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disneyprincemuke · 2 months

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just a responsible pet owner * fem!driver

she comes home after a night of drinking, suddenly concerned about what their pets are eating

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver

notes: hi ive had this fic idea in my head FOR WEEKS and i think it's so funny so here we are

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

“be careful!” logan scolds as she pushes the door open, stumbling into the door as she opens it.

she kicks her heels off as she waves logan off who’s trailing behind her, arms held out protectively in case she were to fall into one of their shelves.

“i’m fine,” she mutters, slowly walking and swaying further into their apartment. she has her hands held out on both walls of the entryway to steady herself, desperately ignoring the way the room spins and how she’s stepping on her foot every time she walks.

“i hardly believe that. you drank too much, rocky,” logan sighs, scratching his head.

this could have been easier if she’d just agreed to let him carry her back from his car to their apartment. she wouldn’t have had to struggle stumbling everywhere in her heels, knees giving in every couple of steps.

she shakes her head. “i’m fine– oh! my kids! hello, kids!”

she drops to her knees next to the black cat by his feeding bowl, meowing at her as he puts his two front paws on her thigh. “hi, kid. did you miss me?” she grabs both sides of the cat's face, hunching over and pressing kisses to the top of the cat’s head. “i missed you. what are you doing? are you eating?”

“i think he was eating,” logan mutters. he bends over and puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “we should really get you to bed — take off your makeup and drink lots of water. how does that sound?”

she turns around, eyebrows furrowed at him with a frown. “that sounds stupid.”

he lifts his eyebrows. “oh?”

“yeah,” she hums, wrapping her arms around kidnapper, who willingly gets into her lap. “i want to cuddle with my baby.” she rests her cheek on the top of the black cat’s head, then opens her eyes. “is your food even nice?”

shortly, the corgi starts trudging up to her happily, prompting the young girl to squeak and open her arms up to the pup. stubby reciprocates and cuddles into her lap, tail wagging in happiness at her affection.

“dude,” logan repeats himself in a slightly firmer tone. “you need to drink some water and get to bed. at this rate, you’ll fall asleep on the floor.”

“wait,” she mutters, dropping the animals in her hands. she tilts her entire body and rests her head on the wall. “am i even feeding you well? is your food as yummy as you make it out to be?”

logan lets out a soft cry, his arm darting out immediately to grab her wrist before she could grab a kibble from the cat bowl. “that’s cat food.”

“i know,” she says in a whisper, her other hand coming around to tear his grip off her. “i just want to taste their food and make sure they’re eating well.”

if you had told him 5 hours ago that this would be the outcome of their night out, he wouldn’t have believed you. she’d always prided herself in having control over her body when she was drunk, but it seems that she’s just in another dimension tonight. he assumes it’s the 4 cups of margaritas that she downed in 10 minutes before he dragged them out of the club.

“that’s not for you!”

“stop telling me what not to eat! you’re not noah!” she squeaks, turning around to shove him away. “it’s just cat and dog food — i won’t get sick!”

logan throws his head back. “i can’t risk that! noah will kill me if anything happens to you before the race this weekend!”

she lets out a soft scream when he grabs both of her arms, pulling her away from the pet bowls, throwing her head back and resting it on his shoulder. “let me be the pet food police! if they’re not nice, i have to change the brand we’re getting!”

“mate, if they didn’t think it was nice, they wouldn’t be eating it!” logan fights back, pulling her arms back from darting forward to get a taste of their food. “stop trying to try it!”

“fine!” she drops her arms to her side as logan finally lets go of her. she blinks blankly and pouts her bottom lip out. “can i have a glass of water please?”

he stares at her, slightly hesitant. “you’re not going to do anything stupid?”

she shakes her head and drops it slightly, her hair falling down the sides of her face. “i’m thirsty. please?”

“okay,” logan nods, slowly scrambling to get off the floor. “stay here, okay? don’t go anywhere; i’ll help you get to bed after you drink some water.”

but he should have known better than to leave her unattended at that state. he had left for 20 seconds maximum to hurriedly get her a cup of water. when he came back, she’s lying on her stomach, chin in her hand with her elbow propped up against the ground, chewing away on something.

“hey, what the fuck are you eating?” logan screams, putting the cup down on their dining table and rushing over to where she is on the ground. “mate, you’re worse than stubby when he was a puppy! what are you eating?”

she doesn’t have the same urgency. her feet are in the air and she turns to him with doe eyes. “it’s kinda bland.” she looks at kidnapper, lying down innocently next to her. “how do you eat that, mate? it’s got no taste at all.”

she doesn’t spare logan another glance, just turns away and turns to stubby’s bowl. “what about you, tubs? what does your food taste like?”

“stop eating their food! if you’re that hungry, i’ll make you a sandwich!” logan scolds, climbing on her back to pull her away from the pets’ corner. “that’s not your food. stop eating it!”

“i need to see if their food is good food!” she continues to defend herself, pushing her arm forward in hopes that logan would be the first to give up the fight. “please! i’m a concerned pet owner!” she turns her head. “you don’t care for my kids!”

logan rolls his eyes. “yes, i do! i walk stubby every morning we’re home!”

“if you cared for them more, you’d try their food so that we know what we’re feeding them!”

“that’s not the same thing!”

“yes, it is! leave me alone!”

“rocky! pet food is not human food!”

“i just wanna try it!”

“give it up! you’ve tried kidnapper’s food and that’s enough,” logan sighs, dropping himself on the floor next to her. his hands, however, are still gripping hers and tiredly pulling her away from the bowls. “please stop trying to eat their food. it’s not for you.”

“why not?” she whines, now dropping her head to rest on her arm. “i’m being a responsible pet owner, mate.”

“no, you’re just being stupid.”

“aw, take that back!”

“but you are!”

“you’re always so mean to me!” she squeaks, lifting her head to look at him. “i’m going to bed!”

logan chuckles, “if you can get up and make it to bed by yourself, i’ll let you eat stubby’s kibble.”

she sighs loudly and drops her head again, followed by an even louder whine. “fine. you got me.”

they let the silence overcome them for a moment, his hands still gripping hers tightly. he’s let his guard down too easily once tonight and there is absolutely no way that she will get the best of him again.

“can you take me to my bed now?” she starts softly. “and i’d like that glass of water now.”

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lxndonorris · 2 months

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the racing bull - Daniel Ricciardo (SFS24)

Y/N x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smut, Teasing, Touching Daniel returns from his suit fitting with a surprise x word count: 1930+ taglist: @game-set-canet first installment of the suit fitting saga 2024, if you have any requests let me know!

The anticipation built steadily throughout the day as you waited for your boyfriend, Daniel, to return from his suit fitting. The thought of him in his new racing gear, sleek and confident, made your heart race almost as fast as his car on the track. Unfortunately, work commitments kept you from joining him, but he promised to flood your phone with pictures once he got home.

It's late at night when you hear the door swinging open. Still sitting at your desk, face buried in a dozen books, adrenaline pumps through your veins as everything is now forgotten. Daniel is back home.

Your heart races upon hearing footsteps echoing through the hallway, but then they stop.

"You didn't send me any pictures, Daniel." A bit disappointed, you turn around to find Daniel casually leaning against the doorframe. But to your surprise, instead of pulling out his phone to show you pictures, he is wearing his new racing suit.

"Surprise," he says, his voice low and husky with excitement. Daniel runs a hand down his own chest, just along the zipper of the crisp white fabric with vibrant blue accents.

Your jaw drops as you take in the sight before you. Daniel, the love of your life, stands there looking like a god among men, his muscles defined beneath the fabric, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You can't help but gasp with appreciation.

"You..... you're wearing it now?" You stammer, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

He nods, taking a step closer until you feel the warmth of his body radiating toward you.

"I wanted you to see it in the flesh." Daniel runs both hands down his chest, feeling himself grow tenser with every second. "And besides, I couldn't wait to show it off to you." He smiles before licking his lips in anticipation.

You reach out tentatively, getting up from the chair to run your fingers over the smooth fabric of his suit, marveling at how perfectly it fits him. Every contour of his athletic form is accentuated, making him look even more irresistible than usual.

Daniel enjoys your hands all over his chest, and he starts purring like a happy cat. He leans into you, his face just inches away from yours, yet your eyes are stuck at his suit, his chest, his entire body.

"You look incredible." You urmur, feeling your cheeks flush with heat.

His body is thick and huge, growing tenser with every little stroke of your hand. You know he is so excited, maybe even more than you are. The weeks before the season starts are always filled with moments like these, and sharing them with Daniel makes them even more precious.

Daniel grins, a mischievous glint in his beautifully shining eyes.

"Wanna see me strike a few poses?" He asks, already starting to flex his arms and show off his muscles through the tight suit.

You giggle, feeling a rush of affection for this man, who never fails to surprise you. "Of course," you say, stepping back to admire the view.

As he moves through a series of poses, you can't help but feel a surge of pride and arousal swell within you. Here was your boyfriend, confident and strong, ready to take on the new season. And he is all yours.

His body is ready for the upcoming trials. As he lifts his arms, you can tell he's been working out like crazy; his muscles are bulging through the suit, and he is pushing himself, knowing how much you love seeing him in his new gear.

His thick pecs are on display as well as his pretty asses; he knows his audience, giving you a good look at all of him.

As he strikes another pose, Daniel smirks, biting his lower lip, something he would do when he was getting more and more into it.

After a few more minutes of admiring his display, Daniel finally relaxes, his breath coming out in soft puffs. He takes a step closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close until you feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

You lean into him, kissing him lovingly. He, however, goes a step further. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring every corner of it while leaving drops of his precious taste behind. This, mixed with his familiar scent swirling around your nose, sends shivers down your spine.

"Daniel." You moan breathlessly right into his mouth, but then he pulls away just enough for his taste to linger on your lips.

"You wanna see what's underneath?" He grolws deeply, one hand already at the collar of his suit, playing with its button.

Nodding slowly, you take a deep breath.

Carefully, he unbuttons his suit and pulls the zipper down to reveal his bare chest.

Swallowing hard, you can't help but steady yourself against his strong frame, and he gladly holds you close.

Firmly, you run both hands up and down his rock-hard chest. All of that teasing, posing, and overall tension hovering all around you is showing its effect on him.

Daniel takes several deep breaths, his eyes following your hands every move.

"I know you love the fireproofs." He breathes deeply, his eyes meeting yours again, pulling you into him even more. "But I couldn't resist."

A coy smile spreads across your lips as his burning gaze ignites a fire inside your belly.

This is good." You say, enjoying running your hands all over his chest, that his bare skin is warm yet so soft.

As you feel him and touch him firmly, he starts to purr again, but this time his voice is huskier and rougher than usual.

At the same time, his hands wander down your back, right to your arse, cupping your cheeks to hold you close to him.

"I love this." You murmur again, playing with his nipples, knowing very well that this makes him happy. "Thank you."

Daniel lifts his head slightly, trying to hold back a low groan but failing.

"I'm glad you like it." He leans in to kiss you again; this time, it's much more gentle, yet there is an undeniable desire building up in both of your bodies.

To tease him, you run a hand even further down his body, right to his crotch, feeling the excitement that's been building up inside Daniel, presumably for the entire day.

Right away, he moans into your mouth before leaning his head back and embracing your hand, tracing the tangible outlines of his member tenting inside his new suit.

"Fuck, this feels gooood." He mumbles, closing his eyes for a second.

You let your eyes wander down his firm chest before tracing the letters written across his waistline.

'Ricciardo'

You follow each letter with your index finger, one at a time, while you keep on findling with his length through his suit, causing him to let out multiple low groans, giving you goosebumps.

His entire body reacts to your touch, growing harder and harder, and Daniel slowly regains his composure, resting his head against yours.

"This is even better than expected." He breathes down your neck before he starts to grind his hips against your hand. "I was thinking about this for the entire day."

Smirking, you grab his member firmly, causing him to whimper.

"Me too." You embrace his body against yours, giving in to him completely.

You stare into each other's eyes for what feels like an eternity before he kisses you again; this time, it's a much more passionate kiss.

Together, you make your way toward the sofa, kissing and touching each other.

You lay down on your back while watching him slip out of the upper part of his suit, revealing his well-formed chest. Daniel is breathing deeply as well, running a hand through his curly hair and across his chest, right to the visible bulge inside his trousers.

"See what you're doing to me?" He growls, and his lips form a coy smile.

Biting your lips and holding back a million things you could say to him in response, you just motion for him to join you on the sofa.

Effortlessly, but with a sly smirk, Daniel climbs on top of you, one hand steadying himself against the cushions, the other now firmly on your chest, touching your boobs.

"Mhmm." You moan into his mouth, one hand still on his member, the other now back on his bare chest.

While you're grinding on each other, his crotch against your thighs, you turn your head to the side to catch some much-needed air.

Daniel doesn't mind; instead, he places kisses all over your neck, and his hot breath tingles on your skin.

"Do you want me?" You run a hand along his spine, toward the back of his head, and through his slightly messy hair.

Daniel takes a deep breath, separating himself from your neck for just a moment to look into your eyes.

"So much." His words barely come out as his voice breaks.

"I'm all yours." You lean in and kiss him again while running your hand all over him, his chest, shoulders, neck, and further down to his length towering inside his pants.

Lovingly, he unbuttons your pants, and as he pulls them down, he places kisses all over your waist and your thighs. His beard tickles your skin, but you love this even more.

Easily, he then pulls his member out of the suit and climbs back on you.

You feel him grinding on your thighs before he bends down, his chest just inches away from yours.

Once his lips meet your own, you feel him entering your body. Both of you get stiff and rigid, letting out low moans and groans in unison.

Unable to keep your eyes open, you give in to him again, letting him guide you with kisses and gentle thrusts.

Daniel moves deliberately, slowly yet steadily increasing the pace and strength, while you wrap your arms around his back and neck, stroking him firmly.

"Mhmm." He moans deep into your throat.

In this moment of pure blissful harmony, you let go of all of your thoughts, embracing Daniel with all your body.

It feels like an eternity has passed when the built-up tension inside your body gets nearly unbearable. You can tell he is feeling the same by the way he's moving, growling, and grunting.

After a heavy thrust, both of you stop and scream out together in ecstasy.

Exhausted but satisfied, he steadies himself against the sofa, so his face hovers over yours.

"I love you so much." Daniel smiles and kisses you again.

"I love you too." You say, and cuddle for a little while longer before he separates himself, gets off the sofa, and fixes his suit.

You get dressed again as well, and lean back against the soft cushions behind you, watching him put his suit back on, one sleeve at a time.

"You look so good, Daniel." You admire his strong physique, and with his back turned to you, you get a good look at his pretty arse.

Daniel looks at you above his shoulder, a shy smile playing on his lips.

"Thank you." He runs a hand through his hair and then across his chest once more. "I like this suit so much."

You get up as well and hug him from behind, resting your head against his back.

"I know you'll do great this year." Stroking his chest, you close your eyes.

Daniel cups your hand with his own before turning around and hugging you tightly.

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devilstruly · 7 days

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PASS IT FORWARD

pairing - timeskip. kuroo tetsuro (shocking ik) x msby manager gn. reader

summarization - being co-workers (kinda) and more than friends with kuroo comes with its pros and cons

includes - mutual pining, pining at work, distractions at work, did i mention pining, msby 4 and all the shenanigans that come with them, etc.

a/n - i've been thinking about this the whole day and i need to get it out. kinda long whoops. hopefully you'll like it tho <3

It's around 5 pm when you're finally able to sit down on one of the benches by the court, your papers and notes disregarded in your bag. Propping your chin on your hand, you watch in amusement as Atsumu sets to Sakusa and the latter hits a perfect line-shot.

The blonde is undeniably talented, anyone can see it from a mile away, but in all your months of knowing him the awe you feel never seems to falter. Not to mention the outside hitter. The curly-haired objectively handsome outside hitter.

Most times, you question the higher forces when it comes to dealing with these four, but when you have time to sit and observe them it becomes very clear why they get the amount of attention they do. All of them have these amazing qualities that seem to just lure people in. And apparently a lot of people seem to share that sentiment.

Kuroo Tetsuro included.

It's around 6.30 pm when Kuroo finally steps out of the JVA's main building, the light breeze causing his bangs to sway to the right.

He immediately fishes his phone out of his coat pocket, ignoring all the other messages and immediately going to his contact list.

The whole day today he was drowning in work and didn't even have a chance to text you and tell you his proposal was approved. Sponsorships flooded in, arrangements had to be made, timings discussed, and so on and so forth.

While he awaits for the steady beeps to pass and your voice to replace them, he can't help the small smile on his face.

'Hey! Finally decided to leave?'

At the sound of your voice his smile inevitably widens and he has to bite his lip to suppress it even the tiniest bit.

'Yeah, someone has to do the extra work around here.'

'Not if you're not getting paid for it you don't.'

'You have a point. It's worth it though.'

'Is it?'

Kuroo can practically see the face you're making and the image has him completely forgetting about the cold outside.

He's so focused on the warmth spreading through him, as well as all the memories from a few hours prior, it takes him a moment to register you calling out his name.

'Kuroo? You there?'

He forces himself to take a deep breath.

'They approved it.'

'Oh my god! Tetsu! That's fucking amazing! Congratulations!'

His deep chuckle reverberates through your phone and the swarm of butterflies in your stomach increases tenfold.

'Thank you. We should celebrate, don't you think? Dinner's on me. Invite the guys and meet me at Miya's at 7.30.'

'Okay. See you soon.'

You hang up with pride radiating of off you, so much so that even Sakusa is intrigued by your sudden spirit uplifting.

'What was that about?'

Four familiar faces surround you as your arms fly up in the air, your grin rivaling Hinata's signature smile.

'Kuroo's pitch was approved!'

A series of positively shocking statements follow, but all you can focus on is the happiness cursing through your whole body.

The familiar layout of Onigiri Miya greets the five of you when you step through the front door, immediately spotting Kuroo occupying one of the bigger tables. He's laughing at something Suna is showing him on his phone and for a moment your world just stops.

His hair falls every which way, due to the amount of times he ran his hand through it probably, his tie is loosened and the first two buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

And he's laughing. That horrible, loud, manic hyena laugh that has you nearly tripping over your own feet.

Everything about him is naturally beautiful, in ways you couldn't even begin to describe.

Not to mention his eyes. You could get lost in those forever. There's just something about the golden specs in them and the intensity in his gaze whenever it meets yours.

Like now.

When he looks up he finds you immediately, and if possible his grin widens. It's like his body has a mind of its own because before he knows it he's standing in front of you.

'Hi.'

Atsumu rolls his eyes somewhere behind you, the action earning him a slap on the back of his head by his brother, but you can't be bothered by anything besides Kuroo.

'I'm so proud of you, Tetsu!'

Your arms envelop him in a flash and he prays you don't feel the speed of his heartbeat.

Like a puzzle, when his own arms wrap around your form it feels like a perfect fit that neither of you wants to break. Unfortunately, you eventually do, but make no effort to move further.

God those eyes.

'Get a room already!'

Atsumu's shout breaks you both out of your trance, flushed cheeks and sheepish smiles.

'Before we start, I have an announcement.'

All attention falls onto the tall man who doesn't seem at all fazed by it, another thing you admired about him.

'You all...'

He makes a long pause for dramatic effect, which earns him a slap on the arm from you.

'...Are looking at the new Special Chief of PR Department at JVA.'

'Wait, seriously?!'

'Mhm.'

The table errupts in cheers and claps and you, once again, feel that fulfilling surge of pride when you look at him.

'You're fucking amazing.'

You shake your head with fondness. Fondness that Kuroo senses when he looks at you.

Under the dim lights of Osamu's restaurant, you admire the sharpness of his jawline, the curve of his nose, the way his stupidly messy hair covers half of his right eye...And too caught up in him, you fail to notice his eyes unable to pull away from your lips.

He was already standing close, you two never seemed to care for personal space, but he takes a step closer for good measure. It seems to have the desired effect when your eyes snap up to meet his, the corner of his lips tugging upwards ever so slightly.

'Do you mind if I-'

His voice is barely above a whisper but you cut him off with a nod and zero second thoughts.

'Please do.'

The moment your lips meet it's officially game over.

It's just you two in the world, no customers, no pro-athletes throwing comments in the background, just him.

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wandasgf · 11 months

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WHAT I WANT mdni. 18+.

pairings: emily prentiss x f!reader

synopsis: emily just can't wait until you get back to her apartment

content warnings: semi-public sex (office sex), fingering (r receiving), pet names, top!emily, bottom!reader

a/n: happy pride month! enjoy this short and sweet emily drabble ! it's my first time writing for her, so i hope you guys like it !

"Shh, shh, shh... someone could hear, baby. You've gotta be quiet." Emily mumbles as she presses soft kisses down your neck, her fingers pumping in and out of you at an unrelenting pace. "Can you be quiet? Can you do that for me?"

You feel her smile against your neck when you nod fervently, a quiet whimper escaping your lips as you bring your hand up to press against your mouth, effectively muffling and sounds you make. You're willing to do anything just for her to keep making you feel good.

In hindsight it probably wasn't the best idea for you two to have a quickie in her office in the middle of the day, but you can never find it in yourself to deny her of something she wants. You had also been the one teasing her throughout the entire morning, and again during your lunch break. So, really it shouldn't have been a surprise when she called you into her office to 'discuss some case files'.

While the rest of the team didn't bat an eye at the request, it was common for you two to discuss files together in her office, you knew that she had other plans this time. And, at first, you did discuss some files. You giving her a second opinion on whether or not a series of homicides were connected and whether or not they should be something the BAU pursued.

But somewhere between then and now, you had ended up sitting on Emily's desk with her between your legs and your pants hanging off of one of your ankles. You wouldn't normally do something like this at work, but you've both been so busy with a case that just wrapped up, you hadn't had any proper alone time in a week.

So, when Emily's hands found themselves wandering a bit too much, you hadn't even thought about telling her to cut it out like you usually would, telling her to wait until you got home. Instead, you only encouraged her, which is how you got here.

Emily crooks her fingers and you gasp into your hand, trying your best not to let any moans escape your lips. The heel of her palm is pressing and grinding against your clit just right and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to tipping over the edge. Your other hand grips the edge of Emily's desk so tight that your knuckles turn white.

Emily can feel it too, the way you tighten around her fingers and how your hips move to match her thrusts without meaning to. Her free hand moves to grip your hip, keeping you still as she fucks into you. "There you go, you're taking me so well." She coos, dragging her fingertips against that spot she knows you like.

She moves up to kiss you, moving your hand and leaving soft kisses up your neck and on your cheek on her way to your lips. The kiss is hungry, but soft in a way that only Emily can kiss you. Because she knows that if she's any rougher neither of you will be able to stop, and you still do have some work to get done.

One particular thrust has you gasping into her mouth and gripping at her shoulder. "That's it, baby." She pulls away from the kiss so she can look at you when you finally let go, she knows it's coming, but you accidentally let out a moan that's a bit too loud. She brings her other hand up to push two fingers past your lips, looking a bit too smug as she speaks, "I know, it feels so good, but I need you to be quiet, remember?" The weight of her fingers on your tongue has your head spinning and you nod slightly.

You were already close to tipping over the edge, but then Emily is looking at you like she wants to devour you, the smug look fading and being replaced with hunger. The sight of you with her fingers in your mouth, taking her so nicely, makes the throbbing between her legs more present. "I need you to cum for me, baby." She presses against your clit just right and you find yourself unable to hold back as you come apart on her fingers, biting down softly on the ones in your mouth.

Emily groans, letting you ride out your high and then slipping her fingers out of you gently, bringing them up to her mouth to clean them off. She hums in content at your taste and then dries them off with a tissue. "Who knew you'd be so excited to be at work." She grins, leaning forward to kiss you softly.

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imaginesheaven · 1 year

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Bar Owner!Reader x TF 141 - Part III

Like my follower requested: Finally the final part of the Bar Owner!Reader series. I hope you all like it. It was so fun to create it all for you. I listened to the 5 centimeters per second original sountrack the whole time writing this. I've got happy tears in my eyes :)

Warnings: Curse words (like always)

Captain John Price

John knows already for years that he is deeply in love with you yet he didn’t want to accept it. From day to day it gets harder to push the realization into the back of his mind. If you would feel the same you would have said something already. He assumes you are not looking for a relationship. Probably especially not with someone who is always away on missions. Someone who is always in danger to die very soon. Someone like John.

He takes another sip from his whiskey watching you how you serve your customers. It’s a warm evening and you all hang out in the garden behind your bar. You look so incredibly happy talking with everybody while Cougar trails after you like a lost puppy. Your joy radiates like a ray of sunshine. Behind you the sun is setting on the hills coloring you in a deep orange. It makes you even more breathtaking than you already are.

“I think you should tell (Y/N) what you feel”, Kate next to him says nonchalantly like she would talk about the amazing weather. “Am I that easy to look through?”, Price thought no one would know about his little secret. His ever-growing love for you.

“John, humor me for a second. I noticed how you look at (Y/N) when you think no one can see you. Don’t you think you let (Y/N) waiting long enough?”, Kate gives him an overly confident smile. “What do you know, Laswell?”, John tries not to sound too excited. His heart keeps hammering against his chest. Racing to catch up to you.

“I don’t want to give away too much, but if (Y/N) would have died the bar and Cougar would have been yours. Is that enough for you?”, Laswell lets him on your very own little secret. John stares at her in disbelief. The bar is everything you have ever loved in your life. Just like Cougar. You trust him so deeply knowing he would keep both safe and sound.

Price stands up from his chair making his way over to you. “Hey, John!”, your whole face lights up as you see him coming closer. He loves how you say his name. Your voice so full of kindness and love. It makes his knees weak.

He can’t stop himself anymore as he cups your face softly in his big hands. Surprised you look at him with a slight blush on your cheeks. “You have no idea how much I love you”, not waiting for your reaction John presses a soft kiss onto your lips.

Shocked you let go of the drinks, which splatter onto the grass. Doubts creep in John’s mind breaking away from you, but you stop them immediately as you wrap your arms around him pulling him into another kiss. “What took you so damn long?”, you lean your forehead against his.

Everyone starts to cheer loudly. Especially Kate. She is over the moon to see you happy once again. It brings the two of you back into reality. “I’m sorry for making you wait, love.”

It took John years to confess his love to you, but he makes sure to catch up all the things you two have missed. John tries literally everything to make all your dreams come true. Sometimes he forgets that he is the only thing you ever wanted in life.

He is so very thankful for the joy you bring him every single day he can be with you. You were all along his reason to come back safely from missions, but now John is allowed to drown in your love openly. You are his one and only. The ray of sunshine he needs to forget all the pain and misery he has been put through.

Even if you love to make fun of the fact he waited for years not realizing you feel the same all the time. John takes it with pride, “The best things in life take time, love.” Naming drinks that take longer to prepare after him.

Bonus

(Y/N): So, you set John up to confess finally?

Kate: Yes, it worked, right? But I might have lied to him about something…

(Y/N): Kate… What did you say?

Kate: … I might have told him that you would give him your bar and Cougar if you would have died.

(Y/N): … Well, that’s not that much of a lie. I totally would have, but I’m not that easy to kill.

Kate: Oh, come on. Don’t act like a superhero.

(Y/N): … I took out half of the Russian military, Kate. I am a fucking superhero.

Kate: … *rolls her eyes* Damn it. That’s true.

Soap: *witnessing everything* HALF OF THE RUSSIAN MILITARY?!?

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon keeps his love for you hidden away with the rest of his emotions. Everyone knows he has a soft spot for you, but not how much his heart yearns for you. He wants to share his life with you. He wants you to know the real Simon. The one behind the mask. He wants you to see how vulnerable he can be, because he knows you would never hurt him.

“Fucking hell”, Ghost mumbles under his breath slowly overwhelmed by his feelings and thoughts. “Hey, boys. Another round?”, you stand by the table giving everyone your best smile. Simon can’t believe how much he loves you. It almost physically hurts.

Without a word he stands up to leave the bar. The fresh air calms his racing mind, but he doesn’t even try to untangle those confusing thoughts. Every single one of them revolves around you like they always do. How long can he uphold this façade?

“Hey, you okay?”, you followed him outside pointing towards the garden chairs, “Wanna take a seat?” It’s actually too cold to sit outside yet he accepts your offer thankfully. In silence the two of you sit together. You look at the sky seeing a ton of stars this night. Ghost looks at you wondering which god has sent you his way. You don’t try to start an uncomfortable conversation. Not even once you forced him to talk to you. He’s incredibly grateful for the way you deal with his peculiarities.

“Sometimes when I get overwhelmed by my thoughts I look at the stars. I try to remember all the constellations I learned over the years. It took me years to learn that it’s actually okay not to be okay and w-“, you don’t mind holding an one-sided conversation. Simon could listen to your voice all day long yet he interrupts you, “I love you.”

Simon can’t look at you after his rather blunt confession scared to see rejection in your eyes. You take his hand in yours softly to get his full attention, “I love you too, Simon.” There is only admiration and kindness in your eyes. His heart swells with happiness.

You know it wouldn’t be easy to love Simon yet you still did it with all you had. First things first, this man has to learn to trust again. Opening up himself. He lived so long behind a mask not sure how to be a functioning human being anymore. You are always there for Simon giving him exactly what he needs. Patience, love, honesty, safety.

This man would literally die for you in an instant.

You adjust to keeping your relationship under the radar for a while. Not even his team knows about the two of you. Except for Price. He knew right away after Simon confessed his love to you during that night.

One evening in the bar Simon decides it is time to make it official. Johnny likes to flirt with you in a platonic way. “Amazing drinks as always, sweetheart”, Soap winks at you grinning like the childish boy he still is.

“That’s my partner you are flirting with, Johnny”, Simon wraps his arm around your middle as you stand next to him by the table. A few seconds no one dares to say a word. Price leans back impressed by Ghost’s openness, “Pay up, Gaz.” Kyle rolls his eyes as he hands over the money.

“You did not bet on us?!”, you throw your rag laughing at Price. He raises his hands in surrender, “Sorry, it was clear as the day. Had to take the chance to win a fine bet.” Gaz shrugs one shoulder, “I thought you two would be just friends.”

Soap stares at all of you clearly confused, “Am I the only one who did not about this at all?” Smiling you push his shoulder playfully, “Your head is always up in the clouds to notice the small things.” Cougar pushes his way forward to put his head on Ghost’s leg begging for head scratches.

“Oh, that’s why Cougar likes you more now!”, Soap puts the puzzle pieces together way later than everyone else. Simon can’t explain in words how happy he is in this moment. He finally found his very own little family.

Bonus

Soap: So… (Y/N), did you see Simon without his mask?

(Y/N): … No, not yet and that’s totally fine.

Soap: You didn’t kiss yet?! Simon! What are you waiting for?

Ghost: Fucking hell, Johnny! None of your business!

(Y/N): Don’t be so harsh, Simon. Johnny doesn’t know how to woe his partner.

Ghost: … *tries not to snicker*

Soap: That’s right! I don’t know … wait, what? HEY!

Ghost: *proud of you* (Y/N), I love you so much~

John “Soap” MacTavish

Let’s be honest, everyone would know right away that this man is so in love with you. Soap is not someone who can keep things like this a secret. As soon as he lays his eyes on you his whole face lights up and nothing can bring him ever down.

“Fucking hell, Johnny, tell (Y/N) what you feel or I do it. I can’t stand you drooling over the whole table anymore”, Ghost doesn’t mean it literally, but Soap’s puppy eyes and lovesick grin the whole evening make him gag eventually.

Soap would love to tell you what he feels, but is just way too scared to lose you. “Just rip it off like a band-aid”, Gaz isn’t really the right one to give out flirt tips yet he does it anyways. Gaz and Ghost would team up against Soap; teasing him non-stop to push him to his limits so he would finally confess his undying love for you. “Boys, please, leave the poor lovesick baby alone”, Price smiles into his whiskey knowing exactly what he’s doing.

Soap stands up from his chair without a further word making his way towards the good old jukebox. He choses the first song he played over and over again to annoy you. It’s also actually the song that reminds him off you. When Soap is away from you he is always listening to this song.

You can’t help yourself from yelling out an amused “Johnny!” as you make your way towards him. A slight smile appears on his lips as he falls over and over in love with you once again. It is the first time you ever called him Johnny and it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

He grabs your hands in his to overplay how hard they are actually shaking. The nervousness is eating at him, “Just listen for a second. I really need to get this off of my chest … Then you can yell at me or whatever.”

“The first time I ever saw you has burned into my mind, because it was the best moment in my whole life. You are a ray of sunshine. Every time I’m with you I experience so much happiness and joy like I could hug the entire world. If I could I would drown in this feeling for the rest of my life… Not that I’m proposing… I mean if you want me to I-I … Oh shit…”

Everything started out so good for him, then he starts to stumble upon his own words. Still Johnny keeps pouring his heart into his one-sided speech, “I really like you, (Y/N). I’m not the best catch out there I know but I pro-…”

You cut his rambling off with a brief but meaningful kiss. “You talk way too much sometimes, Johnny”, you wink at him grinning and the whole bar interrupts your moment with cheering. Cougar makes him way in between the two of you to share some of the love.

This man worships the ground you walk on and would do everything for you. Sometimes Soap is a bit childish, but it doesn’t bother you at all. It reminds you to enjoy the life how it is and don’t worry too much. He still loves to get on your nerves with doing stupid shit. Here and there Soap even teams up with Gaz to make it double trouble.

“Sweetie, you love me, right?” – “You are god damn lucky you are cute, Johnny…”

Johnny is literally moving in with you after the two of you start dating. You can’t convince me otherwise. Being always by your side is his way of love language. Of course, you are not mad about having him around you all the time.

But the most important thing is that you bring Johnny peace and happiness. For the first time in forever he learns what being in love with someone really means. Having a reason to come back in one piece from missions. Johnny loves wrapping you up in his arms for sure being the happiest man on earth.

“I love you so damn much, (Y/N).” – “I love you too, Johnny.”

Bonus

Can’t forget about the most important fact of your relationship. Sharing your lovely Scottish man with your dog…

Johnny: Don’t look at me like that. I love you so much, Cougar. You are my number one.

You: … Do you want some alone time with my dog, Johnny?”

Johnny: No, no, you can stay if you want :)

You: … -.-

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz is quite decent hiding his growing feelings for you behind his poker face. No one knows how much it costs him to keep up his coolness. He lost completely control over his own body. You entering the room is enough for him to turn into a blushing mess How is he supposed to tell you what he feels without making a fool out of himself?

Silently sighing Gaz downs his drink in one single sip. He hates how easy everyone seems to interact with you. Soap always makes you laugh with his jokes, while he can’t even make a conversation without starting to ramble or stutter.

Gaz only wants to let you know how much you mean to him. That you make his life so much better. You are literally perfection and out of his league. Why does he even bother to try? His desperation reaches another level.

Only alcohol can help him now. He downs another drink earning a concerned glance from Price, “You okay?” With a slight smile on his lips Gaz stands up, “Never have been better, Cap.” John just witnessed him downing two handful of drinks within an hour. He is clearly not okay, but maybe Gaz reached finally the level where he will confess his love to you. Price will keep an eye on him from afar.

“Hey there”, you greet Gaz with a smile that lights his whole world up. He hops onto the bar stool almost falling over with the whole thing trying to be cool. “Are you drunk?”, you have never seen him like that before ever again. Gaz usually knows his limits.

“No, not drunk. Only a bit tipsy”, an overly confident grin is plastered on his face. Knowing what an effect you have on him you lean forward pulling him closer towards you by his shirt collar, “Then proof it.” His eyes widen full of panic for a second, while his heart skips a beat just to double up the speed afterwards.

“If I would be drunk I would tell you how perfect you are. I would tell you how much love I have in my heart for you. There is a space in there that is shaped exactly like you. Being near you makes me so damn happy I have never been before. I could drown in your lovely eyes. This must be true love…. But I’m not drunk so therefore I’m not telling you all of this.”

His truthful words leave you shocked. A slight blush appears on your cheeks.

“Well, you just said it out loud, buddy”, Soap just stands a few centimeters away from the two of you witnessing everything. Realization hits Gaz like a baseball bat in his face. His drunk ass just confessed not knowing he spoke all of his thoughts out loud?!

“Soap!”, you throw your rag at him. Without a further word Gaz stands up bailing out completely sober now and makes his way out of the bar. “Oh no, for sure not!”, Price grabs him by his shoulders and guides Gaz back to the counter, where you are still standing.

“Don’t you dare to run away from me ever again”, you grab his chin to place a kiss onto his lips. Soap giggles in the background, Ghost makes fake gag sounds and Price just rolls his eyes, “Get a room, kids.”

Gaz still can’t believe his luck even after weeks of dating. You are the only good thing in his life and he would give everything to make you happy. Which means he lives his romantic side to its fullest. Planning out dates like almost every week. Burying you under a wave of presents he thinks you might like. Writing you pages and pages of meaningful words hoping you can understand what you mean to him.

But as soon as his ass is planted in the bar he turns into a literal child. Bickering with Soap about the jukebox. Making bets with him who can annoy you the worst. Sneaking drinks behind your back and so on. He even teams up with Soap AND Cougar singing songs from the jukebox. Well, Cougar only barks away happily having a blast with Gaz by his side.

“You are all grounded for the rest of the week!” – “No, baby! I love you! You know that, right? RIGHT?! BABY!”

Bonus

Gaz: … Thank you, Captain, for giving me the push I needed.

Price: You are welcome, kid… but please stay away from the alcohol.

Soap: … What about me? I helped too!

Gaz: You made everything worse!

Soap: I did not! You wanted to run away!

Gaz and Soap: *start pushing each other*

Price: Boys, behave.

(Y/N): … I love all of you, but bloody hell what did I get myself into?

Tagging @apathetickun @missroro @abbiesxox @flyingmushroomss

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javierpena-inatacvest · 8 months

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Because i can't get enough with Javi and Osita, for your 500 follower celebration, could I request #19 with themmmm?

and btw congratsssss for your 500 followers! you have so much talented, i love your writing so muchhhhh you deserved more and more followers ❤❤❤❤❤

Nonnie!!!! Thank you so much, you are so sweet 😭💖 I literally cannot get enough of them either and this one put me in the feels bc UGH I would say this is spoilers but its not because y'all already know how feral I am to give these two a baby mwahahahha

Peanut Butter and Pickles

Summary: When Javi can't find you at the house, he begins to panic. Little does he know, you were just out at the store picking up your new, weird pregnancy craving.

Word Count: 1.2K (GOLD STAR FOR ME THIS IS THE SHORTEST THING I'VE EVER DONE)

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF, pregnancy, anxiety, mentions of food/eating, Javi just being a protective dad to be and literally just the cutest UGH

A/N: I need dad Javi deep in my bones. I NEED IT.

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

Prompt from the 500 Followers Celebration Request!

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, Javier Peña had become an absolute nervous wreck. Not because he didn’t want to be a dad, not because he wasn’t over the moon excited to finally have the family he had always wanted, not even because he was worried about all of the ups and downs that parenthood could throw at him. Javier Peña was a nervous wreck, because there was nothing he wanted more than to give you and that baby everything in life that you’d ever deserved, and then some. Ever since he saw those two pink lines across the 6 pregnancy tests you had shown him almost 8 months ago (because you honestly couldn’t believe it either), Javi was willing to drop anything and everything to make sure you had everything you needed to keep you and that baby happy and healthy.

You generally prided yourself on being incredibly independent, not needing to ask for help on many things because you could figure it out on your own. That all came to a crashing halt the moment Javi found out you were expecting. As much as you insisted that you were more than capable of doing normal things around the house, this man couldn’t even let you get up to get a glass of water without offering to do it for you. You tried to fight it for a while, but now that you were 8 months pregnant in the middle of the sweltering July heat, you had found yourself more than happy to take up Javi on anything he was willing to help with.

On this particular day, you had found yourself absolutely miserable- your back was killing you, you were absolutely exhausted, and you could not stop eating because you knew you were craving something, but you just couldn’t figure out what it was. You wandered over to the kitchen, for what must have been the 14th time today, opening and closing the fridge and pantry until it finally hit you. You needed pickles and peanut butter. Like, now. Looking over at the clock, you knew Javi would be close to being home soon, and would be more than happy to pick you up anything that you needed. He honestly probably would have been less shocked by this request than your one for tuna and ice cream a few weeks ago. But you couldn’t wait for Javi to get home, and with how close the grocery store was, you figured you’d probably be there and back before he even got to the house and there wasn’t any use in telling him that you’d be gone. Pulling your tank top down over your bulging belly, you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your keys, heading out to your car to head out to the grocery store.

There hadn’t been a day that had gone by since Javi found out that you were pregnant that he hadn’t come home from work with the goofiest grin on his face. It didn’t matter how shitty his day had been, the fact that he knew he got to come home to you and the beautiful baby growing in your belly was the only thing in the world he needed to make him happy. That smile, however, quickly began to fade as he pulled into the driveway and realized that your car was gone. Trying his best to be rational, Javi jumped out of the car, not even bothering to grab his things as he ran into through the front door of the house. That rational quickly turned to panic as he went to grab the doorknob and realized that it had been left unlocked. “Hey Hermosa, it’s me!” Javi called out into the family room, greeted by the unsettling silence of no response. Making his way down the halls, opening up every door as he passed, his heart began to race, as you were nowhere to be found. Taking one last deep breath before going into full blown terror, Javi took out his cell phone to call you, hoping that your sweet voice would answer and calm his nerves. His call had the complete opposite effect, hearing the ringtone of your phone from the kitchen repeat over and over again. “Fuck…” He muttered to himself, now racing back to the front of the house, his brain flooded with the terrible what-if’s of why he couldn’t find you. His hand shook as he reached out to grab the doorknob to go back out to his car, but froze the moment he heard the sound of the garage door closing. It had been years since he had to carry a gun, but there was something so instinctive about the way he reached for the back of his waistband, praying with every bone in his body that whatever the reason was for the garage opening wasn’t the same reason he couldn’t find you. He waited a few more moments, slowly making his way towards the noise.

“Oh hey! You’re home!” You grinned as you waddled down the hallway, pickle already dipped into the jar of peanut butter you had opened on the drive back from the store, about to shove another bite into your mouth before noticing the expression on Javi’s face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Your heart sank to his chest as you rushed over to Javi, standing at the front door with a panic stricken look spread across his face.

“Never scare me like that again.” He whispered, his voice trembling as he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly before pressing a soft kiss into the hair twisted into a messy bun on your head. “The car was gone and the door was unlocked- I- I tried to call your phone but you left it here. I thought something happened to you, Osita. Fuck, you scared me.” You could feel his heart rate finally starting to slow as you snaked your arms around his waist, peanut butter and pickle still in your hand.

“Javi, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You looked up at him as he cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your jaw. “Your child is an incredibly hungry monster, just like her daddy, and I was convinced that if I didn’t go get this from the store this second I was literally going to explode. Although I was hoping that peanut butter and pickles was a less scary combination than the tuna and chocolate ice cream she wanted the other week.” You giggled as Javi dropped to his knees, rubbing his palms against your belly, peppering the bump with gentle kisses.

“You still think it’s a girl?” He asked, beaming up at you, his mind now at ease as he had the both of you in front of him.

“If there’s anything I know, it’s that whatever it ends up being, it’s got your appetite.” The both of you laughed as Javi stood back up, planting a tender kiss on your lips before pulling away.

“Whatever it ends up being, I just know you’re gonna be the best momma in the whole world, and I love the both of you more than anything.” You felt your eyes begin to water, wondering how in the world you had ended up so damn lucky.

“We love you too, Jav. Now let me eat my peanut butter and pickles before they get all full of tears and I have to go back out and buy a new jar.”

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1800-fight-me · 1 year

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Expressed Devotion

Aemond Targaryen x Petite!Female!Reader

A Practice Makes Perfect Fic - This can be read as a stand alone fic or part of the series!

Rating: Mature- This is still not for minors!

Warnings: Allusions to sex but other than that it's just fluff!

Word Count: About 1.2k

Synopsis: On the year anniversary of your marriage to Aemond, you try to spoil and surprise him but he manages to beat you to the punch.

Author’s Note: Happy late valentine's day!! I hope this syrupy sweet romantic little ficlet makes up for me posting it late! This is a combination of three requests I've gotten, sorry it is not exactly the same as the requests but hopefully y'all like it! Unfortunately I'll be deleting the other valentine's requests as I won't be able to fulfill them.

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Aemond Masterlist

You were jittery with excitement. It was the anniversary of your marriage to Aemond and you felt you had acquired the perfect gift for him. Well, two gifts really. One for him and another for him to see you wear.

You were certain he would appreciate it. You were determined to impress upon him your utter love and devotion for him this evening, no matter what it took.

A bit of heat licked up your spine as you pictured yourself on your knees before him.

No, you would think about that later.

You needed to focus on the task at hand.

You made your way back to the Red Keep, then quickly to your shared chambers.

The gift was in a small box and you planned to wrap a ribbon around it to make it complete. The other you planned to wrap yourself in.

You burst through the doors of your room and stopped short.

Your eyes widened and you gasped softly.

Aemond smirked at you, a prideful and self satisfied smile he had clearly earned.

Your eyes darted about the room as hundreds of red and black roses, the color of his house, covered nearly every surface.

Vases nearly overflowed with the vibrant flowers and petals covered the bed.

“Oh, Aemond,” you said breathily as you tried to take in the scene before you.

Your handsome husband even held more flowers in his hands.

“It is the anniversary of the best day of my life, my sweet little wife, did you know that?” he asked you with so much love in his gaze you couldn’t help the tears that filled your eyes.

You shut the doors behind you, set the gifts down on the nearby table, and stepped closer to him.

“I did know that, dear husband, I had a plan to spoil you but it appears you have bested me in the element of surprise.”

He handed you the roses, and you crushed them between your body and his as you threw yourself against him and pulled him down enough that you could reach him and pressed your lips against his.

He chuckled into the kiss and you nipped at his bottom lip.

He pulled the flowers from you and dropped them on the side table as he tugged you backwards towards the bed.

He sat on the edge and situated you on top of his lap.

“I love you, little wife, my heart, as black and shriveled as it is, belongs to you completely,” he said as he kissed you heatedly.

His lips moved against yours and at the press of his tongue into your mouth your mind began to feel fuzzy.

“Hm,” he hummed happily as he tasted you, devoured you, attempted to make you his in the way he had just confessed you had secured his affections.

But not fuzzy enough to make you forget.

“Wait!” you said suddenly.

He pulled back and raised his eyebrow at you.

“I got you two gifts,” you said as you attempted to catch your breath.

“You are the only gift I need,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to your jaw before he trailed his lips down the side of your neck to the hollow of your throat.

“Aemond!” you protested weakly.

He huffed.

“Alright, little wife, if it cannot wait,” he helped you stand.

You grinned.

“Wait there,” you said as you strode to where you had placed the gifts, snatched them up, and strode into the adjoining sitting room and shut the door behind you.

You heard him sigh in exasperation as you did so.

You smirked. He would soon have no qualms about having to wait.

You slipped out of your dress and underclothes and then carefully slipped on the black lace lingerie that barely covered anything, but complimented your body beautifully and led the eye right to your most enticing curves.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction.

At the sound of the door opening once again, Aemond sat up from where he had been laying on the bed and twiddling his thumbs in impatience.

“Good gods,” he breathed out as he saw you.

You grinned.

“I am far too wicked for the gods to have blessed me with such a perfect woman,” he said.

You walked closer to him and allowed him to place his large hands on your waist.

“Enough talk of the gods, perhaps you should instead focus on worshiping your wife,” you said seductively as you grazed your lips against his.

“Fuck, yes,” he agreed emphatically as he quickly stood and switched your positions so you were the one who now laid on the bed.

The other gift fell out of your hand and slid across the bed to be forgotten until your husband finished proving his devotion to you.

Lace was ripped and thrown to the side and sounds of pleasure echoed through your chambers until both you and Aemond had properly worshiped one another and experienced the type of ecstasy that only comes from true love.

You lay contented in his arms atop the rose petals that covered your bed.

“I am glad we were wed,” you said as you absentmindedly ran your fingers across his chest.

“As am I,” he said as he laced his fingers with yours and pressed a kiss to the top of your hand.

“Oh, damn it!” you exclaimed suddenly.

“What is it?” Aemond asked.

“I forgot to give you your other gift, we were far too distracted,” you said bashfully.

He released his hold on you and you clambered across the excessively large bed until you could reach the box.

You slid back to him and snuggled into his chest once again as you handed it to him.

He tugged on the ribbon and unwrapped it much more carefully than he had unwrapped his other present.

You watched as he opened the box and gasped softly in surprise.

“Oh, little love, what is this?” he asked in wonder.

You took the eyepatch out of the box and turned to face him.

“Well the one you wear seems to be rather old and worn, and though I always prefer to gaze upon your handsome face with nothing blocking my view, I figured if you were determined to wear an eyepatch the least I could do was get you a new one,” you said and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

He turned his face, nudged his nose against yours, and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

He pulled back from you and you smiled.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“No one has ever given me such a thoughtful gift. Is that your house sigil imprinted upon the leather?” he asked and his voice was thick with emotion.

He took it from you and turned it this way and that to properly view it.

“Yes! And yours on the other end of the strap as well,” you said with a grin.

“Thank you,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You took it from his hand and placed it in the proper place around his head and across his sapphire eye.

He hummed in contentment.

“What is the verdict?” he asked.

“Handsome as ever, my love,” you said with a smirk.

He grinned and pulled you into another deep kiss.

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Hey bestieeeee! You know I had to jump on requests again (if you're open to this one, of course)! I would personally love a part 3 to creature comfort. Maybe Dwayne going into Daddy Dom mode for David and the reader for a threesome. No pressure, I just really loved that fic and part 2 of it 🥰

Supersymmetry

Omg of course friend!! Happy to write this for you! I’m glad you love this series🥰 in keeping with my trend of naming fics in this series after Arcade Fire songs, this is my absolute favorite AF song:) This and Everything Now are hardcore smut PLEASE READ ALL THE WARNINGS

Creature comfort, Everything Now

Dwayne x GN Reader x David (Poly lost boys)

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, Dom Dwayne, Switch David, Sub Reader, Daddy Kink (Dwayne is daddy always), a little bit of brattaming, BDSMish dynamics, bondage, penetration (reader’s sex not mentioned), riding, spit roasting, blow job, spitting, aftercare cuddles🥺 I think that’s everything

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Dwayne laid David on his bed softly, “one more thing before we start,” Dwayne said with a sly look on his face “Who’s your daddy.”

David propped himself up on his elbow, before grabbing the back of Dwayne’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “You are.”

Dwayne smirked, “and don’t you ever forget it.”

You had been approaching the doorway of Dwayne’s alcove in the cave when you overheard the boys talking.

You gasped as you creeped around to stand next to the entrance, careful not to set off either David or Dwayne’s vampire senses.

You peeked carefully into Dwayne’s room, only to be met with his eyes staring into yours. “Hi,” he said casually.

You jumped back, clutching your chest in shock.

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are,” he chuckled softly.

“Apparently,” you rolled your eyes before smiling sheepishly, “can I join?” You asked.

Dwayne crossed his arms and looked you up and down, “you got thrown from a bike tonight,” he reminded you, “sure you’re up for this?”

Your smile morphed into a pout as you stepped closer to him, “but daddy, I want you,” you purred.

He growled, “baby I always want you, I just want to make sure your ok. Are you sure you want to play rough tonight?”

You offered him a reassuring grin, “I’m ok Dwayne, really, I would tell you if I couldn’t take it,” you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, “I want you to go full daddy on me, c’mon don’t you wanna teach me a lesson or something?” you teased.

Dwayne raised an eyebrow, “what do you say when you need to stop?” He asked seriously.

“Bats,” you responded.

“That’s right baby,” he caressed your cheek gently, “don’t be afraid to use it if it gets too much yeah?”

“Yes daddy,” you winked.

Dwayne smiled as he threw you over his shoulder before laying you in his bed next to David, whose eyes were still glazed over.

“You wanna watch first or you wanna play first baby?” Dwayne asked.

You pretended to contemplate his question, “isn’t Davey still in trouble? Shouldn’t he watch first,” you reminded Dwayne innocently.

David growled at you. You stuck your tongue out at him.

Dwayne took your jaw in his hand and turned your face towards him, his eyebrow raised. “Bratting around already? Keep it up and it’ll be a long night for you,” he warned.

“God I hope so daddy,” you replied.

His persona slipped as his lips turned up in a prideful smile. He pressed a kiss to your lips before moving to David.

Dwayne grabbed the belt he’d used to leash David and folded it into a pair of makeshift handcuffs. “Wrists,” he commanded David.

David, having fully regained his wits, raised an eyebrow at Dwayne’s creation as he crossed his arms, “yeah, fat chance,” David scoffed.

Dwayne kneeled on the bed between David’s legs and grabbed his jaw, holding his mouth open. Dwayne spit directly into David’s mouth.

David pulled back gasping but swallowed. Your jaw dropped.

Dwayne tsked, “thought you were gonna be a good boy Davey,” he sighed, “if not that’s fine, I have no problem disciplining you again, but if you want a chance to cum tonight you’re gonna be good for daddy ok?”

David’s defiant expression shifted, “yes daddy,” he replied as he held his wrists out to Dwayne.

Dwayne slipped the make shift cuffs around David’s wrists and fastened them tightly. He pulled on the tail of the belt, leading David to a chair in the corner.

As you watched him sit you could tell David was not happy about having to watch Dwayne wreck you first.

Dwayne strode back over to where you were kneeling on the bed, “I can still be gentle if you want baby just say the word,” he offered as he stroked your cheek lovingly, “it’s been a long night, you don’t have to do this for me.”

You rolled your eyes, Dwayne was sweet but he was starting to get on your nerves, “I don’t want gentle Dwayne, I want my daddy please” you clarified impatiently, “if I need to stop I’ll tell you, promise,” you kissed his nose.

He smiled, and leaned in to press his lips to yours, “ok baby,” he said as he began to undress you and himself, “you wanna ride daddy then?”

“Yes please,” you sighed wistfully as he manhandled you till you were hovering over him.

You reached down to place your thumb on the tip of his cock and give it a few gentle strokes.

Dwayne squeezed your thigh while looking at you sternly, “did I give you permission to use your hands?”

Your face flushed red and you sputtered, “I- I’m sorry daddy, I just wanted you to feel good” you pouted.

Dwayne reached over to his bedside table to rummage through the drawer, you still hovering above him. “I know baby, that’s why I’m not going to punish you,” he pulled out a pair of cuffs, “but we are gonna have to do something about your greedy little hands.” He clipped the cuffs in place, restraining your hands behind your back.

You pouted.

Dwayne raised an eyebrow, “what do you say?”

“Thank you daddy,” you told him as he took your hips in his hands and lowered you onto his cock.

You gasped as he pushed into you with slow and gentle strokes, allowing you to get used to him.

No matter how rough he got, he always started slow, his massive size splitting you open every time.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned forward as he began to speed up, pulling moan after moan from your lips.

“So good for me baby, not an ounce of brat in you when I take you like this huh?” Dwayne whispered into your ear as he wrecked you.

David struggled against his restraints, forgotten in the corner and dying to get a taste of you as well.

Dwayne smirked as he heard movement coming from the chair he’d left his other lover tied up in. His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear as he thrust into you mercilessly, “let Davey watch you come undone on daddy’s cock,” he whispered as he stroked you, “can you cum for daddy?”

His words sent you over the edge as you let out one final moan, releasing all over him.

Dwayne kissed your forehead as you struggled to catch your breath, his length still inside you.

He brushed sweat covered hair back from your face as he maneuvered you gently till you were laying on the bed. He stroked your cheek as he looked over at David, who was straining in his boxers and biting his lip, makeshift cuffs still fastened around his wrists. Dwayne turned back to you, “you think David’s earned some time with you baby?”

You looked over at David whose eyes pleaded with you. You smiled, “yes daddy, I can keep going.” Dwayne returned your smile before moving in front of David, who looked like his fangs were going to sink directly into his lip and split it open.

Dwayne pulled off the belt cuffs and bent down to whisper in David’s ear, “don’t think this means you don’t have to listen, I won’t hesitate to spank you in front of them.” David gulped and nodded.

“Good,” Dwayne jerked his head in your direction, “don’t keep them waiting.”

David rushed over you and you sat up to greet him. He placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss. As you returned his kiss, he reached around to take off your cuffs. “Want you to use these hands baby,” he purred as he rubbed his fingers in circles around your hips.

Dwayne leaned against the wall and watched with arms crossed.

David nosed at the pulse point on your neck, making you shudder. He chuckled softly to himself, “not gonna drink, just like the way you smell,” you sighed happily at his words.

He pulled back to stroke your face softly, “do you want just me or both of us?” David asked, still rubbing your hips.

“Both please,” you begged.

David smiled before looking to Dwayne as he pushed off the wall and walked over. “Please what?” David asked.

You bit your lip, “please sir.”

He kissed your forehead, “good baby.”

David turned to Dwayne, “can I take their mouth?” he asked.

Dwayne nodded, “go ahead.”

David took himself in his hands as you got on your hands and knees in front of him, “I got it,” you told him as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked gently.

You licked the tip of his cock causing a groan to fall from his lips. His fingers threaded through your hair as he pulled you forward impatiently.

You laughed as you took him into your mouth and began to suck, hollowing out your cheeks as moans fell from his lips.

You felt Dwayne pull your thighs back towards him from the other side of the bed, “ready baby?” He asked as he grazed his hands over your ass.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, your mouth full of David.

Dwayne pushed into you slowly, inching you further onto David as a result. The three of you let out a collective moan.

You rubbed your tongue along the underside of David’s cock as Dwayne fell into a rhythm behind you.

Every thrust sent David deeper down your throat.

David’s hands flew to the back of his head as his face twisted in pleasure while you moaned around him.

They were both so big and you felt so full. If you didn’t know any better you’d swear their tips were touching inside you.

As you felt your orgasm building you began to whimper. David looked to Dwayne, “shit me too,” he groaned, “can we cum daddy?” David asked.

Dwayne moaned, “yes baby, go ahead.”

Your orgasm washed over you as David came down your throat.

Dwayne thrust into you once more triggering his own orgasm and filling you completely.

David pulled himself from your mouth gently and collapsed on the bed.

Dwayne pulled out as well and placed you in his lap. He kissed your neck and held you tightly against his chest.

He stroked David’s hair with the hand not wrapped around your waist.

Dwayne nibbled your earlobe, “did you have fun?” he asked.

You smiled, “of course, as always.”

David propped himself up on his elbows, “I’m sorry I yelled in front of you baby, I was too harsh with Paul and I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek before Dwayne pulled you back into his arms, “it’s ok,” you assured him, “I know you just did it because you were worried about me and I know you won’t do it again.”

David smiled, “thank you baby.”

“I love you, all of you,” you promised them.

Dwayne tightened his embrace, “we love you too.” he replied as he peppered soft kisses all along your neck and shoulder.

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tastybluesprite · 1 year

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Respect

Ok so recently I got into the series helluva boss. I really wanted to write some lee!Blitzo so here it is! Hope you enjoy it lol.

Warnings: Heavy amount of cuss words as this is helluva boss, also this is a tickling fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling

Summery: Blitz is being an asshole of a boss like usual. While he and Moxxie fight, they find out something interesting about their beloved boss…

Blitzo was being an ass per usual. But Moxxie was getting the worst of his wrath like always. “I’ve told you a million fucking times Mox! You have to listen to your orders!” Blitzo scolded him. Moxxie rolled his eyes. “Sorry sir but you know damn well we had no choice but to leave”

Blitzo was shaking with rage. “WE LOST A FUCKING CLIENT DIPSHIT!”

“Sir we would’ve gotten caught by humans!” Moxxie argued. Millie went to her husbands side. “Blitz you know he’s right. It would’ve over complicated things for no reason. I’m sure we’ll get many more clients down the line.

Blitzo sighed. “That’s not the point here. I gave an order and Moxxie disobeyed. You listened Millie...”

Millie shrunk back at that, but Moxxie stepped forward.

“For fucks sake, don’t you dare bring my wife into this!”

“Ohh? Whatchu gonna do about it baby dick? Huh?” Blitzo teased his employee with a smirk.

Moxxie finally snapped. He pounced on Blitzo, putting all his anger into it. The two struggled for a bit, both fighting to over power one another. At one point, Moxxie accidentally brushed his finger against Blitzo’s side. No one was prepared for the ungodly squeak that escaped the imps lips.

They all stopped, both Moxxie and Millie staring at their boss in amused shock. Then a wide smirk grew on Moxxies face.

“M-Mox… Moxxie… don’t even fuckin- AIE!” Moxxie poked his side, and Blitzo went into full defense mode. He shoved Moxxie off him and ran for it. “Oh no you don’t…” Moxxie muttered as he and Millie then raced after him. Blitzo didn’t know where he could possibly take cover. What was he afraid of anyway? It was just… “that thing.”

Unfortunately he took too long, because Moxxie had jumped him again, this time from behind.

They struggled for a moment, with Blitzo desperately trying to push off the smaller imp. But Moxxie began wiggling his fingers at his sides and Blitzo let out a giggle, the fingers weakening him as he was finally brought down. Moxxie took a seat on his back, but struggled because after all Blitzo was much bigger and stronger. “Let me help sweetie!” Millie offered with a devious grin, taking a seat right behind Moxxie to add weight.

“Moxxie I swear to satan you better fucking let me go or else!” Blitzo threatened, still struggling under the pair. “No~ I think it was about time you learned to respect me more!”

“Ohhhhohoho Moxxie you childish fuck…”

“I think you forget your place here. You’re at our mercy now!” Moxxie wiggled his fingers with a smirk.

“No fucking way!” Blitzo yelled defiantly. Oh satan, they all knew his pride and ego would be the death of him eventually.

Moxxie then began digging gently into his sides. “GYAH! M-Mohohoxxihihiee yohohou tihihihiny fuhuhuck!!” Blitzo managed as he tried catching the attackers hands.

“What did you call me!?“ He demanded, digging harder.

“YoOHohu heheAHERd MEHehe!” Blitzos ego really would be the death of him. Moxxie shoved a hand under his belly, digging in, making Blitz giggle even harder. Soon it got boring so Moxxie changed spots to Blitzo’s armpits. Their boss then finally dissolved into pure and uncontrollable laughter. The couple stared in awe. Usually Blitzo’s laugh was more maniacal, teasing, and obnoxious. But this was more genuine and happy. Childish even.

“Aw your laugh it’s so sweet Blitz!” Millie cooed, making Blitzo thrash harder and his face heat up.

“SHUHUT THE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP!” He cried.

Moxxie pretended to gasp in shock. “Well I never! Millie get his thighs.”

“W-WAITWAITWAHAHAHAHA-“ That was it. As soon as Millie began squeezing the back of his thighs Blitz was completely and utterly lost.

“Bad spot huh?” Moxxie grinned in a teasing tone as the imp pounded his fist against the floor with his laughter having gone silent.

Since they didn’t want to kill the poor demon, Moxxie gestured for Millie to stop.

Blitz had a hard time catching his breath, breathing as if he was hyperventilating. Soon he was able to manage speech. “Y-yohohu… w-whehen ihih- geheht myhy hahands ohon…” he couldn’t form any more words as he continued giggling excessively.

“I think we broke the poor guy.” Millie commented with a frown. “Nah he’s fine.” Moxxie reasoned. “At least now he knows what will happen when he messes with me.”

Let’s just say Blitzo got his revenge soon after.

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m4gp13 · 9 months

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Okay time to talk about Al's hero complex and Ethan's martyr complex more in-depth because I love it so much <3

Al's hero complex is pretty obvious. He thinks he's Katniss Everdeen fighting a valiant battle against the Capitol because no one told him he's not the main character. He sees himself and those who agree with him as the Heroes (tm) while any who oppose them are the Villains of Unrivalled Evil because obviously his people wouldn't be fighting them if they were anything less. Al definitely has the overwhelming optimistic approach of a heroic paragon who believes it's impossible for him to fail because he's the good guy and good guys always win (Ladies, Gentlemen and Assorted Genders I would now like to direct your attention to "heroes never die, right?"). Which is how he ended up getting the remainder of his army massacred because he wouldn't accept defeat and pushed them on for a last-ditch attempt at victory. He's willing to sacrifice his people for the greater good, and in this way he and Percy are like the inverse of "Villains will sacrifice the world to save their loved ones, heroes will sacrifice their loved ones to save the world."

Al was the most powerful child of Hecate and as such was chosen to lead the rest of her children into battle. For such a young guy, this probably gave him a sense of grandeur, importance and self-respect which translates well into him seeing himself as the hero of his story. He had Luke and his propaganda to look up to, Mt Othrys to run things from and the Princess Andromeda to help things along, as well as a swarm of younger demigods who saw him as a hero. Now I'm not saying it all got to his head but that is pretty much what I'm saying. There's also Hecate, who is a pretty loving mother all things considered and was helping and supporting Alabaster and her children all the way through the war. With her encouragement exacerbating Al's self-righteousness instead of giving him a reality check, his hero complex could only grow until it made the Al we see in Son of Magic. He has lost everything and has never been in a worse place but he is still so sure of himself and his own moral superiority.

Ethan's martyr complex is a little more subtle but it's there if you're looking. My guy sacrificed his eye to his mother and was A-Okay with the arrangement. He was asked, from a very young age, to go through a lot of short-term physical pain with the result of a long-term disability in order to make a change in the world, which he agreed to. So he already doesn't think too highly of himself which is a great start! His mother uses him as a vehicle for her goals and he is aware of this and consenting to it. He has already relegated his own life as a tool for someone else. And then there's the arena battle in the labyrinth where he was very quick to offer Percy his own head on a platter. He was thinking very pragmatically at the time. He didn't seem to care much about "holy shit I'm going to die" and was instead just thinking "If he kills me then I die but if he spares me then we'll both die 2-1=1 so if we go with the first option then that will be one less death" HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK. His own life is something he can step back from, view in the context of the bigger picture and figure out how detrimental the loss of it would be to everything else going on around him. And then to further prove my point the last thing he ever does in the series is actually martyr himself to stop Kronos from ruining his mother's plans. Way to make it easier for me buddy.

As for how he ended up like this, his mother is fucking Nemesis. A hero complex and a martyr complex run antiparallel to each other with the key difference being that a hero will do whatever it takes to succeed while a martyr is all too happy to throw their life away for The Cause. In the eyes of a young child desperate to please his mother who is known for harshly punishing the prideful and arrogant of the world, being a hero who desires personal success and glory would be far too egotistical, and in order to be a hero his mother would approve of, he must be entirely selfless about it. She would despise anything else.

#pjo #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #alabaster c torrington #alabaster torrington #the titan army #Ethan be like “self-esteem? I HARDLY KNOW EM!”#Q

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~ Proposing to ~

A/N:This is part 1 of this series. I am planning to make a version of this for every character(except Luke) over time. Some may come sooner than others but in the end they will appear.

-Lucifer x gn! MC-

You felt like you were going to fucking explode on the inside. You managed to convince the brothers to be out of the house for the night so you could finally put your plan into acction.

It was really simple, really. Prepare the dinner, put on the rare cursed record you managed to get your hands on, get dressed nice, get on one knee and propose. It was a straightfoward plan yet you still felt like you were gonna mess up the whole thing.

You were sure Lucifer would say yes, he talked on multiple occasions about how he wants to spend his eternity with you but proposing to the avatar of pride was bound to make you nervous beyond imagination.

It was too late to backdown now. You've already prepared a table with nice decorations with your favourite foods and drinks in the music room, dressed in your best clothes, put on the cursed record to play. The only thing missing was Lucifer, that was about to appear any minute now.

"MC, can I enter? I trust that you are already done with the preparations for your surprise." And speaking of the devil...literally. You check your clothes once again and went to open the door for him.

And there he was, the avatar of pride in all of his glory. He was wearing a dark blue suit, with gold and black details along the tie and the vests. On his shoulder his long coat was resting also with some subtle golden details. What caught your attention was not only the fact that he was not wearing gloves like he usually does, but that his nails were painted blue instead of the normal dark shade of red.

"I am done with the preparations, you came just in time." Closing the door behind him you went to take your sit at the table. You tried to open up the demonus bottle to pour some for Lucifer but he was one step ahead of you.

"You have already planned all of this, the least I can do is to pour drinks for us". After he was done pouring demonus for him he opened a wine bottle to pour in your glass. You needed some alcohol for courage, and since demonus had no efect on humans, wine was the best next thing.

"May I ask why did you prepare all of this? Don't get me wrong, it's all beautiful, but is there some special occassion I am not aware of?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you. He was onto you about planning something special but you were already prepared for this.

"It's just that...it's been a while since we have been on a proper date, and since I managed to get my hands on the 'Interwinded fates' record I thought a date in the music room would be perfect. Especially that I have heard you talk about how much you want this record" Lucifer looked at you for a bit, deep red eyes trying to find any lies in what you have just told him. When he couldn't find any he decided to shift his focus into something else "So tell me, how did you get your hands on the record? Even I had trouble trying to find a way to get it"

And the dinner continued just like that, exchanging stories from the last few days, telling him how you managed to get the cursed record, Lucifer telling you things from his past. You blamed the demonus for how open he was talking about some thing, but seeing him so relaxed and happy brough a smile on your face and a warm feeling in your chest.

As the dinner went on you could feel yourself relaxing. Talking with Lucifer over a few glasses of drinks seemed like the most natural thing in the world. You didn't know if it was due to the wine or the lights were shining just the right way but Lucifer seemed even more breath taking than usual. Finishing your glass of wine, you decided it's now or never, you really wanted to make this man your husband and there was nothing that could stop...maybe a no from him but that was out of the question.

"Lucifer, I have one more surprise for you, but I need you to close your eyes for this one" Throwing you a questioning look one last time, he closed his eyes, his whole body relaxing as he did that. You take out the ring box from where you kept it hidden. It contained a beautiful golden ring with red stones ingraved into it so the ring wouldn't bother Lucifer when working. You chosed this specific stone not only because of how beautiful it was but by what it ment too, eternity. The stone could be found only in Devildom, and if you stayed and think anout it, it reminded you of Lucifer's ruby like eyes.

You got down on one knee. Looking one last time at the ring you mentally prepared yourself for the proposal.

"Love, you can open your eyes now." Slowly, Lucifer opened his eyes, red eyes the same shade as the stone stared at you, seemingly in shock.

"I guess you were right earlier when you asked if there was a special occasion for this dinner. I want to keep standing by your side, through thick and thin. I want to be able to talk with you just as we did tonight because being with you feels like the most natural thing in the world to me so, Lucifer Morningstar, would you do me the honour and marry me?"

You don't think you have ever seen the avatar of pride looking as surprised as you did just now. His face was flushed red, eyes wide and mouth just a bit open, as if he was trying to find the right words.

After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer gives you his hand in order to stand up. "My dear MC, you didn't have to ask anymore. My whole being, body and soul belong to you already, but to answear your question" He brought one of his hands to your face and kissed you softly on your lips. "Of course I want to marry you. But I trust you are aware already that legally we can't do that yet, right?"

Putting the ring on his finger, you brought his hand to your lips to give it one more kiss "I am well aware of that, but that doesn't change how I feel. I want to spend the remainder of my life by your side." Your ran your thumb gently over the ring, still catching up with reality that Lucifer said yes and now you are engaged with him.

Sharing one more kiss, you resumed your dinner. The atmosphere was different, but not in a bad way. A huge stone off your chest was lifted and you felt like you were on cloud nine. Lucifer kept looking at his ring, a look of satisfaction clear on his face the whole time.

"You know, I thought I would be the one to propose to you but I don't mind it at all. You always manage to surprise me in the best ways possible." Lucifer filled both of your glasses with demonus and wine "We can talk more in detail tomorrow, but for now, let's just enjoy each other's company and the rest of the meal you worked so hard for."

He was right, there was more than enough time to talk about the future tomorrow, for now you just wanted to enjoy his company and the atmosphere you both created.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me imagines

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itsjulesharper · 10 months

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Love In The Air - Three Act Structure

A while back, I wrote a tweet thread on the story structure of MeMindY’s popular BL series, Love in the Air, specifically how romance-as-plot is used. Here is that thread:

I half-witnessed a Twitter stoush a few days ago, which prompted me to post a thread, and now, this post.

A bit of background - someone was tweeting about how much they loved BL drama Love In The Air (13ep series on iQiYi and Viki), and Twitter being Twitter, someone yucked their yum and bitched about how it basically had no plot. *sigh* so here we go, my 2c on story structure and how it applies to Love In The Air (it’s a breakdown of Payu and Rain’s story, which is the first 7 eps. Prapai and Sky feature in eps 8-13).

Fact: BL are stories about love. It's literally there in the descriptive, "boy love". No love? No plot. By definition,'plot' is a series of events that happen from beginning to end. And here's the thing - romance-as-plot has been around for centuries. It's the backbone of the billion-dollar romance novel industry. Just because there's no dead body, or people running from bad guys, or world disaster, or vampires taking over the city, doesn't mean there's no plot. The romance IS the plot.

Romance in BL is a must-have. Imagine picking up a murder mystery novel and not getting a murder or a mystery. A crime story with no crime to be solved. A romance novel must have A ROMANCE: two (sometimes more) people meet, encounter obstacles to their love, overcome their issues/obstacles, fall in love, admit love, end up happy. That's it. It's as simple and as complex as this. So let's apply storytelling structure to Love In The Air and see why it fits perfectly into the romance genre.

Act 1 (Set Up) Ordinary World - Our main characters are doing their thing in their normal, everyday world. Hot seme Payu is racing bikes, doing architect stuff and working in his garage. Bratty-but-cute uke Rain is a 1st year architecture student, crushing on a disinterested girl. Payu is a senior at Rain's school and a bit of a legend. All the students are heart-eyes for him, and that pisses Rain off.

Big Picture Question - will Payu and Rain fall in love and end up together?

Call to Adventure - Payu makes it clear he fancies Rain.

Refusal of the Call - Rain does not want, plays hard to get.

Acceptance of the Call - Rain and bestie Sky break into a private street race event, Payu rescues him. This pisses Rain off and now he wants to show his classmates Payu isn't all that. Tells Payu he will make him fall in love with him.

ACT 2 (All the Stuff Happens) Crossing the Threshold - with Payu accepting this challenge, Rain is now part of Payu's world.

Learning the Rules - Payu lays down the ground rules if Rain wants to see him - no cursing, call or text before showing up.

Mentors/Allies/Enemies - Rain's bestie, Sky, plus his school mates. Payu's bestie Prapai, and his bro, Saifah, plus the garage workers. Bad guy, Stop. And Chai, the 2IC for the rich street racer owner.

Trials/Failures/Successes - Rain has to swallow his pride and follow Payu's rules. Rain steps from his comfort zone and publicly declares he's pursuing Payu. Rain stops focusing on school, fails to submit an assignment. Payu chastises him for neglecting his studies. Rain works hard and finally gets praise for an assignment, and Payu is the first person he wants to tell.

Point of No Return - Rain's reward for his hard work is intimacy, praise and lovemaking. Payu accepts Rain can 'stand by his side'. This is further emphasised when Rain (a submissive uke) takes a more dominant role in the bedroom (btw their love scenes are fire)

-----> Story midpoint <---------

Escalation of Intimacy - talking, sharing of thoughts, ideals, emotions. Rain makes the first move with intimacy/kissing. Is no longer bothered being known as 'Payu's boy.' Also known as ‘removing the armour’ which is where our lovers are relaxed and trusting of the other enough to reveal the inner emotional stuff - secrets/dreams/hopes/trauma etc.

Oh Shit Moment - Rain is abducted by asshole Stop, which is revenge for having lost a bike race to Payu. Payu is forced to bow, is beaten up and it looks like our heroes won't get their happy ending???

Act 3 (New Improved World)

But Then, Victory - Chai to the rescue, Stop is stopped (ha!), Payu and Rain are saved.

Return to the New, Improved Ordinary World - Admission of love between Rain and Payu. Rain publicly declares Payu is his boyfriend in front of all his friends. Big Picture Question is answered and PayuRain get their happy ever after.

So there you have it - boys meet, overcome their emotional issues, fall in love, face challenges, admit love, finally get a HEA. This is a classic romance story in a nutshell.

FYI, I developed these 3 Act stages using a combination of Christopher Vogler's A Hero's Journey, and Michael Hague's 6-Act story structure. They are both experts and veterans in story telling structure.

#love in the air #bl series #thai bl #bossnoeul #boss natthaphon #noeul nuttarat #mame #memindy #writing #story structure #screen writing #three act structure

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Picasso | aftermath

Graduating university brings plenty of emotions; pride, excitement, accomplishment, even the feeling of losing adolescence. Before their era of study draws to a close, Sam finds one more way to make the experience unforgettable for Picasso.

Read Picasso here

Pairing: sam kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: literally just fluff!! some swearing, too!sorry if i miss any!

hey so i wasn’t going to do this, but i couldn’t help myself ahahah. i didn’t want to make Picasso into a series, mostly because i loved the characters too much to write anything other than sweetness for them, and i always tend to throw in a bit of tension with longer stories. besides, everyone reads a series for a happy ending, right? but, i did want to write some more fluffiness because i grew super attached to these characters in specific. so, enjoy the little glimpse at happiness i wrote for them! as always, be kind, enjoy, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻

“Stop moving!” You expelled, a giggle falling from your lips.

“I didn’t move!” Sam shot back, a laugh hidden in his defence.

“Clearly you did! If you didn’t, why is your Bass facing the wall, now?” The question caused a look of surprise to cross his face. He looked down at the instrument, unable to argue the point. “Don’t lie to me, Samuel!” You continued to look over the top of the canvas, hoping to catch his eye for a moment. Redness was riddled across your skin, the constant ghost of laughter stuck in your throat, and the urge to throw your paintbrushes down and run over to kiss him was growing by the second. He glanced over at you, doing his absolute best to keep his body still.

“It’s hard, okay? I don’t think I’ve ever sat still for this long in my entire life!”

“You were the one who insisted we do it this way, so stop complaining.” You reminded him, looking over the glisten of wet paint on the previously white material.

“Can’t a man change his mind?”

“No, actually.” You nudged your fingertip against the spot you’d just brushed the bristles against, smoothing out the dollop of paint that laid on a bit too thick. “In your words, a reference photo is ‘impersonal and boring’. If you want to be a live model so bad, then shut up and enjoy it.”

“You’re mean to me, you know. You used to be so nice.” He chided, but obliged to your request. He kept his position, both of you knowing that the argument was only in good fun.

“Then I got to know you.” You grumbled.

“Ouch,” you ran a few thin strokes of white paint through the mess of brown you’d used for his hair. “I don’t have to take this abuse.” He informed you.

“God, you talk a lot!” You exclaimed, a grin eating away at your lips. “The more you distract me, the longer this is going to take!”

“Fine,” he replied, much like a toddler who couldn’t get his way. You both fell back into silence, your hands working while your eyes familiarized yourself with him even more, if it were even possible.

In truth, you were almost finished with the portrait. You were dragging it out just a little bit longer because of his refusal to comply. You’d been working for a few hours, now, focused solely on your final piece for the semester. Portraits were your least favourite type of painting, but the process was much more enjoyable with him as the subject. This was your seventh and final session, the weeks of hard work finally coming to a close. You were almost sad to wrap up the project, mostly because it meant your uninterrupted one-on-one time would be coming to an end, too. Not that it would disappear completely, though. You were sure you’d both find another way to engross yourself in one another. It was just how you worked; yours and Sam’s lives were almost unbearably intertwined, starting from the very beginning and only worsening as time went on.

The end of your university experience was drawing to a close. This class was your final credit needed to graduate, and you were determined to go above and beyond. There was no doubt in your mind that this would do the trick, but even you had to admit you were a tad bit biased. In your opinion, anything that had to do with Sam was awe-inspiring. The piece was your largest to date; it was nearly half your height and was about just as wide. To you, it didn’t matter. You’d paint murals if it meant you got to showcase the beauty of Sam Kiszka. In the journey of loving him, this was your biggest profession of romance, to date.

Starting all the way back in freshman year, he’d managed to win your heart simply by existing. By chance, you’d managed to catch his attention, too. If Danny had not been such a meddler, you would never be where you are, now. After that first night of emotional confession, your’s and Sam’s lived seemed to intertwine as if it were written in the stars to be that way. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner dates, late nights at the studio where he watched you work, sneaking into the music conservatory to listen to him play, and many nights spent in each others beds lead to an undeniable connection. You’d fallen in love with each other before you’d ever shared a word, and it only grew stronger as time passed.

In your second year, you’d gotten a tiny studio apartment for yourself and continued on with your studies while off-campus. Sam and Danny moved in together just down the street, leaving an even bigger opportunity for your relationship to grow. By the time third year rolled around, you and Sam were beyond dedicated to each other. Danny had quickly worked his way to being your best friend in the entire world, and you finally seemed to find that sense of belonging you’d spent your entire life searching for. In your third year, it was unspoken that you’d be moving in with them, too. That year, you had the opportunity to meet his family, and with their soaring approval, you solidified your home in his heart. Now, three years later, you were still as in love with him as you were in the beginning.

It had been a lifetimes worth of music, art, and laughter. Never a fear of standing in each others way, because you were both always each others biggest fans. Never a question of doubt, or limitation, because you became professionals at growing alongside each other. He wasn’t your reason to live, or anything as dramatic of the sorts, but he certainly made life better. Every moral, memory, and purpose remained the same, they just grew to include him, too. You’d left your hometown in hopes of self-discovery, and you found it, along with so much more. There was never a need to leave and search for more, because you’d found everything you needed within the walls of that run down-residence building.

“I’m done,” you breathed, a toothy smile breaking out on your face. His eyes lit up, almost as if he couldn’t believe your words. He made a move to stand, but you held your hand up to stop him. “Hold on!” you took another look over at him. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of adoration at the sight. The rays of sunlight were filtering through the window and hitting him perfectly, casting a golden glow over his already breathtaking features. A small smile danced on his lips, but it almost permanently resided there. You were certain he wasn’t even aware of it. His hair was practically shining in the light, and his eyes remained on you, so full of love and letting you know it without even having to speak it aloud. You checked over the painting, ensuring you had every detail perfect. “Yeah, it’s done.” You beamed.

“Can I see?” A glimmer of hope twinkled in his eye. You hadn’t let him see it at all, wanting the grand finale to take him as a shock.

“Yeah,” you nodded, holding your hand out to him. He stood, placing his bass on its stand in the corner of the room. He approached you with caution, scared that you may change your mind. When you didn’t protest, he grabbed hold of your hand and laced his fingers through yours. You gave him a gentle pull towards you, ushering him closer. Before looking at the canvas, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. You gave a hum of satisfaction, happy for the gesture. “Ready?” He nodded, hesitant to pull back from you.

He took a step back, eyes taking in the portrait before him. A few minutes passed before he spoke; he wanted to appreciate it as much as he could. “Y/n, this is… phenomenal.” He said, leaning closer to get a better look. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked that pretty.” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his statement.

“I was actually worried I didn’t do you any justice.” You admitted. You took the time to examine the piece, too.

He was sat on a stool, head tilted towards the ceiling with his hair cascading down his back, giving the best view of his face. The neck of his bass guitar was held in his hand, the body propped on his foot which was resting on one of the rungs of the stool. It was turned towards you at an angle, used more as an accessory rather than a centre. You added some hanging plants in the background, vines standing prominent against the beige wall. On his left, you showcased the window which had been casting the glow over him. He looked ethereal, although to you, that was completely normal.

“Justice?” He scoffed. “This is…” he paused, trying to put his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I don’t even have the right words for this, baby. It looks like you took the picture with a camera.” He let his hand fall on your upper back, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine.

“Worth the wait?” You asked, looking up to him.

“Very much so.” He assured you. “Are you submitting this for the contest, too?”

“I was thinking about it.” You admitted. The university was holding a competition for the upper year art students. The prize was money, but that didn’t really matter to you. What mattered was showing off your work, and your beautiful boyfriend in the process. It was more of a show of luck; bragging, even. “Wasn’t sure if I was going to enter at all, but I’m thinking that I should at least try. If I submit this one, I’ll have to win. Bet they’ve never seen a portrait of someone this beautiful.” You smiled. He let out a chuckle, leaning down and placing a kiss on your head.

“Only way it could have been better is if you painted a picture of yourself.” You felt the familiar blush rise to your cheeks, one he never had any trouble causing. “You know, I’m glad we use this room for this stuff.” He hummed, taking in the overflowing mess of art supplies and instruments. When you all moved in, you and Sam had claimed the extra room for all things art and music. Danny had no issue with it, spending just as much time in there with you both. It saved both of you from having to travel to campus to work, and gave you some extra bedroom space by not having to store all of your stuff in there with you.

“Me, too.” You agreed.

“When we get our own house, I want your art everywhere.” He whispered. “It deserves to be shown off,” you turned your head to look up at him, giving him a smile. “Just like you.” He took your face in his hand, leaning down and giving you another kiss.

“You’re just being nice because you finally got me to paint a portrait of you.” You teased. He’d been hinting at the idea since you’d started dating, but you’d always brushed it off. You vowed you would someday, but you wanted to have all the knowledge and practice you needed before attempting to recreate such a beautiful scene. At the end of your degree, you finally decided to take him up on the offer, feeling ready for the challenge. To date, it was your most prized creation. Less so for the work you put into it, more so because it was a picture of him.

“I’m always nice to you.” His lips turned down into a frown. You pulled him into another kiss, quickly erasing the expression away. When he pulled back, you were almost sad at the loss of contact. Still, years later, you were just as excited to kiss him, or touch him, or speak with him. It was like you’d never moved on from the honeymoon stage; the love and the adoration all the same, just with the added bonus of knowing him completely. He was your best friend more so than your partner. He made the happiness a little bit bigger, and the sadness a little less intense. You were hopelessly in love with him, still pining over him like you used to while sitting alone in your dorm room. The difference though, was now you got to share a life with him. It was a beautiful thing to crush on someone while actively getting to love them. “We better get ready if we’re gonna make that dinner reservation.” He said, noticing the time on the clock behind you.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that.” You admitted, feeling a bit guilty.

“I didn’t,” he smiled, hoping you didn’t notice the hint of nervousness behind his eyes. You got up, removing your apron and hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall. You left the canvas there, figuring it would dry enough to move it by the time you got back. You cleaned up your paints and brushes and put them all away while Sam helped where he could. He knew you liked to keep them in a certain way, so he tried to aid without overstepping or disrupting your organization.

You both went back to your shared bedroom, searching for an outfit suitable for the restaurant Sam had chosen. He didn’t give you much information, aside from telling you it was fancy and your reservation was for 6. You grabbed a dress from your closet, eyeing it for a while before deciding it was good enough. You brought it to the bathroom, showering quickly and changing into it. You blow dried your hair and threw on some makeup, spritzing on some perfume before checking yourself in the mirror. You let out a noise of triumph, satisfied with your work. When you joined Sam, he was changed into a pair of black jeans and a button up, cuffed up to the elbows. He’d thrown on cologne, the smell immediately enveloping you and inviting you in. His hair was hanging down, framing his face, perfectly showcasing his features.

“You look stunning,” he breathed, looking you up and down.

“You look pretty good yourself,” you complimented, approaching him and placing a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head, capturing your lips in a real kiss before you got away.

“Ready?” He asked, giving you a smile. He was fidgeting with his hands, unsure of what to do with them. To busy them, he threw on a jacket, checking his pockets a few times before looking back to you, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” you nodded, grabbing a light jacket for yourself. You picked some nice shoes from the closet, slipping them on and reaching for his hand. He took it, almost immediately relaxing at the feeling. You both left the room with no more words exchanged.

As you made your way to the front door, you passed Danny in the kitchen. He gave a wave, engrossed in whatever textbook he had on display in front of him. He looked up only for a moment to give a smile. “Big date night?” He asked, taking in your attire. You gave a nod, a small smile on your lips.

“You, too, I see.” You joked.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “One last exam and then I’m a free man.”

“I just finished my last project, too.” You beamed. Sam was finished a week ago, his degree practically in his hand already.

“We’re all grown up, now.” Danny said, looking between both of you.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” Sam chuckled.

“You guys better go if you’re gonna make the reservation.” Danny said, checking his watch. You tilted your head to the side, curious as to why Danny was so aware of the specifics of your date. “Don’t have too much fun, and be home before ten.” He sent a wink in Sam’s direction.

“Will do.” Sam gave him a joking salute. With that, he continued to guide you towards the front door. As you stepped outside, the sun warmed your face, causing a smile. The wind was still cool, but the essence of summer was knocking on the door, practically ready to burst through. You both walked down the street wordlessly, content with the company and the promise of a good night. The joys of living so close to campus also meant that there were plenty of stores and restaurants within walking distance, too.

It didn’t take long to reach the restaurant, only a few minutes at your casual pace. When you arrived, Sam held the door for you. You smiled to yourself, instantly reminded of the memory of the first dinner you shared together. He entered behind you, wasting no time snaking his arm around your waist. He walked up to the worker who was seating customers and let him know his name. Without hesitation, he led you both to a corner booth. Your eyes took in the sight around you, marvelling at the fanciful decor and structure of the building. You slid in one side and Sam sat across from you. With a bid of a good night and a pair of menus, you two were left alone.

Sam was back to fidgeting with his hands, unsure of what to do with himself. You reached across the table, placing your hand atop of his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “What’s up?” You asked, curious once more.

“I don’t know, just nervous I guess.” He let out a small laugh.

“What are you nervous for? It’s just me, Sammy.”

“I know.” He responded. “I’m always nervous around pretty girls.” He smiled. Your anxiety was soothed, happy to hear some normalcy from him. “So, you know how we were talking about moving to Frankenmuth for a while?” He asked. You nodded, wondering where he was going with the question.

“I found a spot, and I think you’ll like it.” He said, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. You grinned, eager to see what he’d discovered. He was incredibly excited to be moving in together, just the two of you. You’d decided you would stay in his hometown for a while, just to figure life out before settling down permanently. You both agreed that access to family was a good idea, and there was no way in hell you would move back to your hometown. Plus, over the years, his family had become your own, anyhow. You both had been apartment hunting with no real intent; neither of you had found one that caught your eye.

He pulled up a picture, showing you the listing. You took his phone, swiping through the photographs. With each picture, you found yourself falling more in love with the place. When you reached the end, you gave an eager nod. “That’s the one, I think.” He smiled, letting out a small sigh of relief.

“Josh actually sent it to me, so we can thank him.” He admitted.

“You had your brothers on the hunt, too?” You laughed.

“Everyone, actually.” He admitted, cheeks dusted with pink. “Wanted to find the perfect spot.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sam. Anywhere would be perfect as long as I’m with you.” You assured him. He caught your eye, giving you a smile. “But, in terms of perfect places, that’s the one.” You added.

“Then it’s settled.” You handed him his phone back. You both agreed that once you had some money saved, you’d travel the world. You were certain you wanted to be with him, but your craving for experiencing the world had never left. You were grateful that he was so supportive of the idea, and that you’d get to share the memories with him, now. Soon after, you both ordered your food. Sam’s attention fell on a bottle of champagne on the menu, not being able to resist the temptation. You couldn’t find it in yourself to fake a complaint, content with his choice, too. When the waiter returned with two glasses, he was sure to fill yours before his. You sipped at the drink, watching him carefully.

“You know, you never told me why we’re on such a fancy outing.” You were begging for just a sliver of information. He was always taking you on dates, never afraid to show you off, but this one was quite different than the others. Much more serious, and he was being awfully reserved as to why.

“Celebrating.” He said, but that was all.

“Celebrating what, exactly?” He gave a shrug.

“Graduation, adulthood… us.” He grinned.

“We celebrate us everyday, don’t you think?” You laughed.

“Is there an issue with that?” He teased. Before you could reply, your food was brought to the table. Instead of continuing the conversation, you both ate in almost silence, not realizing how hungry you were.

The meal was filled with small chatter, nothing of importance but still fulfilling. Mostly just talk about the future, excitement for the new beginning and verbalized happiness because you both could experience it together. As you were finishing your meal, you were also making noticeable progress with the bottle of champagne. Sam threw the idea of dessert in the air, sparking your interest further. “You’re really treating me, tonight.” You smirked.

“Nothing but the best for you, Picasso.” That was one thing that never changed; the nickname. If anything, it grew to become permanent, almost a rite of passage. You were certain you’d never escape it.

You and Sam settled on sharing a dessert, both too full to handle one of your own. It didn’t take long for that to be presented to you, too. As you both picked away at it, you noticed Sam’s aura change once more. Somewhere between the apartment talk and the second glass of champagne, his anxiety seemed to melt away. Now that the dinner was coming to a close, it was back in full force. You thought he might explode, just by the way his leg was bouncing under the table. His nervousness was producing one in you, too, completely unaware of why he felt such a way.

“Okay, you’ve gotta tell me what’s up.” You gave a little chuckle, catching his attention. “You’re scaring me.”

“No! It’s nothing bad, I promise.” He laughed, catching on to what you were saying and stopping his nervous ticks.

“Then what is it?” You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“God, you’re pushy.” He smirked. “I love you, but you’ve got no patience.”

“Never have, you know that.” You argued, defending yourself. He looked around, scoping out the restaurant and seeing that it was quite empty, now. “What is it, Sam?”

“Fine.” He placed his fork on the plate, leaning back in his seat and taking a long look over your face. You raised an eyebrow in expectation, not willing to play the game any longer. His hand returned to the pocket of his jacket, searching for something. He waited before moving any further, still looking a bit hesitant. After a moment of a staring contest, he pulled the item out and placed it on the table without a word. “I was gonna do it properly, but someone couldn’t wait any longer.” He snipped, humour very evident in his voice. You paid no mind to his torment, eyes only focused on what he’d presented to you.

“Sam…” you breathed, heart drumming against your chest. All other words got lost in translation, no coherent thought process happening in your brain.

“I know.” He hummed.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Depends.” He said, eyeing you with caution. “Open it and find out.” You caught his gaze, all of the nerves in your body calming at the sight of him. He gave you a reassuring smile, likely feeling the same way. Still, you were quite content with the staring contest you’d started with the inanimate object. When you didn’t move, he reached for the small velvet box. He carefully pulled the top open, waiting to see your reaction.

“Sam,” You repeated, voice shaky, feeling the prickle of tears threaten to spill over. The intricate design of the diamond ring was breathtaking. It wasn’t over the top; it was small, but perfectly beautiful in its simplicity. You were certain he couldn’t have made a better choice.

“Please tell me those are happy tears.” He chuckled, but you could tell he was nearly bursting with anxiety.

“Yeah, of course they are.” You dismissed his worry, a tone of incredulity taking over. You were almost angry with him for thinking otherwise.

“Oh, thank god,” he sighed. “Didn’t want to do this if you were going to be upset. Would be a lot more embarrassing if you said no.” He joked, sliding out of the booth and holding his free hand out to you. You joined him, and he wasted no time sinking down to one knee. “I know we’re young, but I’d like to believe we’re a lot less childish than we were when we first came here. And if I do remember correctly, all of those years ago, we promised we would do stupid things and learn from them, together. I don’t think this is stupid by any means, but if it is, I’d be happy to add it to my bucket list of things to learn from, with you.” He started, speaking directly from the heart. He’d written and rewritten what he wanted to say a million times, and finally settled on a simple, short mix between everything he could think of.

“I don’t have a lot to say, because there’s no words that could ever amount to anything I feel about you. I could talk for hours and still never be able to explain it right. You’re the love of my life, you’re Picasso. You’re… everything.” He took a deep breath, the profession hitting him harder than he thought it would. “Falling in love with you was easier than falling asleep. Spending the rest of my life with you is the smallest way I can express how much you mean to me. I don’t know what comes after this life, but every day I pray that it involves you, too. I want to spend every lifetime, in every universe with you. What I feel for you is way beyond the years we get to spend here, and I know that there’s nothing that could ever compare. I have the entire world standing in front of me right now, and I’m lucky to even get to experience what it’s like to love you. So, I guess I’m asking if you’ll let me do it forever. Paint me pictures until I run out of places to put them, let me write you songs until you get sick of hearing them. Do stupid shit with me for the rest of our lives, learn with me, grow with me…” he paused. “Marry me, Picasso?”

“Of course I will, Sam.” You laughed as you nodded enthusiastically, the tears finally spilling onto your cheeks. He let out a sigh of relief, slipping the ring onto your finger. “Get off the floor, you look stupid.” You joked. He rolled his eyes, but did as you said.

“That’s what I get for being romantic?” He teased, snaking his arm around your waist.

“I love you, Sam. More than anything.” You placed a hand on his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. He held you there, finally realizing his anxiety had been entirely misplaced. “How long have you been planning this?” You asked when you pulled away.

“Well, forever.” He laughed. “Kinda knew I wanted to marry you since that first night in your dorm room. You were just… special.” He admitted. “I knew I couldn’t propose then, or I’d look pretty idiotic. But I saved every spare cent until I could afford the ring. Been sitting in my dresser for a few months, now. Was just waiting for the right time. Now that we’re done with school, I figured I was in the clear. We’re adults now, remember?” He grinned.

“You’ve known for that long?” He nodded, still holding you close to him. “I have, too, I think.” You felt another blush rise to your cheeks.

“To be honest, I wasn’t planning on doing it here. I was just too nervous, and you were asking questions, and yeah… Danny’s probably got the whole living room decorated for me. He was in on it, too. Was gonna get pictures for us.” He was a bit embarrassed, you could tell just from his voice. Also probably a bit guilty for having Danny do all the work. Even so, the proposal was perfect, and undoubtedly you. The history of your relationship with Sam was long, but mostly based on the heart, and the notion of feeling like you were safe enough to follow your heart. Just as your relationship began, the proposal was in the heat of the moment; the imperfect nature made it all the more remarkable.

“Well… here.” You pulled back from him, slipping the ring off your finger and handing it to him.

“Woah, hold on! You already said yes, and-“

“No, Sammy,” you giggled. “I’m not giving it back, I still would very much like to marry you. Just returning it momentarily. We can do it properly, let Danny get his pictures, have his proud mom moment. Plus… I think I’d like to have the memory forever. Pictures would be great.”

“Oh, okay,” he let out a long exhale. “You scared me.” You both laughed, realizing how wrong the action seemed in the beginning. “You think he’ll know?”

“I’m really good at acting.” You both knew it was a lie; your C in your theatre class looming over your head as you said it.

“Yeah, if anything, practice makes perfect.” He tried to play along. “Actually doing it was much different than practicing in front of a mirror. I practiced with Danny a few times, but he always said no. Was a bit disheartening, really.” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the idea, imagining the picture so clearly.

“That’s a shame. He would’ve looked so pretty in a wedding dress.”

“That’s what I said!” Sam exclaimed. You both died down from your fit of giggles after a moment. “I love you, Picasso.” He breathed.

“I love you so much, Sammy.” And you meant it, forever thankful to the university for placing him across the hall from you. You both gathered your things, paying for the bill and returning to the street. The walk home was quiet, both of you content with the company and already daydreaming about wedding planning.

When you arrived home, all of the lights were off and Danny had taken it upon himself to play some soft music through the record player. At the sound of the door, he immediately took to hiding. Sam guided you to the living room, looking to you with real hope in his eyes. Even if he’d already gotten the answer he wanted, he still wanted to please you. As he proposed the second time, it was much more put together and way less nerve-racking. Still, the tears that spilled were very real, and the enthusiasm in your yes was all the same. Danny managed to sneak a few pictures of the actual event, but saved the majority for the end, not wanting to distract either of you.

Although your performance was grand, Danny was quick to catch on to the fact Sam had let the cat out of the bag. The clarity of his speech and lax attitude was a dead giveaway. He knew Sam had been out of his mind with worry since he’d bought the ring. Even so, he couldn’t find it within himself to be upset, even finding tears in his own eyes for a moment. He was more than happy to be a part of the event, spending the last years being nothing other than your biggest fan. Once the commotion died down and all of the pictures were taken, nobody was sure where to go from there.

“Listen to this one,” Danny said, looking between you both. You watched him in curiosity, wondering what he would say. “Billy Joel and Picasso walk into a wedding venue. You’ll never guess who they run into.” You erupted into a fit of giggles, delighted at the knowledge he remembered your stupid joke from so long ago.

“Hmmm… I wonder who it could be.” Sam placed his fingers to his chin, pretending to think about it.

“Shakespeare!” You exploded, causing them both to laugh.

“Yeah, but he’s not very happy.” Danny said, a smile breaking through his look of false seriousness. “Not only did Picasso steal his boyfriend, but they both told him he was ‘too old, and a ‘dude’,” he air-quoted his last word “as if that means anything,” he grumbled quickly. “So they wouldn’t let him be the flower girl!” You all dissolved into another fit of laughter. “Jokes aside, I’m really happy for you guys. Still holding out hope for the flower girl thing, but happy, nonetheless.” He advanced towards you and pulled you both into a hug.

“You can be the flower girl, Danny. I think you’d look awfully good in a dress.” You mumbled, words slightly muffled due to your head being buried in his shoulder.

“Best news I’ve gotten all day.” He teased. You held onto him for a moment longer and a bit tighter, finally realizing that this was your forever. Surrounded by love and laughter, and never feeling out of place. You were certain life couldn’t get any better, completely satisfied with the little family you’d created together, and eager to keep building it.

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