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astermath · 11 months

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mark of mine ⋆୨୧˚

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you getting ready turns into something more intimate with your boyfriend. he doesn’t realize he’s about to go out with marks of your affection all over him.

word count: 1.4K

tags: established relationship, fluff, praising ethan for being the prettiest boy, him being so vulnerable to your kisses, marks of red lipstick, idk what else to put here lmao

notes: just a bit of a fluffy blurb, I’ll be trying out a new character soon but for now my ethan landry brain rot must be satisfied. please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related writing!

The room was filled with soft music, the smell of freshly applied perfume and dim, cozy lighting. The two of you were getting ready to head out with the rest of your friends to a party. Or, well, at least you were. Ethan was sat on your bed playing a mobile game, since all he really had to do was get dressed. Sometimes you envied him for not having to put in a lot of effort to look good, but then again, you did like the entire process of getting ready to go out.

You rummaged around your makeup bag, somehow not being able to find your favorite lip gloss, before you remembered you’d let Tara borrow it. You decide to look for something else, until your fingers came across a lipstick you hadn’t touched in forever. It was a gorgeous dark red, and you vividly remember begging your mom to get it for you when you were just a teenager. The memory brought a smile to your lips as the pads of your fingers touched the luxurious packaging.

You looked back into the mirror and took off the cap, twisting the lipstick up and gently applying it to your lips. The texture was smooth, creamy, the color resembling a deep, almost blood-like shade of scarlet red. It worked so well with your skin tone and your features, you wondered why you hadn’t touched it in so long.

You ran it across your bottom lip, twisting the lipstick back down again and putting it away before you rubbed your lips together, releasing with an audible ‘pop’. You admired yourself in the mirror, before a pair of familiar hands distracted you.

Ethan hummed softly, hands finding their place on your hips as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. “Hmm… You almost done? I’m getting lonely just sitting on your bed…”

You turn around to face him, hands sneaking up his chest and settling on his shoulders as your back bumped against the sink. “You’re so impatient…”

He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against yours, thumbs gently running circles over your hips. “Can you blame me?” He leaned further down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Hm… You look so pretty…” He smiled against your lips. Funny he was saying that right when he had his eyes closed to kiss you.

You returned the kiss, body relaxing under his touch. Of course he always thought you looked gorgeous, often sneaking glances at you even if you two weren’t talking, and complimenting you any chance he’d get. But seeing you all dolled up like this, it truly brought something out in him. And when you’d put on that fancy perfume, he’d always be all over you by the end of the night.

You pulled away and held his face, eyes widening just a little at the slight red stain on his lips. Now you remembered why you didn’t wear this lipstick that much again, it was not transfer proof whatsoever. But that just gave you an idea...

You smiled gently and placed another kiss on the corner of his mouth. A perfect kiss mark adorned his face, and he had no idea. “Hm... We have some time before we have to head out, right?”

“Wh... Oh, uh, yeah... I think so.” He always got so into kissing you, he sounded a little out of it afterwards. “Why?”

“No reason in particular, just wanna spend some alone time with my boyfriend.” You grinned, having to hold back a giggle at the sight of your lips marked onto his skin. You took his hand and guided him back to the bed, getting on his lap when he sat down, straddling his hips. Your dress hiked up just enough to expose your thighs, those gorgeous thighs he could never get enough of. Even now, his hands gravitated towards them, settling gently on the soft flesh.

You leaned in again, one hand sliding into his curly hair, gently scratching his scalp as you peppered gentle kisses over his cheek, before moving onto his jaw. “You’re so pretty...” You mumbled against his skin. You felt Ethan’s hands grip your thighs just a little harder, his hips shifting slightly at your words. He was so easily influenced by you, like your presence alone excited him.

You dipped down to his neck, his breath getting caught in his throat when you kissed the sensitive skin below his jaw. His hands started moving back and forth, softly rubbing, almost massaging your thighs.

“My pretty boy...” He could practically hear the smile on your lips when you whispered into his ear, shivering when you nipped at his earbud. The kisses on his neck got more intense, and he responded well to them, making sweet noises as reward for your efforts. He spoke your name softly, almost as a warning, as if to say “if we keep going, I’m going to have a problem”.

You pulled away, looking at him and feeling satisfied with the masterpiece you’d created on his face. He was a little flustered, pink cheeks decorated with deep red marks of your affection. Your lipstick was perfectly intact, but anyone else looking at him would quickly realize what you two had been up to before.

You were rudely interrupted by a loud notification on your phone, startling you both.

[chad]: r u guys coming or are u too busy fucking?

[mindy]: please don’t be fucking rn

[chad]: they’re def fucking

[tara]: U GUYSSS just get down here already it’s cold :’(((

You smiled at the screen and texted back a quick “omw!” before tossing your phone to the side.

“Alright, we should head out. The others are getting cold waiting for us downstairs.” You pressed a final kiss to his cheek before getting off his lap. Ethan’s hands remained in place for a moment, ghosting over where your thighs had just been, not fully registering your words yet.

“Right! Right, we should uh... Yeah.” He adjusted himself a little and grabbed his jacket as you put on your heels.

You were already downstairs, waiting with the rest as you were trying to defend your case of not having sex with your boyfriend right before you were going out.

“Right, what else would have been taking you two so long?” Anika rolls her eyes and teasingly bumps her hip against yours.

“I’m telling you, I seriously couldn’t find my phone!” You giggled.

“Alright, alright, let’s just hope he hurries up so we can actually go.” Mindy said, hands rubbing her own arms to keep herself warm a bit. “I love your lipstick by the way, I’ve never seen you wear it before.”

You smile at her compliment, and right as you wanted to respond, the sound of the front door opening interrupted you. Everyone turned to look at Ethan walking outside, a smile on his face as he waved.

“Hi! Sorry it took so long, I seriously couldn’t find my keys.” His smile faded a bit when he noticed everyone was staring at him. You felt your own cheeks heat up at the sight of his kiss marked face. In the heat of the moment, you’d completely forgotten to tell him to take it off, and now your alibi for what you were up to earlier was totally ruined.

“Are... You guys okay? Do I have something on my face?” Ethan questioned, oblivious as usual. Chad broke out in laughter at those words, and the rest followed soon after as you brought your hands up to cover your embarrassed face.

“Oh, man! You guys suck at lying!” Chad says between fits of laughter.

Ethan opens the camera on his phone and his eyes widen at the sight. “S-Shit, I didn’t realize your lipstick rubbed off on me like that.”

Tara and Anika had already snapped multiple pictures of Ethan’s face, so there was no way either of you were ever going to live this one down.

“Alright, alright, very funny, haha.” You try to interrupt. “You might wanna go wash that off babe.” You look at Ethan, and he nods with a bit of a nervous smile.

“I don’t know girl, I think it’s a look!” Tara comments, and they all laugh again.

You rolled your eyes, but secretly, you agreed.

That picture Anika took of Ethan became your lock screen soon after.

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kishibe-kisser · 9 months

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Baths with the Genshin boys (Part 2) Diluc, Itto, Kaveh, Kaeya

Tags: gender neutral, baths, quite wholesome, maybe some suggestive touches, nothing too intense

Part 1 / Part 3

Diluc: It was hard not to laugh at the grumbling red head in front of you. He had come home, angry about his long day at work and you had been working hard to try an make him feel better. Suggesting taking a bath seemed to do it... only he was under the guise you'd be in the tub with him.

"This isn't what I thought you meant." Diluc groaned, tilting his head back as you massaged shampoo into his hair. "Oh stop complaining and just relax." You started, allowing your soapy hands to move to his shoulders and giving them a squeeze. "The water is nice and warm." Your hands moved over his chest from behind. "Not to mention that you don't have to lift a finger... so relax." You finished and gave him a friendly pat before continuing to clean his fiery hair.

As much as he hated to admit, you were right and this was way more relaxing than he thought it would be. Though he still would have preferred you being in the tub with him, so he could give you the same treatment.

You gently washed the soap out of his hair, making sure not to be too rough on his hair and he seemed to finally be a little more relaxed. "See it isn't so bad." You whispered in his ear and he shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah, next time you're joining me."

Itto: "Stop moving!" You were getting incredibly frustrated with him. He had begged to join you, wanting some alone time with you and away from the gang. That being said, you caved and allowed him to join in on your personal time. You were regretting it a little.

"I just don't get the point of a bath." Itto admitted, looking at you from the other side of the tub. "Then why did you join?" You asked, allowing your foot to drag along his thigh. "Because-" He started, grabbing your foot and tickling it. You laughed, trying to pull away from his grip on for him to crawl on top of you. Water sloshed everywhere, leaving the tub more empty than anything else.

"Itto!" You yelled, feeling his lips over your jaw as he continued to tickle you. "I just wanted to spend some alone time with you." He admitted, once he stopped tickling you. His body on top of yours doing wonders of keeping you despite the lack of water in the tub. "You could have just told me." You said and stroked his head.

"I could of... but that would have made things too easy." He lifted his head to show you his red eyes and goofy smile. "And when do I, Arataki Itto make things easy for myself?" You had to laugh at his self awareness and threw your head back.

"Can we get out of the bath now?"

Kaveh: One thing about Kaveh, despite his sometimes biting words was that his touches were always gentle, delicate even. Even now, as his finger gently braided strands of your hair. His fingers ghosting over your bare back and shoulders as he worked.

"Kaveh, can I play with your hair next?" You asked and he scoffed, placing another braid on your shoulder. "Absolutely not." He said bluntly, making you whip your head around to look at him. "Why not?" You asked in disbelief, needing to hold back your laugh at the sight of him.

He leaned back in the tub, non-chalantly shrugging his shoulders. "My hair is one of my best features, can't risk that in your hands." He remarked and you finally let the laughter slip. "You must be kidding." You said and he shook his head, serious expression making you have an epiphany.

"Oh my god, you're dead serious." You said and turned around fully, leaning on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and let his finger tips tickle your skin lightly.

"Did it sound like I was joking?"

Kaeya: "Come on. Join me, love." He pleaded, as you still had your eyes covered. You had wandered into the room, seeing a very naked Kaeya sitting in the wooden tub for you to see. "You're hard to ignore like this." You laughed, finally uncovering your eyes.

"That was the point." He grinned, watching you approach the tub. However you were still fully dressed and that wasn't what he wanted. "Come on, I had a long day. I bet you did too. Join me." He pleaded again, blue eye blinking at you longingly. Kaeya knew you too well, knew that you couldn't resist.

It took no 2 minutes for you to be inbetween his legs with your back resting against his chest, one of your legs hanging over the edge of the tub. It was a scandalous sight, though you both surely weren't expecting anyone to walk in anymore.

"See, I knew you wanted this too." He mumbled in your ear, kissing under your lobe softly. "Mhmm. This is nice." You admitted, leaning in to his kisses. Toying with his fingers, you couldn't help but smile at the ceiling.

"Now tell me about your day, my love."

A/N: Part 2!! I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think.

#genshin #genshin x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #itto #itto x reader #kaveh #kaveh x reader #kaeya #kaeya x reader

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jeonride · 8 months

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skip and kiss

SUMMARY; mingi says, "you have to kiss me if you skip a song because you're being disrespectful to my music taste!"

FEATURING; song mingi x gn!reader

TAGS; fluff, established relationship (boyfriend!mingi), slight humor

WORD COUNT; 1.4 K

WARNINGS; use of pet names, some kissing, mentions of sexting (but there isn't any scene of it), suggestive

NOTES FROM KALA; inspired by the song that mingi recommended (skip and kiss by sik-k) and i missed this boy sm 😔🖐🏻 the song mingi does have a great taste in songs yuhh >> mingi song recs playlist here !

jeonride's masterlist / join the taglist here !

The cold air from the air conditioner blows your face. You're lying on top of Mingi's chest while his back half leaning to the sofa bed, he's stroking your hair affectionately, occasionally kissing the top of your head when he's entertained by the stories you tell about your life experiences that he finds engaging. You aren't looking at each other right now. Mingi can only see your back. Yet you feel so loved in his embrace.

You love it when Mingi listens to you tell stories, making you the center of his attention. He always makes you the sole object of his attention when you tell him anecdotes or stories even though sometimes, they aren't that important, and aren't even funny. But Mingi likes to hear you ramble your thoughts to him. He stores everything about you in a room inside his brain while observing how you think when you respond to an annoying moment with your co-workers. According to Mingi, when he hears you tell him a story, he gets to know your attitude and the way you act, and how you solve problems, which inspires him to deal with difficult things in this life.

You are his role model. Mingi is your biggest fan in everything you do. Sometimes you wonder why he likes you that much. There was a moment when you were remaining silent, literally just breathing but Mingi looked at you as if you were a TV show that was so interesting and worth it for him to binge-watch.

Like now, Mingi kisses your cheek while complimenting you. "Your skin feels so soft," his compliments sound half-whispered, but you can feel his sincerity knocks your heart.

"Yeah because I applied your moisturizer." you reply with a slight touch of humor, successfully making Mingi laugh. His laugh makes you smile instantly.

"That's okay, you can use it. We can share, I don't mind."

You stroke his hand in response. Then there is a moment of silence between the two of you. You're really enjoying this moment— weekend, and you can spend time together with Mingi without worrying about unfinished assignments. Spending time with your boyfriend always manages to charge your energy again before starting a brand new day which will be just as tiring as days you successfully passed.

"Baby, I'm sorry can you hand me my phone? Wanna listen to my playlist while we're laying like this." he says, you follow Mingi's gaze to the table in front of your gray sofa bed. You get up slightly, struggling to pick up Mingi's phone on the wooden table because you are too lazy to stand. Not when you can feel the warmth of Mingi's embrace and his sturdy hands wrapped around your waist as if to imply 'don't go anywhere, please just stay in my embrace.'

You manage to grab Mingi's phone without actually standing up, then hand the phone with always pristine screen to its owner. "Here,"

"Thank you, baby." Mingi enters the password on the lockscreen. His hands are still wrapped around your waist as he holds the phone and his chin lands on your shoulder, so you get a view of what he's doing on his phone. You giggle as you look at Mingi's wallpaper— it's your photo, the one you sent him over chat. It's a selfie of you sensually licking on a lollipop, deliberately teasing Mingi. You remember sending it in the middle of the night and successfully getting Mingi to call you, asking for a sexting and you agreed.

"The wallpaper's cute,"

"Oh, shit." Mingi hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Please pretend like you don't see anything."

"And why is that?"

"I'm... embarrassed." You can feel how hot Mingi's cheeks are on your skin. You chuckle, then your hand strokes the top of his head, ruffling his hair gently because you think Mingi is so adorable right now.

"Why are you embarrassed? I remember even when sexting you were so—"

"Okay, baby. Stop. I'm really embarrassed now..."

You turn your head to the side, holding Mingi's chin with your forefinger, directing his face to look at you. He looks up, gazing at you shyly. You can see both of Mingi's ears turning red now.

"My baby being embarrassed, huh?"

Mingi nods slowly, looking adorable and delightful at the same time. Seeing how embarrassed his expression is, you don't continue your teasing.

Mingi on the other hand starts to open his playlist, and connecting his phone to the speakers in the tv room of his apartment via bluetooth. He presses the play button, it's only the first song, literally just started. But you press the skip button.

"Hey!" Mingi reprimands, his tone gets higher an octave. He seems disappointed. "You can't do that, baby. At least, not when the first song jus started!"

"But I'm in the mood to listen to the next song," you retort, cut the chase.

Mingi sighs in an unbelievable look. "Then you have to kiss me if you skip a song because you're being disrespectful with my music taste!"

"Oh come on, Mingi!" you protest. But eventually nod in agreement. This big baby of yours has to be obeyed otherwise his lips will continue to pout. "Okay then, deal."

Mingi smiles with satisfaction. He points to his soft and pink lips— that look so tempting, signaling you to kiss him. "Then kiss me. You just skipped literally the first song,"

You nod, smiling— the duchenne smile, and Mingi finds it enthralling, so lovely. You lean closer to him, kissing his lips softly. As soon as you suck on Mingi's lower lip, he instinctively opens his mouth. Returning your kiss with all his love. But when his tongue just met yours, you pull away. Mingi's face imprinted with a disappointed look, "Baby—"

"If I keep kissing you it will be a neverending make out session, Mingi. I've known you for years."

"Oh," he laughs. "You know me too well."

You return to your respective positions, you rest your head on Mingi's chest as if he was your pillow. You love hearing his heartbeat that always races when he's with you. Beating fast just for you.

Mingi's hand slowly slips into the shirt you're wearing, his shirt, the one he gave you when you arrived at his apartment. You were all wet because of the rain.

His large palm strokes your stomach, up and down. There is no lust involved, he just wants to give you a few strokes to soothe your body that had been working hard all week.

"Baby," he calls you in such a honey-like voice. "Can you just skip the next song?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I wanna be kissed by these pretty lips." Mingi strokes your lips with his thumb even though you have your back facing his face. He did it by muscle memory.

"Nope. Unfortunately the third one is also my favorite song,"

"Okay, changing rules. You have to kiss me everytime you listen to each song on my playlist."

You chortle. "Hey, that's cheating! We have to stick around to the first rule."

"Baby," he whines, with his deep ass voice though. "I'm the one who made this kissing game so I have the absolute right to change the rules."

"It's like you're forcing me to kiss you, Mingi." you shake your head acting as if you're disappointed, but a smile forms on your face. Happy just with the thought of him desperately wanting to be kissed by you.

"No, no please don't be misunderstood, I'm just... eager to—"

You kiss his lips again, at this time to shut his mouth. Mingi is surprised, of course. But he returns your kiss wholeheartedly. You open your mouth once his tongue knocks on your lips with such tenderness, wanting you to open your mouth for him and only him. Your tongue meets with his, entwining, saliva mixing. Mingi also grazes your teeth one by one with his surprisingly flexible and skilled tongue. Your fingers run to his hair, as he deepens the kiss by cupping your cheek.

The cold air from the air conditioner does nothing to lower the heat of the fire inside your chest. It's the way he kisses you that makes you weak. He feels like he wants all of you, wants to savor all of you, wants to feel the word 'baby' from your mouth on his lips while he's kissing you passionately. Everything about you is so addicting to him. Oh, you're such a lovely creature in his eyes.

Mingi ends the kiss when he can feel you need to catch your breath. He smiles, a smile that looks prettier than anything you've seen in this world. And you're sure you'll fail when you look for something more beautiful to beat his smile.

"I will never get enough of your kiss."

"Of course you do, Mingi."

And both of you laugh together, hearts feeling full with love for each other.

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captainkirkk · 2 months

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Untamed

All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Full-time necromancer and part-time cam boy, Wei Wuxian, finds himself unexpectedly homeless. An enthusiastic patron comes to his rescue.

Conversely:

Immortal Cultivator Lan Wangji has been waiting a long time for his deceased husband to be reincarnated again. In retrospect, he should have anticipated that this is how it would go.

myself and this body that they stuck me in by misspickman

"Oh,” Bart says with a hint of surprise in his voice. “You look so pretty.”

“I look like a girl,” he rebuts. He's not sure why he's even continuing this conversation.

Bart, blissfully unaware of Kon's internal crisis, shrugs and says, “Well, I think you'd make a lovely girl."

when I see myself, I always know where you are by suzukiblu

"There's no point in killing Superboy," Match says reasonably. "It's not like you'd care if he died."

"The Agenda thinks I wouldn't care if Superboy died?" Superman asks incredulously, just staring at him. "Why, because he's a clone?"

"Because I reported back my interactions with you when I was pretending to be him," Match corrects, puzzled by the vehemence of the response. "And also the lack thereof."

"What?" Superman says, still just staring.

Stranger Things

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse (+ podfic)

Sure, they've saved the world, but the best part of that really is that it doesn't end there and in a town where everyone thinks he murdered a girl, he's at least got Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. It's really not his fault he accidentally starts living at Steve's house, he was invited, after all. There's a mystery too, about Barbara Holland and Steve's pool.

“Your boner is digging into me,” says Robin, and Steve snorts a tired sort of laugh.

“I don’t have a —”

“You do, I can feel it. Gross.”

“Okay, but it’s only a little one,” he says in a small voice which sounds like he’s impersonating someone.

“Are you ever going to let that go? I peed a little bit when the Russians got the torture devices out, okay?” She sounds amused, though.

Eddie jolts. “Russian torture devices?”

Robin carries on like she didn’t hear him but Steve catches his eye and he’s grinning. “How do you even have a boner dude? You were definitely having a nightmare I know your twitching means a nightmare… Did you have a boner over Vecna?"

M!ik

Iruma's Bloodline Ability by SpeedOfSnake

"Of course!” Asmodeus took the bait. “I am talking about Iruma-sama's ability to wipe the minds of his enemies.”

...Iruma had the ability to do what now?

...

Asmodeus believes Iruma has a bloodline ability, and Iruma tries to figure out why.

Star Wars

Back Where We Belong by thiswildheart

"Obi-Wan," Anakin breathed, and the dread crystallised into heartbreaking terror.

Of course. He should have known. Maybe he had known, but been too afraid to look it in the eye.

Not the kids, not Padmé, but someone as dear to him as they were. No wonder he'd been so sure his family was in danger.

(The war is over and Palpatine's gone, yet traces of his intended empire still threaten Anakin's family. Anakin will not fall again, but he's prepared to use everything the Light can offer to get his brother home.)

#happy friday :))#weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #sw recs #untamed recs #m!ik recs #dc recs #stranger things recs

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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How about fics featuring denial of their love? Or that explore specifically Aziraphale's denial.

You can check our #denial of feelings and #not actually unrequited love tags for fics like this. Here are some more to add to the collection...

What friends are for by Melime (T)

Back in his shop after evading Furfur, Aziraphale starts to wonder about Crowley's new name, and almost comes to a realisation.

But The Smoke Clears When You're Around by midnightdragons (T)

“Mhm,” Crowley mumbled, before closing his eyes, curling back up around Aziraphale, and promptly falling back to sleep, one hand hooked loosely around the angel’s middle, his face pressed into his chest. Aziraphale looked down at him, his heart seizing in his chest, and gently hugged him close. “You are silly, my sweet boy,” he whispered breathlessly, sparing a single chaste kiss to the demon’s forehead. “And I . . .” Love you, he wanted to say. Wanted so badly to say it, to reveal it to the world, if only for a single moment. After the Armageddon that wasn't, Crowley can't rid himself of the trauma caused by a certain event, and shields himself with defensive anger and a mask of irritation. Aziraphale convinces him that it's okay to rest and recover. (Alternatively: purely sleepy intimacy, comfort, and fluff, accompanied by the lingering scent of smoke in a bookshop.)

Everything by IneffableDoll (G)

“Oh angel, I’d wait to the end of the world.” Two love confessions, two thousand years apart. Denial is a heck of a thing.

reply to my tenderness by losttrackofmysoul (T)

In the beginning, there had been Crowley, Aziraphale and the Garden containing the start of human kind. A couple centuries later, the red string of fate appeared and things got easier for humans and vastly more complicated for a certain angel, specially when he discovers his own string, which shouldn't exist in the first place, is tied to the demon he's known for 6000 years.

Nothing Else Matters by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

When two angry Archangels drop by the shop, Aziraphale pleads with Crowley not to intervene. After surviving a harsh punishment, can Aziraphale be honest about why Crowley’s safety is so important to him? And can Crowley work though his guilt for not protecting Aziraphale?

Definitions of Love by organizechaos (T)

Aziraphale thinks that all the abuse and trauma he endured in heaven is ‘love’. After being freed after the apocalypse, the angel is beyond happy. He wants nothing more than to spend eternity with Crowley but the demon is ready to put a name to their feelings. They both know that they care for each other deeply and when Crowley finally has the courage to put it in words (‘I love you’), it sends Aziraphale spiraling into believing Crowley will start treating him like heaven did. "We- we don't have to pretend anymore.” Crowley stuttered out, golden eyes looking frantically about the angel. His sunglasses were clutched tightly in the palm of his hand, “The apocalypse is over, it has been for years. Can't we- can't we say it now?" his voice wavered only slightly. "I don't love you, Crowley." Aziraphale emphasized each word to better help the demon understand. He had never truly loved something in all his years of existence, he didn’t think he was capable. To love another being — especially Crowley... "I could never love you."

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #denial of feelings #mod d

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ssaeri · 1 year

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we fall to ashes

☆ tags: alex x gn!reader, he finds something that he never expected to see on your farm, this was going to be angst with an angst ending, but then my sister begged me to not write a sad ending, so have this relieving happy ending instead, LOTS of alex spoilers! ☆

Alex stretches his arms over his head and breathes in deep. In the distance, he hears chickens screaming—a sure sign that he's getting closer to your farm. The walk from his house isn't short, but while his grandparents would complain about the distance, he finds it ideal for cooling down after his harder work-outs. And he gets to see you at the end? He'd say that's a winner winner chicken dinner situation...out of earshot from your coop, at least.

"Hey there! Evelyn's boy!" Pam calls from his right.

He slows to a stop and waves. She sits in the driver seat of her newly repaired bus, window fully open, and takes another swig from her Joja Cola. Immediately, her face scrunches.

"Mornin', Pam!" he yells back. "How's that alcohol detox going for you?"

"Awful." She smacks her lips and holds the can up to her eyes, searching the ingredients for what makes it so fucking nasty. You often joke that it's the bitter taste of capitalism. "I could go for something stronger in this heat. You think the farmer has an extra glass of pale ale?"

Alex's smile tightens. Ever since Pam and Penny's trailer turned into an actual house, Pam's been doing her best to break old habits and he's glad for it—he can finally walk by her without the reflexive gag and hurried steps. You telling me I stink? she used to ask, angry in her drunken stupor, until she remembered why he showed up on his grandparents' steps nearly two decades ago.

She must read it in his expression now because she waves him off with a roll of her eyes. "I'm kidding, kid. Tell 'em I said hi. They're the only one who takes this damn bus anyway. I might as well take a nap." She slides sunglasses onto her face and reclines her chair until he can't see her anymore. "If I'm still here by the time you go home, wake me up."

Classic Pam, he thinks as he continues to your farm. Your dog is already running from the front door to greet him, panting and barking and disturbing your horse's peace.

"Come on, buddy," he laughs, shooing your dog until he can push open the gate. "I was supposed to surprise them."

Alex scratches your horse's ear as he passes its stable. Grape vines twist and sag on the trellises you've set up for the season, the structures nearly bursting with fruit, and he makes a mental note to stop by tomorrow to help with the harvesting. Maybe it could substitute for a work-out. He's helped you ship boxes of produce before and wondered how ripped he'd be after a month of your lifestyle. Between the trellises, the melons are just starting to come in. He doesn't know how long it takes for them to ripen, only that they taste really good when you drop off a basket for his grandma.

He calls out your name. Not in the fields, not in the pasture. Your new greenhouse, maybe? You were muttering something about ancient fruit last night. Or the mushroom cave, something he still can't believe is a feature on your farm. If Demetrius could add that, maybe Alex could talk you into installing an outdoor lifting station.

He walks past your workbench and active machines...

...and walks backwards again, hoping that his eyes are deceiving him. Crystalariums reproducing diamonds to sell, charcoal kilns working double time for enough coal, bone mills churning out fertilizer, geode crushers crunching rocks into pebbles, furnaces roaring as they smelt ores into bars—and right on top of the furthest furnace sits a wrapped bundle he's only seen in his (second to) worst nightmares.

He hears your content humming now, somewhere in the main farmhouse. Under normal circumstances, he would've called it cute, but the sound rings mockingly in his ears as he approaches the darkened flowers. A wilted bouquet. Fuck.

"Oh, hey there!" Alex called out as you got closer. He tossed his ever-present gridball into the air. "You here to catch fish again? I think you can find salmon in the river this time of year. At least that's what I heard."

Once you came to a stop in front of him, you shook your head, hands still behind your back. "I'm not fishing today," you said. "I actually wanted to give you something."

"Yeah?" His lips quirked into a grin. Another toss into the air. "Wouldn't happen to be a Salmon Dinner with extra lemon, would it? Those are one of my favorites, but I can never catch any salmon myself. Another egg would be cool, too. I've been adding your weekly deliveries to my workout meals."

You only shifted from one foot to the other, unable to take your eyes off his shoes, and a part of him faltered. You weren't intimidated by him, were you? Ever since you found him crying on the beach, he had been a little more flirtatious than usual, layering on the teasing and showing off. Maybe he came on too strong. Haley always told him that subtlety wasn't his strong suit. The grip on his gridball changed as he tossed it higher.

"You okay there? Did I do something...wait, this is—ow!"

The ball bounced off his head and landed in the grass, but he couldn't care less. He pointed to the bouquet in your hands. Not a regular bouquet, but the Bouquet made to order by Pierre. In a place as small as Pelican Town, there was no need for Pierre to have it in constant stock, so when the signature blooms made the rare appearance, they attracted everyone's eyes.

"...you want to get more serious?" he asked, incredulous.

Something in your expression changed, and you drew the flowers back to your chest. "Oh, sorry, did you not?" You gave him a wide smile, already stepping away. "I must've read the signs wrong. My mistake."

"No! That's not—I mean, you read the signs correctly. I, uh, I feel the same way." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face flush. "So I guess we're together now? Should I be asking you out on a date or something? Or wait, are you asking me out on a date? How does this work?"

You laughed, a genuine sound this time. "We can continue the way we were before."

And so you did, but some things changed for sure. He could hold your hand now as you ran errands around the town, carrying half of the gifts you handed out to the townspeople. He could kiss you goodbye at his door in the evenings, though George cleared his throat loudly every time. Alex remembered making some snide comment about his grandpa, who yelled out a gruff I heard that! before being shushed by Evelyn. When It Howls in the Rain was being shown at the town theater, you bribed him to a screening with the promise of Stardrop Sorbet, but as much as he loved the treat, he would've gone anyway—it was one of his favorite movies with one of his favorite people. Good thing he'd seen it before because he spent most of the time staring at your side profile, wondering when he could finally go pro and have you stare at him on a screen.

Your dog nips at his fingers. He pets it absently. He thought everything was going fine between the two of you. Just yesterday, you came over and had dinner with him and his grandparents. You told them about your mining adventures in the Skull Caverns and, to his horror, showed off your old stitches from Harvey. (George chided your reckless behavior and gave old-timey advice that you nodded along to.) You talked about the new farm you're setting up at Ginger Island—Ancient Fruit wine all year! you told them excitedly. It's a farmer's heaven!—and the Beach Resort you're trying to restore. (Evelyn hummed at your energy, asking rapid-fire questions about the flora there.) You even promised to bring over a season's worth of eggs and leeks as soon as you got your hands on them. (Alex's mind flashed to the old mariner and the mermaid's pendant he could see hanging around your neck in the future.)

So why is a wilted bouquet sitting here, right on top of your furnaces?

No point in guessing when he can just find out the answer right from the source. He takes the flowers and goes to your door, knocking twice. It opens before he has time to second guess his choice.

"Alex! I didn't know you were coming over," you say, beaming at him. He wants to immortalize this version of you: face full of dirt smudges and t-shirt collar soaked through with sweat, yet glowing in your element. Until your eyes drop to his hands. "Oh, that's..."

He sets his jaw. "Can I come in and talk?"

Your expression falters further at his cold tone, but you step back and lead him to the living room. Your dog trots in and settles by the TV, head on its paws, watching with blank eyes. Alex sits in his usual spot and you yours, and suddenly he hates how familiar he is with your space.

It's still silent.

You clear your throat. "So," you start, wiping your palms on your jeans. A nervous tick he knows well. "What did you want to talk about?"

He puts the bouquet on the coffee table between you.

"Right." You pause, likely waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't say anything. "Alex, can you at least be less mean about this? I feel like you owe me that much after all this time together." He says nothing. "Like, tell me what's wrong instead of sitting here stone-faced. Things were okay. Why are you breaking up with me—"

"Why am I breaking up with you?" He barks a laugh. "Baby, I found this outside on your furnace! I'm not going to beg for you to stay, but what the hell is this?"

Your forehead furrows. "What? I wouldn't."

"If it's not yours and it's not mine, then whose is it?"

"I don't know! Alex, I wouldn't—I never even thought about breaking up," you insist. "Why would I lie about that?"

After scrutinizing your stricken expression, his relief comes in waves. He sinks into your couch, hands rubbing at his face.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just—" He laughs again, the sound mostly air. "Yoba, that scared me. If someone left this here as a prank, I'm hunting them down tonight." He lifts his head to look at you and opens his arms. "Can you come over here?"

You wrinkle your nose. "I'm gross."

"You could be playing in mud with your pigs, and I'd still jump in."

With a roll of your eyes, you hop over to curl into his side and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You stink, but so does he after a good workout. Now that he thinks about it, he's still in his gym clothes.

"You scared me, too," you tell him, gaze trained on the table. "Not the best thing to see on a Friday afternoon. But now I want to know whose this is. Did you check it for clues?"

"Didn't bother. Thought it was yours." His arm around your waist tightens as you lean forward. "Does it matter?"

But that doesn't stop you. You have the bouquet in your lap now, prying at the blackened ribbon and wrapping. "Look at this," you say, holding it between two fingers. "The ribbon isn't blue, and Pierre always uses blue. The wrap is pretty much disintegrated, but this corner—he always puts his store brand." You suck in a breath. "Oh, duh! Where did you say you found this?"

"The furnaces right outside by the workbench."

"Okay, so mystery solved. This is mine, but not in the way you think."

He raises an eyebrow. "Explain. Don't say you're breaking up with a secret partner because I don't think I can handle a second shock right now."

"I made a wildflower bouquet to put on Grandpa's grave a few days ago, but I totally forgot where I put it, so I made a second one. This one must've been the one I misplaced."

He blinks. "How the hell did you not notice it since?"

"I came back from Ginger Island yesterday and went to sleep right after dinner! The flowers must've wilted from the furnace heat."

"You," he says slowly, pinching your cheek and ignoring your squeak, "are the absolute worst. I can't believe you nearly broke my heart and it turned out to be a whoopsie."

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 months

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MultiVillains x Reader || Reactions

Topic: You move into an apartment in a dodgy neighbourhood.

Characters Included: (Rarin'-to-Fuck) Buck, Dr Peter Andover, Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Bonus!Jason Voorhees, Ian Essko, Bonus!Madame Blavatski, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Bonus!Reba, Doom Room's MC, Minister Kratski, Stuart Lloyd, Wayne Jackson, Bonus!Norman Tyrus and Bonus!Dale Acton.

Tagging: @ghouletka , @grav3yardgirl , @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @thecourtofgraywaves , @yesthetrashbin and @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

Rarin'-To-Fuck Buck: *Stays right by the window where he can see his car so it doesn't get stolen* "Uh... nice place... " (You: Thank you! I was so jazzed to find it on the market!, it has a dishwasher and everythin- ) "I was kidding Y/N this place is a fucken dump. Lets go- "

Dr Peter Andover: "... no." (You: What. But- ) "We have rooms at the clinic, you can stay there." (You: I cant live at the clinic- ) "Ohhh yes you can."

Erik Destler: "Oh, this is near to the brothel I used to- Ehem. I mean, Y/N this is a very nice, uh... home... you found, here... " || He wants to sweep you away but also he doesn't want you questioning him on that first bit XD So I guess he's just gonna have to stalk you all the time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ With love. For your safety.

Freddy Krueger: "You couldn't find an actual house?? Oh, and wouldja look at that! Guys with guns. *Waiving out the window* Hey fellas- " (You: Newsflash Fred its not the 60's anymore old man and you cant just b u y a h o u s e !! And put your hand down- )

Jason Voorhees: *Nope. No- Jason will not let you stay here XD He takes one look around, picks you up, and leaves.*

Ian Essko: "What filthy-fucking-hell... Oh! Wait wait wait- " (You: Don't you dare take out that black light Ian.) "What? Afraid of what you'll find in this house of horror!??"

Madame Blavatski: "Oh- this is nice. Lovely. I lived in a home just like this in my stripping days in Russia! Very lovely, very good. And you have drug dealers just two doors down, which is convenient. I already visited, they're very nice boys, and I bought you welcome-to-area 'blow'- da? They even gave discount!" *head pats*

Inkubus: *He's very calm, listening to you talk about it and show him all around, until the very end* "Y/N, love, may I ask something of you right now?" (You: Oh- sure? ^^) "Wonderful. Uh, don't be here between eleven and 3 tomorrow." (You: Why?- ) "Mmm, no particular reason... do you think these beams are good and flammable?" || If it is not clear- the man is going to burn your apartment building down so you don't live here, anymore.

Jim Bickerman: *He's been walking around peering out the windows shaking his head. When he finally looks at you waiting for his thoughts, he flashes a big smile.* "We're going gun shopping." (You: Oh no we are NOT- )

Reba: (You: So! ^^ What do you think?) "... well I noticed the police station a block away, I liked that feature."

The Doom Room's MC: "Well its better then my place, at least."

Minister Kratski: *not getting outta the limo*

Stuart Lloyd: "Y/N I saw some hooligans just down the street with switchblades. I don't think this area is safe." (You: Oh don't worry, I have a plan! ^^) "*Genuinely relieved* oh, great. Wh- what is it?" (You: I got these really big ass boots from the charity store- and I'm going to keep them just outside my door so everyone walking by thinks a lumberjack lives here!) "... ... Y/N- "

Wayne Jackson: *He's very quiet. Just wandering in and out of rooms, lookin' around* (You: ... Wayne, is everything okay?) "... preeetty sure I lived here in the 70's. Cant be sure, though." (You: Oh- ) *Pulls an open door away from a wall* "Ah! I did! Heheh, I made that w in bullet holes."

Norman Tyrus: "... no." (You: Norman- ) "Nope." (You: Not another place, Norman- ) "You're moving. You're not staying here." (You: I'm gonna stop showing you my new places.) "How about ya just find a place that doesn't have bullet holes in the front fucken door?" Dale Acton: "OH!!! I know those guys upstairs, I used to buy coke from them a couple years back! Until a deal fell through at least... hey, don't tell 'em you're with me. You'll be fine. We probably shouldn't be seen together, though, so uh... bye babe- "

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Water Might be Thicker Than Blood

The Lost Boys x Fém! Reader

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

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Day turned into night.

(Y/N) and her family spent the rest of their time on the beach and at the boardwalk. Michael was probably looking for music stores or shops that sold parts for his off-roading bike, Sam was probably just following him like a lost puppy. (Y/N) stayed with Lucy thinking it’d be the smarter option. While walking around (Y/N) noticed all of the missing posters stacked over one another on walls and powerlines. Most of the people in the posters were just teenagers, with a few adults. Before she could look at them anymore her attention was taken by a little boy in the middle of the walk way calling out,

“Mom! Mom! I can’t find my Mom!”

Lucy walked ahead of (Y/N) and up to the boy, asking, “What the matter? Are you lost?”

(Y/N) grabbed the boy’s hand and assured him, “Don’t worry little dude, let’s go find your mom.”

As she said those words she met the eyes of four tall strangers heading into a video store. There was an off putting feeling as they all gazed in her direction. Lucy started walking the same way they did into the video store. (Y/N) followed suit with the small child still in hand.

“Excuse me, I wonder if you could help us,” Lucy asked, getting the attention of the store clerk, “This little boy is lost and we were wondering if his mother might be in here?”

“Well, I don’t really know…” The tall man in glasses started.

Just then a woman came running in frantically, “Terry! I was so worried. Don’t run off, Terry,” she bawled as she knelt down hugging the boy.

“There you are,” hummed the clerk as he handed the boy a lollipop.

(Y/N) slightly tuned out for a bit during that whole debacle as she started watching the guys from earlier roam around the shop. There’s just something about them…

“And you, young lady?” The clerk asked as he held a lollipop to (Y/N)’s face.

“Oh yeah, sure… thanks.” she muttered as she took it.

The clerk wasn’t paying her much attention as he looked above her and bellowed, “I told you not to come in here anymore.”

(Y/N) whipped around now seeing the four strangers right behind her. They averted their gaze from the clerk and down to her. Their most noticeable features were their hair. One with a platinum blonde almost white, the next dawning straight dark brown hair to his shoulders, after him was a dirty blonde who looked like he was in a metal band, finally there was the shorter of the four who had a goldendoodle type of mullet. (Y/N) averted her eyes, turning back around to her mother as the boys left.

“Hey mom, I think I’m going to go for a walk,” (Y/N) said.

“Okay sweetie, just meet me back at the car,” Lucy said as she hugged her daughter.

(Y/N) walked out of the video store seeing the four guys hop on their bikes.

“You coming?” Shouted the dirty blonde rocker.

“Who, me?” (Y/N) questioned, pointing to herself.

“Yeah you!” Shouted the short curly one.

“I don’t even know you guys!” She retorted as she stepped a little closer

“Then get to know us!” The dirty blonde came again.

“...I don’t know anyone in this damned town so why not,” (Y/N) murmured as she walked up to the rocker’s bike, throwing her leg over the seat and gripping his waist.

“Hold on!” He teased as they all kicked up their bike stands.

“For wha-?” (Y/N) didn’t even finish her sentence as they zipped off at what felt like the speed of light.

For quite a few minutes they rode through the boardwalk. (Y/N)’s hair wisped around her face and flew back behind her. The cold air from the ride felt like the refreshment she needed in this unfamiliar place. She tightened her grip on her steel horse cowboy as they rounded corners and leapt off speed bumps. He always laughed in response before shouting and yelling with his friends. Finally the group stopped at a red barred fence. (Y/N) tried to regain her balance as she hopped off the bike, her legs feeling weak after the ride. The tall brunette of the group caught her by the waist before she tripped over her own two feet.

“Careful,” He said before letting her stand on her own.

“Thanks…” (Y/N) trailed, not knowing his name.

The platinum blonde stepped forward pointing out, “Dwayne, Paul, Marko,” pointing to the one who just caught her, then the one who she rode here with, and finally the one with the curly hair she kept looking back at on the ride here.

“Ah right, and you are?” She asked, wanting to know the name of her final captor.

“David,” He said as he tried to light a cigarette.

“Here,” (Y/N) said as she grabbed his hands, cupping them around the rolled paper then flicking open the zippo to burn the stick, “The wind will draw the flame away.”

David inhaled then exhaled before saying, “Thanks.”

“So little lady, what brought you to Santa Carla?” Marko asked, biting his thumb while leaning against his bike.

“Divorce,” (Y/N) answered as she crossed her arms.

“Shit, you’re divorced? You don’t look that old,” Paul said before letting out a cackle.

(Y/N) turned to the blonde in the fishnet top, “Not me, my parents….”

“Alright alright, just messin’,” He threw his hands up, “Why’d they divorce?”

“I…” She started but didn’t finish.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Dwayne interjected, noticing her discomfort.

“Thanks, it’s still a new subject for me”

“Anyways, Stars coming,” David said, stomping out his cigarette before getting on his bike, the others following suit.

“Who’s Star?” (Y/N) asked.

“That’s Star,” Paul said, pointing behind (Y/N) towards said ‘Star’

As (Y/N) turned around, she instantly knew who they were talking about. A girl stood out from the crowd; she was thin and enchanting. Her long curly brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, bouncing and wisping in the cool night air. Her purple jeweled maxi skirt sparkled and glimmered against the lights of the boardwalk.

“She’s beautiful…” (Y/N) said in awe.

“Jealous?” Asked Marko before letting out a small laugh and a big grin.

Not even looking away from Star, (Y/N) said, “The opposite actually…”

“Come with us?” Asked David, though it felt like more of a demand than a query.

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t-“ Dwayne started but was quickly cut off by-

“Ahhh lame! C’mon girl!” Paul shouted as he jumped up and down on the seat of his motorcycle.

“Really, I would but I don’t want to worry my mom,” (Y/N) said before turning around.

When she turned to walk away she was met by amber brown eyes and a citrine tan.

“I- I…uh…I have- Hi..” (Y/N) failed to form even a sentence in front of the gorgeous woman before her.

Star was such a fitting name for someone who glows with such a luminous complexion.

Said woman looked her up and down with a despondent expression, “Hi,” she mumbled.

“Okay, look guys I really have to go but maybe I can see you again tomorrow? Same spot?” (Y/N) suggested as she started backing away from the group.

“We better see you here,” David demanded, helping Star onto the bike.

“Or what?” (Y/N) laughed at David’s words.

“Or we’re coming for ya,” Marko hissed as he squeezed the clutches of his bike.

“Tempting, we’ll see what happens,” (Y/N) decreed as she ran away.

As she ran away she could hear the roar of the motorcycles speed off behind her. (Y/N) halted her jog at the main entrance of the boardwalk.

“(Y/N)? What’re you doing with those guys?” Asked Sam as he spotted his sister.

“None of your business boy wonder,” (Y/N) cackled as she pulled her little brother into a headlock.

“You shouldn’t be hanging out with them,” Michael criticized his sister's new acquaintances.

(Y/N) looked over at her older brother, “Oh shut it Mikey, let’s just find mom…”

“Seriously (Y/N) they look like bad news!” Sam shouted, just watching out for his older sister.

Laughing, (Y/N) asked,“Shouldn’t it be me telling you two to stay out of trouble?” finding her brothers’ protective attitudes to be all too funny.

The ride ‘home’ wasn’t anything exciting, two out of three kids were absolutely shlumped and resting their heads on the window. Even in her tired state though (Y/N) should make out a small conversation happening between her mom & Michael. It sounded like a debate on whether or not he’d quit school and start working to help support the family…obviously Lucy was against it. (Y/N) tuned out the rest until they got back to their grandpa’s house. “Wake up guys, we’re here…get some rest in your new rooms,” Lucy said in a kind and quiet voice.

Laying in bed, all (Y/N) could think about was the group of chaotic boys she met tonight. How she didn’t really have time to think about anything going on in her life while she was with them. Everything was just a complete carefree joy ride even if it was just for a short couple of hours. Withe the way things have been (Y/N) wishes everyday of her life could be like that.

The next day wasn’t anything crazy (Y/N) finished unpacking her boxes. Putting up posters on walls, books on shelves, clothes in the closet, and finally she got to the small shoe box full of pictures. Some of them were of her and her friends and a couple with her partner…a total backstabbing jerk. They weren’t willing to do long distance even if they could see each other on school breaks, they said it’d be too draining so they broke up with (Y/N). The next day (Y/N) caught them kissing her best friend.

“Total prick,” (Y/N) said as she picked up the picture box and walked it downstairs. Shouting she said, “Hey grandpa!”

“Yeah kiddo?” Grandpa said as he peeked his head out from his taxidermy room.

“Uh…do you have a fireplace?” (Y/N) asked, still a little weirded out by her grandfather’s hobbies.

“I do but you ain’t usin’ it, too damn hot up here for that,” Grandpa said before shutting his doubled sliding doors.

“Okay then…” She said as she walked back upstairs.

An hour or so passed when (Y/N) got a knock on her door from her little brother. “Hey, I’m going to the boardwalk, wanna come?”

Looking up at her brother (Y/N) asked, “How’re we gonna get there?”

“Drive?” Sam said with a big grin on his face.

“That’s the real reason you want me to go with you, huh?” (Y/N) laughed.

“Well yeah, mom already left for that new job of hers.”

“Then why didn’t you just get a ride with her?”

“And get up at seven in the morning?! No way!” Same shouted.

“Okay, okay fine, jeez…” (Y/N) said as she got out of bed.

The two out of three siblings ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hey grandpa we’re taking the Harvester to the boardwalk!” (Y/N) shouted. Grandpa poked his head out of his ‘laboratory’ but before he could say anything (Y/N) blurted, “I swear we’ll put gas in it, okay bye!” and ran out the door with Sam in toe.

“You made any friends down here yet?” (Y/N) asked her little brother as they drove down the streets of Santa Carla

“Not really, just some weirdos at a comic shop,” He said as he looked out the side of the old military truck.

“I’m starting to think this town is nothing but weirdos,” (Y/N) laughed as she stopped the truck in a parking lot.

“What, like the ones you were with last night?” Said taunted his older sister.

“They weren’t weirdos,” (Y/N) scoffed as she parked the old truck.

“Were too! You just wanted to make out with them so bad you didn't notice!” Sam whined as he hopped out of the truck.

“Okay Stripesy, why don’t you go to your little comic store friends,” (Y/N) before parting ways with her brother at the boardwalk.

As she walked away she could hear her little brother shout, “They’re not my friends!”

(Y/N) spent most of the daytime playing games and going on rides, She can confidently say that the mini-golf here was better than the one at Golf n’ Stuff back in Phoenix… mostly because it wasn't outside in the scorching sun. Speaking of the sun, (Y/N) took this chance to sit on the beach and watch the sun lower itself over the horizon. I guess I could get use to this she thought as she held her knees to her chest. Once it was a little darker (Y/N) headed over to the video store figuring she could catch Lucy at the end of her shift.

Coming up on the store, (Y/N) poked her head into the entrance but before she could greet her mom she was met by the sight of her flirting with her new boss… whatever his name was. That suit-wearing-hipster-asshole! (Y/N) knows her mom and dad were in anything but a happy marriage but to see her flirting with someone else so soon? Before she knew it (Y/N) had tears coming down her eyes. In a fit of silent rage she ran away from the store and all the way down the boardwalk to the red gates where she was the night before.

Sometime must’ve past while (Y/N) sat there on the ground crying once she heard the motorcycles roar their way up to the fence. They came screeching to a halt when Paul shouted, “Hey move out- oh it’s the chick from the other night.”

“Oh hey, sorry,” (Y/N) said as she dried her face and stood up.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Asked Marko as he jumped off his bike.

“It’s just family stuff, sort of,” (Y/N) answered as she leaned against the fence.

“I’m going for a walk, do you want to come with? To get your mind off of things?” Asked Star as she stood in front of (Y/N)

With a smile on her face (Y/N) said, “No, I think I’ll stay behind but thanks Star…”

Star gave (Y/N) a look of sympathy before disappearing into the crowd.

“So…” Marko said, realizing neither him nor any of the boys knew the name of the girl standing with them.

“(Y/N),” she responded.

“So (Y/N) what do you want to do?” Marko went back to his question.

“I’m not sure really, I was thinking about other things so much that I didn’t really come up with anything,” (Y/N) shrugged.

“Let’s walk,” Dwayne suggested, his voice had an asserting tone but not as intense as David’s.

Letting out a small laugh (Y/N) said, “Yeah, I could go for a good walk right now.”

Just as the group was about to start walking around David threw (Y/N) his long black coat leaving him with a worn down leather jacket and a black crew shirt.

“You don’t need this?” (Y/N) asked, the answer was pretty obvious.

“You looked cold,” David said, not even looking over at (Y/N) as he tried to light the cigarette between his lips.

“I didn’t feel cold,” (Y/N) responded, lightly taunting the scruffy bleach blonde.

“Just keep it on,” David demanded.

Before any major fun happened Dwayne had introduced (Y/N) to the youngest member of the gang, Laddie. A small and shy little boy, he kind of reminded (Y/N) of Sam when he was that age. The two didn’t talk much but throughout the night he opened up a little going as far as to walk next to (Y/N) when the group was aimlessly moving through the crowds at the boardwalk.

The group walked around for a bit playing some stall games along the boardwalk and visiting the various tourist shops. At various times some of the boys would leave to do whatever, sometimes saying they were “Gonna go grab a bite”. The group settled back at the bikes, talking, laughing, just hanging out. While talking to Marko (Y/N) caught sight of two very familiar figures.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, rolling her eyes

“Huh, what’s up?” Marko asked, à confused look on his face.

“My brother, that’s him over there with Star, no doubt he’s whipped already,” (Y/N) laughed as she leaned against the red fence.

“If that’s your brother then we should go say hello,” David insisted to the group.

Before she knew it all the boys were on their bikes, Dwayne pulling Laddie up onto his. “You should get on,” Marko suggested to (Y/N). Figuring what was about to happen she complied and swung her leg over the back of Marko’s bike before he revved it. With all said & done David smudged out his cigarette and the group rode over to where Michael & Star were.

Once the group got up to the couple it was an entirely different atmosphere. More taunting & menacing, nothing like the playful and carefree night (Y/N) was having just minutes ago. The boys surrounded Michael blocking any sort of way he had to get out on his red off-roader. That’s when he saw her, his own little sister, with these assholes?! What the hell was she thinking? Michael didn’t say anything out of visible intimidation, it’s exactly what they wanted.

“Where you going Star?” David asked, his tone sharp & assertive

Avoiding eye contact with an annoyed look on her face she answered, “For a ride, this is Michael.”

“Let’s go,” Michael said, grabbing her hand to guide her onto his bike.

“Star,” David said, expectantly.

The three shared glances with one another for a good few seconds before Star finally walked over to David and got on his bike. What the hell is this? (Y/N) thought, completely confused by the change in everyone’s attitudes. This was completely conflicting because while (Y/N) was having a great time…it looks like her brother will have the worst.

“You know where Hudson’s Bluff is, overlooking the point?” David asked Michael

With a you’re kidding me look on his face Michael answered, “I can’t beat your bike.”

In a teasing and demeaning tone David said, “You don’t have to beat me Michael, y’just have to try n’ keep up.”

As if there was some unspoken agreement to the situation the boys started their bikes. Marko took one hand off the bars & placed it over (Y/N)‘s interlocked fingers before zipping off. “Make sure you’re holding on real tight!” He shouted over his shoulder. “Oh trust me, I am!” (Y/N) said, burying her face into his patch work jacket to avoid the sand being kicked up.

And off they went.

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never go out of style

josh jenkinson x stylist! reader

authors note: I had loads of fun with this one! this one is for the josh girlies. also its so fluffy, as all my stuff is, life is sad enough so my fics will probs always be soft lol !

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Her work ranges from musicians to actors, and we're just as excited to see what she gets up to !!

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yourusername incase you dont follow bryantartists, I've been PROMOTED! they did a truly lovely post featuring some of my clients but I had to note my love for the boys who to a risk on a no name stylist who was looking for her first client. inhalerdublin a girl never forgets her first 🤠 (@eli please give the leather jacket a rest some more xx )

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inhalerdublin we are back to work and yourusername has removed all leather jackets from the premises... the withdrawl symptoms are kicking in.

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yourusername inhaler girlies bare with me, it'll be worth it I promise !!

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bryantartists inhalerdublin for british gq styled by yourusername !

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yourusername a gift for the inhaler girlies !! so I usually get my clients to send me pics of their outfits, for the portfolio and what not. but the lads pics have gotten increasingly more dramatic over time, so I guess enjoy ? 🤷

tagged: inhalerdublin

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bobbyskeetz now when oh when did you see our favourite stylist.....

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-finished-

would LOVE to know you're thoughts! come chat about this fic or even ideas you have for my next one??

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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👑 Being Seijoh's Manager 👑

Oikawa Hurts Our Precious Manager

and Iwaizumi's Crush

Iwaizumi Hajime featuring Seijoh x GN reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, kithes 😘

AN: This is an Anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

I would just like everyone to be aware that I am a complete simp for Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, Athletic Trainer ✌🏻

Now that we got that out of that way 🙃

YN you freaking amazing person

How did you ever manage to nab the eye of Seijoh's Ace player

Its probably because you are stunning and literally perfection 💅🏼

Anyways, it's happened and we are all so jealous

You are so incredible sweet and kind

It's not wonder Iwa is attracted to you

Plus you pay attention to him more than Oikawa

It's probably because you regard Iwa as the ACTUAL Captain of Seijoh

Our Kings 💅🏼

Mom's favorite team

However, I do think Iwa struggles to express that he likes you

This man is insecure deep down

Like he's a natural leader but he's also a Gemini so like, it's understandable

You have a few classes with Iwa and you purposely sit next to him

Because you have a crush on him too 😉

You slowly become friends with him

And seriously, he falls more for you everyday

Eventually this man is walking to class with you, having lunch with you

Said lunch often includes 3 tag alongs and multiple appearances from other team members

Actually it's the idea of you first being the teams manager comes up at lunch

"Hey YN have you found a club yet?"- Makki

"No unfortunately, why do you know of anything?"- You, completely oblivious to what door you just opened

Makki and Mattsun look at each other and then at Iwa

Please they 1000% know Iwa is crushing on you

And since they are little shits they will take any opportunity to throw Iwa under the bus 🙃

"I have a great idea! Why don't you become out manager"- Mattsun 😏

Please Iwaizumi chokes in his food

You quickly pat his back and rub it

Hajime Iwaizumi.exe has stop functioning

"Haji are you ok?"- you, concerned

"Yeah I'm fine, just swallowed funny"- Iwa

"That's what she said"- Makki

Please that joke never gets old 🤣

"You guys really need a manager? I mean i thought you'd have a million applicants wjth Oikawa as Captain"- you, probing

"My senses are tingling, did someone mention my name?"- Oikawa now joing you

Pls 😑🙄

"We were just discussing you guys needing a manager"- you

"Well we do YN but unfortunately the manager cannot have a crush on me"- Oikawa, sitting down and winking 😉

"😐 Oh that's not a problem Oikawa I don't like you"- you, looking dead in his eyes

Mattsun and Makki die 💀 literally fall over with laughter

"YN-chan that's rude!"- Oikawa, highly offender

"Shittykawa not everyone likes you!"- Iwaizumi looking for the nearest volleyball

"I'm being honest Oikawa 🤷‍♀️ also I'd be happy to be your manager if you'll have me"- You 🤗

"Sure YN"- Iwa answering first and smiling at you 🙂

You smile back 😊

"Get a room you two"- Makki, rolling his eyes

"You want a volleyball to the head?"- Iwa glaring at Makki

"Chill killer"- Makki 😏

And that's the story of how you became manager

And lived happily ever after 🙌🏻

Just kidding!

You manage Seijoh YN, you think you'll get off that easily 🤣🤣🤣🤣

The first few weeks of practice go well!

The boys all take in instant liking to you

Oikawa is Oikawa but honestky what did you expect 😐

Iwaizumi has made it very clear that if anyone messes with you that he will ensure their time on the Seijoh Team is temporary 🙃

When he's all authoritative 🥵 am I right?

The boys all definitely think your cute but they respect Iwaizumi

Except for one person 😃

Bet you can't guess who 🙄

Please he will flirt with you right up to the line and then back off

Just enough to piss Iwa off but insure he doesn't get a volleyball cannoned at his skull

"Oh YN-Chan let me help you with those heavy waterbottles! You work so hard"- Oikawa

Iwaizumi is glaring 😑

"It's fine Oikawa it's my job" -you giving Oikawa nothing 👏🏻

"YN-chan sit with me on the bus"- Oikawa

"No Im fine with Hajime"- you, sitting next to our favorite boy ☺️

This is literally how Oikawa is

Every 👏🏻 Single 👏🏻 DAY

And boy does it wear on Iwaizumi 😅

One day, the team is playing a scrimmage match against each other

Iwaizumi, Makki, Kunimi and Kindaichi vs Oikawa, Yahaba, Watari and Mattsun

All is going well

You are taking notes on technique and ways you think the boys could improve

The coach stands up, dropping his papers all over the floor

"Here I'll help!"- you being an Angel 😇

"Thank you so much YN"- coach

You start picking the papers up just as our resident cannon takes his turn to serve

You see where this is going and let me tell you it isn't pretty

Oikawa serves 🏐

Makki sees its headed out of bounds and calls it

Just as you stand up

Everyone sees what's going to happen but like it happens too fast

Kindaichi manages a "YN look out-" but it's too late

Volleyball meeting YN's face

You instantly get knocked down, hit right in your nose and mouth

Seriously tho, I've taken a volleyball to the face and it hurts 😬

So imagine that pain with Oikawa's power behind it

Everyone is stunned

Iwa runs 🏃‍♂️ to you

Oikawa 👉🏻😐😳😱 holy shit YN

Everyone else is just like 👉🏻👁👄👁

They honestly can't believe that just happened

Meanwhile you are sitting there, nose bleeding and trying to cover it up

"YN baby are you ok?"- Iwaizumi

Yes he uses a pet name, he's fucking concerned people 👏🏻

Tears are welling in your eyes and the blood is now on your hands and down your arms

"Shit grab me a towel"- Iwa

Yahaba runs and grabs a towel

"Iwaizumi take YN to the nurse now!"- Coach

"Come on YN let's get you up"- Iwa

"It hurts so bad Haji"- you, crying 🥺

"I know baby hold on"- Iwa, full on picking you up and kissing your forehead

Instant medication 🥰

"YN I'm so sorry!"- Oikawa

Please Iwa's stare is literally worse than him throwing a ball at Oiks head 😅

Kindaichi and Yahaba go with as Oikawa is left to wonder his fate

In the nurses office, Iwa sets you on the table and the nurse checks you over

"You have a split lip and bloody nose YN. You'll have a nasty bruise there and it's going to be painful but once I get you stitched up all will be good"- the nurse, smiling

Iwa is sitting next to you when you grab his hand

"It's ok Haji, I'm fine"- You

"I'm going to murder Oikawa"- Iwaizumi planning Oikawa's death in stages

"Haji, Torū didn't mean for that the happen. It was an accident"- You trying to save the teams captain from death and Iwa from prison

"Yeah I guess"- Iwa not convinced

The nurse gets you stitched up and gives you pain killers and an ice pack to help the swelling

You go back to the gym and find Oikawa crying in the middle of the gym

"Omg what happened?"- YN, the dedicated manager running to Oikawa

"Omg YN you aren't dead"- Oikawa, jumping up and hugging you

"What?"- you confused 😕

"We may or may not have convinced Oikawa that he killed you"- Makki and Mattsun 😗 🎶

Please 🙄😅

Iwaizumi is now standing behind you, glaring at his victim

"Iwa I swear I didn't mean to hurt your crush"- Oikawa

Wait ✋️ did he just say-

Oop-

"LOSERKAWA YOU BETTER RUN"- Iwaizumi

You block Iwa from killing Oikawa

"Haji you like me?"- You

Iwaizumi 👉🏻😳😰 umm yes-

You smile and give him a small kiss 💋

Iwaizumi Hajime, 18, Seijoh's Ace player has passed away 🪦

"I really like you too Hajime"- you, blushing

"Wait- you do?"- Iwa 🤨

Why the heck are you questioning it!

"Yeah I really do"- You

Iwaizumi will totally pick you up and spin you around, kissing you again 😍

"I'm glad my plan worked"- Oikawa

You and Iwaizumi look at him 😐

"What plan?"- Mattsun

"My masterplan- to get Iwa-chan and YN-chan together"- Oikawa, really thinking he did something 😏

"Your masterplan was to hit me in the face with a volleyball and almost break my nose just so Haji and I would start dating?"- You confused yet again

"That's exactly right- don't worry you two can thank me later"- Oikawa, walking away

Iwaizumi looks at you "can I?"

"Please do"- You giving the all clear

Iwaizumi runs, grabs a volleyball and chucks it at Oikawa so hard

The man goes flying

Literally he is channeling Hinata in this moment 👇🏻

Minus the sad responses 😅

"IWA-CHAN, YN-CHAN IS THIS HOW YOU THANK ME?"- Oikawa now on the floor

"It could be worse"- you, turning to face iwa and smiling 😊

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Little Brothers

Trigger warning - really weird shit mentioned.

“Porsche!” Tankhun said, bursting into Porsche’s office that morning as Porsche sighed heavily.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it could have been an email, Phi,” Porsche said.

“Have you read Brown Legacy by 22xx?” Tankhun asked, slamming his phone down on Porsche’s desk.

“I have not,” Porsche replied, slowly struggling to type out what he was working on before Takhun arrived.

“It’s about our brothers,” Tankhun stated.

Tankhun had to be talking about the site and if he was, then it was romance. Seeing as Porsche had only one brother, it had to be Chay, but there was no way the story would feature Kinn. Most writers liked to explore Kinn’s infatuation with Porsche. Not Chay. Which meant that Tankihun was talking about-

“You mean Kim and Chay?”

“Yes,” he said. “Why aren’t you more worried about this? They’re writing disgusting stories about your baby brother,” he said, emphasizing “baby”. “And Kim.”

“It’s fiction. Let them have their fun.”

“Have you seen the tags on the story?”

“It doesn’t matter. They can write whatever they want.”

“Non-con,” Tankhun said, reading from his phone as he began pacing. “Enemies-to-lovers.”

“Understandable.”

“About a sixteen-year-old boy?” Taknhun asked.

Porsche paused for a second, thinking about that. Generally, he tended to avoid stories that had his brother in them because he didn’t want that in his brain. Not when those stories were spank-bank material. But now that Tankhun was mentioning it, Porsche wasn't so sure he liked the idea of grown men writing about his brother in that way.

“Okay, maybe it’s a little weird that they’re writing that,” Porsche conceded.

“Only the stories? Aren’t you worried about what this means for your brother and Kim?”

“It’s fiction, Phi. They’re not going to read it and do everything they see there.”

“This, coming from the man who re-enacts his own sex stories.”

Porsche cringed again, praying for the millionth time that his brother was nothing like him.

“There’s outrageous stuff in here. Which might be fine, if I didn't think it would affect impressionable young minds like Chay’s.”

Porsche reached for the phone with a worried frown as Tankhun gave it to him. Quickly, he scanned the tags, looking for what was so wrong with them, and with each tag, Porsche’s eyes just kept getting wider and wider because…

Orgasm denial…

Bestiality…

Incest…

Skat…

“Oh my god!” Porsche threw the phone away.

“You see my problem?” Tankhun asked.

“They shouldn’t be writing that.”

Tankhun stopped moving as he faced Porsche. “I think we’re both worried about different things here.”

“We have to shut that site down right now.”

“No, we have to make sure that Kim stays the fuck away from Chay.”

“What?” Porsche asked, a little confused by Tankhun’s words.

“Look, Kim’s soul is old and wretched and dead, but Chay is still an angel. We have to keep them away from each other and make sure that Kim never gets it into his head that Chay is a viable romantic option.”

“Oh,” Porsche said, staring into Tankhun’s face and wondering how to explain to Tankhun that that ship had sailed.

Months ago. Porsche had known about Kim and Chay for a while and the fact that Tankhun thought the site would be to blame for that would have been funny if Porsche wasn’t plotting the destruction of the MansionOfMen website, right at that very second.

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taliskermortem · 9 months

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okay so the only friend's trailer

a lot happened

a lot

i broke it down and in just over two and a half minutes they fitted in fifty scenes

(i've listed them under the cut)

all character names come from mydramalist so if they're wrong then my bad; if i know the actor but not the character name, i've put the actor's name in brackets; if i have absolutly no idea who the actor even is, i've put a question mark - if anyone can fill those in please do so

but anyway

Top/Mew – having sex on the kitchen counter (not very sanitary boys)

Top/Mew/Ray – outside party, Top being posessive and Ray being mad about it; ‘Mew only has one boyfriend’

Top/Boston – car sex

Sand/Ray – car smile (part of me want first to smile all the time and part of me knows i would not be able to handle it if he did)

Sand/Ray – BED FRIENDS share cigarettes; ‘do I need to pamper you and call you sugar daddy’

Sand/Ray – kiss on the floor with the booze

Boston/Nick – FRIEND WITH BENEFITS electronics store, broken phone

Boston/Nick – making out

Top/Mew – BOYFRIEND laser tag ‘when I take aim I never miss’

Sand/Ray – morning after ‘are you going to charge me… save your money for a shrink’ (ICONIC LINE but also... sex worker sand? i'm so curious where this is going to go)

Top/Mew – sharing shower; 'my only concern was whether or not i came'

Top/Mew – sharing biscuit; 'i just want to make you as happy as possible'

Boston/Nick – red room; ‘you should be glad to be my favourite’

Sand/Nick – argument ‘you hurt my feelings... he's an asshole, why do you even care about him?’ (okay i'm so curious about this friendship because let's be real this is like the only moment in the entire trailer where any of them even look close to being friends)

Namchueam/Mew/Ray/Boston – ‘friends don’t do this to each other’; confrontation with Boston where he gets full on kicked into the pool

Sand/Ray – argument ‘what are we to each other’

Mew/Ray/Top – Mew and Ray hug, I think Top sees this

Mew/Top – argument ‘why do I have to learn this when I already love you’; crying back hug

Sand/Ray – argument ‘you think my life is better with you but it’s going to hell’; Sand throws glass jar on floor

Sand/Ray – ‘now you’re in my life I won’t let you walk away’ (okay total 180 from the previous scene we're definitely in for a rollercoaster of emotions aren't we)

Sand/Ray – record store smile (another first smile to hurt me)

Boston/Nick – electronics store ‘I just want you to love me... I never loved you’ (oh these two are so messy i cannot wait) ONLY FRIENDS, MY ASS

Top/Mew – dancing

Sand/Ray – sitting in bed hug (and another first smile)

Sand/Ray – guitar holding hands

?/Boston – sex scene (okay who is this with? neo is just picking up all the boys isn't he)

(Papang)/Nick – office kiss (GUMPA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?)

Namchueam/(Nonnie) – cheek kiss (les... lesbians? pretty please)

Boston/Nick – swimming trunks on the jetty tickling and cheek kiss (this is adorable i'm going to get whiplash watching this)

Top/Mew – library smile

Top/Mew – lying in bed, Top looking at sleeping Mew and rolling over to hug him

Ray – at the strip club surrounded by women

Sand/Ray – car kiss (same shirt as outside the party)

Pills scattered on counter (i hope they handle whatever this is well)

Top/Mew – shower kiss (continuation of earlier scene)

Sand/Ray – Ray singing in a club and Sand watching him NO MORE ‘FRIENDS’

Sand – playing in a band

JENNIE – Yo on the table with a mic (ITS JENNIE AND SHE'S LOOKING FINE)

Sand – dropping phone and stamping on it

Sand/Ray – undressing, touching tattoo (i wonder what khaotung makes of that tattoo featuring in these scenes like that is actually on his body i believe)

Top/Mew – outside studying side hug

Top/Sand – confrontation and fight ‘it’s clear you can’t take care of what you have’ (I AM SO CURIOUS WHAT IS GOING ON)

Namchueam/? – hand on shoulder of guy sitting down looking upset (who is this? what is going on? i need to know)

Sand/Ray – fighting, push Sand to floor (rude)

Boston/Mew – fighting in the pool (hilarious)

Sand/Ray – sitting in car, Sand says ‘I’ll never take someone like you as my boyfriend’ (boy oh boy)

Sand/Ray – sitting in the bathtub (voiceover ‘can’t you make an exception for me’ - wonder where this line will actually feature)

Sand/Nick – Nick sobbing whilst Sand hugs him (continuation of earlier scene, i'm going to love this friendship i can feel it)

Ray/Mew? – Ray sobbing shirtless whilst someone hugs him from behind ( I think it’s Mew because of the glasses)

Sand – sitting on the floor screaming-crying and breaking my heart

there are some scene from the pilot trailer that i really hope they keep in as well, i liked the mood and styling from that trailer a lot but i guess we'll have to wait and see

#yes this was excessive but my brain needed to process it and apparently this was the way to do it #only friends #ofts #if you spot something that's wrong please tell me

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 2 years

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PART 20

“So exciting, really, congratulations!”

“Thank you so much,” you smoothed out your skirt, adjusted on the sofa across from James Corden. “I really did not think I was going to win. I was telling everyone all night, there was no way! I didn’t believe it.”

“You didn’t believe it?” He asked, the audience chuckled.

“No! I mean--I’m very proud of my album and the music I put out but there were so many amazing nominees, I just--I don’t know, I thought my night was over.”

“You must have gone out though, afterwards, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yeah--we went to a party that my publishing company hosted, actually.”

“You and your date, Jason Sudeikis,” James smiled.

You laughed when the audience clapped at his name. “That’s the one, yeah.”

“Talk about a surprising couple--I don’t think any of us saw that coming and now it’s something that makes so much sense, people adore the two of you.”

The audience cheered, you laughed and admitted: “I don’t think we saw it coming either, I did not expect it at all. Wouldn’t change it though, he’s amazing.”

“You were in London with him this spring, right? You’ve been out there?”

“I have, yeah, we’ve been living out there while he films the third season of Ted Lasso--”

Another eruption of excitement from the crowd.

“What an amazing show,” James said seriously. “Do they all know they’ve struck gold?”

“They do,” you nodded, “I think, in a super humble way. And mostly because I tell them all the time--it’s so good.”

James nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. “You actually brought Jason here with you, today, right? He’s backstage?”

“He is,” you confessed, a hint of suspicion on your features when he laughed. “He’s back there somewhere.”

“Well we had a fun idea--can we bring Jason out? We talked to him earlier!”

The crowd stood and applauded, you laughed when James stood and Jason walked out from behind the same curtain you’d hid behind only ten minutes earlier. He waved at the crowd, his outfit more casual than yours when he came to sit beside you on the couch.

He slung an arm around your shoulder after he hugged James, pressed a kiss to the side of your head when you looked up at him.

“I’m nervous,” you said, a glance between him and James.

“Nervous?” James asked, the audience laughed. “Why would you be nervous?”

“Something about the two of you conspiring behind my back--”

“Conspiring?” Jason asked, cutting you off. “That feels like an aggressive word to use!”

“No, we--we actually did conspire,” James admitted, a boisterous laugh when the audience joined in.

“Yeah,” Jason nodded. “We did, one-hundred percent.”

“We decided it would be fun to bring Jason out and play a game--are you up for that?”

As if there was a way to get out of it now. “I will give anything a shot, I guess” you shrugged, legs still crossed on the sofa.

“Okay,” James stood, “so come over here, we’ve got two seats for you. We had the help of both of your wonderful assistants to help with this, alright? This is a game we’re calling Who Knows Who?”

“Oh boy,” Jason followed over, took his seat on a stool as you climbed up and did the same. “Really creative name,” he teased James.

“Yeah--we’re running out of creativity here,” he rolled his eyes.

You took the seat beside Jason and let out a breath--how bad could it be?

“We figured: who knows you both better than your assistants?” James explained, a smile in your direction before he turned back to the camera. “So we asked them to give answers to questions about the two of you, and you’re each competing against the other’s assistant.”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “You’re not gonna beat Mia!”

“No,” Jason shook his head seriously. “I probably won’t.”

“We have these for you--here you go,” James handed you both paddles, green, true on one side, red, false on the other. “We do have videos, so Y/N, you’re up first. Are you ready?”

“No,” you mimicked Jason from a second ago, a laugh up at James. “But I will do my best.”

“Good, alright--first up: Jason was born in 1975.”

“Yes--true!” you flipped the paddle around to have the green side showing, the audience applauded when Jason nodded.

On the screen behind you a video of Cara appeared--webcam quality as she read the same question from the screen. “Uh, yes--yeah, I think so--sounds right to me,” she pushed her glasses up on her nose and a bell dinged in the studio, correct!

“That feels like an easy start,” he commented.

“They increase in difficulty as we go,” James laughed. “Don’t worry. Next one: Jason has been in over 30 movies.”

“Oh huh,” you thought out loud for a second. You stole a look over at Jason.

“Don’t look at me like I’m gonna tell you,” he laughed, the audience followed suit.

“I’m not! That feels like a lot though,” you looked back to James.

He nodded, watching you with intrigue, “It does feel like a lot…”

“I’m saying false.”

“Alright, let’s see what Cara said,” James motioned back to the screen.

“I think that’s true,” she talked to herself with a nod. “I know he’s done over ten since I started working with him, so--I’m gonna go with true for that one.”

You let out a groan, Jason laughed when James laughed at the buzzer noise, wrong!

“Okay, alright, Cara, two, Y/N, one--let’s see: Jason’s go-to starbucks order is a caramel latte.”

You held up the paddle, “that’s true, I’m pretty sure. I know he likes them.”

The video played again, Cara nodded with confidence. “As the person who gets that for him a lot, yes, 100% true.” She cheered for herself in the pre-tape when the answer was revealed on her laptop.

“Alright,” James smiled. “Last one for you, Jason never leaves the house without his a deck of cards.”

“True,” you nodded quickly, “I’ve been a victim of far too many mediocre magic tricks.”

“They’re not mediocre,” Jason defended. “They’re just bad, terrible, really.”

The audience laughed at the banter between the two of you, James smiled when he flipped to a new card of questions. “Jason--she got three of four right, that’s pretty good.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Seventy-five percent, that’s not bad.”

“Do you think you can beat it?”

“Uh,” he laughed. “I don’t know--we’ll have to see.” He turned to you and reached his hand for yours. “Don’t break up with me if I suck.”

“No promises,” you smiled, just to make the audience laugh.

“Alright, alright--first one: Y/N grew up in New Jersey.”

“Uh, yep,” he flipped his paddle to the green side. “True. I’ve seen it.”

“You’ve seen New Jersey?” James teased.

“I have,” Jason nodded, “and her parents' house.”

“Alright,” James turned to the screen. This time, Mia read the question off of her laptop, you recognized her living room and smiled at the sight of your assistant/friend.

“She did,” Mia nodded in the pre-tape. “Northern Jersey, she would correct you on that, but yes. True!”

You nodded at Mia’s words--North Jersey, to be exact! The audience clapped when Jason pumped his fist in victory.

“Don’t get too confident,” James warned. “They get harder, remember? Next up: Y/N grew up with a pet dog.”

“Ooh,” Jason thought on it for a second, watched you with narrowed eyes as the audience waited for his answer. A few people shouted yes, some called out no!

James turned and laughed, “no one helped Y/N when she struggled!”

“Yeah that’s unfair, guys!” You looked out to crowd, squinted through the stage lights.

“Alright, alright--my vote is false, I don’t think you did. I feel like I would have heard about it.”

“Alright,” James nodded. “Let’s see what Mia has to say.”

Mia smiled and read the question. “Yes--I’m pretty sure his name was Hank, but it’s definitely true.”

“Hank?” Jason turned to you. “Why haven’t I heard about him?”

“My parents had him before I was born,” you defended with a giggle. “He died, like, before I started kindergarten!”

“Well rest in peace Hank--”

“You’ve gotta stay on this, Jason, or you could lose! Next one: Y/N has won how many Grammys?”

Jason smiled at you quickly, a subtle acknowledgement of your recent--and under the influence--addition. “Eight in total, I believe.”

The crowd cheered at that, Mia confirmed it was right and then James read the final one.

“Alright, Jason--last chance here. You’ll either tie or lose, so--Y/N’s pre-show ritual includes calling her mom.”

Jason let out a quick laugh, “I mean--I haven’t necessarily seen that yet, but I feel good about saying that’s true,” he nodded, adjusting his paddle to match.

The video rolled of Mia, she laughed like Jason and nodded. “True--yeah, she calls her mom right before she goes on stage. She gets kind of annoyed if her mom doesn’t answer, too.”

The audience cheered again and James turned to you. “Really? You get annoyed? Do you call her over and over?”

“No--but it’s like, she knows where I am, she knows when I have a show.”

“She’s got a life,” Jason reminded you.

“She does,” you laughed.

“And you both tied!” James smiled, “which is good because I feel like if one of you won it might have gotten messy.”

“Absolutely,” Jason nodded. “Punches thrown, for sure.”

James took you out to commercial break, the lights above the cameras cut off and Jason turned to you when Justine showed up to refresh your lipstick.

“I knew about Hank.”

“You did?” You asked, lips parted as Justine swiped another layer on.

“Your dad mentioned him once--but I figured letting you win was the nice thing to do.”

Justine laughed at that and you rolled your eyes. “We tied, I didn’t win.”

He leaned in and kissed you on the forehead before he fell into step with James. “Every relationship needs compromise, baby.”

Mid-April brought you back to London for another few nights. Production ramped up as the weather got nicer, meaning Jason spent more late nights on set. A week after the Grammys, Mia sat cross legged on the floor and helped you pack.

“Everything’s finalized for Monday morning,” she said, a glass of wine in her hand as she looked over your upcoming itinerary. “We’ll have to leave here around seven.”

“Right,” you nodded, glancing over the dress you’d pulled for Otis’ birthday party. Was it too much? Too young? Should you even go?

“And our flight will land early in New York--you’ve got rehearsals that afternoon.”

“Mhm,” you acknowledged. You’d been prepping for this, packing everything up, heading back to New York and the apartment you’d called home--the one that was a whole thirty minutes from Jason.

Mia glanced up at you now with a pity smile, your one word answers tipped her off. “You guys are going to be fine.”

A sigh when you brought your eyes over to her. “I know--I know we will be.”

“It’s normal to feel anxious though--you’ve been living with him for the past four months.”

“Yeah--”

“He’ll be out for opening night,” she reminded.

“Is this not birthday party appropriate?” You held the dress up against your frame, looked down at the floral pattern and then waited for Mia’s reply.

“Wait--are you being weird because you guys aren’t gonna live together back in New York or are you nervous about this weekend?”

Otis had been begging for a sleepover--movies and pizza and cupcakes, that’s what he’d said a few weeks ago at dinner when Jason asked how he wanted to celebrate. The thought drifted out of your mind with the trip to the West Coast and as you got busier with ironing out the wrinkles in the last few weeks of tour prep.

But then Jason came home a few nights ago and reminded you: Otis’ party this weekend, Olivia said we can come by for a bit.

“Both,” you finally answered Mia’s question. “But mostly the party.”

“Well,” she downed the last of her wine. “Unfortunately I am not the person to ask about appropriate kid’s birthday party attire.”

You looked over at the clock on your nightstand and did the math on your fingers. You pulled out your phone and opened up FaceTime, only three rings before she answered.

“What a lovely surprise,” Blake smiled into the phone when she came into view.

“I am in need of wardrobe assistance,” you informed, “I’m with Mia.”

“My favorite,” Blake said.

“Wardrobe assistance or me?” Mia called from the floor.

“Both!” Blake smiled.

You let out a laugh at their friendship but flipped the camera around. “Okay--so Otis is having a birthday party and Jason and I are going for a little bit--it’s at Olivia’s. Is this dress too much?”

“Yes,” Blake nodded, her forehead creased when she pushed her face closer to the camera to inspect the outfit in question. “How old is he, like, eight?”

You nodded.

“Yeah--you need like, jeans and a sweater or something. You might get paintballed or some shit so don’t wear anything that fancy.”

“See?” You looked at Mia. “I knew it.”

Blake rolled her eyes at you playfully. “So Olivia’s hosting?”

“She is--five boys and a sleepover. Daisy’s gonna stay with us for the night so that’s good.”

“You sound like such a mom,” Blake teased.

“I do not--”

“You do,” Mia agreed. “In a good way.”

“Alright, well--don’t say that to Olivia,” you made a face.

“Right, you know--since I talk to her so much,” Blake joked.

Once upon a time, back before you knew Jason and long before Jason and Olivia went their separate ways, Blake had dinner with Olivia a few times, never really liked her all that much, she told you one night over a glass of wine.

Jason and Ryan had been friends forever--so it made sense that once in a while Blake and Olivia would cross paths and mingle like the successful industry people they were.

But her loyalty was with you as evidenced by the way her nose scrunched at the mention of her name.

“If you and Jason are in this for the long haul then Olivia should be happy you’re so good with the kids,” Mia reminded from her spot on the floor. She folded a sweatshirt and tucked it into a suitcase before she looked up at you.

“I know,” you shrugged absentmindedly. “But I’m not their mom and I don’t want to step on any toes.”

“Does she know that you guys are--you know--” Blake wiggled her eyebrows in excitement.

“I have no clue,” you answered honestly. “And I have no idea when it might happen, I mean, I’m leaving soon and I have the tour and he’s still busy filming. It might just not be the right time right now.”

Blake nodded, lips set in a thin line as Mia smiled.

“What?” You asked Blake, “what do you know?”

“Nothing,” she smiled. “I know absolutely nothing.”

“I can’t even see your face and I can tell you’re lying,” Mia laughed.

Blake rolled her eyes. “Guys talk, Y/N.”

“So Jason told Ryan something,” Mia translated.

“You have to tell me!” You said quickly, moving to sit on the bed as you bounced in anticipation. “Wait--no, don’t. I don’t know. Is it good? Will I want to know?”

“I think you have packing to do,” Blake said with a sweet smile. “Love youuuuu, bye!”

Blake was right, which became obvious when you walked into Olivia’s house with a wrapped present in hand. You dodged three kids in the first thirty seconds, caught a lamp that someone almost knocked off a console table, and then followed Jason through the house and found Daisy watching her brother with arms crossed over her chest.

“Hey Dais--” Jason greeted, she turned and smiled at the sound of his voice. “Where’s mom?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Hopefully getting me earplugs.”

You laughed at her attitude, went to stand next to her when Jason disappeared into the house to find her.

“That bad already?”

Daisy sighed. “Boys are loud.”

“Well, then you’ll be happy to know I had Mia pick up strawberry ice cream for us tonight.”

She looked up at you with a toothy grin. “And sprinkles?!”

“And sprinkles,” you nodded. “And I’m pretty sure your dad is gonna let us have Mac n’ Cheese, too.”

“Thank god,” she said.

You sat with her for a while on the grass, watched as the boys hooted and hollered like they were the only ones in Olivia’s posh neighborhood. Jason returned and Olivia came to say hi, she brought Daisy a juicebox but then retreated inside to order the pizzas.

Eventually, the excited shrieking of 8-year-old boys had you seeking shelter in the kitchen, a reprieve from the backyard soccer game that Jason was more than happy to referee.

“Oh,” you turned the corner to find Olivia doing the same, nose in her phone before she looked up to see you. “Hi--sorry, didn’t know you were in here.”

She smiled awkwardly, a laugh escaped her lips when she shrugged. “I find it’s most tolerable if you find a hiding spot.”

You nodded, guilty as charged, but rounded the island to reach for a juicebox on her counter as you tried to come up with small talk.

“Here,” she said, reaching for a glass and the already open wine bottle behind her. “This is how I make it through.” She took out the stopper and poured some. “Everytime you come in here, take a swig or two and after a few, the screaming feels more tolerable.”

You laughed, smiled when she got her own and clinked it against yours.

“Congrats on the Grammy wins, by the way--must be exciting!”

“Thank you, yeah,” you smiled. “It was a busy trip but a lot of fun.”

“And Jason said the tour starts in a few weeks?”

“Mid-May, yeah.”

Quiet for a second when you sipped more wine. Apparently she was better at small talk than you were.

“He also said you guys have talked about getting married--or engaged, whichever.” She shrugged quickly and offered an awkward smile.

But your heart was in your throat, you swallowed and nodded, glancing up at her quickly before looking back to the ruby red in your glass. Lie? Run? What on god’s green earth were you supposed to say to that?

“Oh--yeah, I don’t know when, we just said at some point--”

She smiled, almost like she knew you were nervous and felt bad for the way your heart was pounding in your chest. “That’s really good news--I just--I guess I wanted to say that the kids will be really excited, and you know, it’ll be nice to have you be part of the family officially.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a smile when you looked back up at her.

“And, you know,” she shrugged, “it’ll be nice to have someone to drink wine with at all the birthday parties.”

May in New York was always busy. The trees bloomed and your birthday always brought celebration to Manhattan, friends and family coming in for dinners and parties and this year, the tour. After two weeks apart for final rehearsals across the pond and last minute meetings, your birthday came and so did Jason and the kids.

I’m finally not dating a twenty-something, he joked all day, a family brunch at your parents house before a rented out rooftop somewhere in Tribeca.

Maddy and Ada and Evie were there, the Hadid sisters and Hailey Bieber. You drank champagne and after the sun sank beneath the skyline, one of them finally had the guts to ask.

“So--big birthday weekend,” Evie smiled. “Think you’ll get a sparkly, diamond-shaped gift at any point?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed, downplaying the excitement that sprouted roots in your chest. “Whenever it happens is fine, and I’m just trying to focus on the opening show.”

“Three days, right?”

A nod before you sipped more champagne. “And a shit ton of stuff to do in the meantime.”

The stage was going up at Madison Square Garden tomorrow, two nights before to allow a final run through in full wardrobe. Saturday night would bring friends and fans and other big names to the performance and somehow, you couldn’t tell if the tour or an impending proposal felt more nerve wracking.

“I bet he does it before the show,” Maddy chimed in.

Blake was there too, a smile on her lips as she watched the rest of your friends take guesses.

“You’re uncomfortably quiet,” Ada let her elbow bump into Blake’s.

“I plead the fifth,” she smiled, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Wait--speaking of me getting engaged,” you held up a hand, scanned the roof to make sure Jason was nowhere nearby.

He was on the other side, stood with Ryan and Nolan as he took another drink from the bartender.

“Olivia knows--she brought it up at Otis’ birthday party a few weeks ago.”

Blake looked surprised. “She knows, like, when he’s gonna do it?”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “She knows it’s happening. He mentioned it to her I guess and she said she was excited for us.”

“Wow,” Evie said. “Do you believe her?”

You thought on it for a second, glanced back over to Jason as he nodded along to whatever Ryan was saying. You thought back to the moment (was it a moment?) you shared with her in the kitchen. For the first time since you’d known her, it felt like the two of you were on the same team.

You didn’t need to be her best friend, didn’t even need to spend any time together outside of recitals or school events--but if you were going to do this, if you were going to be part of this family, it felt nice to know she could tolerate it.

“I do.”

There was a cake after sunset, thirty whole candles on top that took two tries to blow out. The streets of New York glittered below and Blake found you looking out over the city as the party thinned out. She linked her arm in yours and stared out into the night.

“Between you and me,” she eyed you quickly. “I think thirty will be your best year yet.”

You always woke up on the opening day of a tour with an inhuman level of energy. You bounced out of bed to hit the ground running before it was even 7am, coffee, a bagel on the go, a radio interview or two, venue by lunchtime.

On tours past you’d ended at Madison Square Garden, the homecoming shows were loud and exciting and it felt like the perfect place to cap off months of travel and triumph. It was Chris’ idea, this time, to open here and start the tour with the level of excitement that usually signaled the end of an era.

Which is why the green room was buzzing with friends and family the entire day, more and more people stopping by to say hello and wish you luck before you had to head to hair and make up.

Daisy sat on the couch decked out in your merch: a t-shirt, a hat, a special lanyard with her backstage pass. She munched on goldfish that Mia had secured for her, bounced on the cushions like this was sure to be the best night of her entire life.

She wanted to bring a friend, which Jason was hesitant about at first, until he’d decided bringing their nanny was the fix. I’ll be too excited, too busy to wrangle not one, but two five year olds.

Now, he sat next to her and watched as she shoved another handful of orange crackers in her mouth. “You’re that excited, huh?”

“I am!” she smiled when you clicked your phone shut. “Are you excited, Y/N?”

“I am!” you nodded, “but I’m nervous too.”

Mia briefed Chris on something behind you, your mom was with Nolan near the snacks and your dad (with Murphy, of course) was on a walk somewhere in the venue halls. Andrew and Lena were disappointed that their two babysitters (you and Nolan) were both already booked for tonight, but they found someone else and would be here by dinner time.

“You’re nervous?!” Daisy asked with wide eyes.

“Only a little,” you shrugged. “I just want it to be a good weekend.”

“It will be,” she said confidently, Mia handed you a sheet of paper, day of timeline.

Jason let his eyebrows rise in curiosity. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She lowered her voice to a loud whisper, looked between you and Jason before she smiled mischievously. “You said you have a very important question for Y/N this weekend!”

Nolan and your mom had just come closer, both of their mouths fell open in shock when Jason sputtered.

“Daisy--you don’t--we haven’t--”

Mia took Daisy’s hand, her eyes wide with excitement when she smiled at you over her shoulder. “Daisy--let’s go see the stage!”

She smiled and hopped into action, bouncing down the concrete hallway when a moment of awkwardness flooded in the room. Your mom shot you a glance before she went to chat with Chris. Nolan announced to the entire room, Jessica should be here soon--I’ll go find her.

Jason rolled his eyes. “I don’t--sorry--I shouldn’t have told her--”

“This weekend?”

“Well they’re both here and we’re gonna be apart for a while, so I figured it might be a good time, but I don’t--I can change it, it should be a surprise.”

“I do!”

He eyed you for a second. “Wrong reply,” he laughed.

“Just do it now! I don’t care!”

“You are ruining your own proposal,” he laughed, poking you in the ribs. “You have a show to put on.”

“You have a ring to put on me,” you wiggled your brows at him.

“Get out of here,” he smiled. “Now I have to think of all new shit to say to you later when I actually do it.”

“You expect me to get on stage and perform a whole show knowing that I’m getting engaged soon?!”

“You won’t be getting engaged soon if you don’t get the heck to hair and make up,” he reprimanded, a smirk set on his mouth when you leaned up to kiss him.

He gave you a slap on the ass when no one was looking, you were off to find Justine and to pull on the first of three outfits. Before you knew it, you rose up to the stage as the beat kicked in. Sixteen songs--almost two hours and so much smiling your cheeks were already sore. The adrenaline of the crowd was just as contagious as it always had been, and by the time you wiped your eyeliner off that night, you were ready to do it again.

“Starting in New York was a good call,” you said at the sink in the master bath. “Sleeping here will be better than a hotel or bus tonight. I’m always the most sore after the first show.”

“You should get massages like a football player,” he laughed, slipped his watch off and placed it on the counter, a wiggle of his eyebrows when he added: “I’d be happy to assist, though I’m not professionally trained.”

You laughed but rolled your eyes, already in sweatpants. You’d changed back at the venue, nothing worse than a jumpsuit and heeled-boots in the car home.

But now there was a knock at the door, Jason walked to open it and revealed Otis on the other side. He’d watched from the VIP section with the rest of them, his friend Patrick seemed more excited about the segways they rode around The Garden than your show, but you didn’t take it personally.

“There’s no way I’m falling asleep after tonight--” he walked into the bedroom, a sigh from between his lips as he climbed up and onto the bed.

Jason shot you a look through the doorway. Was he really coming in here, to sit with both of you atop the king-sized mattress that now felt like an ours instead of a his?

“No? Gave up after a whole ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes in kid time is like an hour in grown up time,” Otis said, duh. Footsteps in the hallway, you almost bumped into Daisy once you drained the sink.

“You too?” Jason turned to see her, a blanket draped over her shoulder and a stuffed animal in hand.

“I heard talking,” she said. “Didn’t wanna miss it.”

You both laughed at that, you walked and went to adjust your pillows, climbing under the covers when Daisy hopped up next to Otis at the foot of the bed.

“Well,” he put his hands on his hips and looked at them. “We’ve already had a really late night and it is way past everyone’s bedtime.”

Otis leaned over to Daisy and said quietly: “Maybe he wants us to leave so he can propose.”

“Guys!” He laughed at that, a shake of his head when you smiled up at him.

“If he proposes I will be sure to come wake you up,” you nodded at Daisy with a smile. “Promise.”

“I think you should do it with us in the room so we can see,” Otis looked up at him and shrugged innocently.

“Thank you for the input,” Jason nodded.

“It would be kind of cute if they were here,” you said softly, he whipped his head in your direction, eyebrows raised when you shrugged. “You know--a family affair.”

You meant it, but after knowing for almost five hours now that it was going to happen soon, the anxiety bubbled in you and probably wouldn’t stop until it was on your finger.

He shook his head at all three of you, walked over to his nightstand and tugged open the drawer. He pulled out a tiny box, flipped it over in his hand a few times before he looked up at you.

Daisy and Otis were still--maybe surprised that he’d decided to put his money where his mouth was. Your lips parted when he sat down on the edge of the bed. Daisy crawled over to sit beside you, watching when he opened it.

“Y/N--” he looked up at you. “My children should be asleep and I wish we were too, but since we’re all here, and since they love you almost as much as I do, I was wondering if you would want to, you know, make this thing official?”

“Those aren’t the right words!” Daisy said quickly, upset by his veering off script. “You have to say will you marry me!”

He laughed, looked back to you. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! She will!” Daisy bounced on the mattress and screeched in excitement.

Jason’s eyes went wide, “whoa, whoa, whoa--take it down a notch there partner--”

“He was asking Y/N,” Otis made a face at Daisy when she stuck her tongue out at her older brother.

“Guys--focus,” Jason waved the box in mid-air, all three of you looked back to the ring that was tucked inside.

You smiled at him, felt emotion well in your eyes when he pulled it out and reached to slip it on your finger. A quick nod, a sniffle that turned into a laugh when Daisy and Otis high-fived.

“What she said.”

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AN: Well, y'all, that's a wrap--FOR NOW! I wanted to find a way to tie a bow on this story and wrap things up nicely, but in a way that still allows for us all to revisit these two in the future. I've loved writing this story so much (honestly it might be the most fun writing I've ever had), and that's because of YOU. So many people got excited about this story with me and came along on the journey of exploring my writing skills for someone other than you know who. Seriously though, who knew that one anon having a dream about Jason at the right time as me developing a crush would result in a 20 chapter fic with a 100k+ wc???? lmao. ANYWAY. I hope you all stay tuned for blurbs and snippets and things to come, (tour, the met gala sounds fun, the eventual season 3 premiere of the show...I've already got lots of fun ideas cooking for blurbs) bc I don't know if I'll ever get enough of these two 🥲 also yes before anyone asks I will probably keep writing jason fic!

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