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jiniretracha · 4 months

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SKZ as your boyfriend

How I imagine the SKZ members would act around you as your partners.

Warnings: Fluff and smut

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MASTERLIST

BANG CHAN

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Worries about you 24/7: This man is a protector. If he’s not there with you, physically, he’ll send you texts every once in a while, asking you how was your day, or if you had something to eat.

Takes good care of you when you’re on your period: Whenever you are on your period, he’d always come back from work with bags full of snacks that he knows you like and the pads you use (he has obviously memorised the details of them so that he wouldn’t mess up and bring the ones you don’t use).

Gets along really well with your parents: Chan is a gentleman. Your mother adores him and he’s now your dad’s best friend. He’ll thank them for raising such a sweet girl like you, making your mom swoon and hug him. Your parents know you’ve found the one.

Takes you out on dates any time he can: He likes to spoil you, a lot. He likes to take you out on dates just because he knows you love to dress up and get your makeup done nicely for the occasion, and also because he loves to spend time with you while enjoying a nice dinner. It's a win-win situation. And also… he’s never going to let you pay. He’ll get mad at you if you even insinuate you should split the check up.

Lets you wear his clothes: If he sees you shiver, he wouldn’t hesitate. Even if it’s 4 degrees outside, he wouldn’t think twice of taking his hoodie off and giving it to you. From one side, because he’d never let you suffer from the cold or get sick because of it, and from the other, because he absolutely adores seeing you wearing his clothes.

Nicknames I think he’d use on you: Baby, Babygirl, Princess

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He is possessive: If he sees someone from the staff giving you the eyes, or even someone online commenting how hot you looked, he’d see red. He knew what he had and he’d be damned if someone took you away from him. He’d obviously take that pent up frustration out on you in the best way possible.

His favourite position: Missionary. He loves to watch your fucked out face as he fucks you. He gets the best view of your chest bouncing in front of his eyes and loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck while your hands are on his hair, gripping it.

He thinks aftercare is so important. He wouldn’t let you fall asleep without cleaning you up with a rag or drawing you a bath.

After taking you apart again and again, he’d wrap his big ass arms around you and cuddle you, spooning you from behind.

LEE KNOW

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Cooks for you: We have seen it in several blogs, this man can cook. Even if you know how to, he’d never let you step foot in the kitchen. He wants and likes to cook for you.

Gets jealous easily but in a playful way: He’d see you talk to one of the members or a staff member and he’d immediately put on a pouty face. You’d go back to him and he’d pull away, making you frown. “Go back to your new boyfriend” he’d playfully say. He then tells you you can make it up to him by giving him endless kisses and cuddles.

Can read you like a book: I feel like this man knows you very well. He’ll know how you feel with just one look at your face. And the best part, he’d know just what to do. If he senses you’re feeling bad, he'll wrap his arms around you silently and he’ll make you feel better.

Treats you like the mother of his cats: Whenever he’s with his cats and he sees you arrive, he’d tell them: “Look, mommy’s here”, making you coo and lead him on with his antics.

Annoys you: He knows how to push your buttons. He’d see you on your bed, scrolling the feed of your Instagram and he’d drop himself on top of you, making you huff in surprise and start squealing, pleading him to get off of you.

Nicknames: Jagiya (Korean for ‘baby’), Bunny, Baby

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I feel like Minho would be the type of boyfriend who would let out his pent up frustration out on you by fucking you, and viceversa. He’d let you take your anger out on him in the most pleasurable way.

Favourite position: All fours. Absolutely. This man loves your ass and he loves to watch it as he fucks you from behind.

Booty slaps 24/7: It is known that Lee Minho loves to slap the member’s asses. You aren’t the exception. Hell, it’s even worse. He’d be obsessed with your ass. No matter how big or small it is. He’ll slap, touch or even cuddle it as much as he can.

Hair Pulling: I know this man is in fact into hair pulling. In whichever position he’s taking you in, he’ll grab and pull on your hair. Even when you aren’t having sex, if he sees you in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, he’ll wrap his fingers around your hair, pulling it gently so that he can pull your head back and kiss your neck as he whispers a “good morning” into your skin.

CHANGBIN

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Carries ALL of your bags for you: Dating a gymbro (because, let’s face it, he’s one of them) comes with a lot of perks. Changbin would never let you carry your bags. You go to the market? He’ll carry the bags with groceries. You’re coming back from a trip? He’ll carry your luggage. Even if you’re feeling exhausted from walking, he’ll offer his back for you to hop on and carry you. And don’t say no, he’ll feel offended. He loves carrying his girl.

Spams your phone with lots of pics from the gym: Whenever he goes to the gym (which is always), he’ll never forget to send you a mirror pic while working out.

Walks with an arm around you: Changbin will always walk with an arm around you. Always. He wants you to feel loved and protected.

Buys you plushies: Whenever there’s an anniversary, a birthday, a date night, or just a random day, he’ll always buy a plushie that reminds him of you or something that you said. Of course, he’ll gift you every single edition that comes out of Dwaekki, always. You need to have them all.

Stares at you: You’ll catch Changbin staring at you all the time. You’d be talking or ranting about something of your interest and he’ll probably won’t listen to you. He’s too busy staring at your pretty face to pay attention. Even if someone is talking to him, and you’re in the same room, he’ll probably won’t listen to them, he’ll just stare at his girlfriend.

Nicknames: Beautiful, Babe, Doll.

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Changbin, a guy with big arms, would like to show you how strong he is by manhandling you into any position he’d like.

Favourite position: Against a wall. As I said before, he likes to show how strong he is. I’ll bet he’d love to hoist you in his arms, press you against a wall and just give it to you.

I feel like sex with Changbin will be hardcore or very soft and vanilla. There is no in between. There will be nights where he’ll just want to release and pound into you, drilling you into the mattress. And there will be nights where he’ll just want to make love to you and shower you with kisses and sweet nothings whispered into your ear.

HYUNJIN

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Museum dates: He loves going to museums, and loves spending time with you. So why not combine those things? Hyunjin would love to walk through a museum or art gallery while holding your hand.

Gifts you his art: Jinnie loves painting you and sketching you. He’ll show his love and dedication for you through his art. As his number one fan, you’d have them framed on the wall all around your house. Whenever you have a visit, you’d always tell them with a proud smile on your face: “My boyfriend did that”.

Clingy: As much as Hyunjin loves to say he doesn’t like skinship, I know that thought will fly out of his mind as soon as he meets the love of his life (aka you). He’ll always hold hands with you. Always. He’ll randomly hug you. He’ll press kisses on your neck, cheeks, lips, everywhere in his reach.

Being romantic 24/7: That boy is so romantic and will try to show his love for you in every way possible. He’ll gift you a sketchbook filled with drawings of your face. Gifts you a notebook filled (from first to last page) with poetry written only for you. His muse. Will give you flowers every time he can. Red roses, specifically, because he knows that they embody love.

Flirty: We all know it’s in Hyunjin’s nature to be flirty. He won’t let it be an exception around you. He’ll flirt with you all the time. When you’re alone, when you’re in public, always. He’ll say the worst and cheesiest pick up lines and the most romantic ones as well.

Nicknames: My muse, Angel, Baby.

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Hyunjin loves morning sex. He loves waking you up in the most delicious way. He’ll start by sucking on the soft skin on your neck. Then, trailing his lips to your chest, gives you an orgasm with his mouth and then he’d slide into you and make you come at least twice before you even have the chance to open your eyes. Afterwards, he’d press a long kiss onto your lips and whisper: “Good morning, my muse”.

Favourite position: Missionary. I feel like Hyunjin would love to brace himself up on top of you with those arms and whisper into your lips the filthiest things.

I know he’s into choking. He knows he has beautiful and hot hands, and he just loves seeing them wrapped around your neck. He’ll even fuck you in front of a mirror with his hand on your neck, making you watch how beautiful you are while you take him.

He’s a whore for oral: In both ways. He loves when you sink to your knees for him and you wrap your lips around him. He loves the way you suck him off. He’d commit crimes for it. And vice versa. With those lips, I know he’s good at it. He’ll just plaster his face into your core, his nose pressing against your clit while he devours you. He loves tasting you and pulling those sinful moans out of you.

HAN

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Writes songs about you: Jisung can’t stop writing songs about you. He loves you so much and his hand would grow tired from all the lyrics his mind would come up with about how beautiful you are and how much he adores you as he writes them down.

Let’s you brush his hair: You’d sit him down on a chair or on the bed while you brush his hair softly and he’d just stare at you with the biggest simp grin on his face.

Sings you to sleep: He knows you love his voice and how soothing you think it is. Jisung would just wrap his arms around you, press a kiss into your hair and lowly sing one of your favourite tunes or a song he wrote about you without you knowing about the existence of it.

Steals your clothes: I know Jisung would love showing up to the studio wearing one of your hoodies. He loves wearing them because they have your scent and perfume, and it makes him feel at home. The member would ask him if it he was wearing a new hoodie and he’d just smile with his lips pressed against each other and shake his head. “Nope, it’s my girl’s”.

Loves to hold you: Whether it is your hand, your arm, or your body in a hug, he has to hold you. As someone who gets anxious pretty often, Jisung finds it reassuring to know he has you there for him and just your touch and presence will calm him down and soothe the anxiety.

Nicknames: Cutie, Sweetie, honey

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I feel like Jisung would be the sweetest thing in bed. Always asking if what he’s doing is okay, if he’s hurting you and if you’re feeling okay.

Favourite position: Cowgirl. He loves having you on top of you. He’d place his hands on your hips and get the best view from where he lies.

He’s very vocal in bed, always telling you how good you’re making him feel, how good your pussy feels around his cock. He’d never hide his moans from you, never.

FELIX

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Clingy: Just like Hyunjin, but we all know this man is a sucker for skinship. It is a need. He always has to have some sort of contact with your skin. Holding your hand, his hand on your thigh, your arm, you name it.

Puts you above anything else: You’re his number one priority. And it is non-debatable. If you’re sick, he’ll drop everything to go to you and take care of you. If you want to go on a date, he’ll drop everything to get you that date. If you want to watch a movie, even if he knows he doesn’t like it, even if it’s a horror movie, he’ll put it on.

Kisses 24/7: He lives for your kisses. He loves you so much he can’t go one single second without feeling your kiss. He’d see you across the room, and he’ll walk to you and press a kiss to your lips. The reason? Nothing, he doesn't have to have one. He just loves you and loves showing it to you. He’ll always shower your face with kisses. Always.

Creates playlists with songs that reminds him of you: You wouldn’t be surprised if he shared a link to a playlist he made for the two of you, filled with songs that remind him of you and how he feels for you. You wouldn’t be surprised because he’s the sweetest boy ever.

Heart Eyes: The members are always teasing him about how whipped he is for you. And he doesn’t even try to hide it. He’s always staring at you whenever you’re in the same room as him. He can’t help it. Lix thinks he is the luckiest person in the world because you’re with him. He’ll unconsciously smile as he gives you the most lovesick puppy look.

Nicknames: Sunshine, My love, Princess (because if he gets called ‘prince’, then you’re his princess).

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He knows you love his deep voice (who doesn’t) and he takes advantage of it. He’d tell you how good you feel, how sexy and beautiful you are, how he is the luckiest person in the world to be able to fuck you, all with his deep, sensual voice.

Favourite position: Any position he gets to see your face in. If you want him to give it to you from behind, he just has to have a mirror in front of the two of you so he can see your face as he takes you apart and puts you back together.

Felix loves your tits. Loves them. He could spend the rest of his life buried in them. It doesn’t matter how big or small they are. He will worship them no matter what. He loves to suck on them, lay on them, fuck them, grab them, squish them, spit on them.

I feel like Lix has a praise kink. He absolutely does. Just like he compliments you, he likes to receive them as well. HIs eyes would roll back every time you whisper against his skin how good he’s making you feel, how big he is or how much you love him.

He’ll get inside the shower without a warning, loving how you feel all wet and soaped up against him. He’d just take you against the shower wall without a warning, and you’d absolutely give it to him because you could never resist him.

SEUNGMIN

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Constant teasing: He’ll tease you with the most cringey nicknames or things, annoying you but on the inside, you know that he does that only to the people he loves. And you love knowing you’re one of them.

Takes pictures of you: Seungmin will take random pictures of you whenever he feels like it. He sees you concentrated on something, or just laying on the couch watching some shitty tv show and he’d grab his phone, and take a picture of you. He’ll have a photo album in his gallery filled with pictures of you. Let’s say that at least 80% of his used storage is simply pictures of you.

Asks you which pictures should he post on his Instagram: The only person he’d ask to pick which pictures he could post on his Instagram is you. He wants your opinion on how he looks and loves to watch you gasp as he scrolls down the pictures he shows you for you to pick.

Frames your face before kissing you: He’ll put his hands on your cheeks, look down at your lips with those beautiful brown eyes and kiss you in the sweetest way possible.

Loves your hugs: As someone who claims he doesn’t like skinship that much, you’re the only one who can hug him. He is a sucker for your hugs. He’ll have a hard time initiating them at first, but once he gets more comfortable in the relationship, he’ll randomly hug you, whenever he feels like it.

Nickname: Darling, Sweetheart, Sugar.

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He’s a mean dom. We all know that. He’ll tease and edge you all night long if he wants to.

Favourite position: Reverse cowgirl. He’d love to watch the way you fuck yourself down on his cock while watching the way your ass shakes as it slaps against his thighs, and grabs your hips.

Loves to mark you up, because he’s a possessive little shit. He likes to adorn your neck with purple marks and see the handprints on your ass cheeks. He gets bummed that you can’t give him marks, due to his idol position and all, but he knows he’d love to get marked by his girl.

I.N

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Smiles every time he sees you laugh: This man has such a beautiful smile, and it always pops up in his face whenever he hears you chuckle. He can’t help it. He loves it even more when he’s the one making you laugh.

Loves to take pictures with you: He loves taking selfies and he loves it even more when you are with him in them. He loves wrapping his arms around you and taking a picture in front of a mirror. Loves cuddling you and taking a selfie with you in his arms.

Brings you food whenever he comes back home: He’d come back with dinner for the both of you after a long day of recording or practising. Even if he’s exhausted, he’d never fail to stop at a restaurant or a market to buy food for the both of you. And he’d never forget to buy you your favourite chocolate or ice cream pint for dessert.

Gets shy easily when you compliment him: You’d say something nice to him, like: “You look beautiful today” or “I love you so much”, and he’d immediately hide his smile and pretty blush by looking down. You’d tease him about it, poking your fingers on his stomach, making him giggle.

Lends you his jewellery: He loves watching you play with his rings and his necklaces, so at a certain point he’ll just pull them off his fingers or unclasp it from around his neck and put it on you. He’d reassure you it looks better on you, anyways.

Nicknames: Baby, Beautiful, Gorgeous.

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The first time he’d get nervous. He’d be hesitant and try things to see what you really like. But once you get started, Jeongin will start getting more and more confident.

Favourite position: Cowgirl. I feel like he’d let you dominate him every once in a while and he’d enjoy it so much.

Sex with Jeongin, under normal circumstances, would be pretty vanilla. But if you piss him off, oh boy. Brace yourself to be drilled into the mattress. He’d punish you, overstimulating you and making you come over and over again.

If there’s a member that loves face-sitting, it’s him. He loves to feel his whole face soaked by your juices. He loves feeling your thighs around his head in this position.

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bitchinbarzal · 8 months

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nico & mom have a fight • life of iris

people missed them so I present a lil bit of Nico and Mom

“hey little one, what are you doing here?” Miles asks, lifting Iris off the floor at into the air with a giggle.

Iris blushes and goes to speak but Nico interrupted her “mommy and daddy just had a falling out is all”

“You’re in the dog house?”

“Essentially”

Miles smirks “what did you do?”

“Nothing”

He turns to Iris “What did he do ris?”

She smiles cheekily “Daddy has a girlfriend and mommy isn’t happy”

“You’re cheating?”

“I am not! Iris stop telling people that!” Nico scolds the young girl who just raises her hands in defence.

Miles turns to Nico for an answer to which the captain sighs “I met one of the moms at Iris’ dance class and she was nice, gave me her number for play dates for the girls and y/n is… jealous”

Miles rolled his eyes and looked at Iris “we’re on mommy’s side, right?”

The little girl giggled “Absolutely!”

Nico only groaned “it’s nothing!”

Iris replied “Daddy… mama’s upset” to which Nico replied “Yes, ris I know”

“Well You gots to make her happy then”

He knew she was right, ignoring the looming conversation and getting on with practice while the little girl shouted orders from the bench.

After practice when Nico was ready, he and Iris headed down town.

“Now What do we have to get?” Nico asks, squeezing his little girls hand in his.

Iris smiles and starts listing “flowers, lunch, chocolates and a bracelet!”

Nico stops “Hey, Bracelet was not on the list!”

Iris chuckles “but daddy…. She deserves it”

He shrugs “Yeah i guess you’re right”

After their long day shopping the pair arrived home to find mama on the couch nursing Luca.

“We’re home!” Nico announced and you grunted softly before asking “How was your day babygirl?”

She gave Nico a look and said “Good but daddy has something for you!”

You scrunch your brows and turn to them and spot the flowers and bags in his hands.

Nico shyly drops the bags by you on the couch, kissing your head and rubbing his thumb over Luca’s cheek.

“Some nice gifts aren’t gonna make me less mad” you mumble.

“I know they won’t but they are to show you how much I appreciate you as my wife, my babies mom and my partner. There’s nothing happening with that mom and I know you know that deep down this is postpartum hormones acting up but I love you, I always do”

You let out a deep breath whilst transferring Luca to burp him. You knew Nico was right deep down this was postpartum taking over your emotions.

“I love you too, Ni”

“Mama, look at the gifts! I picked them out on daddy’s money!”

You laugh “better get used to that one”

#life of Iris #nico and mom

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tequiilasunriise · 10 months

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"Blake, are your parents dating my mom?"

"...Meow."

@min3nc's post about Snowleopard ripped open the Pandora Box that is some of my headcanons about this throuple (and the subsequent Bellaschneeblings interactions in my post here) so sit tight y'all this list is gonna be long because I absolutely adore this healthy bi4bi4bi poly pilf couple that foils whatever the fuck Divorce Mcgees Summer, Raven, n Tai had going on (don't get me wrong, I adore str-crossed lovers, especially whatever the fuck Rosebird had, but cmon you could power a small nation off of their Divorce Energy alone)

-They have zero in-canon interactions but the thought of Willow slowly healing and learning to love again from two characters shown to be incredibly sweet and patient and understanding and oh so gentle and tender and earnest? Guys this alone should sell you on the ship like!! LIKE!!!

-WILLOW HEALING FROM HER ABUSIVE MARRIAGE TRAUMA WITH THE HEALTHIEST COUPLE!! GHIRA AND KALI TAG TEAMING TO VALIDATE AND SMOTHER THE SHIT OUTTA THIS ENDEARING MILF WITH SO MUCH LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!

-Takes a deep breath. Wowie. Do y'all get it though do y'all understand the vision?

-I need me vulnerable Willow asking the Pilfadonnas fer parenting advice and the pair to be more than happy to help their girlfriend just so eager to help!! They're so reassuring and tender with her, making sure she doesn't feel like a terrible shit fer asking fer help about this like, "Oh, oh sweetheart. You've been through so much, and it's a good thing you're fighting fer your second chance to be the mother your children need and deserve. It's alright, darling, we're right here with you."

-Furthermore, Willow would feel so much guilt eating at her for her ex-husband's crimes against the Faunus as a whole and the Pilfadonnas, the leaders of the Faunus themselves, would help talk through her guilt and affirm that Willow is not to blame fer bullshit Jacques pulled and help her with the process of finding a good therapist like like like!!! There's so much shit here guys!!!

-"It was by marrying me that Jacques gained access to the resources tied to the Schnee name and carved out the world. I didn't do anything to stand up to him and stop him from ruining my family's name, and so by doing nothing I'm a part of his sins."

"....Babygirl we love you so much but there's SO MUCH wrong to unpack here."

-Also Willow deserves to be bisexually panicked by two hot cat people bc I said so she just deserves okay trust trust trust

-Anyways, the Schneeblings are mad sus of the Pilfadonnas at first because they ALLLLL know what kinda abusive bullcrap their mom went through in her dead marriage with Jackass Schnee but all eventually coming around to really love Ghira's and Kali's seemingly endless unconditional love (Weiss was the quickest to adapt, then Winter, and finally little Whitley)

-The Pilfadonnas are so sweet and loving to their new kids and see 'em as their own straight up but don't pressure any typa connection and respect the Schneeblings so much like, "I would prefer just Kali, but if calling me Ms. Belladonna makes you more comfortable then go right ahead sweetheart" LIKE THEYRE JUST THE BEST STEPARENTS EVER SO MUCH VALIDATION AND PATIENCE AND SWEETNESS!!!

-"Chieftain Ghira, sir, it's good to see you."

"Winter, while I won't stop you from calling me by that title if that's what makes you the most comfortable, you don't have to be so strict with yourself. There's no need to address me like you're a military subordinate, sweetheart."

"...I would die for you, sir."

"Oh! Um! I'm very grateful for that, but, uh, let's also not huh? Wouldn't want you dying anytime soon ahahahaaa."

"You're right, sir, the Maiden powers should not be so carelessly tossed around."

".....Alright so we're going to go find you a good therapist and start working on your sense of personhood-"

-The Pilfadonnas introduce the concept of therapy and healthier coping mechanisms to all of the Schnees REALNESS

-"But OP wouldn't Weiss already have learned that from her super supportive friends?" Weiss' found family is incredible but healthy coping mechanisms are NOT part of that package deal holy shit hypertraumatized child soldiers left and righttt baby

-Anyways, one time Whitley slipped and accidentally called Ghira "Hey dad-" and everyone FROZE before Whitley rushed his question and then ran the f u c k off as Ghira started wiping tears with Kali holding him close and Willow being so emotional at the her son finally has a solid, good father figure in his life oMG HES STARTING TO ACCEPT THE PILFADONNAS!!!

-Eventually, the Schneeblings graduate to calling the Pilfadonnas just Kali and Ghira (and Blake calling Willow by her first name was already established back when she was crashing Schnee Manor in V8 so we chilling) but Whitley, oh my heart, sometimes slips with a 'mama' or 'dad' to his stepparents and down the line he even stops getting embarrassed over it and GOSH does it melt the Pilfadonnas' hearts everytime he calls 'em that it doesn't matter if it's the tenth or the hundredth time they're sosossooo soft

-One time Weiss was practicing her fencing stances and didn't realize the Pilfadonnas were watching her, and then when they started to praise how amazing her swordsmanship is? Babygirl actually starts to cry a little because it was always, "You need to be faster, Schnees aren't supposed to be so slow" and "What would your grandfather say if he saw such sloppy forms? Again!" and never, "Oh, Weiss, honey, you were wonderful out there! You must have trained very hard to be so good!"

-If you give any of the Schneeblings a fucken shred of unconditional praise they will crumple faster than a stale cookie. On a daily basis, Weiss jokes and asks Blake how the FUCK did she not end up more well-adjusted (she knows about the bullshit with Adam but Weiss also knows that Blake is aware she's just messing around)

-So we've established some headcanons of the Schneelings interacting with the Pilfadonnas, but hear me out awkward as fuck Blake and Willow interactions bc Willow has NO IDEA how to interact with her daughter's teammate turned stepdaughter???

-Because, you know, "Oh uh hey my ex-husband exploited and abused the shit out the Faunus for years on end and you were one of the people heavily affected to the point where you, as a literal child, turned to a life of vigilante terrorist justice as a form of fighting back for your own basic rights"

-Blake, like her parents, completely understand that Willow had nothing to with Jackass' cruelty and instead gives her new stepmom an easy smile and starts talking small talk about Weiss' adventures with Team RWBY and!! Yeah!! Willow genuinely wants to know what's been going on in her daughter's life since she was so absent from it during her alcoholic days

-The pair bond over a shared loved of Weiss, and at one point Willow says, "If it isn't overstepping, can I just say I am truly fortunate that Weiss has someone like you in her life to support her" and Blake chuckles softly and replies, "It wasn't easy at first, but yeah, I'm glad she's in my life too" AND ARGAGRGRHRH THE BONDINGGGG

-Speaking of bonding, imagine the Pilfadonnas vibing with Klein and bonding over tea together, and seeing their adoptive dad figure Klein vibe with their new steparents may or may not have sped up Whitley and Winter warming up to the Pilfadonnas justttt a litttttlleee

-When Kali and Ghira see their stepkids flinch at loud voices or innocently raised hands, when they notice the low self-esteem Winter still carries or Whitley's facade of maturity so that adult figures actually acknowledge him, in front of the kids they're very respectful and apologetic of accidental triggers without being patronizing, but when they're alone? Straight fucking murder in their eyes. The Pilfadonnas are fucken e n r a g e d they're fucken seething because how dare Jackass Schnee hurt these sweet kids so fucking much

-They make sure neither the Schneeblings nor Willow are around when they let out their furious vents to each other absolutely slandering Jackass' name with clenched fists and bared fangs because they don't want their anger to trigger anyone but yeahhhh. Yeah, if Jacques is still out there we're adding two bisexual cat pilfs to the waiting list fer ripping his head off

-ANYWAYS, on a lighter note, can y'all imagine the Belladonnas are vibing and purring together all comfy and shit and the Schnees see them and are like, "Shit man they're so HEALTHY and FUNCTIONAL what the HECK??"

-Blake groaning, "Dadddddd!!" when her dad pulls up with family albums to talk about his precious daughter's childhood and, "Not you too mom!!!" when Kali excitedly joins in. As Blake is play wrestling with her parents to get the photobooks away, the Schnees are just witnessing this in various levels of amused but also kinda like, "Damn wow is this what a healthy family's supposed to look like dannggg that's crazzzzzyyyyyyyy"

-Vacations to Menagerie where the Belladonnas playfully make fun of their sunburnt as all hell white family members, and even though some Faunus are wary of the visiting Schnees, others are more open to giving these guys a chance and hey!! Turns out the SDC is actually going to be a good company after the shit Jacques Schnee pulled. Imagine the healing between Faunus relations and the Schnee family name when Willow and her kids pull up to help wherever and however they can

-I'm just saying family dinners would be so healthy and healing fer Willow and her kids after years filled with so many isolated, lonely, suffocating as hell dinners when Jacques still walked these halls. Instead of stiff etiquette and barbed questions throw their way by a spiteful bitchass with a clip-on tie, there's warm laughter and jovial banter thrown about; genuine inquires about their day/interests that lead to invested conversation and freely given praise; large, beaming smiles from three dark color-schemed people who radiantly glow like the sun. It's like the Belladonnas breathed back life into the hollowed out Schnees who barely survived all the different ways jackass had hurt them, and that's just so fucken lovely to think about

#please go check out part two with the bellaschneeblings interactions shit was SO FUN to write #also!! yall feel free to reblog with ur own hcs!! the more the merrier #snowleopard came outta nowhere and absolutely rotted my brain like theyre actually so good???#crwby u cowards give me the healthy old ppl polycule they would be so fucken good #Qrow n Willow would be recovering alcoholic bros- much to Winter's chagrin- but its to these two loving cat ppl that Willow comes home to #rebuilding vauco through the power of good parental figures therapy and bisexuality #rwby #rwby snow leopard #kali belladonna #ghira belladonna #willow schnee #pilfadonnas #schneeblings #winter schnee #weiss schnee #whitley schnee #blake belladonna #rwby snowleopard

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Family is Forever, O. Diaz

Summary: The past comes to haunt you and your family with Oscar.

warnings: angst, domestic!Oscar, swearing,physical abuse, attempt sexual abuse, child endangerment

word count: 4.8K

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A life long dream of yours since freshmen year in high school was to move somewhere along the East Coast and for sometime that was the goal that you were working hard towards.

And then Oscar Diaz happened. It was sophomore year when he ‘claimed’ you. You weren’t so into him as much as he was into you but he never stopped trying to get you and by some twisted fate of luck, he got you. Not long after officially dating, you got pregnant with your son, Abel. It didn’t matter that you were only 16 or the fact that Oscar had joined a gang. You two made it work.

That was 6 years ago, your son has grown into a very intelligent little boy. He is a carbon copy of his dad at that age, his thick black locks that are curled on top of his head has to be your favorite feature of his. You hadn’t got to see Oscar with hair like so since he’d already been sporting the shaved cholo look from when you two began dating.

A lot has happened over those 6 years. Both good and bad.

It was only a few weeks into summer after graduating high school that Oscar was arrested for drug possession. It completely wrecked you. At that point it seemed obvious that he would be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with. All that seemed to shift on the night when the police knocked on the door. The loud, echoing pounding and a 2 year-old Abel seemingly frightened.

When Oscar opened the door he didn’t try to resist arrest for he knew this day would come. You held your son close to your chest as he called out for his papa.

You took him to visit Oscar whenever he’d ask and let him talk on the phone with him every chance you got. Nothing could get between you and your family, not even prison. And when he was released after 4 long years, the heavens rejoiced and so did the two of you. With lots of rolling in the sheets.

That’s why you’re now in a PartyCity store looking for the right unicorn balloons for your soon-to-be 4 year old daughter’s upcoming birthday. When you found out you were pregnant again only 2 weeks after Oscar had been released, the both of you laughed, not surprised one bit. It was no secret that you wanted more kids together so it was fate to add a little girl, whom you named Ella, to the mix.

“Ma, can we go now? We been here forever.” Abel sighs as you make another round in the same isle you were in just a few minutes ago.

The corners of your lips lift as you know he has your patience, which is zero to none. He’s been a champ for most of the morning but once you had been running back and forth between stores, he began to lose his patience quickly.

Your daughter sports a mean muggin’ face, much like her father. “I wan mah balloons!” She is standing in the cart, staring at her brother. The look of ‘I am going to get my way’. Abel only rolls his eyes and groans as she turns to sit in the cart and look at which balloons she wants.

“Cute kids.”

A voice sounds from in front of you, you smile and turn to thank the stranger but you are met with no stranger. A very familiar face. One that put you through hell, one that definitely was not suppose to be within a 100 feet of you.

When Oscar was in prison you were absolutely loyal to him. Not once did you lose faith in your relationship. Even when you had your hardships such as the times Oscar got doubtful that he would never get out, he’d ask you to move on. Though it was never a thought at all. You share a child together, you’re bonded for life.

But to the streets if your man is serving time then you’re fair game. That’s just how they ran things but to hell if you were gonna let that happen. That never stopped other dudes trying to get with you. And there was one particular one that never stopped trying, Tomas. He became obsessive with you. He wanted you, he wanted to be the man that Oscar couldn’t be for you at that moment. But you never gave in because for you Oscar was it.

“What are you doing here? You know the obligations of your restraining order.” The calmness in your voice shows no fear but you know the lengths he’d go when it comes to you.

Tomas only chuckles to himself as he digs his hands in his pockets, “That expired this morning at 10. But I’m just visiting some homies, ain’t know you’d be here.”

You watch him intently as pull your son closer to you. Thankfully Ella has her back to you so you could have a hold on her should he try anything, “Yeah well, I don’t want nothing to do with you so I think it’s best if you just go on about your day and your life far away from here. Oscar has been out for a while now so I wouldn’t be so stupid and try something.”

He takes a few steps forward which makes you automatically step back, one hand locked on your son’s shoulder and the other on the shopping cart. “Calmate, I’m just passing through, preciosa.” A chill runs down your spine as he caresses your face with the back of his finger making you flinch.

Abel grabs onto you and holds you tightly as Ella watches the man stand close to you, “Mama, who is this?” She asks excitedly as she pulls herself up from sitting. You look to him and her as he turns towards your little girl.

“Hi, I’m Tomas, a friend of your mom’s. And who are you?” Your heart rate is increasing, your nerves are scattered all over the place, worried something may happen. Your daughter’s curiosity has worried you since she could talk.

She smiles as he waits for her answer, “Ella, it’s my birthday soon! I’ll be this much!” Ella holds up 4 little fingers and covers her mouth with her other hand, laughing due to Tomas’ pretend shocked expression.

“I have to go. Please stay away from me and my family.” You hoist your son into the cart, despite his protests that he can walk. You step back quickly and spin the cart around.

Ella is complaining that you didn’t get all the balloons but you hush her. After checking out you ask a worker to escort you out. He kindly helps you load your car as you get your kids in.

“Answer, answer, answer.”

You’re chanting quietly to yourself as you pull out of the parking lot to head home. Your heart is thudding in your chest like wildfire, you need to hear Oscar’s voice, even if he says he is busy you just want to have his calming voice soothe you.

A few rings in, “Hola, mamas. Where are you?”

You slump back into the seat, his voice on the sound system has an instant effect on you. You exhale a deep breath, “Papa, it’s me! I miss yew!”

Ella shouts and you smile as you hear Oscar laugh, always so happy to hear their voices, “Mija! I miss you and your mano, where are you guys?”

“We just leave the store! I meet mama’s man friend.” You quickly shush your daughter and hang up the phone call. You can’t be mad at her because it’s not like she knows better or the fact that you forgot to tell to your kids not to mention seeing Tomas to their dad.

She whines that you ended the phone call, “Babygirl, you can’t tell daddy about that man, okay?” You look in the rearview mirror to get a look at her as she has her arms crossed over her chest and gaze away from you. “Mija, look at mommy please.”

When she finally does take a look at you, she keeps her lil Spooky face on, “That was mean and papa will be mad you did that.”

“I know, I shouldn’t have done that. Just don’t talk about that friend we saw because then daddy will be really mad at mommy. Please?”

Ella’s features soften a bit and turns happy when you tell her that you’ll stop to get ice cream on the way back home. Both kids cheer with happiness as you pull into McDonald's drive thru.

Oscar has sent some texts asking about the abrupt end to the call and what Ella was going on about, but you made up the excuse that there was terrible reception and that she has been spilling nonsense since this morning. He brushes it off and you sigh in victory.

You finally get home, very weary of your surroundings though you don’t think Tomas would be so naive to try anything knowing you were with the Santos leader. Oscar gets home not long after you, thankfully he didn’t bring up the phone call and you went about your night.

“Com’n son, time to bathe. Vamanos.” Oscar calls out from the hallway. Abel stands but moves slowly from the living room, so focused on the big screen, “Abel!” Your son scurries off. He is always last to shower because he is so glued the TV all the time.He has learned what comes next if there is a 3rd time being called. “Coming!”

The stress of Ella’s birthday is taking a toll on you because she is a very specific little girl and the slightest detail on a decoration will have her stomping her feet and pouting her lip for days. You’re definitely raising a perfectionist.

Oscar stands in front of the bathroom mirror as he uses a razor to clean up his facial hair as well as to keep an eye on Abel who loves to let the bath get too bubbly or he’ll doze off and considering it’s nearly 10 PM, it’s a possibility.

“How was shopping with Mama today?” Oscar asks as he zeroes in on getting a clean cut. Abel doesn’t answer right away as he ponders telling Oscar about his whole day or skipping on the part about meeting Tomas and how you were not so happy about it.

With Abel as the older child he is more aware. Unlike Ella who couldn’t pick up on the unsettling feeling Tomas had given off, Abel knew that this man was trouble. And his dad always taught him to protect his family. Family is forever and is the most important thing. Always to protect his family if his dad couldn’t.

“It was okay. Ella was whining, papa. She didn’t like the balloons mama picked out at one store so we had to go to a whole other store! I was tired of looking at pink and purple unicorns. Then that man that came up to us was..”

Abel stopped talking as he realizes he let it slip out. And Oscar heard him loud and clear. He waits for Abel to continue talking but nothing comes from behind the shower curtain. Abel begins to cry, scared that he’ll get you in trouble. Oscar opens the shower curtain to see his son with his knees to his chest, sobbing.

Meanwhile, you are oblivious to what is happening. Your son keeps his face hidden as Oscar reaches to turn off the flowing water and sits on the side of the tub, watching his son. What is he afraid of saying that is making him this anxious?

“Abel Cesar Diaz, what’s going on? Hm?” Oscar taps his sons knee and the big, dark orbs that resemble his father’s peer up. Oscar can be the typical Hispanic father that tends to be disciplinary but he has learned that talking helps a lot as well.

So Abel explains to his dad what happened at the store with your friend. About how you didn’t look like you wanted him around and how scared you seemed. He explained how the man looked at you and how he didn’t think he was good news.

The veins on Oscar’s neck and forehead begins to bulge the more his son explained about Tomas. Oscar is aware of who he is. When he was in Corcoran his homies always kept him up to date of the streets. And it upset him when he had to hear about this pendejo from the Santos rather than from you. But after you two had a heated conversation over the phone, your next visit you explained. And when Tomas kept persisting you, you finally had a restraining order and more protection from the Santos until Oscar got out.

Oscar comforts his son and tells him that he isn’t upset with him. “Hey, you protected your mom, so you did your part and I am proud of you.” He helps him get dried off and ready for bed. After tucking his son in, he checks on Ella who is softly snoring on her bed. He smiles that she has finally gotten use to sleeping alone. He closes their bedroom door and stands in the hall for a moment, sighing and wiping the tiredness from his eyes, making his way to you.

You’re hunched over the table looking over a tablet that carries the plans for the birthday party as well as thanksgiving since that’ll be in a month. “Want a beer?” You ask Oscar as he sits across from you but he waves you off.

“Tell me about that stunt Tomas pulled today.”

Your eyes meet his and you freeze for a moment. Your chest is rising and falling as you try to figure out something to say, “He ran into us at the store. I told him to leave me alone and that’s all that happened. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just..”

Oscar’s jaw clenches as you stare at him, your heart skipping each beat the longer he stares and doesn’t say anything. “And you didn’t tell me again because? Had to hear from Abel. Again, Y/N? Someone is bothering you, you tell me. You let me handle that shit. That’s why our call suddenly ended? Making the kids fuckin’ lie to me too?”

His anger is beginning to bubble over. You take slow breaths to keep your temper under control. With the past couple days you’ve been having, you had no energy to start arguing back. “I never told them to lie, I asked them to not mention it. It’s not lying, technically..”

“Oh, don’t give me that shit. Don’t be technical with me, that puto should know better than to be approaching you and even my own son could feel how much he bothered you. It’s a good thing I’m raising my son right to protect his mama.” Oscar stands and paces the kitchen.

“Babe, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you..again. I had no idea that he would be there, you think if I knew that I would have went out today?”

Oscar leans against the counter, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “I don’t know why I didn’t hear anything from the compas. Everyone knows, including him, he got a target on his head for what he did. This is why I tell you carry that gun in your purse. My kids were there. And I love you to the fuckin’ end, amor... but had something happened to one of them, a bullet would be in your fuckin’ head.”

He leaves you in the kitchen by yourself and you’re shocked at his words. Oscar has been a dad since he was a teenager, since the two of you met. You knew the lengths he’d go for Cesar, but for his kids? He’d take out anyone including you as he stated. You let out a shaky breath.

You decide to give him sometime alone. He’s the most upset you’ve ever seen him and he is rightfully so but you weren’t sure how to fix it. You do what you think any man cannot resist, seducing them. At least this way you can ease into him forgiving you.

But when you enter your shared bedroom he is tucking his two kids in on your bed. You quirk your eyebrows up in confusion. Did he know you well enough that you’d use seduction to get his forgiveness? Oscar turns to see you standing in the doorway, “Why are the kids in here?”

“Heading out, I want them by you while I’m out.” He is shuffling around the room gathering things. The usual: keys, phone, wallet, gun, extra mag. You watch him as he looks to you, “Where exactly are you going, Oscar?”

He breathes out through his nose and that’s enough for you to know. You don’t open your mouth to bicker as he is standing in front of you now, looking down at you with eyebrows creased together, “He ain’t getting near you or my kids again. Don’t leave the house or room, lock the bedroom door and don’t unlock it til I call you.”

Oscar steps away but stops to turn and pull your face towards his.He presses his lips to yours. You melt into it instantly, your hands grasping his forearms. The kiss deepening for a moment as your hands move up to cup his face. When he pulls back you are breathless. Craving more.

Then he is gone.

The house is quiet as you lay awake waiting for your boyfriend to return. Your fingers running through your son’s hair. Something you love to do and Abel loves you doing it too. Ella not so much though. She’s a verbal lover rather than a physical lover, the thought making you chuckle. How different your two kids are.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear some shuffling from the living room, grabbing your phone you wait for it to ring with Oscar’s name but it never does. So you call out to him, “Babe?”

When you get no response you climb out of bed and quietly tip toe towards the bedroom door to get a better listen, maybe he is testing you to see if you’d listen to what he said about not unlocking the door until he calls.

The buzzing of your phone pulls your attention and you see Oscar’s name pop up with the cutest picture of him and the two kids. You sigh in relief, unlocking the door and stepping out to an empty hallway.

“Oscar?” You call out and switch on the light but he isn’t there. You click the answer button and bring the phone to your ear. “Babe?”

“Hey, this puto is hiding, still nothing just checking on you. The kids still asleep?” When the words leave his lips, you close your eyes and feel a tear slide down your cheek. When you open them, Tomas is standing at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall watching you.

You hold the phone to your ear as you watch him put a single finger close to his lips signaling to be quiet about his presence. You could tell Oscar about him, then you could run to the room and lock the door. Quickly hide the kids in the bathroom for their safety and tell Abel to call his dad because so long as your kids are safe that’s all that matters. But what if he is quicker than you? What if he goes straight for the kids?

“Snoring like bears per usual. We’re okay, just be safe and Oscar?” You pause for a moment as Tomas gives you sickening, sinister look stalking towards you until he is standing right in front of you, his hands brushing against your exposed waist as you’re in a crop top. “Si?” Oscar answers you.

Tomas’ hands grab your chin and lifts it for you to look up at him, “When you find him, put a bullet right between his fucking eyes.” Tomas smiles and swipes his thumb on your lower lip, making you flinch.

Oscar chuckles, “You’re turning me on, mamas. Not much of him will be left. I’ll see you soon, te quiero.”

“Te quiero.” You say in a whisper as the line cuts. You try to step back but Tomas is quick, as you suspect he might be. He grabs ahold of the back of your head and into your hair. He pulls it back roughly with his body now pressed against you. “You have no idea how much I still want you. I think of you every single night. I remember how close you were to giving it to me. Hm.. you remember how badly you wanted me?”

You want to throw up, the feeling of him against you and his words makes you feel repulsed. His grip is iron-like and he is not letting up not until he gets what he wants and it’s obvious he wants you.

“P-please. M-my kids, let me close the door. Just let me at least close it.” Your bottom lip is trembling uncontrollably and the tears have been spilling over since the phone call with Oscar ended. He analyzes you. Are you trying to make an escape? He walks forward, pushing you back towards the bedroom door. And with his free hand reaches back to close the bedroom door, you look over shoulder at your sleeping kids as the door closes. Sending a little prayer for their safety.

He grabs your face and plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. You drown under him, not knowing how to win in this situation.

“So what do you do now?”

Oscar voice causes his chest to vibrate which is right up against yours. He has your arms pinned under his, “Hm, I kiss you to distract you!” You tilt your head upwards to plant a chaste kiss on his lip. He smiles into the kiss and pulls his head back, “You gonna be kissing random dudes who run up on you, hm?”

You can’t help but laugh as he gives you a mischievous look. “Well if it works for me to distract them long enough, then yes!” Oscar rolls his eyes and nods his head to proceed with his defense lesson since you weren’t so keen on firearms, he’s teaching you physical defense.

“Fine, fine. So let’s say the kiss does distract the perp, if you have him in this kind of position? Jab here with all your might.” He points to his side right below his rib cage. “There’s a nerve that’ll cause them to tense up and give you a few seconds. That’s when it matters the most, those few seconds. So think before you do.”

You look at the spot Oscar had pointed to, you jab your fingers there and he tenses up like he says would happen. He curls over and you step back and laugh, making your quick escape.

That moment plays in your head. The kissing is a distraction, he has one of your arms pressed against him and it’s the perfect opportunity. Then the thought of how you asked Ella to pick up her toys that laid on the kitchen floor earlier infiltrates your memory as she never did considering she fell asleep.

You allow him to seep his tongue into your mouth and when you do, you feel him release the grip on your hair. This is the moment. With your fingers pointed, you dig your hand into his side, right below the rib cage and he retorts back. The same way Oscar had. You use your shoulder to push him into the wall which gives you enough space to move away from him.

Tomas recovers quicker than you hoped. So when you were going to leap over the pile of toys, hoping he would trip over them, you feel a grip on your hair once more and you’re sent flying back. The pain stinging your scalp, you yulp when you hit the ground. He is on you and his body suffocating you, “You stupid bitch! Pull that stunt again and I promise you’ll regret it.”

His hand hits your cheek and you cry out as you try to get him off you. The fear setting in as his hand reaches to his belt, the clinking of the metal making you terrified of what is to come next.

But it’s the sound of a gun cocking that stops Tomas trying to unbuckle his belt. He looks back towards the sound just as you do too. You’re heart breaks into a million pieces to see you 6 year old son holding a gun in his hand. His grip on it perfect, ready to fire. His stance, arms out and legs spread apart ready for the recoil.

“Son, go back in the room, please. Just go back to your sister.” Your voice trembles as Abel keeps his eyes on Tomas. In the moment, he resembles his papa more than ever.

Abel shakes his head no, “Get off my mama. I know how to shoot a gun and I’ll shoot you, get off her now!” He sounds like his dad too, you can only sob.

“Mommy?” Ella’s voice sounds from behind Abel. Which distracts him. Tomas takes this opportunity to get the gun away from Abel, “No!” You cry out.

Despite the ache in your body, you sit up and jump on Tomas’ back just before he can reach your son, Ella is screaming scared as Abel runs to his little sister and stands in front of her. You hold onto Tomas with all your might, the strength of a mother is like no other, “Abel, go! Get your sister and run, baby! Run to Tio Cesar’s friends house, go!”

Tomas manages to get you off and slams you back into the wall. The blow stunning you, you have the wind completely knocked out of you. The back of his hand hits your face which causes you to fall over. You cry out as you see him step towards your kids. The fire of the gun sounds and Tomas cries out in pain holding his arm.

“Y/N!” You hear Cesar followed by footsteps. He is kneeling besides you as the Santos enter the house to check it out. “My babies, are they okay?”

“Mama!” Abel calls out as he drops the gun and runs to you, you hold your arms open to embrace your son. Your brave baby boy. Fearless much like his father. Ella joins quickly and you squeeze them tightly.

They sob in your arms as you sit on the floor, the pain radiating throughout you numb from the love your kids are giving, “Y/N! Baby?!” Oscar’s voice booms through the house as he approaches you. He pulls Cesar away as he falls to his knees besides you. His arms envelopes all 3 of you.

Ella turns into her father’s chest, he can feel her thudding heartbeat. Tears stream down his face as he felt he let down his family but as the Santos grabbed the injured Tomas and dragged him out of the house, both of you sigh in relief that the worst is over.

“Mijo, you did it again. You protected your family and papa is so proud of you. You..” Oscar can’t form anymore words as he hugs his son and plants kisses on his head. You stand from the ground and use Oscar’s arm as support.

“Cesar take the kids to the bathroom, make sure they’re okay, por favor.” The younger Diaz nods and whisks away the little ones. Oscar pulls a chair out for you to sit, he kneels in front of you and examines the damage.

You look to him, eyes feeling puffy from the crying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t listen. I put our kids in danger and you’re right, I should have a bullet in my fucking head. I’m sorry, Oscar.” Your head falls as you sob hard, the hyperventilating causing hiccups.

“Baby, none of that shit matters. My kids are okay and you are now. He can’t do anything to hurt you anymore and I promise, you didn’t do nothing wrong. We’re lucky we’re raising a smart boy. I love you.” He wipes your face dry with his shirt and stands, pulling you into his warm, safe embrace.

You all take a shower and cuddle into the bed. Abel and Ella rest in between you and Oscar, embracing each other. Ella has her tiny head on her brother’s chest, forever his sister’s keeper. Oscar sighs as he intertwines your hands together, you look up at him as he gives you a soft smile.

This morning you woke a happy family and tonight you lay down a stronger one.

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starbuckie · 4 years

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

challenge: the cbc 1k writing challenge by @captainscanadian

prompt: “do you treat all your hookups like this?”

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 4.7k words

warnings: fluff, angst, assault, swearing, some degrading comments, and implications of the sexy times

summary: waling up next to one of New York’s most eligible bachelors brings on a lot more than what you expected.

a/n: what’s up y’all! i’ve essentially been dead for the past two weeks, but i’m back! i lost motivation for a bit, but i feel a lot better now, and what better way to come back then a little carter baizen? i ended up writing a lot more than originally intended, but i like the way it turned out. anyways, enjoy, and thank you for all of your support<3

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As you awoke with a long stretch and yawn, memories of the previous night had you smiling like an idiot. Sunlight streamed from the half-closed blinds of your windows and the smell of coffee wafted to your room from the kitchen. You grabbed your lover’s dress shirt from off the floor and slipped a pair of satin slippers on your feet.

The night before had been amazing. It had started with a beach reception when you had finally caught his eye. The two of you had been playing a game of cat and mouse during the whole wedding, only giving lustful stares and shy smiles, but when you finally had a hold of each other, your night only got better. The rest of the night had the sounds of only tearing clothes, pants, and moans.

Snapping out of your sweet reverie, you stared at the man in your kitchen. His bare back was faced towards you, giving a great view of his shifting muscles while he made pancakes. A bowl of mixed berries were laid out on the table, along with strawberry syrup and mugs of Peruvian coffee. “Do you treat all of your hookups like this, Baizen?”

Carter, finally noticing your presence, turned around and gave you a heartwarming smile. He flipped the last few pancakes over and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mumbled, “Haha, cute joke. After everything we’ve been through babygirl, this was definitely not a hookup. And I only treat my favorite person like this, so eat up.” He gestured towards the food on the table and with a quick kiss to your lips, turned his attention back to the pancakes.

You sat in one of the chairs and took a sip of steaming coffee and looked out of the ceiling to floor windows surrounding the room. The New York City skyline would never get old from this view, no matter how long you and Carter had had this penthouse. Sighing, you looked down at your left hand, the sun casting light on the diamond on your fourth finger.

You had been engaged for only six months, but it didn’t feel like anything new. At the age of 33, you didn’t feel any different than you did ten years before or even ten before that. Hell, you always knew that you would be Carter’s friend, but one drunken night had changed that very quickly.

As your fiance joined you at the table, he set a plate of warm pancakes in front of you. Sure, he could have had your housekeeper, Marybeth do it for him, but he also liked pampering you himself. Together, you sat in silence and stared out the windows. Carter tore his eyes away from the city to study your face. He would never understand how after twenty years of friendship, it ended with him finding his one love and putting a ring on your finger.

“Hey, baby?” He asked, and you hummed and met his gaze. “How’d we even get here?”

You smirked and replied with, “Well, I walked from the bedroom, but I don’t know about you?”

“Don’t be cheeky,” he said, pinching your elbow. You swatted his hand away and smiled. “Anyway, what I meant to say before I was so rudely interrupted, was how did I end up with the most beautiful girl on the Upper East Side?”

“Well, if I recall, it started with me being fed up with your stupid ass, and you finally confessing that you had been madly in love with me since we were thirteen.”

“And I still am.” He moved towards you to place his lips on yours. “You’re mine now, baby.” You grinned against his lips and went to sit on his lap.

“Mr. Baizen, you’ve had me from the moment I laid eyes on you. With that cute little schoolboy outfit, and your hair! Oh god, remember-”

With a playful glare, he cut you off as you giggled. “We do not need to talk about my middle school style, fiancee, but I will gladly talk about when I fell in love with you.”

“That sounds good.” You smiled at each other and went back down memory lane, into your long, long, shared history.

20 YEARS EARLIER

Looking in the mirror, your maid had finished tailoring your school uniform. When she deemed you presentable she scurried out of the room to help your mother, and you immediately went to call your best friend.

“Carter, are you ready for our first day? We’re finally in eighth grade. Next year I’ll be headed off to Constance and you’ll be going to St. Judes, and there’s gonna be a whole ton of hot guys-”

Your friend’s chuckles were heard through the phone. “Y/N, we haven’t even begun the first day yet.”

“Yes, I know, but we’ll be one step closer to the best years of our lives!” Your mom’s voice called you from downstairs. Oh crap. Only the Lord knew that Andrea L/N did NOT want to be kept waiting. “Okay, my mom’s coming, but we’re coming to pick you up right now. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“See ya soon, Y/N.” You smiled at his voice and responded.

“See ya soon, Baizen.” You hung up the phone and ran to your vanity. Making sure your mascara wasn’t smudged while you had dressed, you spritzed on the Chanel perfume you had stolen from your mother's room. Truth be told, you only dressed up for Carter, but you would never tell him that.

His parents were two of New York’s socialites, famous and wealthy, so they got along well with your parents. Though your dad didn’t pay too much attention to you, your mother made sure you kept up with your grades and social life. She was always the shoulder to cry on, offering you wisdom and advice. Not to mention, but your mom was a fantastic shoe designer. She was truly the greatest woman you knew. The two of you grew up closely with his sister Caroline, from the time you were babies to now. Caroline had gone to a boarding school in France in the fifth grade, but that didn't tear your friendship, and only made it stronger. However, while you stay poised and polite, Carter had always had a bit of a bad boy streak. Albeit, he was charming and sweet, sometimes too much for his own good, but the two of you were opposites. Yin and yang. Sun and moon. At the age of thirteen he was the Upper East Side’s darling sweet-talker, who had girls and boys alike fawning over him.

Including you.

You never realized when you had started developing feelings for your friend, but it was a huge shock to you. It helped that he was cute as hell, but you got to see the sweet side of him, that was respectful and caring. He always made sure you were comfortable and happy, giving you a small sliver of hope that he liked you back. You always helped him, whether it was being a wingwoman, or giving him schoolwork, you were always there at his beck and call.

The next seven years were absolutely painful for you, however. In high school, he charmed the skirt off of every single girl at Constance, and constantly blew you off for hookups and dates. When he was cut off and went to travel the world, you called him to make sure he was okay, though he always seemed fine to you. You stuck with him through everything, and the more you went on, you barely knew the man who claimed to be your best friend.

Dating Serena was the last straw. You were twenty-one, studying political science and business to hopefully one day become a lawyer. Your father had disapproved of your majors, but your mom fully supported you.

Sighing and putting your textbook away, you stood up and went to put something on for the party you were invited to. Normally, you would have stayed in your NYU dorm, but Carter had miraculously managed to get you to leave, claiming you needed to meet his girlfriend, who you didn’t know at the time. You grumpily slipped on a champagne sequin dress, and grabbed your white stilettos to match. After hailing a cab, you were off to Blair Waldorf’s house, unknowingly driving to the end of you and Carter’s friendship.

You had to admit that the party wasn’t half bad. Blair certainly knew how to decorate, and it wasn’t hard to believe, considering her mother was the infamous designer, Eleanor Waldorf. You bumped into a lot of old classmates from your high school years, and grudgingly exchanged greetings. When you finally found Carter, he had his arm slipped around the waist of a pretty blonde, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. He turned around, and let out a smile that normally would have made you happy, but instead filled you with dread.

“Y/N! You made it! This is Serena Van der Woodsen.” As you went in to hug your friend, you were stopped by none other than Serena's hand stuck out for you to shake.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you.” You stared into her blue eyes, and were immediately filled with envy and irritation.

You had no right to be mad. You knew Carter could date whoever he wanted, but at this point you didn’t care. Exhausted, you started to yell at the couple.

“Really, Carter? You go off to travel some other goddamn countries and come back to date a high schooler? A child? Who the hell do you think you are?” The entire room went silent, all of their attention focused solely on the college girl who went crazy. Serena stared at you, absolutely dumbfounded. As she came to her senses and started to yell back, Carter stopped her.

“Y/N, let’s go outside,” he gritted out. His eyes were burning red, and you could tell he was furious, which was never a good thing.

However, at this point your emotions were so heightened that it rivaled his anger. Once the two of you were outside the building, he started lecturing you. “What the fuck was that, L/N? I introduce you to my girlfriend, and you start yelling at her. You have no control over who I date, and you have absolutely zero right to insult them. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He knew he had hit a sore spot there. He knew your deepest insecurities, how you were self-conscious about your body, and how you were saving yourself for the one. No one had ever looked at you throughout high school, and even if they had, you would’ve been too blinded by Carter to see any of them. He had always had you wrapped around his finger.

You chuckled mirthlessly. “You are such an asshole, Baizen. I have been there for you for years. I was always there to make sure you had done your homework, I looked after you, I fucking lied for you. I have done everything for you, and for fucking what?”

“So you yell at my girlfriend? I never knew you could stoop so fucking low, Y/N.” He glared at you, on the verge of tears, and saw that your face was already wet as well. “Oh, poor you. Cries whenever someone raises their voice at them. You had no right to say those things about her. What are you, jealous?”

Your heart stopped beating in your chest. It was the longest five seconds of your life, as tears ran down your face in hot paths, and he stared at you, for once, not knowing what to say.

“You are.” His gaze turned sympathetic. “Wait, Y/N, I never knew-”

“It doesn’t matter, Carter,” you yelled, “I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m not gonna go on loving you, because it’s never gonna happen and I can’t sit around to wait for you. I’m done.” With that, you left, his last memory of you stomping off into the streets of Manhattan at midnight.

PRESENT

“That wasn’t my best moment exactly.” You cringed, face flaming from your actions that had taken place that night.

Carter placed his hand on your jaw and rubbed your cheekbone. “It wasn’t your fault, I was kind of an idiot. But in a way, I’m kind of grateful, because that really woke me up to what was happening outside of that little bubble I was in. It made me see what I had lost, and remember that it was you who finally saved me from the hole I was digging myself farther into. You were my hero. Still are.”

You grinned bashfully. “But then we ended up seeing each other two years later at that other party.”

“Oh god, the party,” he smirked, “we had some fun then, didn’t we?”

“I can’t remember, we were both drunk as fuck.”

10 YEARS AGO

The last two years had changed you. You had still focused on school and kept up with your studies, but the old Y/N was no more. Carter Baizen had ruined your life, and now you were just getting a taste of what you had missed out on in high school. A barrier surrounded your heart, with the one rule of no man staying in your bed for more than a night. You had a reputation to uphold, of course. Every social event now had your name on the attending list, and guys were lining up at your feet for a night with you. Your hair was longer, the clothes you wore out flashier and your style rivaled that of Serena Van der Woodsen’s. You were unattainable and everyone knew your name.

Your father’s private jet flew in on the evening of December twentieth. Merula, your family’s maid, helped carry your bags from the jet and your mom greeted you with tons of hugs and kisses. However, that didn’t last very long, as you had a party to attend. Going up to your old room, you took a quick, yet luxurious bath, and went to fix yourself up. Your old closet was still intact, and you were happy to know that the short red dress you had bought five years before still fit you. After you slipped on the dress and your black heels, you curled your hair in loose waves, and swiped on some dark red lipstick.

You were dead set on getting laid tonight. But then again, when weren’t you?

With a goodnight call to your mom, you ran out to the limo waiting outside your family’s penthouse. Giving the driver the address, you pulled your compact mirror from your Valentino clutch. Flawless. Like any other night. Paying attention to your looks was now tiring. And this life was lonely. You hadn’t had any friends besides Carter at the beginning, but now you were truly by yourself.

Carter. You hadn’t thought about him in a long time. In your furious haze after the incident two years ago, you blocked him on all forms of social media, and ignored any headlines from Gossip Girl including his name. It was lonely, naturally, but you had enough men filling your bed to avoid you from the empty void in your chest. The void that was filled with whispers telling you to apologize, to call him, to take him back, because the truth was that you missed him like hell.

The party was full of college kids, neatly dressed in the chandelier-lit room. Ugh. So far you couldn’t see any lookers. A couple of guys who looked like they were in their late twenties were eyeing you up from the corner, and grabbing a flute of bubbly champagne, you headed in their direction, licking your lips. As you crossed the room, you could feel more eyes on you but you didn’t dare look at them. No, you liked being in charge, controlling the room. Heels clicking against the marble floor, you blatantly checked out the tall blonde in the middle. He was pretty handsome. Cropped hair, a muscular frame, and electric blue eyes that kind of reminded you of Carter.

Stop thinking about him, go get laid.

You stopped in front of him. “Hey, pretty boy. Can I get your name?”

He wasn’t even fazed by your flagrant introduction. You were absolutely shameless, and though you received glares from the other women in the room, you couldn’t have cared less. “I’m Steve. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You opened your mouth to speak and Steve’s eyes widened as he saw the figure that shouted out your name, abruptly stopping you. “Y/N?”

Freezing, you prayed that it wasn’t him. His voice that haunted you daily, and made guilt and sadness pool in your gut. It had to have been your imagination. You started again. “Sorry, but I’m-”

“Y/N.” Turning around, you came face to face, well, face to chest with Carter Baizen. He had grown taller since you had last seen him. Even with the noticeably darker bags under his eyes and growing hair, he was still as gorgeous as ever.

“Hey, Carter.” Steve had walked away by then, not wanting to intrude, but at that moment, he was the only person you needed. Heart beating in your chest, you finally met Carter’s eyes. “How are you?”

His mouth was gaping a little, taking in your form, seeing that it was so much different than it used to be. “I’m good.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “You look great.”

A blush rose to your cheeks and you managed to mumble out, “Thanks.”

“Can we talk?”

That’s how you ended up outside on an empty balcony overlooking Manhattan. Taxis and honking were heard, but it was fainter due to blood rushing in your ears.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “Carter, before you say anything, I want to let you know that I’m sorry. I really am. Last time we saw each other, I knew what I did was wrong, and though I was in love with you, I had no right to be upset.” Sighing, you placed your hand in his. “Can we be good again? I really hate how we left things off.”

Silently, he nodded his head, eyes wide and subtly taking you in again. The last two years hadn’t been kind to him, after Serena dumped his sorry ass, and he ended up with no money and nowhere to run to. His mom had allowed him to stay in the family house for a while, and his father was even giving him a second chance at running the company, but it wasn’t easy for him. He was slowly spiraling down, and only when he saw you did he wake up and take a look at himself properly. He looked like a piece of garbage next to you. He hadn’t even gone to school, and here you were, even more beautiful, which he never thought was possible, and a successful law student at Harvard.

“We’re good, Y/N. I brought you out here for another reason though.” He paused and looked at you as you nodded for him to continue. “It’s been a few years, I know, and I shouldn’t be saying this now, but I miss you so much. These past few years have made me realize how much of a fool I am for you, but God, I’m in love with you, Y/N, I always have been.”

You stood up, anger coursing through your veins. Now? When it’s most convenient for him? No. You needed to get drunk. “I’m sorry Carter, but I fell out of love with you one hell of a long time ago.” Swallowing the lump rising in your throat, you continued your lie. “You made your decision, I made mine. I wanted to be friends, Carter, but I can’t have that laying around us.”

Stomping away, you heard the crestfallen voice of Carter. “Y/N, wait, please.” He stumbled his way over to you, and caught your hand again before you ripped it away. “Please, Y/N, please, I’m in love with you. I’m sorry I was such an ass, I was so stupid, please.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you shook your head. “I need a drink.”

He numbly nodded as you made your way back inside, asking one of the servers for a gin. You needed to get drunk. It was a necessity at this point, and as you got more and more tipsy through the night, you found your way back with Steve. By now the party had started to get crazier, people making out in corners and drunkenly stumbling everywhere. Steve held you up as you grinded against him, but stopped when you felt his hand go up your dress.

“No, no thank you,” you slurred.

He smirked, giving you a steely glare. “You’re asking for it with this slutty little dress and winding me up.” He forcibly grabbed your wrists and started to drag you to a bedroom. “I own you tonight, baby.”

Before you could scream, someone came over and punched Steve in the jaw. You were speechless, staring at his already bruising face. Once again, you were being pulled away, only this time, out of the party. The person dragged you back to your place, and your drunken mind asked, “You wanna come in?”

Without another word, the two of you were attached by the mouth, clothes being thrown haphazardly around your room. Earlier events from the evening wiped from your memories, and you could have only hoped that your parents weren’t home. Falling into your bed, you and your unknown lover tore up the bedsheets for several hours until you both drunkenly passed out.

When you woke up the next morning, you looked up. You silently thanked yourself for closing your windows before you had left the other night, and only then realized you were cold, naked, and in your own room.

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself. Throwing on a robe from your closet, you looked around seeing the scattered clothes from you and whoever you had spent your night with. They were still here.

You flew down the stairs at a record-breaking speed, and slid into the kitchen, risky business style, and saw a familiar head of brown hair sitting at the table. “What the fuck, Baizen?”

Carter calmly turned around, smiling as he blew into his coffee. “Damn, Y/N, good morning to you too.”

Scoffing, you grabbed the newspaper he held in his hands and started to whack him with it. “Ow, what the hell?” He grabbed your wrists to calm you, then pulled out a chair next to him for you to sit. Reluctantly, you sat and frowned at him, raising an eyebrow to ask what happened. “Do you treat all your hookups like this?”

“Did we…” You didn’t even want to finish that sentence.

“Sleep together piss-drunk after you told me you didn’t love me back after two years? Yes, we most certainly did, beautiful.” Though your face burned red at the old pet name, you asked for what had happened. “Well, the asshole you were dancing with tried to get you in bed, but I came over and punched him, while we were both still drunk, and I got you back here, and you offered me to come inside and we fucked.”

Your eyes were comically wide, and he would have found the situation really funny if his heart weren’t beating erratically inside his chest as he awaited your full reaction. “So,” you started, “you're still in love with me.”

He tried not to let his embarrassment show, but his cheeks flamed anyway. You smiled genuinely, but you were terrified of whether he meant it or not. “Do you mean it, Carter?”

You stared into the depths of his eyes and he answered, “Yes. I’m so sorry that I was a horrible, horrible friend to you, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. And I know you already expressed how you felt about me, and let me say, I understand completely. If you want me to, I’ll walk out of that door right now, and you won’t have to see me again. But if you let me stay , I’ll spend every waking moment of my life making sure you feel happy and loved, and making it up to you.”

He stared at you with pleading eyes, and held your hands gently. Suddenly, stinging tears obstructed your vision, and you whimpered. “I love you, Car,” you gave him a watery smile, “never stopped.”

His eyes started to tear up as well, and smiling you finally pressed your lips to his, taking in the moment. The past few years had been torturous for you both, dealing with the loneliness and pain from your broken friendship, but slowly and surely you two built trust. It took a long time, and you took the relationship slowly, but patience was key, and it was all worth it in the end.

PRESENT

“And now we’re here?” You asked. Carter combed his hand through your hair, the soothing action making you rest your head on his shoulder.

“And now we’re here.” He glanced down at you, smiling and pecking your lips.

“Damn, we had one dramatic-ass story.” He chuckled at that and sighed.

“We sure did, baby. But hey, look at us. We’re on top of the world right now. We have a wedding in a few months, you don’t have any cases, and I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms right now.”

You smiled against his neck. “Hey, Car?” He hummed against your hair, looking out the window. The sun had fully risen, making the room glow. “I know we haven’t had this discussion in a while, but are we ready to have kids?” His brow furrowed, but he said nothing. “Car?”

“I mean, sure, we’re both doing so well right now, and we could raise a kid here, right? We’ve got an empty bedroom right across from ours, and we’ve got plenty of space here. I think with the combination of me and you, we’d have a pretty great kid. They’d definitely have my eyes though.”

“They better have your eyes.” You looked up at him. “So pretty.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “The wedding’s coming up pretty soon though, so we can start trying after that.” You laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Before we get too old.”

You smirked and rolled your eyes. “We’re thirty-three, Carter, we aren’t that old.”

He laughed and said, “I guess you’re right.” Heart beating in your chest, you sighed loudly. “What brought this on?”

You cupped his cheek and took a deep breath. When you had taken the test a week before you had been elated, only to freak out after realizing Carter might not feel the same. But you had been okay for ten years, right? When the two of you had finally gotten together, it did take a lot to find that balance in your relationship, but hell, you were getting married in a few months. Carter was your best friend, number one supporter, and fiance, so you prayed that he would be just as excited.

“Carter, I’m pregnant.” Looking at him dead in the eye, you hoped that he would be happy. You awaited his reaction for a few seconds, and you wanted to scream in anticipation.

And then you saw it.

His eyes started to water, and his hands moved to your stomach. ”Really?” He asked, voice wavering. You nodded, eyes beginning to tear up as well.

“We’re having a baby, Mr. Baizen.” You laughed joyfully, as he picked you up by your waist and you wrapped your legs around him. Hands found their way around his neck as he pulled you in for a kiss.

Tears poured from his eyes, as he laughed. “I love you so, so, much, baby.” Hiding your face in his neck, you giggled some more. “God, we’re having a kid. I swear on my life, I’ll do everything to make sure you and this baby are happy for the rest of our lives.”

And he did. Not such a bad hookup after all, now was it?

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monstermash · 3 years

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all the multiples of 5 from the song asks!

thank you so much thats so many. here we go

5. a song you can relate to - haunted house by sir babygirl. literally one of the songs of all time. actually u know what the entirety of crush on me (2019) makes me say meme voice wow they are literally me. but literally LITERALLLLYYYYY haunted house

10. a song that makes you feel young - well i usually feel approximately a billion years old despite being the youngest person alive but um. lets go with a song ~from my childhood~ and say one step beyond by madness because it was my absolute favorite song for like the entirety of my early childhood. imagine spending 9 months gestating a child just for its favorite bands at age 6 to be madness and my chemical romance

15. a song to listen to on rainy days - the ENTIRETY of the first released album by american rock band my chemical romance, ‘i brought you my bullets you brought me your love’ (2002). uhhh also desert song on a loop amiright ladies and theys. we havent gotten any good ol fashioned Weather Events in a few months (other than like one snowstorm the other night) and im MISERABLE i want it to rain and i want to sit on my front porch at 5am

20. your favorite song from a musical - so im not the biggest musical person because my entire moms side of the family is just a long line of theater kids (like legit great grand parents OWNED a theater level of theater kids) and so i wasnt one out of spite. that being said. there are worse things i could do from grease. take me or leave me from rent (which is the song that unfortunately i based my entire conceptualization of Romance off of and so i will never date). uhh i like the first half of les mis but i hate the second half because i hate young people i only like hearing about old mens problems. i like most of cabaret and chicago. i used to be genuinely obsessed with the gaston song. also i know l*n m*nuel m*randa is cancelled six ways to sunday but breathe from in the heights is one of my all time breakdown songs. anyway i just said i wasnt a theater kid and didnt like muscials and then proved myself to be such a huge liar what EVERRRR

25. your favorite love song - ezra furman love you so bad but that ones sad. uhh charlie burg instead of my room. sir babygirl pink lite . READ MY MIND BY THE KILLERS. magnetic fields book of love

30. a song with really good lyrics - heels by sir babygirl!!! jesus christ. hang em high by mcr fucking Obviously the angels just cut out her tongue call her black mariah would i lie to you that girls not right in the brain.

35. a song that motivates you - this question is weird and i dont know how to answer it but any time i need to stop being a piece of shit and start Doing whatever i need to be doing i listen to 20th century boy by placebo on a loop

40. your favorite song in a language different from your native one - ive been listening to sooooo much glukoza lately. i was also very into rammstein as a child and im reliving that era of my life lately. uhh gott ist ein popstar by oomph

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Excuse me um... I love you (z.k)

The boys had been your neighbors for a while now. You remembered when they first introduced themselves to you and it was way too awkward. You were shy and not very outgoing at first but they soon changed that because you became their best friend. As time grew by, you were closer to Zion and Edwin but definitely more closer to Zion. You really wouldn’t know what to do without them in your life. Mainly because you’re always at their house 24/7 and they didn’t mind it at all.

It was early in the morning when you woke up. You tend to go on the rooftop of your house and look at the sunrise. Wrapping yourself into a blanket, you head on the roof with your phone.

“Hey mamas, good morning,” you see a smiling Zion through his window. “Hi Zion, what are you doing up this early?” He shrugs his shoulder and waves you to come to him. You climb down and walk over to his window.

“You look so pretty right now,” Zion helps you through the window and pulls you into his chest. “You’re such a flirt,” you ignored his comment because he couldn’t possibly mean that right? “I’m serious though! I mean you always look pretty but something about your morning look is even prettier,” he says making your heart flutter.

“Zion have you seen yourself in the mirror? Because you’re the definition of handsome with your beautiful smile and face,” you rubbed his cheeks and then proceeded to flop on the bed. “You are so damn goofy ma,” he chuckles and flops down next to you. Z picked a movie from Disney plus to watch and then wrapped his arms around you.

“Wait wait, can I grab one of your hoodies? The ones at my house are missing your smell,” You pouted and gave him puppy dog eyes. He couldn’t resist you even if he tried to because you had the hold on him that nobody could really explain. “Yeah, go pick one from the closet and then later today give me the other ones back,” you stood up and side eyed him because you didn’t want to give the other ones back. “Relax, I’m not gonna keep them shawty just gonna spray more of my cologne,” he threw you a wink and you stick your tongue out at him.

Once you picked a hoodie and put it on, you get back on the bed with Zion. He wraps one arm around you and puts his other arm on your leg that was resting on his waist. “Oh my gosh Z, we are doing Disney plus and chill,” you look up at him and he leans down to meet your eyes. “Nah, we gotta do the Disney plus and thrust or you can Disney plus this dick,” he chuckles at the look of your face. “Caleb, you are absolutely disgusting,” you giggled.

“I actually wouldn’t mind you thrusting into me right now,” you think to yourself and shook off the thought. Cuddling with Zion was probably the best feeling in the world. He’s tall and that means you’re able to wrap around him like a koala bear. When he was the little spoon, you greatly loved being able to hold him in your arms.

———-

You don’t know exactly when you fell asleep. Maybe it was the fact that Z was really warm or you were still tired. But you woke up with Zion’s arms around your waist and his head nuzzled into your neck. You didn’t want to wake him up but you had to use the bathroom. So you slowly move his arms from around your waist and headed to the bathroom that was down the hall.

“Hey, I didn’t even know you were here. How are you?” Nick pulled you in a hug after he saw you come out the bathroom. “I’m doing good Nicky boy. I was on the roof those morning and Zion helped me through his window,” you chuckled.

“When are you guys gonna date? I’m so tired of the back and forth between you two,” he let out a sigh. “Nick, we’re just best friends. We don’t like each other like that,” you shook your head in confusion. He looks at you with a certain look and it makes you blush. “Fine, I really do like him. Fuck Nick, maybe even love him. But I could never ruin my friendship with him because he’s so important to me,” you sigh and looked at anything but Nick. He places his hands on your cheek and forced you to look at him.

“Hey, you aren’t gonna ruin your friendship with him. But I don’t think it’s safe to keep those feelings inside of you like that. I know it drives you crazy,” Nick hugged you and let you walk away. You walk back to the room and see Zion sitting up with his phone.

“You were gone too long. I miss your warmth bubs,” he makes grabby hands at you. You chuckled at his silliness and jumped on the bed. “Hi,” you giggled. “I didn’t tell you to jump on the damn bed like that,” he playfully rolled his eyes at you. “Oh shut up, you love me,” you turned on your side to get your phone.

Zion felt like his heart was gonna burst. Of course he loved you. How could he not? You always make sure he’s okay. You come over with one simple “I’m bored” text. You guys go out to eat and sometimes play at the park like little kids. (Which normally ends up with a mom telling you guys that you’re too old to be doing things like that.)

“Yeah, I do love your annoying ass and I think we’d make a good couple,” he turned to look at you with a smile. “Are you deadass? Z, that’s not fucking joke,” you were prepared to get up and leave but Zion grabbed your face and kissed you. It was tender and sweet, his plum lips felt like a dream. They were soft and tasted like cherry chapstick.

“Is this proof that I’m not fucking witchu?” He smirks at your face. “Umm yeah, but I think I want some more of that proof,” you bit your lip. “Well then come here and I’ll give you some more,” he pulls you to straddle his lap and both of his hands slide to the inside of your shirt. His fingers gently rubbed your now exposed skin which makes you hum in the kiss. He then pulled away from you lips to kiss up and down your neck. Once he found that spot on your neck, he sucked on it making you moan in his ear.

“I like that sound baby, imma need you to do it again for me. You sound so pretty,” he goes back to assaulting your neck. Your hands found it’s way to his pm chain that sat around neck. He pulls away once again which makes you whine at the lost of his contact. “Here mamas, I want you to wear the chain while I fuck you,” he clips the chain around neck and turns you to the full body mirror that was in the corner. “See those marks? You look so pretty with them,” he kisses your cheek.

“Zion please do something. Like right now or I’m gonna get someone who is gonna do something,” you figured if you give him an attitude then he’ll fuck you. What you didn’t know was that you just lit a fire inside of him. He wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes adding pressure. “That’s not my name right now babygirl. But what you’re gonna do is get yourself off on my thigh. Understand,” he says in a low voice making you moan.

“But that’s not what I want,” you pout your lips. This makes Zion a bit more angrier because you were being a brat on purpose and he didn’t like that. “Stop being a fucking brat. Do it or you won’t get to cum at all,” he squeezes your throat a bit harder but nothing to actually hurt you. You were even more turned on then before because of his dominance and to avoid making him even more mad, you nodded your head. “I can’t hear you doll. Now I’m gonna ask one more time, do you understand?” he lower his eyes at you. “Yes,” you replied but that didn’t satisfy him. “Yes, what baby?” “Yes daddy,” he nodded his head with a smile and let you go.

You were quick to take off your sweatpants and black lace panties that barely covered anything. “Ah you wanted to be fucked, huh?” His words made you slightly embarrassed. You sit on his right thigh and just waited. Really, you weren’t sure what to do until he slapped your thigh. “I do remember telling you to get yourself off from my thigh alone. Now do it and don’t make me repeat myself,” he brings his hands down to your hips and rock them against his thigh. Your wetness fell onto his sweatpants and you moved yourself faster. Pleasure shot up in you when he went back to sucking on your skin. He takes off the hoodie to give him access to your collarbone.

“Mm please give me more,” you continued to rock yourself and slide your hand down to rub your clit. He slaps your hands and does it himself. Zion rubs your clit in a pace that was gonna make you cum in no time. “You’re so wet for me baby. Gonna cum for me?” He looks at the way your face was scrunched up and how you fucked yourself on his thigh. “Yes Im gonna cum!” You moaned louder. “I’m sorry but you gotta beg for it princess. You were acting pretty bratty earlier,” he chuckles at you and rubs even faster. “Please daddy. I can’t hold it anymore. I’ll be a good girl!” He was satisfied with you begging and decided to let you cum. “Well then cum for me baby,” he replied and you came on his thigh. The leg was sweatpants was drenched in your juices which made him smirk.

“Such a good girl for me. You can actually pay attention to directions,” he kisses your lips. “Please give me more,” you whimpered still trying to get over your first organism. “You’re too greedy and I don’t think you deserve my cock sweetheart,” he tapped your thigh wanting you to get off his thigh. You rolled your eyes and got up. Zion looked at you with a stern face and walked right out the room leaving you in the bed.

You then realized that he still had your cum on his sweatpants and he was walking to the living room where the boys were. If you weren’t embarrassed earlier then you sure were definitely embarrassed now.

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stevenismyboy · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 3.

This fic was posted first on my main blog which is captainelsaeverdeen. I started my own blog only for my imagines and I moved all my work from there to here. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I do writing it!

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. You can find my Masterlist here.

Calm down. Just calm down.

With each step, your heart was beating harder. Although it was pretty cold at home, you could feel yourself sweating under your shirt. Your best friend was waiting in the living room, talking to your mom when you stopped on the stairs to save time. But he noticed you. He smiled politely and came closer, licked his lips nervously.

“I think we should talk” he whispered. “Can we go upstairs?” “Of course” you murmured, leading him down the way that he knew so well. Dustin looked curious from his room, but you locked the door as soon as possible. “I… I don’t even know what to say” Jonathan whispered so quietly that you could barely hear him. “You don’t have to say anything” you laughed awkwardly. “It… I don’t know what it is. I probably wrote it a hundred years ago. Maybe in high school. I was cleaning up the attic, maybe Dustin and Will found it and wanted to have fun by pissing me off”.

“You believe that Will… or your brother would have been able to do it?” Jonathan asked slowly, his fingers clamped on a thin envelope. You ran away with your eyes, your tongue burned you from your lies. “They’re just kids. I once hid his Jedi figures when he broke my walkaman”.

“But we’re not in kindergarten anymore, Y/N” your friend insisted, coming closer. He raised the letter to the height of your eyes so that you could see exactly all the words you wrote just yesterday. “I can’t believe it’s just a stupid joke. You wouldn’t write it that way. You wouldn’t put so much heart into it. So please don’t be afraid to tell me it’s true. I’m sure Nancy…” “You told Nancy?” you asked. You were so scared, cold shiver ran down your back.

“No. Not yet. And I’m probably not gonna do it” he was squeezing his nose in two fingers. “She’s your friend. She’ll understand. I’m sure she won’t be mad. Y/N… I’m sorry, but I don’t… I love you. But… I love Nancy too, in another, deeper way…” “I told you it was a joke” you broke it off, feeling your voice shaking. You heard the floor creaking in the hallway, and you clenched your hands on your shirt, hoping it wasn’t Dustin. “I found an old letter and I don’t know how it got to you, but it doesn’t matter because… because…”

“Because?” Jonathan insisted, coming closer. The answer would be a lie, another lie. It’s different to tell a teacher that you didn’t do your homework because your brother vomited all day and you had to take care of him, and it’s different to look into a friend’s eyes and tell him that all the love, all the admiration for him described in the letter is not real. It would be easier with Steve. You’d tell the truth there. You didn’t like him, not anymore. With Steve…

“Because?” Jonathan was growing impatient. His pupils dilated, his eyes were stuck only in you, his friend, his confidant, his advisor. If you confess, and he says again that what you dream of will never happen, your heart will be in a terrible condition. “Y/N?”

“You don’t have to worry about that because I’m in love with somebody else “you said quickly, suprising him and yourself as well. Jonathan was shocked, the letter finally disappeared from your eyes. “What… in who? You have… you have a boyfriend and you didn’t tell us anything?” “I didn’t tell you because… I was afraid of your opinion. Especially Nancy. It’s new, fresh, I didn’t want to jam, I was afraid it wouldn’t work, so…” “But who is it?” Jonathan interrupted your rambling and sat on the bed. “Do I know him?”

“It’s Steve” you said, blinking fast. Jonathan looked like you hit him with a chair. He opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. If you were a cartoon character, there’d probably be a lot of smoke coming out of his head from thinking hard. “You’re serious?” he finally got out of his mind. “But… when did this happen? He asked you out?”

“I did” you said smiling. Funny. Once you start lying, the rest of lies start coming so easy, you don’t even have to try. “A few days ago. I figured Nancy wouldn’t mind. I just told Robin. Dustin… Dustin doesn’t know anything about this”. “Oh my freaking god” Jonathan sighed in disbelief, and then he finally smiled for the first time since he went into his room. “So this is really just a stupid joke?” “Yeah” you laughed but really you wanted to cry out of stress. “But don’t tell Will about it. I don’t want him to have problems because of something like this… irrelevant. I forgive them.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?” Jonathan smirked. “I know you feel like killing them.” “Not them. Just myself” Jonathan smirked, but it wasn’t a joke. “It’s even flattering, you know” he shrugged his shoulder. “That you liked me in middle school. You wrote pretty mature for a little kid.” “I’ve been able to get out of English class with honors” you said dreaming of getting him out.

“I’d love to tease you more because of this, but I promised my mom I’d only go for a while. If you don’t mind…” he stopped talking when you opened the door. “No, I don’t mind” you smiled a little bit. “I’m sorry I ran away then”. “You were afraid I’d catch you with a new boyfriend, I know. Nancy will be damn surprised.”

“Don’t tell her” you told fast, too fast not to arouse a suspicion. You swallowed seeing his surprised look, his eyebrows wrinkled in misunderstanding. “I want to do it myself. I should’ve done it before, but since the boys have found out that way…” “I’ll be silent as the corpse” Jonathan smashed your hair and pretended to lock his mouth with his hand. And he left. The whole scene, the show the show you played for him lasted only a few minutes , and you felt like it was dragging on for hours. The pressure in your chest eased, you breathed deeply, hearing Dustin already moving into your room to ask what was going on.

You and Steve Harrington. That’s ridiculous.

The food was disgusting. Steve usually loved Thursdays, Thursdays were the only day when Glory, the cook at school, was up to the task and cooked something that he really could eat at least once a week, but just looking at a dry turkey made him sick.

“Take as much as you want. I won’t eat that” he was disgusted, looking at his basketball teammates he’s been sitting with since lunch with Carol and Tommy became an anguish. “You’ve got to keep in shape, man. You can’t just drink chocolate milk.” “Well, that’s what I’m gonna do. It’s the only thing I don’t throw up from” he shrugged, taking a straw between his teeth.

“Hey, Steve” he heard someone behind him and almost choked on the milk. His friends were snorting laughing, revealing the rest of the food in their mouth. Steve coughed and turned around, seeing you in the middle of tall, muscular boys, plucking the cuticles at your nails out of stress. “Here comes the meat” one of his friends laughed, slicing turkey. ”Are you lost, babygirl?”

“Choke on this trash” Steve threw a napkin at him and stood up. “Yeah, Y/N?” “Can we talk? Somewhere where you’ll finish your dinner and where will be quiet?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “I… yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s find an empty table” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Loser” he heard passing by Carol, who was scanning Dustin’s sister, walking ahead. He showed her the middle finger, hoping that the girl ahead of him hadn’t noticed anything.

“Listen” Y/N sat opposite him at the table under the window. Someone spilled a Coke on it trying to wipe it off with a ton of napkins. “I’m sorry I ran away last time you wanted to talk to me. It was inappropriate, childish and impulsive. So… I’m sorry”.

“You’ve already said you’re sorry” he said, leaning more comfortable in the chair. “I’m sorry” you said again, wanting to smash your head against the table. “Look… I want to make this clear. I’m flattered, but… I just broke up with Nancy.” “I see you’re trying to reject me, but that’s not what I want to talk about, and I certainly don’t want to hear it for the second time this week” you sighned, running your hand through your hair. “I did… something stupid. And I don’t mean to send you a letter. Stephen Harrington, I don’t want to go out with you. But… I told somebody that I want to. That we’re dating”.

Sometimes in difficult situations, his brain couldn’t keep up with what was going on, and so it was this time. Her words didn’t seem to reach him, he needed a moment to understand them. “If you’d like to continue your thought, I’d be very grateful” he said, so freaking confused. “I don’t like you” you got him distracted even more. “Oh, God, that was rude, I’m…”

“Please, don’t say you’re sorry” he asked, wanted you to tell him what you mean as soon as possible. “I like you, but not in that way. But I had to say something, anything to make the boy I really like think I don’t like him. I panicked and somehow you were the first person I thought of. I know I shouldn’t have. I know I did wrong and I know I’m gonna burn in hell for it, but I did”.

“Who’s so perfect that you had to lie instead of tell him the truth?” he asked, drinking the rest of his milk, making annoying noises. “And why did you think of me first?” “I don’t know” you groaned, being super embarrassed. “I was thinking about our conversation on the field, how terrified I was that you really had that letter… And I won’t tell you who I’m talking about now.”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to, because I don’t think you just came to admit what you did. You need my help. Otherwise, you wouldn’t want to talk to me” he noticed and he was absolutely right. You sighed in and looked for Jonathan, who embraced Nancy’s arm and offered her cookies. Steve turned around the same way. “Nooooo. There’s no way in hell that all of this is about Jonathan Byers” “Why not?” you moved your shoulder. “Jonathan is a wonderful guy”.

“Yeah, but he’s dating my ex” Steve sighned. “And you’re in love with him. And I’m…” “I know how complicated it is. I know. He got a letter too” “Woah, woah, woah, hold on, hold on, stop” Steve squinted his eyes. “I’m not the only one who got the letter?” “I was sure I mentioned that it wasn’t just one” you bite your lower lip once more. “No, you didn't” he rolled his eyes dramatically. “You think you’re special, and the second letter comes out.”

“And the third one” you added, drumming your fingers against the table. “And the fourth one. And even a fifth”. “Five love letters?” Steve couldn’t believe it. When was the last time he saw you with a boy who wasn’t Jonathan or your brother? “Damn it, Henderson, you’re a player”. “And who says that” you muttered. Steve stopped talking. He realized he shouldn’t have said anything about it. “Steve… if I confess, I’ll lose him and her. And I can’t allow that. That’s why I’m asking you for help. I’m asking you to… a month, two months to pretend that… that you’re my boyfriend.”

“Pretending?” Steve got lively, couldn’t believe his ears. He wanted to help, even very much. He wanted to compensate you for those years when you had no contact. But so many things could have gone wrong. So many things could have screwed up. It was never your style. “We don’t have to exaggerate” you said quickly. “We can… just be sensitive at school, hold hands, walk to class. Besides, we don’t have to convince everyone that our relationship is real. All we need is Jonathan and Nancy to believe us. That’s all I ask”.

Steve didn’t know what to say. What’s the worst that could happen? He liked you. You used to be his friend. He’d have a chance to help you. He knew what it’s like when rejection hurts so much that it’s all over your mind. He’d make it easier for you. You could have suffered less than he suffered. “I’m sorry to have bothered you at all. That’s ridiculous” you sighned, getting up.

“Wait a minute” Steve leaned over in the chair, grabbing your wrist. You turned around, looking at him with such hope in your eyes that he knew he would agree before he even said so. He was watching people in the canteen. Not everyone noticed them, but he saw some jealous looks from other girls, whispers from his teammates. And most importantly, he saw Jonathan and Nancy. He was smiling, she didn’t know what was going on and you could see how much she wanted to ask her boyfriend about it. People will finally stop talking about how she broke his heart. And he’ll finally have a chance to heal from her.

“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right. and absolutely everyone will believe us” he said with a smile, getting you out of the canteen by the hand.

The sports hall was empty at lunchtime. You sat down crossing your legs on the blue mattress, taking out page from your notebook and pen, while Steve threw the ball into the basket, humming “I’m So Excited” by The Pointer Sisters under his breath.

“We need to set some rules” you said. Your voice echoed from an empty room. Steve threw the ball back in the basket. That’s why we’re gonna make a contract. “First of all… Steve, I don’t want you to kiss me”. “No shit” Steve stopped bouncing the ball off the floor. “Who will believe this relationship if I can’t kiss you?”

“I’m sure it would be just as uncomfortable for you as it would be for me. Don’t get me wrong… I’m sure you’re doing it right, but I don’t see the point.” “Henderson, are you even going to high school?” Steve groaned and sat next to you on a mattress, pressing his knees to his chest. “Those people are hungry wolves. From now on, they’ll analyze our every move, they’ll talk about it here and then in their homes. And we don’t want anyone to have any doubts, right? We’re supposed to be credible”.

“Like I said, I just want Jonathan and Nancy to believe us”. “Yeah, but if I’m not mistaken, you need me for that, and I should have something to say” Steve pointed out a contract with only your names written on it so far. “And I want at least half the school to believe us. Unfortunately, you have to make a compromise”. “I hate compromises. No one is fully happy” Steve woven his hands behind his head and lay down on the mattress next to you. “But okay. I’ll think about it”.

“But fast. Write” Steve got up. He seemed so excited, he couldn’t sit still. “As your boyfriend, I have the right to walk you for any lesson and wait for you at your locker. And I’m taking you to school. With my car. And you sit with me during lunch”. “I’m always sitting with my friends. Mostly with Robin” you said. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled” Steve moved her arm. “What else… you can wear my sunglasses”.

“I won’t need them inside of the building” you frowned your eyebrows. “That’s not what wearing them is about. It’s about looking good” Steve said, as if it was obvious. “And… I can keep my hand in the back pocket of your jeans. That’s it.” “It’s… those are your terms?” you made sure, while you read what you wrote quietly. “Is the pocket necessary?”

“If we don’t have to kiss, or do it quite rarely, then yes, it is necessary”. “Let it be” you nodded your head. “My turn. No one can know we’re pretending. Except for Robin”. “Why is Robin different than everyone else?” Steve squinted, raising his head to look at you. “I lied to two of my best friends, so she needs to know the truth. Even if I tried to lie, she would know it wasn’t true. She knows me too well. And horror movie nights”.

“Horror movie night” Steve repeated slowly. “Will we go through Hawkins and murder innocent people?”

“You amaze me, Steve. Sometimes I really have to sit in silence for a while to be able to answer you” you’ve twisted your head. “We watch scary movies every week. Either with Dustin or Jonathan and Nancy, unless they’re playing something new in the cinema. You have to start doing it with us.” “Everything for my girlfriend” he said, shaking his shoulder. Something warm was spreading through your cheeks. It couldn’t have been the blush. Steve is not the boy who makes you blush. He embarrasses you, that’s all. You’re not the only girl who works like that.

“Oh, one more” Steve smiled. “You have to come to my matches. And parties.” “I saw it coming” you nodded your head. “I have no problem with that. There’s something else… when you said you were gonna drive me to school, you’d have to take Dustin too”. “I thought you wouldn’t want him to know.” Steve said not understanding. “I don’t know if I’m gonna tell him yet. But until I do, he’ll never forgive me for driving a BMW, and he’s still getting to school by bike. I’ll have hell at home.”

“Yeah, no problem. Sure. That bastard’s pretty cute” Steve agreed. You signed the contract with your name, then you gave him a pen. The boy ran his eyes over the page again, his long eyelashes were sweeping through his brown irises like a fan. He breathed deeply and signed himself, smiling at one corner of his mouth. “And this way, we have a deal.”

“We have a deal” you nodded, hearing the bell ringing which was the sing that your lunch break was over. “I have to find Robin. And tell her about it as soon as possible.” “From the tone of your voice, I guess she won’t be delighted” Steve got up from the mattress. You moved your shoulder, looking for a walkman in a bag. You put the headphones on your ears, seeing Steve look at you with curiosity. So many years. Why didn’t he ever talk to you before? Why did you only start talking now that you had to save your friendship with Jonathan and Nancy? Maybe if he hadn’t broken contact with you, it wouldn’t have seemed so awkward, so weird. He didn’t even know how to talk to you. Does this Y/N still like the same things she liked when she combed her hair into two ponytails and ate breadcrumb-free sandwiches?

“Robin will understand. She usually does crazy things and has crazy ideas. She’ll understand that there was no other way out” you said. Steve licked his lips and nodded his head. He put his arm around you and took the headphones off your ears to take your hair out and be able to kiss your cheek. A sudden touch of his lips made your heart go down your throat, your body reacted faster than your mind. It’s just Steve. It’s just a harmless Steve. It’ll be over in a month.

“Let’s show them how much we love each other” the boy smiled, leading you out of the gym, straight into the jungle of bodies, gossiping girls and stupid boys. Before you got to your locker, his hand was already in the back pocket of your jeans.

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keichanz · 5 years

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Possession

Okay so I stayed up super late last night to try and get this out, but I couldn’t do it because i was so tired lol and now I’m kicking myself because I could have posted the first half of it because honestly the last five pages aren't even that relevant but eh whatever.

This came out a lot longer than I anticipated, but only because I wanted to have the argument between Inuyasha and Izayoi resolved and that will be posted later today, but not as an official Spooktober prompt. It’ll be more like a bonus chapter.

and once more, the prompt has nothing at all to do with anything spooky or Halloween related lmao oh well there's no rules saying that is has to XD

Spooktober Day 25: Possession

Izayoi stared at the festive and brightly decorated door of her locker, feeling oddly detached as she took in all the well wishes and brief, personal messages from her friends. As was a custom whenever someone in their tightly knit group of friends had a birthday, they always arrived early to decorate their locker with homemade cards, cut out stars, dollar store cheap decorations and silly little messages.

Rin’s was, of course, front and center, her handwriting big, bold, and loud, just like the girl herself was. Kohaku’s messy scrawl was just beneath hers, and she’d spotted a few other birthday wishes from people she knew of, but didn’t talk to that much, probably just sparing a second to write down a quick happy b-day as they passed by.

Seeing Kohaku’s had made her think that maybe someone else had taken the time to write something too, but upon realizing that his name was missing from all the rest, the disappointment had been swift and stinging.

Thinking on it now, however, Izayoi grudgingly admitted that it made sense; being two grades above her, Raiden was in a different part of the school where his own classes were located. She hadn’t seen him all day and didn’t know if he was even here today and if he was, certainly he had no reason to venture this far out of his way just to write a silly little message for a silly little girl with a not so little crush on her birthday.

And why would he, Izayoi thought bitterly, features twisting into a pout as she put in the combination and roughly yanked open her locker door. Probably wants nothing to do with me now, the girl with the crazy overprotective jerkface of a father. Not after Friday.

She knew it wasn’t the end of the world or anything. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that. She was young, blah blah blah.

Didn’t stop it from hurting, though.

Sighing, Izayoi carelessly tossed her bag on top of her texts and her eyes landed on the sleek device sitting quietly on the top shelf. She hesitated for a fleeting moment – it was lunch period so she was allowed to have it – then gave in and reached up to grab it. It was cool against her skin as she brought it down and her face was reflected in the dark, smooth glass of the screen.

Despite her current mood she had to smile a little. She’d found the cell phone in her backpack that morning when exchanging her books for first period and she’d been so surprised she’d nearly dropped it. The note taped to the box it was in had nearly made her cry on the spot, and thinking of it now Izayoi once more felt her throat tighten and her eyes to feel hot.

The note had simply said “Happy birthday, babygirl. Love, Mom and Dad” and it had been in her dad’s handwriting.

She still hadn’t spoken to him since their argument Friday. All weekend she’d actively avoided him and though it was clear her mom disapproved, she hadn’t stopped her either, and Izayoi was grateful. She was still angry, still hurt from what he’d said and done and she wasn’t ready to talk to him yet.

Surprisingly her mom wasn’t trying to play mediator like she usually did, and even more surprisingly, her dad hadn’t tried to approach and talk things over. He was giving her the space she wanted, respecting her silent wish to leave her be until she was ready.

The fact that he was letting her come to him made her feel a guilty, and that just made her feel even worse, and round and round the vicious cycle went.

God. Here it finally was, her thirteen birthday, making her an official teenager, and here she was, absolutely and completely miserable.

Izayoi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and once she felt like she wasn’t about to break apart, she tucked the phone away in the back pocket of her jeans and swung the door to her locker closed.

“Hey, pretty puppy.”

The breath left her lungs in a deep, aggravated sigh and she grumbled, “Leave me alone, Daisuke. I’m in no mood to deal with you right now.” Or ever.

“C’mon,” he crooned and swiftly stepped in front of her when she moved to walk away. “You’re not still mad about what happened, are you? It was an accident.”

Izayoi snorted. “Maybe on your end,” she mumbled under her breath, not really caring if he heard her. Because breaking his nose had definitely not been an accident.

“Look, it’s your birthday, right? So lemme make it up to you. Let’s do something after school, my treat.” He grinned charmingly down at her, probably thinking it was actually going to be that easy.

“No thanks,” Izayoi said and moved to step around him. “Rin and the girls already promised to take me out and I’m doing something with my family afterward.”

Lies, but he didn’t need to know that. Or at least the first part was; she was pretty sure her parents wanted her home at some point so they could have a small celebration with family, cake, and ice cream and embarrass her by singing “happy birthday” horribly off key. And normally that would have appealed to her, but right now all it did was remind her of the plans she used to have today, and her chest ached.

“So they can come with us,” Daisuke said with a shrug, frowning when she went to step around him. Once more he intercepted her, using his longer legs to his advantage. “The more the merrier, right?”

Izayoi set her jaw and pegged him with a peeved glare.

“No,” she said firmly and again went to brush past him, their less than stimulating conversation over as far as she was concerned.

Daisuke darted a hand out and caught her arm, preventing her from leaving.

“Alright, I get it,” he said, ignoring her annoyed growl as she yanked at her arm. He held fast and continued with a smirk, “My pretty puppy’s playing hard to get. Fine, if you won’t go out with me tonight, then go with me to your parents’ Halloween party.”

He paused, and then frowned. “Wait, you can still go with me even though you live there, right—”

“I’m not your anything, Daisuke,” Izayoi hissed, ears pinned against her head and amber eyes snapping fire at him. “Let me go. Now.”

“We can meet somewhere and go together,” he said, completely ignoring her. “It’ll be like a real date.”

Amber eyes narrowed as she said through gritted teeth, “You want me to break your nose again?”

Daisuke blinked and frowned, however he did loosen his hold enough for her to jerk her arm free.

Glowering at him, her patience for his idiocy worn out, she snapped, “I’m not going with you to the party. I’m already going with somebody else.”

As soon as the words left her mouth Izayoi wanted to take them back. Oh, why did I say that? It’s not true. At least, not any more.

Aaaaaaand she wanted to cry again. Great.

Daisuke blinked and he proved that he was capable of feeling more than just arrogance as confusion crossed his features.

“Wait, you are? With who?”

Izayoi merely crossed her arms and looked away. She would have left already, but she knew he would just stop her again so there was no point.

Daisuke’s face darkened and he scowled a little, jealousy flashing in midnight eyes.

“Who the hell is it?” he demanded in a low, dangerous voice, not wanting to believe someone had gotten to his pretty puppy before he did. She was supposed to be with him, dammit!

Izayoi cut her eyes to his briefly and muttered, “None of your business.”

He growled and stepped forward. “Dammit, who—”

“She’s going with me, dickless,” a voice interrupted from behind her and as Daisuke whipped his head up to level a glare at the intruder, Izayoi fought against the urge to weep in relief because one, he had perfect timing, and two, he still wanted to go with her to the party. A part of her also wanted to laugh because he’d called Daisuke dickless, but that was easily suppressed.

Daisuke scoffed and with his attention on the other demon he didn’t notice Izayoi take a step back to put some distance between them.

“You can’t be serious,” the wolf said with a derisive snort and crossed his arms, lifting his chin haughtily as he stared down his nose at the dark-haired dog demon. “It’s you?”

Standing just a few feet away with his arms crossed and an unreadable look on his face, Raiden regarded Daisuke mutely for another minute before crossing the distance between them. With Izayoi’s back facing him he couldn’t see her face but he didn’t need to; her scent told him everything he needed to know.

He purposely positioned himself in front of her and crossed his arms again, unaffected by the snarl Daisuke was currently aiming at him.

“I’m completely serious,” Raiden finally answered and he heard Izayoi inhale sharply behind him. “I’m her date, she’s not available, so you can go now. I can take it from here.”

Then he actually smirked and Izayoi bit back a snicker.

Daisuke snorted again and mirrored the dog demon’s pose, crossing his arms and giving him a once over, his expression suggestion that he was not impressed.

“Please,” he scoffed. “Inuyasha Taisho would chew you up and spit you out barely breathing if a pathetic weakling like you ever came near his precious daughter.” Then he returned the smirk and added, “And you’d go running with your tail between your legs so you can lick your wounded ego.”

Raiden merely cocked a brow and drawled, “And yet, here I am.”

Izayoi slapped hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.

That particular implication wiped the smirk right off of his face and Daisuke scared incredulously at him before narrowing his eyes in disbelief.

“You mean you actually faced off against her old man and came back in one piece?” he asked, the idea clearly ludicrous to him.

Raiden stared at him before slowly looking down at himself, as if to check that he was, indeed, all there.

“Seems like it,” he said and this time had to grin when Izayoi failed that time in smothering her laugh.

Daisuke scowled, not amused by his show of nonchalance and cockiness. He’d had enough of this wise guy and his holier than thou attitude and it was time to end this pointless conversation.

“Listen here, smartass—”

“No, you listen,” Raiden interrupted and Izayoi watched in fascination as his face twisted into scowl, something she’d never seen on him before. “I’ve seen the way you act toward her, like she’s some kind of possession, a thing to claim, and I’m sick of it. She’s not your ‘pretty puppy’ or your anything; she’s Izayoi, she’s cute, funny, smart, and she’s my date, so do both of us a favor and back off, Matsuno. Your advances are clearly unwanted, and maybe you’re too dense to understand that, but I’m more than happy to demonstrate in a much more physical way if you continue to bother her. And by physical I mean my fist to your face, just in case you need that clarification.”

Daisuke surprisingly had nothing to say to that, his face flushed in anger, jaw clenched, and blue eyes swimming with all the loathing he had for the dog demon in front of him. Raiden was unmoved, staring steadily back at him, an unmovable object against an unstoppable force.

Gritting his teeth, the wolf shifted his gaze to the hanyou standing silently behind his advisory, seeking some kind of sing that the dog was wrong, but Izayoi wasn’t even looking at him. Her golden gaze was trained solely on the damned dog and he could have sworn there were goddamn hearts in her eyes.

He blinked and his shoulders slumped in defeat. Well. That was his answer, wasn’t it.

Straightening his back and turning his eyes back toward Raiden, Daisuke set his jaw, glared into eyes that were the weirdest freaking shade of blue-green he’d ever seen, then with a barely perceptible nod, he turned and wordlessly stalked away.

The second he rounded the corner and disappeared from sight, Raiden exhaled loudly and turned around to face the pretty silver-haired hanyou he was starting to develop some serious feelings for. Feelings that he maybe, sort of, wanted to explore, but first he had to get passed the fair lady’s guard and protector.

Easier said than done, as he’d found out first hand, but he was sure as hell going to try.

Realizing that he may have overstepped his boundaries a bit, Raiden grimaced and cautiously peeked at her face. He was met with the smiling countenance of said fair lady, her pretty golden eyes soft, and slowly he relaxed.

“Hi,” he said lamely. You know, like a dumbass.

Her smile widened. “Hi,” she breathed, eyes suspiciously bright. “Thank you. For saying all that. You didn’t have to, and...” she trailed off, shrugging and shifted her gaze to the side, her face flushed.

Raiden frowned. “I did have to,” he said firmly. “Otherwise I don’t think he would have ever left you alone. I’m sorry, I...probably shouldn’t have said some of it—”

“Did you mean it?” she asked him, voice serious, eyes searching his own.

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Her smile was bright and beautiful and, yep he was a goner. Shit.

“Then don’t be sorry. I’m not.”

His eyes widened.

...Oh.

Oh.

Ridiculously Raiden felt his face heat and he coughed into his hand, looking away briefly to regain his bearings.

“Jeez, woman, warn a guy,” he grumbled and was rewarded with her soft giggle. Sneaking a glance, he saw her looking away too, but she was still smiling with a soft blush on her cheeks, and oddly that helped to regain his scattered nerves and he sighed before reaching into his pack pocket to pull out his reason for seeking her out.

“I wanted to give you this,” he stated, holding it out and Izayoi blinked in surprise, her smile never fading as she reached out and took it. “I waited for you at the cafeteria but when you didn’t show, I got worried. Now I’m glad I went looking for you.”

Izayoi turned her smile on him. “Me, too,” she whispered, her gratitude obvious in her eyes and voice.

With a small grin Raiden watched her open the simple card he’d gotten her and had to admit, he was very satisfied with the way her flush deepened and her smile became positively radiant. It wasn’t much, but he’d thought of her when he saw them, and knew he had to get them.

The card read, “Happy birthday, buttercup. —Rai” and tucked inside was an artificial stem of golden buttercup blossoms.

It was so simple, a little cheesy, and Izayoi absolutely adored it.

“I love it,” she said honestly, lifting her golden gaze to meet his own blue-green depths. “Thank you so much, Raiden. It...it means a lot.”

Raiden grinned and innocently turned his head, lifting a hand to not so subtly scratch his cheek as he rolled his eyes heavenward, waiting.

Izayoi immediately caught on and laughing, strangely not at all shy or embarrassed, she stepped in close and leaned up to brush a kiss across his cheek. When she leaned back he was as smug as can be with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face and once more she had to laugh. What a goober!

“Score,” he said proudly, taking the fake flower from her hand and carefully tucking it behind her ear.

The soft flesh flicked against his fingers and he had the insane urge to grab the appendage to see how soft it really was, but he refrained and dropped his hand, admiring the splash of golden color amidst the sterling silver of her hair.

When he flicked his gaze back to her face, he was amused to see that it had gone red again and her bright amber eyes were wide as she gazed at him. Her fingers brushed the delicate faux petals and her pleasure from the simple act was obvious in her brilliant smile.

Raiden was momentarily struck stupid but got ahold of himself quickly and stepped back to give her some space. He tried not to read too much into the flash of disappointment he saw on her face before it disappeared.

“So, uh,” he said, clearing his throat. “We’re still on, right? For the party I mean.” He gave an easy smile and shoved his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed.

The happiest she’d been all day, Izayoi eagerly nodded, relieved that he still wanted to go with her.

“Definitely!” she answered and then suddenly remembered the phone in her back pocket and with a little sound of exclamation, Izayoi reached back to fish it out and proudly present it to him.

“And look!” she gushed, grinning as she woke up the screen. “Birthday present from my parents. I found it this morning in my bag, those sneaks.”

Raiden positively lit up and he took it from her, unlocking the screen and nodding in approval.

“Wicked,” he praised, going into her message app. “I’m sending myself a message so I can have your number.” He paused and glanced at her. “If...that’s okay—”

“Yes!” Izayoi immediately answered, then blushed at her enthusiasm and cleared her throat. “Um, yeah. That’s fine.” She smiled and tried to act cool.

He grinned, secretly pleased and shot himself a quick text with the peace sign emoji. He politely didn’t mention the heart eyes emoji next to his contact info as he handed the mobile back, trying not to smirk proudly.

Izayoi secured her new phone back into her pocket and beamed at him, clasping her hands behind her back.

“So we’re still going to the store after school, right? I’ve been browsing the website and I think I have a few ideas,” she stated, bounding a little on the balls of her feet in excitement. She suddenly couldn’t wait for Halloween!

The grimace that crossed Raiden’s face, however, was not encouraging and Izayoi blinked, her brow furrowing slightly. His next words had a ball of dread forming in her stomach and her ears wilted atop her head.

“Listen, buttercup,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking to the side. “I don’t think that’d be such a good idea after...well. You know.” He shrugged and dared a peek at her face. Her completely dejected expression threw him for a loop and his eyes widened in horror.

“Oh,” she whispered, biting down on her lip and blinking rapidly to stave off the tears. She’d thought...did he change his mind? Did he not really...want to be with her...?

“Wait,” Raiden said suddenly, urgently, and his hands landed on her shoulders, prompting to her lift her wide-eyed gaze. “Hear me out, okay?”

Swallowing thickly, Izayoi nodded, desperately hoping she was wrong.

Squeezing her shoulders, Raiden began, “Rin told me about the blow out you had with your dad after I left Friday and I feel...well, I feel pretty damn horrible about it.”

Izayoi winced and looked to the side. With a wry smile, he continued, “It’s my fault you got into an argument, and I wouldn’t feel right whiling you away to look at costumes while you guys are at such odds with each other. I think you should go home and talk this out with him, buttercup. I don’t want to be the cause of a rift between you two. Family is important, and if we...well.”

He cleared his throat and flushed slightly. “If things...uh, go any further and your dad doesn’t trust me, I don’t want you to have to choose between them or me. Because it should always be them, buttercup. So before we go gallivanting off into the sunset”—he was rewarded with a watery giggle at that and he grinned—“I need you to make up with your old man so you can stop him from ‘chewing me up and spitting me out’ when I come face to face with him again. I sorta like all my limbs attached to my body, you know.”

Izayoi released another wispy laugh and wiped at her eyes, heaving a sigh. He was right. Of course he was right. And anyway it wasn’t like she didn’t want to make up with her dad. It had been eating at her all day and the phone was a burning reminder of it. She needed to stop being a baby and make things right. He’d already demonstrated that he wasn’t going to start anything, so it had to be her, didn’t it? Just like she wanted.

Ugh. Easier said than done.

“Okay,” Izayoi agreed at length, nodding and offering a small but genuine smile. “I will. But...tomorrow, though?”

Golden eyes, like rich honey, pleaded with him and damn, how could he possibly say no to that?

Expression softening, Raiden grinned and couldn’t stop himself from gently tugging on a lock of sterling hair.

“Tomorrow,” he promised. “And I’m already looking forward to it.”

Izayoi’s smile was genuine, her eyes were soft, and her voice was fond as she replied, “Me too.”

Nodding in satisfaction, Raiden dropped his hand only to wrap his arm around her shoulders and steered her down the hallway. Izayoi blushed but leaned into him. Damn, she was cute.

“So,” he said conversationally as he lead her toward the cafeteria. He glanced down at her with a cheeky grin and asked, “Did you really break his nose?”

“Ohmigawd,” Izayoi groaned as she buried her face in her hands while Raiden, the brat, threw his head back and cackled gleefully.

#possession #spooktober prompts #day 25 #oneshot #izayoi #raiden #daisuke #keizfanfiction #fanfiction

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cherriebomb · 4 years

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Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

definitely ava. kris never raises her voice ———— that was a huge thing instilled in her by her mom.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

ava.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

kris. girl can only take so much of ava’s shit. < 3

Who trashes the house?

ava oh my god. kris would’ve had her ass whooped for throwing a fit as a kid, and so she’d definitely not do that as an adult. maybe if it’s like, the worst day of her life, but not likely.

Do either of them get physical?

????

How often do they argue/disagree?

i don’t think that often. kris hates upsetting ava, and she’s usually flexible enough to go with whatever ava wants in order to placate her. the being in love with her thing will def be a fight though ...

Who is the first to apologise?

kris. almost always.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?

kris would definitely want kids, but i don’t actually think i know ava’s stance on kids.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have?

kris would want two, because she wouldn’t want anyone to develop middle child syndrome.

Who is the favorite parent? Who is the authoritative parent?

ava’s the favorite, kris is the authoritative one.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?

ava for sure.

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?

ava.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?

kris would be at every one, but i think ava would also try to be there as often as she could? i don’t really see her being the fuck yo shit type of parent.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews?

kris goes and drags ava with her. teachers always tell kris that they really “see where the spirit comes from.”

Who changes the diapers?

kris.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?

kris but she’d make ava do it every once in a while, usually when kris was actually able to sleep.

Who spends the most time with the children?

they both would definitely try to spend an equal amount of time with the kid(s).

Who packs their lunch boxes?

kris. ava always gives them five dollars and tells them “go nuts!”

Who gives their children ‘the talk’?

THEY BOTH DO kris would absolutely not let ava get out of that.

Who cleans up after the kids?

kris cleans up after the kids and ava.

Who worries the most?

kris. ava worries about which kid will be the star wars fan.

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

ava. kris gets mad every time she swears around the kids.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Who is the little spoon?

they both like to cuddle! though kris will definitely have times where she needs space and doesn’t want to be touched. and they probably take turns because that’s kinda soft.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

ava because she’s a brat.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

they both do. they were already touchy before and having that person as free territory? i have zero faith in them.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

kris can handle physical affection in waves, and while it’s easier with ava it’s still only about twenty to thirty minutes, at most. sleeping at night is different, because she’s not as aware of it.

Who gives the most kisses?

i think they probably like. douse one another in kisses, but kris would probably look for any reason to kiss ava so i’d say her.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

holding hands. for sure.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?

the bed, i think? i feel like that’s the most common cuddle location and also the most accessible for them for as long as they’ve been friends. probably couches but since they’re now in college ...

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?

ava because she’s a brat.

How often do they get time to themselves?

often, at least when they’re living together.

Sleeping:

Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest?

i bet ava snores. kris does not, though.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

i think that once they’re together, they share the bed a LOT. and when they aren’t, i think they share the bed when one of them has a nightmare.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

they cuddle, regardless of if they’re dating or not.

Who talks in their sleep?

ava.

What do they wear to bed?

clothes, bitch. but nah, i bet ava wears a big t - shirt and boxers, and kris wears those cute little pj sets they sell at like, pink or aerie.

Are either of your muses insomniacs?

kris is, actually.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

yep!

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

oh, they’re 100% tangled up in one another once they’re together, as long as kris is comfortable. before they’re together, though, it’s probably side by side, holding hands, and then they wake up cuddling.

Who wakes up with bed hair?

ava. kris wakes up looking like a model, of course.

Who wakes up first?

kris. she wakes up at 8:30 every day.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

so, i think they both would, because ava’s soft and gay even if she doesn’t KNOW it, and kris would just like spoiling ava.

What is their favourite sleeping position?

kris likes it when her head is on ava’s chest, or when ava’s arms are around her, because it feels like home.

Who hogs the sheets?

ava, because she’s a brat.

Do they set an alarm each night?

kris does, and she reminds ava to set one too.

Can a television be found in their bedroom?

probably, but kris never lets ava use it if kris is in bed.

Who has nightmares?

kris. i’m not sure with ava, tbh.

Who has ridiculous dreams?

ava, probably. kris’ are usually just kinda gay.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

ava, because she’s a BRAT.

Who makes the bed?

kris, because she’s the mom - friend.

What time is bed time?

kris goes to bed at 12:30 at the latest every night. ava probably stays up until 3 playing video games or something.

Any routines/rituals before bed?

kris will wash her face, brush her teeth, make her lunch for work and prep coffee, then give ava a kiss and go to bed. she did the same thing before they got together, too, but instead of kissing her she booped her nose.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

ava.

Work:

Who is the busiest?

kris, for sure. she’s constantly doing things because babygirl can’t keep still.

Who rakes in the highest income?

kris because she actually KNOWS what she wants to do. <3

Are any of your muses unemployed?

both.

Who takes the most sick days?

ava.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

ava.

Who sucks up to their boss?

kris.

What are their jobs?

they’re both unemployed. losersssss.

Who stresses the most?

probably kris because she’s kind of high - strung.

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

bro.

Are your muses financially stable?

kris is rich and if kai and odette are paying for ava to go to college i think she’s gucci.

Home:

Who does the washing?

kris.

Who takes out the trash?

kris makes ava do it because it makes her gag.

Who does the ironing?

kris. does ava even know how to use one?

Who does the cooking?

kris.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

ava. kris tried to teach her to cook once and they ended up getting takeout.

Who is messier?

ava.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?

ava. she probably pulls it out and then just forgets.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

ava.

Who forgets to flush the toilet?

ava, but only when she’s drunk.

Who is the prankster around the house?

ava.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

ava. kris probably found them and hides them from ava to see how long she can keep pretending she knows where they are.

Who mows the lawn?

neither of them. since they are in COLLEGE. but if they weren’t kris would just hire someone.

Who answers the telephone?

kris, even though she hates it.

Who does the vacuuming?

kris.

Who does the groceries?

probably kris.

Who takes the longest to shower?

kris takes an hour at least, and i bet ava tries to take just as long out of pure competition.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

kris.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?

not for kris, and she wouldn’t let it be an issue for ava if she could help it.

How many cars do they own?

kris has one.

Do they own their home or do they rent?

right now they’re in college, but in the future they’d own it.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

if i remember correctly, sheffield isn’t near the coast, so countryside?

Do they live in the city or in the country?

again, i’m guessing country?

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

kris likes them, but i actually don’t know if ava likes or hates where they live.

What’s their song?

midnight love by girl in red or wish you were sober by conan gray. but kris would make ava a playlist and the first song on the playlist would be lucky by chelsea cutler.

What do they do when they’re away from each other

kris is pouty and sends ava about a million texts, at least once they’re together. before that, though, she’s just pouty and maybe a tiny bit bitchy.

Where did they first meet?

on the playground, a few days after ava moved to sheffield.

How did they first meet?

kris fell off the monkey bars and landed on ava. oops.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

kris.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

unfortunately, probably kris.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

ava, for sure.

Any mental issues?

i don’t remember what’s been said for ava, but kris has anxiety, adhd, ocd, and an undiagnosed ed with some control issues.

Who’s terrified of bugs?

kris.

Who kills the spiders around the house?

kris makes ava do it, even if ava doesn’t want to.

Their favourite place?

in high school, it was the playground and 7/11. in college it’s probably their room, or the roof of their building, because i bet ava would find a way to get up there after kris said she missed stargazing.

Who pays the bills?

they don’t pay bills they’re children. but it’d probably be kris.

Do they have any fears for their future?

oh, for sure. kris is scared of the future, a little bit.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

probably, after kris off - handedly mentions it.

Who uses up all of the hot water?

kris. definitely kris.

Who’s the tallest?

kris, and she likes heeled shoes so she’s even taller.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

ava, i bet.

Who wanders around in their underwear?

kris because she’s a little bit of a tease.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

kris, and thank god she can carry a tune because she’s obnoxious about it.

What do they tease each other about?

ava teases kris about being perfect, and kris pretends to forget the difference between star wars and star trek and other nerd shit.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

kris, because she actually has a sense of style. <3

Do they have mutual friends?

yes his name is casper and he’s a dummy.

Who crushed first?

kris baby! she’s not a simp though don’t even think about it.

Any alcohol or substance related problems?

kris probably drinks a little too much sometimes, and she has a very minor addiction to adderall, but i don’t think ava would have any?

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

my guess is ava? kris would usually just get drunk at home, and she’d definitely be home before 3am.

Who swears the most?

ava, definitely.

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papirouge · 4 years

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Just saw a post calling out Leonardo di Caprio and his obsession with dating women young enough to be his own damn daughters and -as expected- you had creeps whining "UGH JUST MIND YOUR BUSINESS!! HOW DARE YOU COMMENTING PPL'S PRIVATE LIFE!! STOP INFANTILIZING GROWN WOMEN" (and let's no forget the sugar babygirls with blatant daddy issues saying stuff like "I would date someone the age of my dad, so what?" 💅🏻🤡 smh) and it got me thinking: that's.not.the.actual.point? 🤔

Freedom ≠ Morality

People are just so obsessed with freedom they can't possibly think that stuff they're legally allowed to do ain't morally right or flat out (psychologically) damaging.

In my country, my grown adult self could legally have sex with a 14 y.o kid but it would never cross my mind because I'm a normal human being. And yet, you have literally white collars fapping on CHILDREN getting raped on Pornhub because that's legal. See this issue?

Freedom is an open gate to dehumanization.

I can't possibly think about a functioning society where were not allowed to question people and their life choices because it's legal. All our life long we're being corrected for behaving in a way that might damage people regardless of legalism.

Idk what anyone think : middle-aged men obsessively grooming & dating barely legal women ARE creepy, and this type of relationship inherently and objectively unbalanced. Anyone being butthurt mad by this statement need to check themselves and ask why they feel so offended.

It's not infantilizing : people's brain doesn't stop growing up until 26 y.o - at 22 y.o you're still clueless about much more things you actually think of. The maturity and biologic dynamic of dating someone the age of your dad is absolutely flawed (imagine making a child with a middle-aged man who'll be 60+ y.o when your kid hits uni...).

I wish more people would be more conscious that the aim of those old men dating young girls is their emotional vulnerability and relative inexperience that make molding them as they want much easier. I remember that Tumblr post with kids from couples with huge age gap telling how messed up their parents' relationship was. There was one whose father literally molded their mom he married when she was like...16 and him in his late twenties/early 30s, to be a submissive housewife relying on him for any decision BECAUSE she got married so young she didn't get the proper time to develop her own personality before dating him...

IDC what any man can argue about it. Yall ain't slick. You being so butthurt angry against mature women calling you out on your sh*t SHOWS. Stop hiding behind your freedom because we all know those laws you're desperately relying on are written by equally morally & sexually corrupted men as you.

Yall of the same brood of vipers.

#papi truths

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spacedefenders · 7 years

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MEMES CAUSE I HAD A SHIT DAY

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Kenna & Tycen Verse: Saving Grace

where was their first date ?: when they were in London they ordered roomservice and had a “date” in her hotel room, though I can imagine Tycen telling her that it didn’t actually count as a date because he wanted to take her out out. what my muse would do to cheer your’s up ?: she would dress up and drag him out of the house and go on a date night with him. and if he was really having a rough day she’d take the twins out of the house and tell gage to pick up beer and go over, she knows he needs a break sometimes. who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: Both do, Tycen probably kisses all over while she focuses more “sensitive” areas who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: neither, they’re not dumb enough to do that to the other how my muse would wake your’s up ?: it really depends on the stage in their relationship, when they were trying to be cute for one another she’d cuddle up against him and kiss him until he wakes up. when there is screaming children involved she probably kicks him or gives him a shove. who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: Tycen who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: probably kenna?? who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: Honestly I think Kenna would have. I see her getting mad at him about Skyler and her saying something to the effects of “it’s not fun to think about the man you’re in love with, with another woman.” She didn’t mean to blurt that she was in love with him. who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?: Tycen, Kenna is certainly not the fighting type. In fact, Kenna probably sometimes tries to start things because she likes to see him jealous. who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: Tycen, and a dog. who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: Kenna. who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Tycen. who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: Tycen what is their shared, favourite kink ?: Cliche as it is, the whole daddy and babygirl thing, when Tycen calls her babygirl she melts. describe their typical kiss: again it depends on the stage in their relationship, in the beginning it was all about passion and wanting the other person right then and there, as the twins came along it was about getting a kiss in, they were quicker and sweeter, but when they did have the time to themselves they were even more passionate and they kissed harder than before. how my muse shows their love for your’s: The hardest thing for Kenna to do is to open up to Tycen and I think the greatest way that she shows her love for him is when she does open up to him, as weird as it is especially when she cries in front of him. she is not one to cry and if she does cry infront of someone that means she is 100% comfortable around them. Another way she’d show her love is little things, like taking care of him, bringing him lunch at the studio, waching a football or baseball game with him, laying with him while he watches the game, their favourite ways to give affection: Kenna is what I refer to as a “leaner”, she will lean on or against Tycen almost in a hug, its how she keeps him close to her. She likes to always have a hand on him somehow, she likes the physical contact. If they’re in a meeting she has her hand on his thigh, if they’re out together she has her arm around him or is in his lap. Its allll about contact for her. who is more dominate ?: In bed Tycen, Out of bed Kenna who sings in the shower ?: Tycen who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Kenna who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: Tycen, he’d just hop in unannounced “they’re napping, lets go” who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: Kenna. who has the weirder taste in music ?: Kenna who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Tycen. who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: Kenna is definitely the one who pushes marriage. She thinks its normal and she wants a normal aspect to their lives, she wants a wedding and to have his last name. what would they name their children ?: Cooper Joel Hunt (Joel after Kenna’s father) and Charlotte Kimberly Hunt (Kimberly after Tycen’s mom) who would their children take after more ?: I remember discussing once a long time ago that the twins would end up resembling Kenna more, especailly Charlotte. I think Cooper would look like Tycen though, and when they were younger they had lighter hair like Tycen. Personality wise though, Cooper definitely takes after Tycen in the way he composes himself, he’s a gentle spirit. Charlotte is more of her mother in her attitude and how she carries herself but is stubborn and takes on too much like her dad.

Jaxon & Serena Verse: Yours From The Start

where was their first date ?: Jax took her to the fanciest most romantic restaurant in town once they made it official. He brought her flowers, picked her up, pulled out her chair. the whole ten yards. what my muse would do to cheer your’s up ?: not be an ass??? he would bring her surprises, flowers, chocolate, bring home her favorite ice cream or wine. and if he really wanted to cheer her up he’d come home from work early or take a day off and spend it at home. who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: Serena, Jax is all about his sleep and he’s definitely the heavier sleeper of the two. She probably peppers his face with kisses until he stirs and wakes enough to kiss her back. who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: Oh jax, he’s just like that. especially if she annoyed him prior how my muse would wake your’s up ?: it really depends on the stage in their relationship, no babies equal possible breakfast in bed or a big strong cuddle with a hard kiss to the cheek, with babies equal a light shove and a grunt. (but if jax wanted to apologize kind of he’d let her sleep in and wouldn’t wake her) who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: Serena, especially if he annoyed her prior who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: Jaxon, confiscates their kids weed and decides to make brownies. Serena loves the idea. who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: Jaxon, and I know when, after he finds out about Serena being pregnant he kinda freaks out and doesn’t know what to do but after a particularly long and dangerous day at work he thinks about her and the baby and goes back to apologize and tells her how he wants to be there for her and their baby because he knows he couldn’t live without her and he knows he’s going to love the baby because he is so in love with Serena. who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?: Oh absolutely Jaxon. Jaxon would hit someone if they even just slightly insulted Serena. who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: They both have their own pets. But in later years I feel Serena would ask for another dog before Jax would. who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: Serena??? who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Serena who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: Serena what is their shared, favourite kink ?: Probably roughness or a little BDSM, they both like restraints. describe their typical kiss: again it depends on the stage in their relationship, when there is no kids and they have the time they’re very in love with each other and their kisses show that (lots of holding the other). when there are kids around and they’re running short on time they just give a quick kiss, sometimes not even on the lips. how my muse shows their love for your’s: its as simple as not being a dick. when jax stops dicking around and acts serious for her its the main way he shows he loves her because it means he’s being attentive and listening to her. their favourite ways to give affection: Jax is all about contact as well. He likes having an arm around her, and he like top of the head kisses. And if he’s standing behind her he gives her little back rubs. who is more dominate ?: Jaxon who sings in the shower ?: Serena who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Serena who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: Serena?? Although I feel that Jax always showers before and after work and thats always SUPER early or SUPER late who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: Both. oh hella both of them. who has the weirder taste in music ?: Jaxon who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Serena. who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: Jaxon would propose without needing suggestion but once they’re engaged he’s in no rush to actually tie the knot so Serena is definitely the one prodding him along. But I think that once it hits a certain point she just straight up tells him “listen ass, we’re getting married whether you want to or not. just be there on time.” what would they name their children ?: Carli Sophia Grace (i think that was her middle name) and Hunter Ian Parks (Hunter like Serena’s maiden name Hunt and Ian after Jax’s middle name and his father) who would their children take after more ?: Carli looks like a mixture of both of them but probably resembles Jax just a tad more, I know she has his eyes. Hunter probably looks a lot like Jax but he has his moms smile and I know Jax comments on that a lot. Temperment wise, Carli is a whole new game, she has Serena’s old personality with the “me now” mentality but she has Jax’s air of superiority. However, deep down she is probably more caring than both parents combined. Hunter is Jax in the sense that he feels he needs to be the man and take care of everyone but he’s like his mother in the sense that he isn’t afraid to love people.

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