him simply saying some dumb shit, is NOT true.

i logged back in because there was actually one on here that i did not address! i swear i wasn’t doing it on purpose, i just didn’t know about it. i’ll talk about it down below since it’s actually very easy to explain.

it was from someone named zoe who says that it happened on february 20th, 2019, and this didn’t happen because

1. he had his family over that day - his parents were backstage right after the show. if you want proof, he had a stream on twitch that day where this is all shown. -

2. he had tons of press that day, most likely because this was his run in california, and it was all also backstage after the show. this was even the day that he was hanging out backstage with conan gray (if any conan fans see this, i’m so sorry for dragging him into this)

tl:dr / he was way too fuckin busy, and he just wasn’t there.

i hope his fans are able to move past this. it’s likely he doesnt care about this as much as his fans do; he is self assured and knows who he is, but many of his fans don’t, so its extremely mentally crippling for them to see their favorite singer possibly be such awful things.

[kveom]

My first follow forever (wOW)!!!! cya 2017!!

It’s so crazy to think that at the start of this year the only Seventeen I knew was the number… and now, whenever I hear the number seventeen, the first thing I think of is the group of 13 boys that brightened up my 2017.

After my introduction to seventeen came my introduction to this fandom and to some really beautiful people. I’m so grateful to all of you for being so welcoming, and filling my dash with posts that are memetastic, creative, beautiful and filled with the awesomeness of 13 precious boys. Oh! Also, thanks for brightening up my dash with awesome tags as well hehheheh. I hope 2018 treats you all with the happiness and love you deserve 💕💕

So for my mutuals I thought I’d write out my first impressions of each of you or the first post I saw from you (i’m really cheesy okay). Most of them I remember, but for the few I couldn’t, I wrote down the post that is most memorable for me or what I love about you/your blog :))

Also, it isn’t in alphabetical order... eep too lazy

@dokyeoms-angel - ’wow she loves dk as much as i do... i love her’

@17dad - i was a bit like ‘lol wut’ at your url because you were one of the first blogs i followed (and i was still getting to know svt) so i didn’t know how much of a dad scoups was

@kwoncoups - i followed you when you were imhobi and i remember thinking your url was for hoshi (even though i’d never heard hoshi being referred to as hobi idk) because i didn’t know hobi was jhope’s nickname lmao

@exxtramint - the first thing i saw from you was this vocal unit gifset and it was an instant follow hehe

@pechajun - i’m pretty sure i started following you when you were lunarjun and i rly liked your username ^^

@powerfulhoshi - this is the first gifset i saw from you and the font and the gifs and everything was soooo clean and nice!!!!!

@bubkwan - i wanted to steal your description

@hoshi-ssi - i’m pretty sure it was hoshi’s palm fairy gifset that made me follow because... yes... that’s the content i’m here for

@junshva - i found your layout so beautiful <3333 esp. that picture of seokmin *-*

@kyoem - i think this was the first i saw from you, but even if it wasn’t, it’s amazinggggg

@mvngyu - ‘heehee the sidebar is so cute’

@swimmingfool - this!!!! freaking!!!! edit!!!!! <3333

@jeong-hanie - beautiful gifs, must follow

@keyboardaegyo - i thought your theme(+ navi page) was really cuteee!!!

@vernons-laugh-is-my-aesthetic - ‘memes??? um YES’

@jeonwoooo - okay, this one is probably the creepiest... i thought ‘ooh i like their name’

@wonnwoo- i loveeee your wonwoo starsign edit

@santascoups - read your desc + about page and thought you seemed cool lmao

@the1the8 - i think the first thing i saw of yours was that simple but gorgeous chocolate edit <333

@woenoo - i thought your tag for wonwoo was so cute wnfnadssndk

@wonshu - will always remember you as the one to tag me in that lethal dk photoset... so there’s a love/hate relationship (jk i love)

@leejhs - tbvh, your love for milk tea is what i remember

@dearseventeen - ’this theme is sooo cuteeeeeeeee... dino!!!!’

@vitaminniedk - ‘they love dk, i love them’

@myungho - tbh your url kept coming up on my dash because of follow forevers/mentions and i was like this person must be really cool lmao (and you are)

@96kwon - your memes 😂

@rappershua- *reads* lee seokmin; you’re my love (on your navi) ‘SOLD’

@jeongahn - i found your layout so beautiful!!!!!

@7unhui - saw this and... yeah...

@jisoostar - this was the first post i saw from you and it was amazing (colours!!!) and i also thought ‘why haven’t i seen that photo of dk, he looks so good skdnfjdfsn’

@wonhuis - i love that you’re a tag talker hehehe

@bbaksu - i love your rocket edit *-* (it also might’ve been the first edit i saw from you but i can’t 100% remember)

@jishua - 'this secret santa is so sweet lfmslmdf’

@pitdae - ‘only an awesome person can write this about page’ (and thank you for awesome gifs ^^)

@pinktomatocat - this edit made me cri follow, it’s so nice!!!

@kwoncity - ’wow they know their stuff’ (was reading your answers about music and yeah)

@chiwoopsie - the ‘types of carats during comeback season’ post was the first one i saw from you. it’s gold <333

@hoshidotcom - ’i like my soonyoungs spicy’ yes okay that’s a follow

@captainoates - thank you for everything you provide for this fandom <3333

@boosonseok - lmao this post

@xiyeonah - ’wow... her dk tags.... are me....’

@zeonghan - i’ve said it before but you’re a cOOL person

@softmanscoups - ’this one’s a riot’ / i still remember when dk was your bias and there was one post about slushies and tongues lmao... i will never forget

@seokmins-thighs - i don’t think you had this url when i followed you but it said somewhere that this used to be your username and i thought ’they should totally go back to seokmins-thighs’ (also, the fact that you have a tag for his thighs... thank you // edit: i’m going through that tag now and your tags are gold 😂😂 i luv dk stans)

@bangtanbombdotcom - this one’s probably the most vague but... it was some sort of text post about seventeen that made me follow you but i can’t remember lol (it might’ve been talking about their dancing or just praising them, but anyway i agreed so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

@cafewoozi - (you were meant to be down there ↓ like a day ago but now you’re here and that’s amazing) ‘pastel everywhere 😍’ *reads description* ‘ahhh’

@sunshine-turkey - ‘sunshine-turkey... interesting url’ lmao

If we’re mutuals and you’re not here, pls let me know!!! and if you’re up there ^ and we’re not mutuals... hope you had fun reading my first impression anyway!!!

I know i’m the worst mutual ever because people scare me but I hope you know that I love and appreciate all of you!!!

The rest aren’t mutuals, but are still blogs I adore <33

@woozzi, @camera-seventeen, @verngyu, @12fools, @incorrect7teen, @svt-laughing, @happydk, @17cuties, @amemericans, @pledisboys, @yoonjeonghannie, @gyuofficial, @17hateblog, @seungkwa, @dokyummm, @juunshua, @adoreu-carat @livelovelunch, @je0nghans  + my whole blogroll (also there are some blogs who i constantly reblog from or who make me laugh but i can’t remember the urls so... there’s that // there’s one in particular i tried to find but i can’t remember :(( )

okay, now this is gonna get real extra but here are some special mentions lmao:

@verymerryotl - when i was first getting into svt your analyses were really interesting and helpful, so thank you for writing them ^^

@pabospoiler- your giffing of dk actually made me start giffing because i wanted to make him shine like you do :) (even though i’m doing a bad job of it lmao)

@fyseokmin - *bows down* you really make my dash a happier place (you might not see this bc you’re on hiatus but i hope you’re doing okay <333)

@kristian-do - thank you so much for everything you do for this fandom!!! i know you’ve said before that you’re not sure how long you can maintain your blog for, and i hope that when the time comes, you put yourself first ❤️

@jisoosmeoli - the first person to talk to me on tumblr!! thanks for dealing with this socially awkward weirdo >< you’re awesome 💕💕

@raphamster - thanks for being dk trash with me 💖💕❤️ i’m so glad i made that post about seungkwan being the best person ever :))

Happy new year!!!! Kick 2018 in the behind 😎

The last part is just a cheesy thank you to seventeen, which you don’t have to read if you don’t want to (and i couldn’t put it under a read more, sorry) -- this is kinda something I don’t want people to see but I also do because it needs to be said and I want to show people how wonderful seventeen is

so halfway through the year i found out about seventeen. i’d never stanned a kpop group before and i never really wanted to, just because of the emotional toll it would take on me. but seventeen pretty much said ‘nuh uh, coming through’ and... yeah... and i’m so grateful for that :’)

discovering seventeen this year has helped me a lot. these boys just radiate happiness and love, and you can’t not feel it. i’m a really (negative) emotional person, so if i get one whiff of sadness or anger, either from others or myself, i fall into this dark hole of negative emotions, which i usually just wait out. but now, whenever i’m in that dark hole, i can watch some seventeen videos or listen to their music and my heart will feel a bit lighter. i mostly watch their dance practices idk why?? maybe because it makes me feel so proud??? oh, also their performances!! which shows how much of an impact their stage presence/energy has. anyway, just watching them do anything really fills me with warmth and all these good emotions that override the bad. even just daydreaming about what it’s like to be part of their lives, surrounded by that bubble of joy and love they create gets me through it :)

they also made me realise that i need to surround myself with people who make me love life. i have a circle of friends but we’re not super close and i used to be fine with that, but learning about these boys and how important they are to each other made me realise that i shouldn’t settle for that. i need a friend that i can tell anything to, to lean on when i need to (and who’ll listen to me talk about seventeen all day). they give me hope that i’ll find friends like that, who i’ll treat like family. they also reinforce my belief that everything happens for a reason. can you imagine if scoups or woozi had debuted before the rest?? or if seungkwan ended up in jyp?? but nope, they all found each other and they adore each other so much while creating AMAZING music, so they give me hope for the future :) 

i wanted to write another paragraph about dk but i’ll just say this: he reminds me of all the good things in the world and he can make me smile like no other 💖💖

so to sum this up, i want to thank the 13 beautiful boys of seventeen for making my 2017 a bit brighter just by being them :)) go and make 2018 your year like you did 2017, but look after yourselves!! i hope you carry this joy for life and love for one another into the new year 💕💓💖❤️💕💞💘💚💛💙💜❤️💕