#even if I were under 18 I’m here w my parent who is buying it for me

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Lol my mum couldn’t buy me a drink at the pub bc I didn’t have id. Girl who cares

#even if I were under 18 I’m here w my parent who is buying it for me #it being one pint of cider…. girl #what is this? America? 1984? #to be clear this is hyperbole for comedic effect but like #we used to be a proper country #misc

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summary: eating dinner with your parents and seungmin should not be this hard. maybe you’re just giddy to see your folks again or maybe it’ s because your panties are vibrating. 

pairing: kim seungmin x female reader 

word count: 4.9k 

genre: smut/ pwp and fluff 

smut warning: edging, slight degradation (use of the words slut and whore), use of sex toy, semi-public, softdom!seungmin 

tagged: @moonlit-lixie @lilixeu @meow-minho​

based on this request. this work is also a way of thanking everyone who followed my blog! happy 100 followers to me HAHAHA all jokes aside, thank you so much for the support. i hope to continue putting out work y’all enjoy, and most importantly, i enjoy. again, thank you, from the bottom of my heart!! <3

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--UNEDITED-- “alright, thanks!” seungmin calls out to the delivery man, hands filled with a package he was waiting weeks for. he was supposed to gift it to you last valentines, but it didn’t arrive in time. now he’s sat in his apartment, wondering what the hell to do with the pair of vibrating panties placed carefully inside the box on his lap. on his bedside table, his phone rings. he reaches over to grab it before pressing the accept button.

“yeah?” seungmin answers. he hears you giggle in response and his heart skips a beat. his eyes travel to the box, wondering when and where he’ll be able to give it to you. there was no special occasion coming up and if he gave it to you randomly, wouldn’t it be weird?

“hey baby,” you greet, “are you busy this saturday?”

seungmin raises an eyebrow as he opens his mouth to speak, “no, babe. what’s up?” he removes the box off of his lap, setting it down beside him on the bed.

“my parents are inviting us for dinner, so i was wondering if you were free.” seungmin’s eyes widen at your words and he looks up at the ceiling, wondering if the gods above heard of his predicament. this couldn’t have come at a better time. he clears his throat before answering.

“of course, i’m free. if mr. and mrs. y/l/n want to see us, then you bet we’re going.”

that saturday night, seungmin retrieves the unopened box from his closet, placing it on top of his bed before opening it. he chuckles to himself as he lays the matching black lace undergarments on his bed. it looked beautiful like this, what more on you? he buries his face in his hands as a blush creeps up on his cheeks. this was new and something the both of you were definitely not used to. you two had talked about incorporating sex toys in your sex life, but no one really took the initiative.

until tonight.

though the undergarments looked heavenly to take off later, the main attraction was the pair of panties.

when seungmin decided to buy you a pair of vibrating panties, he never thought it would be this hard to set up. seungmin always thought that he just had to press a button and it would work, but it turns out that he had to charge the slim, vulva-shaped vibrator that’ll be placed inside the panties. not only that, he had to figure out how to put the vibrator in without worrying that it’ll potentially fall out. it takes him 10 minutes to realize that there is a small pouch in the crotch area of the underwear where he could slip the vibrator in. ah, he thought, that’s where the vibrations come from. seungmin hums to himself when he turns the device on using the remote, buzzing bouncing off of the underwear.

seungmin takes his time to admire the pair of panties as it buzzed. the vibrator was thin enough that it didn’t bulge out of the panties or make it too bulky. the buzzing wasn’t as loud as he thought it would be and that was a good sign. this was your first time with a sex toy and he didn’t want it to be traumatic. most importantly, seungmin didn’t really want your parents to know that he, your boyfriend, bought you a pair of underwear with the thought of using it to get you off in public. he exhales through his nose as he turns the vibrator off.

seungmin folds the undergarments as best as he could and puts it back in its box. he was nervous, but he knows that tonight will be anything but normal. he’ll make sure that it’ll be a night both of you won’t forget. he inserts the box in a small paper bag before making his way out of his apartment. while seungmin drives to your apartment, he busies himself with thoughts of anything else that doesn’t involve his plans for tonight.

you, on the other hand, are busying yourself with making sure you looked good for tonight’s dinner with your parents. you haven’t seen them in so long and you wanted to let them know you’ve been taking care of yourself. of course, there’s also the thought of looking presentable for seungmin, but you know he’ll love whatever you’ll come out in. you didn’t know how long you’ve been standing in front of your closet until you hear a knock on your front door. you groan softly as you make your way to it.

the door opens and seungmin is greeted by the sight of you still in your pajamas. he tilts his head, eyebrows slightly raised. you twirl around playfully.

“you like my outfit, babe?” seungmin shakes his head as he chuckles, stepping inside the apartment and closing the front door behind him. of course he does, no matter how simple and domestic it looked. it wasn’t the outfit he was expecting that you’ll be wearing to dinner, though.

“yep,” he hums as he tries to ignore how heavy the box of vibrating panties is getting in the paper bag, “i’m sure your parents will love it, as well.” it wasn’t the time to get cold feet, not when he’s standing in front of you. he puts the paper bag behind him as he watches you scoff at his remark and make your way back into your bedroom.

“give me a few minutes,” you call out, “i’m going to shower, then we’re out.” seungmin waits for you to close the bedroom door before releasing a breath he didn’t know he was even holding. after a few minutes of pacing around in the living room, he walks to your bedroom, opening the door as quietly as possible. the shower was still running, so it was the only time he can sneak in his gift for you. before you could get out of the shower, seungmin removes the undergarments from the box and unfolds it to put on the bed. he tilts his head to look at his work, nodding after as he reaches out to your bedside table to grab a piece of paper.

“wear this tonight, baby.” seungmin writes. he leaves the piece of paper beside the undergarments before walking out of the bedroom to go to the living room, where he’ll be thinking of his life decisions until you come out again. it doesn’t help that his pants are starting to tent at the thought of you wearing the lingerie he bought for you. seungmin bites his lip when his back makes contact with the couch.

you’re humming a tune to yourself when you walk out of the bathroom. something on your bed catches your eye as you’re making your way to your closet. you gasp when you realize what it was. seungmin bought you a matching set of lace lingerie. you run your hand down the fabric, cheeks heating up as your eyes catch the note he left beside the undergarments.

you lift the bra up by its straps, giggling when you notice that seungmin bought you the right size. he took off tons of your bras before, surely he’ll memorize the size written on the tag of the bra. you remove the towel wrapped around your torso before putting the bra on. it hugged your upper torso perfectly and it held your breasts in place just right. you grabbed the pair of panties, slipping them on. it somehow felt heavier, but maybe it was just the weight of the fabric. you ignore the thought popping up in your head because seungmin couldn’t have, right?

right?

seungmin jumps slightly when he hears the bedroom door open again. the tent in his pants have long disappeared as anxiety took over his brain earlier. to say that he was nervous was an understatement. his eyes take in your figure as you walk over to him, your off-shoulder dress hugging the curves of your body just the way you knew he liked. it wasn’t too revealing and something he could bear throughout the entirety of the dinner. thank god. but one thought stood in his mess of a brain, were you wearing it?

“you really bought me lingerie?” you ask and seungmin nods sheepishly, a hand coming up to the back of his neck. “i like them, they look nice.”

seungmin nods, heart pounding in his chest as he realizes you didn’t know what you were actually wearing. you start walking over to him with a smile and that’s when seungmin decides it’s a great time to let you feel what it is he bought.

you squeal when you feel the soft vibrations between your thighs, legs instinctively closing together as you hunch over to grip the couch. you look up at seungmin, slightly glaring at him when you finally comprehend the situation. your previous thought of seungmin not being able to purchase sex toys? vanished, gone with the wind.

seungmin laughs at your reaction as he moves in closer to you to hold your hand. he was no longer nervous because you seemed to be enjoying it, judging from the way your body reacted with every vibration flowing through you. he watches you as you bite your lip.

“do you like your surprise, sweetheart?” you gasp when he increases the vibrations, squeezing his hand as you struggle not to moan. seungmin puts a finger under your chin, lifting it up so your eyes meet. you look into his eyes, trying to find some sort of answer for why he was doing this to you, minutes from the dinner with your parents. the people who raised you, the people who saw you grow up. he blinks.

“speak when spoken to, babe.”

you inhale sharply before saying, “yes, i do.” seungmin smiles at your response as he steps away from you. you were going crazy, but at least he decreased the speed. you couldn’t believe he actually pushed through with the idea of bringing in sex toys in your sex life. it wasn’t a bad thing, you just didn’t expect he’d be the first one to initiate it.

“here’s what we’re going to do tonight, baby,” he starts, bringing forward the hand that was behind his back, remote in hand, “you’re going to wear this to dinner and i will not hear a moan,” seungmin moves torturously close to you and his fingertips graze your collarbone, “a whimper, or even begging from you. you will continue on with dinner as calmly as possible.”

“you’re my whore,” you moan softly at his words, watching as his finger hovered over the increase button, “but, we don’t want your parents knowing, hm?” you shake your head immediately and he hums in approval. you squeeze your legs together as the soft vibrations continued their assault on your clit and on your folds.

“good,” seungmin whispers, turning the vibrator off completely. you almost whine at the lack of movement between your thighs, but you knew better than to complain. you straighten your back and clear your throat to bring yourself back to the present. your head was already a mess and this was only the start of what he was planning. seungmin grins, handing out his other hand as the other pockets the remote.

“you ready to go?” you roll your eyes at how upbeat he was. it’s like he didn’t tease you earlier. you nod, nonetheless, thanking him when he opens the front door for you.

thankfully, the car ride to your parents was smooth. seungmin didn’t turn the device on at all and you were thankful because you would have came more than once in the passenger seat. it scared you, however, because that would only mean that he’ll be turning it on during dinner, during conversation. you almost didn’t want to step out of the car, but here you were, standing in front of your parents’ house and waiting for them to answer the door.

“y/n and seungmin!” your father greets as the door opens. seungmin, the bastard he is, turns the vibrator on its lowest setting when you lean in to give your father a hug. behind you, seungmin swallows as he notices your legs trying to squeeze themselves together. only the two of you knew what was happening and that makes the whole situation hotter than he could have ever imagined. both of you can get caught any moment, but it doesn’t really affect his decision when he increases the speed slightly as you hug your mother.

“come in, come in!” your mother smiles, motioning for the both of you to come inside. your legs are already feeling weak, the vibrations continuing on your folds and on your clit. seungmin’s right beside you, putting an arm around you to support you as you both walked in your parents’ house, the house you’re about to desecrate even if you’re just going to be sitting at the dining table. you face turns red at the thought and it turns redder when seungmin leans in to whisper.

“remember what i said earlier, baby. be a good girl.”

“the food’s not yet done cooking, but please,” your mother hums as she walks into the kitchen, “make yourselves at home!” you smile at her to try and get rid of the redness on your face. you decide to sit down on the living room couch as the scent of your dinner flows through the room. you weren’t hungry for that, anyway. you were merely after some sort of release and you knew that will satisfy all your needs tonight.

but this night has only just begun and you knew you were going to be screwed by the end of it, both literally and figuratively.

sitting down while the vibrator was on proved to be a bad idea as it presses on your clit twice as stronger. you grip seungmin’s knee when he sits down beside you and he doesn’t give you as much as a glance and you notice his hand is in his pocket. before you knew it, the vibrations have increased. you lean back to rest your back on the couch, but it doesn’t help either. the angle only doubles the pressure, hitting your nub in the most perfect of ways. you scream internally when your father stands in front of the couch, a glass in hand.

“was the ride here okay? traffic’s been awfully bad today,” you father mentions before taking a sip of his drink.

“yes, thankfully it was, sir. the road’s have cleared up when we left her apartment,”seungmin grins, turning to look at you as you struggled to keep your composure. “but traffic has always been a problem here, so i guess it’s expected.”

your father nods, eyes glancing at how stiff you were. nevertheless, he opens his mouth again to say, “i think the construction of the new shopping center is causi—“ his words enter one of your ears and exits the other.

you’ve always known how much your father excelled in talking about the most mundane of things, but it was only tonight that you realized that he went on so many tangents that the main subject of the conversation seemingly just vanishes into thin air. it’s a talent, you think, how he bounces off of one topic to another. in other days, you would appreciate it, but right now? your pussy was throbbing along with the vibrations of your panties. you wanted nothing more than to end this conversation.

“—y/n?” your father takes you out of your trance and you smile, even though your body has become uncomfortably hot and your pussy is dripping your juices onto the fabric.

“yes?”

“you’ve been awfully quiet, are you alright?” you nod immediately in response, grip on seungmin’s knee tightening as he increases the speed again. you hiss softly and seungmin covers it up with a cough.

“of course, i am,” you answer, shifting in your seat to adjust yourself and hopefully lessen the pressure on your clit. “why wouldn’t i be?” seungmin ups the speed again and you fight the urge to hunch over or even squeeze your legs together as you feel your first orgasm creeping up. you close your eyes as you take a sharp inhale.

before your father could reply or even say anything about how weird you were acting, you hear your mother calling him over to the kitchen to help her set the table. your father mumbles a quick sorry to seungmin, stating that they’ll continue the conversation in a while. seungmin grins as he nods. he turns to you after forever, gaze burning your skin.

“what was that?” he whispers harshly. you throw your head back, lower lip bit to keep yourself from moaning. “i thought i told you to be a good girl.” you scoff at his words as your chest starts to heave. god, you were so near and if seungmin keeps this up, you’ll—

and as fast as your orgasm was approaching, the vibrations are gone. you lift your head up in surprise, your grip on seungmin’s knee loosening. little did you know that this will be the first of many stolen orgasms from you. before you could reprimand him, he leans in close to you.

“such a slut, hm? so eager to cum so quickly,” you shiver as you hear a growl in his words. you straighten your dress as you try to bring yourself back to reality. your pussy was absolutely soaked, throbbing with no abandon and you wanted nothing more than to cum.

“there are consequences for the actions you choose to take, sweetheart.”

you hear your mother’s voice calling out for the both of you, saying that the dinner’s ready. seungmin’s the first to stand, holding out a hand for you to support you as you stand. your legs fail on you as you stumble into him once you’re off the couch. before you could recover, seungmin pulls you into his chest, whispering, “be a good girl and you’ll get to cum however many times you want.”

you swallow, nodding as he leads you into the kitchen. you give your parents the sweetest smile you could muster up, thanking seungmin as he pulls out the dining chair for you. such a gentleman, even if he’s got you wrapped around his finger. you sit beside him, but before your ass even hits the seat, the vibrations are back up again and even though they’re in the lowest setting, the knot in your stomach threatens to come back as quickly as it disappeared earlier. you clear your throat as you push the dining chair in towards the dining table.

seungmin keeps the vibrations at its lowest as he and your father talk about whatever it was they found fascinating earlier. he increases the speed once all the attention turns to you in the middle of the meal.

“so, how’s school, my love?” your mother starts, “college must be stressful this time of the year.” you nod in response, your brain failing to make up words as it focused on the vibrations all over your cunt.

“it could be worse,” you manage to say, grabbing a mouthful of food to shove into your mouth to prevent further conversation. seungmin increases the speed of the vibrator and you almost choke on the food in your mouth. in the corner of your eye, you see him smirk ever so slightly. damn him.

“oh! i remember you telling me about your big project. how’s that going?” your mother asks after a short silence.

a complete opposite of your father, your mother is. if your father excelled at small talk, your mother excelled at talking about the most extensive of subjects. you groan internally as you struggle to make up a coherent story without a moan leaving your lips once you open them.

“a-ah, it’s been alright, mom,” you try to say, your voice now higher than usual as you feel an orgasm coming up again. “same old, same old, you know?” you put down your spoon to grip the side of the chair you’re sat on as you try to keep yourself grounded. you were not about to have an orgasm in front of your parents, but fuck did this toy feel good on you. you put your pointer finger on top of your lips, your thumb under your chin as you try to focus on the events around you.

“you could elaborate more on that, y/n. we haven’t seen each other for so long,” your father laughs. you close your eyes as you shift on your seat. you chuckle at his words, removing the fingers over your lips to be able to talk to your parents.

“it’s, um, nothing special, really. my group mates have been cooperative so far and—“ you’re cut off when seungmin puts the speed on its highest. if you could take him to hell, you would. you most definitely would. your pussy is screaming for release and you didn’t know if you could hold back. fuck it, right? if you were cumming, you-- your orgasm’s robbed from you again, the second time tonight, and you wonder if you’ll be able to live after tonight. you let out an exasperated sigh, but you cover it up with a cough as you struggle to continue your sentence from earlier. “um, the teachers have been kind enough to let us borrow some relevant materials from them.”

“they should have offered it to you, students, in the first place, right seungmin?” your father laughs. seungmin merely laughs along, putting down his fork on the plate to put his hand on your thigh. his contact with your skin electrifies you and you shiver. you shift in your seat again, adjusting yourself as you feel yourself dripping even more. your heart was pounding and your breaths were labored, but your parents didn’t seem to notice that their daughter was going absolutely crazy. high off of a high she was trying to reach, but couldn’t seem to.

you feel your throat tightening up when you feel the vibrations on your clit again. you couldn’t stand edging anymore. your cunt was starting to ache now and any sort of self-restraint you once had was now gone and has been replaced with animalistic thoughts of seungmin and what you’d let him do to you once you get home. this dinner couldn’t be any more slower. you lower your head to stare at the floor, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying when seungmin increases the speed again.

“okay, who’s up for dessert?” your mother asks cheerily. “i prepared a chocolate mousse that you guys might like.” your father claps his hands together, a smile on his face.

“you’ll enjoy it, guaranteed. y/n’s mother makes great desserts,” he tells seungmin. seungmin chuckles in response as he squeezes your thigh under the table. “i’m sure i will, sir,” seungmin smiles, “i’m actually craving some sweets myself.”

your pussy clenches as he speaks. this was seungmin’s effect on you. even if what he said didn’t have anything dirty attached to it, you couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of him giving you what you wanted, the sweet pleasure of releasing all over your panties.

seungmin increases the speed again when your mother asks you if you can help her get the mousses out of the freezer. tears well up in your eyes as you feel another orgasm coming up. you didn’t know if seungmin was about to give it to you, but you wanted nothing more but to get to where you needed to be. your walls pulse in anticipation for the surge of your juices, but as expected, seungmin turns the vibrator off for the third time tonight, successfully edging you again. you let out a loud whimper now and seungmin squeezes your thigh. your parents notice, much to your dismay.

“y/n, baby, is something wrong?” your mother questions, moving closer to you. you shake your head as you shakily try to answer, another whimper coming out when seungmin turns the vibrator on again.

“my—my stomach hurts,” you sob softly. it was a lie, of course, an excuse to get you out of the room. you push yourself out of the dining table, legs slightly shaking at the intensity of the vibrations assaulting your pussy. you feel seungmin’s arm wrap around your shoulders to support you.

“i’ll assist her, please don’t worry,” seungmin nervously chuckles as he leads you out to the bathroom around the hall. you hear your mother call out about the medicine cabinet having some painkillers. the pain you felt now couldn’t be cured with painkillers. it could only be cured by seungmin, the man who put you in this position in the first place.

the moment the both of you reach the bathroom, seungmin pushes you onto the wall as you struggle to close the door. he suddenly puts the vibrations at its highest, making you hold onto him as you bury your face in his shoulder. you’re gasping his name, moaning incoherently into his shoulder as you try to reach the peak you’ve been trying so hard to reach.

“look at you, such a slut for me,” seungmin groans softly into your ear, “gripping onto me like your life depended on it.” you moan brokenly, feeling another orgasm making its presence known and you find yourself begging him to make you cum, over and over again.

“god, you almost came out there,” seungmin chuckles, “such a whore, so desperate to cum even if it meant letting your parents find out.”

you feel tears start to flow out of your eyes as you bite your lip to keep yourself from making any sort of noise that could be heard outside. you find yourself bucking your hips up to get more friction, just for something that can help you cum quicker. seungmin smirks, putting his hand under your dress to cup your pussy. the vibrations grow stronger and you throw your head back, mouth falling open as you reach out for something to hold onto. the knot in your stomach threatens to break and you pray to whatever gods there were that seungmin’s going to give it to you, finally.

“does my whore want to cum for me? make a mess all over her pretty lace panties?”

you breathe out his name as you nod quickly. seungmin smiles as he says, “cum for me.”

and you do. you’re arching your back off of the wall and you feel your chest collide into his as you continue to hold onto him for support. you see stars as you feel your juices flowing out of your pussy as the vibrations continue to wreck all that you were and all that you will ever be tonight. you’re grinding yourself onto his hand as you ride out your high.

seungmin grabs the remote in his pocket with his free hand, slowly bringing down the speed to help you come back to your senses. you’re breathing into his chest after, the tears from earlier drying up on your cheeks. the feeling of such an intense orgasm flows through your body and you shiver. seungmin rubs small circles into your back, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead as you continue to come down.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” seungmin asks after turning the vibrator off. you nod, words not being enough to describe what you were feeling at the moment. you raise your head to look at him and he grins at you. 

“you seemed like you had fun,” he teases softly. you playfully push him away, adjusting yourself in your panties. you scrunch your nose when you feel how wet you were, the remnants of your first orgasm staining your fingertips. you wipe it off on your dress.

“of course, i had fun, asshole,” you mumble. before he could respond, you hear a knock on the bathroom door, making you both freeze. you both look at each other, panicked. did they end up hearing what the both of you were doing in the bathroom? if so, you’re both fucked.

“y/n, seungmin,” your mother’s voice rings in the bathroom, “i brought some water. y/n might need it.”

both of you sigh in relief. seungmin leans in to steal a quick kiss from you before moving away and twisting the door knob so he could go out to meet your mother. he closes the door behind him as he steps out.

“how is she?” your mother worriedly asks, eyebrows pushed together in concern. seungmin grabs the glass of water from her and he gives her a sympathetic smile. “seems like the food didn’t go down as quickly,” seungmin says and your mother lets out a sigh as she puts a hand on her waist. seungmin swallows, subtly looking down at the middle of his thighs to check if the tent on it is as obvious as he feels it to be.

“well,” your mother huffs, “thank you for taking care of her, seungmin.”

moments from tonight flash in seungmin’s mind as he smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides. he tilts his head as he nods. he really did take care of you tonight, just not in the way your mother thought.

“you’re welcome, mrs. y/l/n. you can trust me to take care of your daughter.”

#kim tries to write #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #kim seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #stray kids #skz #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut #stray kids x reader #i hope y'all enjoy this one #<3333 #skz x reader smut #thank you for 100 followers :D

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Reunion

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Male!Reader

Summary: This is a request from @aflamboyanceofgays​, “Virginity loss, cut off by John, meet up many years later at a bar, reader thinks Dean is just straight and before was just a “phase” so he accepts the invite to the bunker but doesn’t make a move on him, Dean’s feelings come back stronger and stronger and after a few nights at the bunker, he “goes in for the kill” as I would like to say it.” I hope I wrote this to your likings! 

A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this, there is a lot of cuteness in this but also some good ol’ smut. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.5K

Warnings: Angst, Heavy Fluff, Smut, NSFW 18+, Fingering, Oral Receiving (Male), Anal Sex, Cute Sex, Rough Sex, Swallowing, Rimming, Marking, again, some others that I can’t think of.

Italics are thoughts

Gif isn’t mine

Dean Winchester, the boy who had stolen your heart the moment you laid eyes on him. Spiky brown hair, a goofy yet perfect smile, green eyes that you lost yourself in every single time you looked into them. You were only about 15 when you had initially met, Dean being 16. Your parents had died during a hunt and John took you under his wing, nurturing you as a father, but if you were honest, he was more like a drill sergeant. You knew that you liked Dean, more than a friendly way; but you didn’t know if he liked boys, so you kept it quiet, admiring and daydreaming about him from a distance. 

Two Years Later

“Come on, Y/N! What’s the worst that could happen?” Dean asked, reaching out his hand, silently asking you to take it and go with him. John had been out for a hunt for the past few days and Sammy had just fallen asleep. He wanted to go out and get some drinks, then get drunk together.

“Dean, we don’t know when John is gonna be back, plus, we aren’t even old enough to buy alcohol yet!” you exclaimed, nervous.

“It’s fine, he’s not going to be back until at least tomorrow, and about that,” he reached into his pocket, flashing an ID, “Got myself a fake ID, says I’m 21.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Oh my god, Dean, you didn’t.”

“Indeed, I did. Now come on, don’t you want to have some fun and spend some time with me?” he asked with a soft and pleading look.

You could never say no to him, “Fine, let’s get going then.”

You grabbed his extended hand and felt electricity course through your veins. The smile you returned made his grow bigger, pulling you out of the hotel room and bringing you along to the drug store a block away.

“Alright, just wait out here, I’ll get us the good stuff,” he promised, letting go of your hand and entering the store. You had already begun to miss the warmth his hand provided. After a few minutes, he came back out with a black bag and what seemed like a really big bottle of alcohol inside.

He flashed you a cheeky grin, “Got us some whiskey.”

You smiled and asked, “Where are we going to drink it?”

“Back in the hotel room, duh,” he replied, making a silly face.

You chuckled and walked side by side with him back to the motel room. Opening the door and walking inside, you noticed Sammy still sleeping peacefully on his bed in the far end of the room, bringing a smile to your face. That kid was always such a heavy sleeper, not used to the hunter sleeping schedule just yet. Sitting down at the table next to the door with Dean, he tossed the bag aside and pulled out the bottle, getting up and moving over to John’s extra duffel he left behind, pulling out two glasses for the both of you.

“You really came prepared, didn’t you?” you asked, amused.

He shrugged with a smile, “Saw them sitting there yesterday, gave me the idea.”

He sat back down and poured the both of you a drink, clinking your glasses together you took a sip.

“Jesus, this ain’t too bad,” you said with a slight grimace on your face.

Dean recoiled, “Holy hell this shit is strong!” with a huge cringe, coaxing a laugh out of you. 

“How the hell can you drink it so easily?” he asked, exasperated.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, it’s pretty strong but I guess I can just handle it easier.”

He looked a bit jealous and you chuckled, “Aw, is little Bean mad that I’m better than him at something?” 

“Shut up,” he grumbled, a slight smile on his face from the nickname you gave him.

The both of you continued drinking, reaching the end of your second glass, you were very close to being very drunk, while Dean had finished his as well with a slight sway to his head. 

“You doing alright over there?” you asked, trying to hold back your laughter.

“I’m doing perfectly fine,” he slurred, “Let’s play a game, truth or dare.”

You smirked, “Why not? Who starts?”

“I’ll go first, truth or dare?”

You thought for a second, “Dare.”

He smiled, “I dare you to take another sip of the whiskey.”

Chuckling, “That’s it? You suck at this game Winchester.”

“Just shut up and do it,” he replied, face falling slightly.

You grabbed the whiskey by the bottle and took a nice long sip, the burn in your throat providing warmth to the rest of your body.

“Alright my turn, truth or dare?”

“Hmm, no, you said it yourself, that dare sucked, so I’m asking again.”

“Fine, truth this time,” you replied, amused.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” he asked, a slightly hopeful look on his face.

Your face went pale and your breathing ceased, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He seemed like he was about to say something but you cut him off before he could utter a word.

“Um, I- its- I don’t-” you were a stuttering mess.

“Y/N, it’s ok, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he replied, his face soft and full of concern.

“No, you asked, so I gotta answer,” you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, meeting his gaze. This was it, now or never. “My crush is...you, Dean.”

His eyes impossibly widened, “W-what? Stop messing around, Y/N.”

“I’m not... I’m not kidding,” you were reluctant to admit, breaking your gaze and looking anywhere but at him, a huge blush on your face.

“Ask me.”

“W-what do you mean?” you questioned, still looking at the floor.

“Truth or dare, ask me,” he replied shakily.

“T-truth or d-dare.”

“Dare.”

“I...” you started, wondering if you should really do what your heart wanted. Ultimately your curiosity, along with the help of the alcohol gave you the push you needed., “I dare you to... to kiss me.”

You couldn’t see his reaction, your eyes still focusing on the glass in front of you but you knew he probably had disgust written all over his face. However, before you could take it back, you saw him get up and slowly walk over to you. You picked up your gaze to see that he had a nervous look, repulsion nowhere to be found. He placed his hands on each armrest, leaning down to level his face with yours. You were holding your breath in anticipation as to what he would do. You took the opportunity of your close proximity to admire his facial features, freckles dusted across his cheeks, his green eyes shining as bright as ever. Glancing down at his lips, he did the same and you saw him lick his perfect plump ones, a shot of arousal flowing through you. He started to slowly lean in, millimeters away from your face. Pausing with nothing but a hair between the two of you, he pushed in the remaining space and connected your lips. 

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, you felt exhilarated yet relaxed, giddy yet comfortable, shocked yet contempt. The suction between your lips was so perfect that you felt like they fit together perfectly, like pieces to a puzzle. So many thoughts were running through your mind, but the feel of his lips pushing against yours effectively wiped them all away, your mind blank and only able to focus on him. You reached your hands up to cup the sides of his face, gently stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. He smiled into the kiss, prompting you to do the same. He pulled away after a few minutes to catch his breath, while you were panting like a madman, the excitement and adrenaline from the kiss increasing your heart rate. 

“That was...”

“Freaking awesome,” he finished, a bright smile on his face.

You were still just barely separated, but you pulled him back to you, desperate to feel his lips again. What started off as a hesitant and small kiss, turned into a heated and passionate one, moaning into his mouth, he slipped his tongue in between your parted lips, licking into your mouth and groaning at your taste. He pulled away and lifted you from the seat, ripping your shirt off and letting out a low grumble from deep in his throat, reaching down and sucking on your nipple greedily. You let out an audible gasp, the pleasure foreign yet much appreciated. You were starting to get impatient, reaching down and tugging at his shirt up, trying to get it off. He pulled away from your nipple with a ‘pop’ sound and smirked, slowly taking off his shirt so you could see his muscles rippling with the action. You moaned appreciatively, his abs and chest the sexiest thing you had ever laid eyes on. He reached back out to you and grabbed you by the hips, roughly pulling you into him, your hands falling on his strong chest. He started sucking hickeys on your neck while unbuckling your belt. Throwing your head back, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure that he was providing with his lips. He sucked hard, attacking your skin with his tongue and teeth, coaxing small moans to escape your throat.

“Don’t be too loud, Sammy is asleep,” he whispered in your ear, biting the lobe.

You nodded, unable to open your mouth for if you did, you definitely would have made a noise loud enough to wake him up. He unbuckled your belt and unzipped your jeans, pulling them along with your briefs off, dropping to the floor. He ceased his actions and lowered his gaze to your throbbing member, poking him in the thigh. 

“Fuck you are so hot, Y/N,” he breathed.

You reached out and unbuckled his belt as well, wanting to mark him just as much as he marked you, forcing blissful moans to escape him, spurring you on. Releasing him from the confines of his jeans, you pulled them down to see that he was going commando. Normally, you would have made fun of him for it, but right now all it did was serve to arouse you even further. His cock stood proudly, taunting you to play with it. 

You licked your lips and began to get on your knees but was stopped by Dean, “No, Y/N. I want to be inside you, we have time for that later.”

You nodded and followed him to the bed sitting down on top of it with his figure standing in between your legs. His cock was just in front of you and you couldn’t help yourself, reaching out to grasp it with your hand, you wrapped your mouth around it and started bobbing your head.

“Ngh, fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, hunching over slightly and balancing himself by gripping your hair.

He tasted incredible, his thick cock feeling perfect inside of your mouth. You went faster and faster, taking him all the way which surprised the both of you. He abruptly pulled back, “If you keep doing that then I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s kind of the whole point,” you replied, a smirk on your face.

“Another time,” he dismissed with a smile, pushing you back up the bed and towering over you. He leaned down and connected your lips once again, reaching down with his finger to tease at your rim. You slightly jumped and Dean smiled into the kiss, continuing to please you with his fingers. He attempted to insert a finger, your tight hole offering heavy resistance.

“Wait, here,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling it up to your mouth, sticking in his fingers and swirling your tongue around them, looking directly into his green orbs. His eyes darkened and he pulled his fingers away, returning to kiss you while once again teasing your hole. The second he breached you, you tensed up and let out a moan. 

Dean muffled it with the kiss, “Shhhhh, relax, I’m gonna take care of you.”

You felt your body go lax at his words, instantly complying: you trusted him with your life. He slowly continued with his finger while kissing at your neck, whispering loving words in your ear, praising you on how well you were doing. After you got used to the single digit, you bucked into his hand, the intrusion feeling like heaven. He chuckled and added a second finger, scissoring them to open up your hole. You tried to hold in your moan, a small squeak coming out instead.

“Please, Dean, fuck me,” you begged, impatient.

“I don’t want to hurt you baby, I’m not exactly small,” he admitted.

After a few more moments of fingering you, he couldn’t wait much longer so deciding that you were ready, he lined up his cock with your entrance and began to push in. At first you started to tense up once again, feeling the humongous head prodding at your entrance. 

“It’s ok, I’ll be gentle,” he soothed.

You forced yourself to relax and let him in. He was moving painfully slow, his thick member stretching your walls deliciously. Slowly, he started pumping his hips, gradually inching further and further in with each stroke until he bottomed out and the both of you let out low moans. He was pressing right up against your prostate and it was driving you insane.

“Please move, please fuck me, Dean,” you breathed, ragged and huskily.

He lost all control and started thrusting into you, still being careful to not go too fast to hurt you. It felt so good, his constant stimulation of your prostate already having you seconds away from your orgasm, not even touching your cock. As he was thrusting, you wrapped your legs around his waist, silently begging him to go deeper, faster. He responded by picking up the pace slightly, your hips rising to meet his thrusts. You were biting your fist and desperately trying not to be too loud, moans spilling from your throat involuntarily. He reached down and started to stroke your painfully throbbing cock, going the same speed as his hips. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Your ass is so goddamn tight, feels so good around my cock, so warm,” he growled, rutting his hips a few times, accurately hitting against your prostate. You couldn’t help yourself and let out a loud moan, instantly looking over to Sammy to see if he woke up. Dean didn’t care at this point, still thrusting into you and stroking your cock. Making sure he was still asleep, you turned back to Dean to see sweat rolling off of his forehead, his hair stuck to it, eyes dark and breathing heavy. The intense look of desire and want in his eyes was what nearly sent you over the edge. He reached out with his free hand and started pinching your nipple, alternating between the two of them. 

The slight pain was the boost that you needed, “Fuck, Dean. I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whined.

“Cum for me, Y/N. You can do it,” he emphasized the last statement by thrusting in harder than before, his cock slamming against your sweet spot. Your breathing cut off and your body went still as your release squirted out of your cock all over his fingers and your stomach. Clenching the muscles in your ass with your release, it triggered Dean’s orgasm as well. Groaning a little too loud, he spilled into you, biting your neck to keep himself from making more noise. You felt rope after rope of warm cum coat your insides, the feeling of it comfortable. He slowly pulled out and gave you another lingering kiss. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he came over and wiped the cum leaking from your hole affectionately, along with the remainder from his fingers and cock. He dropped the towel before cleaning your stomach, confusing you, but he got on top of you and licked up all the cum, kissing you. You shared the cum between the two of you and you felt your dick twitch at the flavor, your own cum mixing with Dean’s natural taste on a whole different level. He pulled away with a blissed out and completely happy smile that made your heart swell. He climbed into bed with you and just as he was about to turn off the light, John walked in. 

Your heart dropped, and you knew this was it. 

“What the fuck?” he barked, seeing the two of you naked in the same bed.

“Dad, it's not-” Dean started.

“Not what it looks like? Don’t feed me bullshit kid,” he cut him off, “Y/N! Get your fucking clothes on and meet me in the car,” he silently seethed, careful not to wake up Sam as he left the room, closing the door behind him. Slowly, with tears escaping your eyes, you got up and started to get dressed. 

“Y/N, please don’t cry,” Dean came up to you and hugged you.

You wanted to revel in the comfort and safety his arms brought you but you knew you had to leave, Dean’s relationship with his father being one of the most important things. Sniffling, you pulled yourself away from his arms, looking into his face and almost breaking at the broken and vulnerable look on it.

“I have to go Dean, I can’t ruin what you have with your dad,” you admitted, making your way to the front door.

Being stopped once again with Dean’s hand on your forearm, “Please, we can figure this out,” he begged, his eyes tearing up.

It was the hardest thing you had ever done in your life but you took his hand off of your arm and gave him one last lingering kiss, forcing yourself to pull away and open the door. Before you closed the door on the love of your life, you turned and took one last look, “I love you, Dean.” You could hear the sound of anguish tear from his throat on the other side of the door and clenched your fists, forcing your feet to walk over to the impala. Getting in the passenger seat, you could feel John’s anger next to you. Not uttering a word, you looked out the window while he put the car in reverse and backed out of the lot, driving away from the motel. You looked back for as long as you could until eventually you couldn’t see it anymore, a few tears silently falling from your face. The entire car ride could not have been more uncomfortable, no sounds, the radio off, and it wasn’t like you were about to strike up a conversation. You found yourself looking out the passenger side window, reminiscing about your memories with Dean. The time that you guys had a prank war between you, him, and Sammy. It was one of the happiest moments of your life, constantly laughing with each other at the ridiculousness of each prank and the reactions of the victims. Your mind then wandered to when you and Dean managed to convince John to let you guys go to a high school party, minus a few details of course. You remember the two of you having the night of your lives, the both of you already fairly popular in the school. After a few hours of some more driving, John eventually pulled into a junkyard, a house in the middle of it all, you recognized it as Bobby’s house; another father figure to you. 

Parking the car, John reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, “Here, this should keep you going for a bit till Bobby helps you out,” offering it to you. 

You scoffed and opened the door to get out, “I don’t need anything from you,” you spat, slamming the door and marching over to Bobby’s front door, him opening it as you reached the porch. You walked right past him, a clear indication that you were enraged, and made your way upstairs to the guest bedroom you knew he had. You could faintly hear arguing from your room, a door slamming and the skidding of tires on the gravel floor, indicating that John had left.

I hope that Dean can still find happiness, though, I know that I never will.

Twenty Years Later

You were sitting at a bar, nursing a whiskey, on the rocks. After Bobby had died, you left the junkyard, too many memories of him everywhere, so you lived on the road. Motel by motel you barely managed to scrape by in life, working as a solo hunter. Occasionally, your mind would wander to the green eyed boy who had stolen your heart all those years ago and still has yet to give it back; but you tried to wipe those thoughts from your mind before they spiraled you into depravity. You heard the bar door swing open, not paying too much attention to it, you stared down in your drink, debating whether you should have another or leave.

“What would you like, handsome?” the busty bartender asked the man who had sat down next to you. You didn’t spare him a look, not in the mood to start a conversation with anyone.

“I’ll take a whiskey, and the time you get off of work,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice and you had to stop yourself from gagging, though you had to admit, that voice did something to you. Curiosity took over and you glanced to your left where the man was.

“Holy shit...” you couldn’t believe your eyes, “D-dean?” you questioned warily. He glanced over to you and that’s when you saw his eyes and you knew, those perfect green eyes only belonged to one man. 

His eyes went wide and you could hear his breath get caught in his throat, “Oh my... Y-Y/N? Is that really you?” you could feel tears swelling in your eyes, giving him a nod. 

He let out a gasp and got up out of his seat to envelop you in a hug. You reciprocated, basking in the old feeling of comfort and safety that you always felt in his arms. You could hear him let out a choked breath, squeezing you harder. You smiled and a tear dropped down your face, your happiness at seeing him once again too great for words to describe. After a few moments the two of you pulled away and you let yourself get lost in his green eyes once again, just like you used to, seeing a much harder exterior from before, a pain in his eyes that could only come from years of loss. However, the thing that was extruding the most and was written all over his face was utter happiness. You gave him a once over, damn, age has done a fucking wonder on him. 

“So, Winchester, how the hell have you been?” 

The both of you fell into an easy conversation, it felt like you guys had never separated in the first place. You talked about everything that had happened after you left, leaving that part out, for neither of you wanted to revisit that event. It was around three hours later that your conversation died out, your face hurting from the smile stretching your lips.

“Hey, so uh, me and Sammy found a place, we call it the Bunker, it’s our home now. Do you wanna... come stay with us?” he asked hesitantly.

After hearing that John had died many years before, you looked into his eyes to see desperation written in them, just like you remembered, you could never say no to this man. “I would love to, Dean,” you smiled.

His face lit up like the Fourth of July, “Awesome! I mean... great! Well, let’s get out of here.”

You paid for your drinks and exited the bar, “Seems you still got that damn car though,” you chuckled, looking towards the sleek black Chevy Impala.

“Of course I do! Baby is irreplaceable.”

“That action figure still stuck in the ashtray?” he nodded, “The legos in the vent?” he nodded once more. You chuckled, “I’ll follow behind you.”

You both got into your cars and you followed closely behind Dean. You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering back to the old memories you had with him, and seeing him now, talking to him, only solidified your thought of him still holding your heart. You still loved him just as much as you did when you were teenagers, if not, even more so now. The only setback was that he’s straight. If it wasn’t obvious from his advancements on the bartender, you thought you had a pretty decent gaydar, and it screamed that he was straight. As heartbreaking as it was to know that you were just a phase in his life, you were still extremely good friends and you missed him, so you would take what you could get.

Arriving there about a half hour later, you got out of your car with your duffel to see a large iron door, “Wow, this place just screams ‘cozy’,” you joked, looking at him with a jokingly bitch face. 

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, Y/N,” he smirked, making you second guess your initial thought about the place.

You followed him to the door, him pulling out some sort of key and unlocking it, beckoning you over to enter before him. Walking past him through the doorway, you noticed an iron spiraling staircase that led to a living room sort of area. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you dropped your bag and took a moment to take in everything around you, a table in the center of the room with maps and other papers on top, chairs on every side of the round table. A library, stacked with so many books you counted around a few hundred off the top of your head. Two other exits that looked like long hallways leading to other areas of the Bunker.

“Damn, I really did judge too soon, this place is pretty awesome,” you breathed, spinning around to take in everything in the room like a child.

Dean laughed at your actions, “Told ya, come on, there’s someone that you probably wanna see.” He led you down the hallway and you walked past several doors with numbers in gold tint written on them, eventually stopping in front of one, Dean knocked on the door. You registered a voice call out, “Come in!” from the other side. He opened the door and you were met with a face you never thought you would have seen again.

“Oh my god, Sammy is that you? What the fuck? You’re huge!” you exclaimed, overjoyed that you could see the man you called a brother once again, but also surprised by his humongous figure.

“Y/N? How-Where-” he was struggling to pick which question to ask first so you took the initiative and ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, for he really was freakishly tall. You could feel his chest rack with a few sobs and felt his arms wrap around your shoulders, squeezing so tight like if he let go, you would disappear. 

“Holy shit, I’ve missed you so much, Y/N,” he choked. Your heart broke, for you had left without as much as a goodbye to Sammy, but also filled with happiness that after all these years, he still missed you.

He pulled away and looked you in your eyes, “I know why dad made you leave, and I understand that there was nothing to be done. I’m not mad at you for not saying goodbye, I’m just so glad that I can see you again,” he breathed. Even as a kid he could read me like a book, guess nothing has changed. You gave him an apologetic and grateful smile, turning to see Dean try and hold back his tears.

“Oh my god, Dean. Are you crying?” Sam asked, amusement lacing his tone.

“Shut up Sammy, dust got in my eyes,” he replied, slightly sniffling, leading to you and Sam laughing together.

“Come on, I’ll show you to your room,” Dean motioned to the door, walking you out, but before you could leave, “Hey, Y/N? Do you maybe wanna... watch a movie? Us three? Like the old days?” Sam asked, flailing his arms around, trying to gesture what he was saying. A genuine smile lit up on your face, remembering when the three of you would sit down at the motel and watch movies together. 

“I would love to,” you replied honestly.

He smiled and waved you out of the room, returning to whatever he was previously doing beforehand. 

“This is your room.”

Walking through the door Dean had kindly opened for you, you took in the decently sized room, a joint bathroom with a shower attached, and dropped your bag on the bed. Walking up to Dean, you gave him a hug, “Thank you,” you muttered into his chest, finally having a place you could call home.

He chuckled, “Anything for you, Y/N,” he breathed, hugging you back. His admission had your heart beating a little faster but you pushed it down, knowing he only meant it in a familial way. 

You pulled back, “Fuck unpacking, that can wait, let’s watch a movie.”

He grinned and nodded, walking back to Sammy’s room to get him. The youngest Winchester’s eyes lit up once again when he saw you, a smile spreading on his lips. As they walked past, you followed, shoulder to shoulder with Sam with Dean in the front of you guys.

“Damn, Sammy, I’m never going to get used to seeing how big you are,” you poked.

“I’m still never going to get used to seeing you again after all these years,” he breathed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

Dean turned and walked backwards, “How come he can call you Sammy but I can’t?” he questioned, an adorably confused look written on his features.

“Because, Y/N is my favorite,” he stated, looking down at you and kissing the top of your head.

“As adorable as that is, and as happy as that makes me, I’m still older than you Sammy. I kiss YOU on the head, not the other way around,” you mused. 

The three of you chuckled and walked into a large room with several couches and a large TV in the center of the wall, all of the couches angled towards it. Sitting down on one of the couches, Dean and Sam fought over who could sit next to you, for it was a two seater. You began laughing at their ridiculous behaviour, but it still warmed your heart like no other. Eventually Dean pulled a fast one on Sammy and sat down while he was recovering from a shove, he huffed and puffed and reluctantly plopped himself on the couch next to the two of you. 

You laughed once again, “Next time, Sammy.”

Dean cheered in success, throwing his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into his side, “I win! You’re all mine tonight, hate to break it to ya,” he cheered with a cheeky grin. Even before you and Dean had admitted your feelings to one another, you were super close, hugs and cuddles were completely normal for the two of you. 

You smiled, “Eh, I guess I can deal with it for a few hours,” looking up at him, your happiness evident in your face for his lighted up as well. 

Opening up Netflix on the TV, “Y/N, you choose, you always had the best taste,” Sammy piped in from his seat. Dean reluctantly handed the remote over to you, having just found a western movie he wanted to watch.

“Sorry Bean, looks like I’m picking,” the old nickname fell from your lips before you could even think about it. The look of adoration in his eyes and his pleased smile telling you that he liked you calling him that as much as you did. You scrolled for a few moments before deciding to put on “Extraction” a new movie with the main star Chris Hemsworth.

“God he is so fucking hot,” you breathed, seeing his face on the cover photo. You heard Sam chuckle and expected Dean to do the same, instead finding his body go stiff and felt his heavy sigh on your head. You were about to ask if something was wrong but decided against it feeling his body relax seconds later, his arm giving you a light squeeze.

Throughout the movie, you found yourself unable to focus, being so close to Dean was distracting you more than you thought it would. His scent was intoxicating, leather, whiskey, and another underlying scent that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it smelled like home. His warm and muscular body touching up on you, making your mind go delirious and your pants to tighten. After what felt like forever, the movie ended and everyone started to get up.

“That was a pretty good movie,” Sam said.

“Yeah, the action actually wasn’t too bad,” Dean admitted.

“I had trouble focusing on anything but Chris’ face to be honest,” coaxing another laugh from Sam, but when you looked over to Dean you noticed his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. 

Confused, you asked, “Dean, is there something wrong?” 

He smiled once more, but you knew him well enough to tell that it was completely fake, “Yeah I’m good, just a bit tired, let’s head off to bed.”

You reluctantly followed him, suspicious as to why he was acting so strange. Dean walked you to your door as you waved goodnight to Sammy.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” his hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I’ll still be here,” you replied, his awkwardness shocking you, for he had always been confident in everything that he did.

“Great! Good, I mean. See ya tomorrow,” he rushed, walking away to his bedroom. You shook your head with a laugh, Dean acting completely out of character. Turning off the lights and getting into your bed after placing the duffel on the floor, you laid back with your face to the ceiling. This has probably been the best day in my life in the past twenty years. After tossing and turning from excitement for tomorrow, you eventually drifted off into sleep, your dreams filled with you and Dean together.

For the next few days, the boys decided to take a break from hunting, wanting to spend time with you and re-establish your relationship, not that it wasn’t already strong. Day after day, Dean seemed to be even more attentive with you, while you weren’t complaining it was somewhat strange, it was like he was slowly becoming the same boy that night you last saw him. Reprimanding yourself for assuming Dean was actually still into guys, you shook it off and instead focused on spending some quality time with the boys. After around four days, one night when you were preparing to go to bed, there was a knock at your door. 

“Hey, Dean. What’s up?” you asked, a small smile on your lips.

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside and let him enter, closing the door behind him. He turned back to you and it seemed like he was struggling with saying something, opening and closing his mouth a few times like a fish out of water. After a few moments, you heard him mutter, “Fuck it.” 

The next thing you knew, you were pushed against the door and his lips were on yours. At first you were surprised, eyes wide and lips still before you let yourself fall into it, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss feeling just like it did back when you were teens, but so much better. He had more experience, as did you, and it seemed like he poured all of it into the kiss, desperately trying to impress you. He pushed up the rest of his body on yours, rubbing his prominent erection against your thigh, prompting your own member to begin to harden. You moaned into the kiss and he took control of it, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

“Fuck, you taste just as perfect as you did all those years ago,” he moaned, returning to the kiss.

The similarity to the first time you had made love to each other threatening to burst your heart with nostalgia and happiness. You roughly pushed him off of you, earning a dark glare and a rumble to come from deep in his chest. You smirked and took off your shirt, playing with your waistband, slowly lowering them just above your pelvis, pulling it back up just before he could see anything then repeating the action. He was glued to the spot, eyes intently watching you like a hawk, his eyes told you that he liked what you were doing. Becoming impatient, you took off your pants, but left your underwear on, reaching out to tug on his waistband, pulling him towards you. You sucked on his neck and nibbled on the small space underneath his ear, gaining a low moan from Dean. Rubbing him through his pants, you continued your assault on his neck, making sure to leave marks that were clearly visible, wanting everyone to know that he was yours. He grunted and grabbed your bruisingly by the hips backing you up until your legs hit the bed and you fell, sitting down. He took off his shirt and you took your sweet time appreciating his body, toned arms, chest so large, it looked like the comfiest pillow you could ever have. He smirked at your reaction and slowly peeled off his pants along with his undergarments, his cock bouncing out of its confines, inches away from your face. Once again, the scene around you flashed to the exact moment that Dean stood in front of you like this all of those years ago. However, he was sexier now, more rugged, muscular, cock about another inch and a half longer than what it already was, making your mouth water. You bit your lip and reached out with your hand, tugging him closer to you with his large member as the anchor. 

“Last time this happened, I told you to suck my cock another time, well now is the time,” he graveled, reaching out to grip at your hair and using his other hand to guide his dick into your mouth. This time, you had no intention of teasing, all the years of waiting for this exact moment fueling your want and desire for him. Wrapping your lips around the tip of his head, you instantly pushed down, going as far as you could before popping off with a gasp of air. You wanted to please him so you pushed your limits, relaxing your throat and pushing all the way down until his pubic hair was pushing up against your nose. 

“Ohhhh fuckkk, Y/N. Nobody ever managed to suck this cock as good as you, always the best at everything,” he moaned.

His praise gave you the confidence boost to continue, bobbing your head forwards and backwards, forcing small moans and whimpers to fall from his lips. 

“Fuck, I’m close, I’m gonna cum,” he whined.

You pulled away for a second, “Cum, Dean. Let me taste you,” returning to your task, you gave it everything you had, using your other hand to massage the area between his hole and his sack, making his legs start to quiver and his breathing to pick up.

“Oh shit, just like that,” he started pumping his hips into your mouth, chasing his own release. After a few more pumps, his hold on your hair tightened and he thrusted one last time, “FUCK Y/N!” he called out, pouring what felt like a gallon of cum into your mouth and down your throat. He released your hair and took a step back, his softening dick falling out of your mouth as you swallowed the last of his load down, palming yourself through your boxers to relieve the tension, his taste extremely arousing. 

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he breathed, chest heaving with the deep breaths he was taking. 

He reached into his sweatpants on the floor and pulled out a tube of lube, “Did you seriously come in here thinking I was gonna fuck you?” you asked, a slightly annoyed look on your face.

He gave you a toothy grin, “Well, I was right wasn’t I?” Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. He placed the lube on the side of the bed and roughly grabbed your legs, manhandling you onto your stomach, the pressure from his fingers leaving marks behind in their wake. Tearing off your underwear, he wasted no time in shoving his face into your ass, tongue fucking into it, spreading your cheeks with his hands.

“Oh fuck Dean! Shit, that’s so good,” you whined, gripping the bed sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. He was relentless in his assault, stretching a few fingers from his hand on your ass to tease your rim, rubbing circles around it.

“Dean, please,” you begged, voice faint and weak.

“I’m going to take care of you, Y/N. I got you.”

He grabbed the lube bottle and squeezed some on your ass and his fingers, the cool liquid making you jump slightly. He chuckled and resumed his task, slowly inching in two fingers into your tight opening. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re still so damn tight,” he groaned, pushing his fingers in until the knuckle and fucking into you.

“Shit! That feels so good Dean!” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut and scrunching your eyebrows in pleasure. After a few more minutes of fingering you, he pulled out and you heard the bottle of the lube open up, turning back to see him pour a generous amount over his cock and lathering it, already just as hard as it previously was. 

“I’m gonna fuck you, hard,” he growled, grabbing your cheeks and roughly squeezing them, forcing them open so his monstrous cock could fit inside. He started slow, pushing in with the head, stretching you so incredibly, giving you a sense of fullness. After the head was fully seated inside, you thought he would continue the slow pace, but instead he shoved the rest of his cock in one sharp thrust.

“FUCK!” you screamed, the sudden intrusion splitting your ass into two. He chuckled darkly before pulling out where just the tip remained and repeated the motion, another loud moan ripping out from your throat. Continuing, he began to pound into you relentlessly, the bed creaking, threatening to break from the sheer strength of his thrusts. His hands were placed on your hips, guiding them back and forth onto his cock as he rotated his hips and pushing into you. At first, it was mostly pain, but your walls eventually widened to accommodate his large size and you began to call out in ecstasy rather than pain, his cock reaching what felt like your stomach. 

“Take my fucking cock, that’s it, such a perfect hole, mine, and mine only,” he growled, accentuating each word with a thrust. He was filling you up delightfully, moans of pleasure and need falling from your lips. He snaked an arm around your chest and pulled you up level to him, the new angle hitting your g-spot delectably.

He bit your ear, “Who do you belong to,” he grounded out.

“You! I belong to you, Dean. I’m yours!” you whined.

“That’s fucking right, mine,” he growled possessively, pushing your head back down into the bedsheets, your ass still elevated, providing an even better angle for him to push into you. 

Your moans were muffled by the bedsheets, “Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.

“Cum without touching yourself, cum on my cock,” he commanded, grabbing your wrists with his free hand and holding them together on your back. You felt the string snap at his words, cumming into the bedsheets with a loud grunt. After a few more pumps, you felt him still, spilling his seed into you, filling you up with the amount of cum streaming from his cock. He pumped a few more times, sharp ruts that had you whine from the impact on your prostate. Pulling out, he used his discarded t-shirt on the floor to clean up the mess, tossing it aside and turning you onto your back. Reaching down, he kissed you softly and pulled away with a loving look on his face.

“When you left all those years ago, you said something to me,” you felt your cheeks redden, “Dean, you don’t-”

“You told me that you loved me, but what you didn’t let me do was respond,” he breathed, vulnerability shining in his mossy eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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Now or Never - Final message & remaining notes (A NeganxRoxy fic)

Hey guys, so I think it’s pretty clear I won’t be finishing my Negan/Roxy series anymore. And I feel awful for doing so as I hate abandoning fics. However, there’s two key factors that have solidified this decision. The first one being, I majorly lost interest in The Walking Dead around the time they killed off Carl and then Rick. The writing had been going downhill since season 5 (in my opinion) but with the mess that was seasons seven and eight (especially eight) I just couldn’t watch the show anymore. Good job Scott Gimple you killed the show the moment you killed Carl off. Naturally, when I’m not consuming the fandoms media anymore, my interest is going to dwindle.

The second major factor was I lost my face claim for Roxy around February this year, I didn’t want Roxy’s face claim to be someone that is a domestic abuser and that’s all I’m going to say on that matter (not looking for a debate). I tried to look for another face claim, but after having the same face claim since I first got into the show around 2012, it’s really hard for me to picture Roxy as anyone else. I enjoyed my time in The Walking Dead/Negan fandom; I met some wonderful people and will cherish those memories.

I’m quite sad to see it end really, I’ve been writing Walking Dead fics since 2012 when Roxy was originally shipped with Glenn and then Daryl and then The Governor and finally Negan was her perfect match. (She gets around okay). So instead of leaving you guys guessing and wondering for however long, I typed up the notes I had in my Negan notebook so you guys would know what direction the fic was going and how it was going to end between Negan and Roxy. I’ve done my best to write them out in chronological order, so hopefully they all make sense.

1. After Daryl drove the truck into The Sanctuary and let all the walkers in, Roxy, Negan and a small group of others go in hand to hand with the horde, using the stairs as a way to funnel and control the flow of walkers to take them out easier.

2. Negan and The Saviours go to Alexandria for their revenge, mostly destroying the community (as seen in the show). However, Carl lives and is not bitten. All of team family lives.

3. All Out War storyline begins (mostly following the comics, not the show).

4. Roxy, Simon and a small handful of Saviours are sent out to scout Hilltop so that Negan can make attack preparations. However, before leaving Roxy debates whether or not to tell Negan that she loves him, she almost says it, but Simon ruins the moment.

5. Out on the scouting trip Roxy, Simon and the saviours are ambushed by Rosita and a group of survivors from the rebelling communities. Simon tries to get Roxy to run but is shot and killed by Rosita before Roxy has the chance to escape. Roxy is taken as a hostage back to Hilltop.

6. At Hilltop Rick and co. debate what to do with Roxy. Daryl wants to kill her as she was the one who tortured him when he was a prisoner at The Sanctuary. Rick decides to hold a vote. The majority vote to kill Roxy. But before they have the chance Roxy lies and tells them she’s pregnant to save herself or at least buy herself time.

7. Maggie is determined to see through Roxy’s lie and makes her take a pregnancy test. To Roxy’s and everyone else’s surprise, she actually is pregnant. So now most of those who voted to have her killed change their vote, and Roxy is spared but put under house arrest. Upon finding out they won’t kill her because of the baby, Roxy laughs in Ricks face and says the line, “your so fucked when he finds out.”

8. Meanwhile back at The Sanctuary, Negan has a gut feeling something’s wrong and the radio silence isn’t helping. Nor are the remaining wives who are unhappy with their ‘husband’ neglecting them and dwindling supplies. Sabrina in particular gets the guts to say, “being your wife is a fucking curse. Good thing Amber and Sherry had sense to get out whilst they could”. This really pisses Negan off, responding with, “you are only insurance! Insurance that if I lose Roxy, then I’m not alone”.

9. Back at Hilltop Rick has taken the ambushed Saviours supplies, which includes a radio, giving him a direct line of contact with Negan. Roxy hears about this and devises a plan to try to get it to warn Negan. Rosita takes over Tara’s guard duty and goes to taunt Roxy about Simons death which results in a fistfight. The fight is broken up by Michonne, Arron and Jesus.

10. Negan is contacted by Rick over the radio. Rick tells Negan that they have Roxy and he needs to stand down for her to remain unharmed before also breaking the baby news to him. Negan is enraged and refuses to back down, now preparing for the final battle.

11. Roxy attempts to leave the house in the middle of the night and get hold of the radio so she can warn Negan of Hilltops preparations. She’s caught red-handed by Rick, who escorts her back to the house she’s being held at. Roxy taunts Rick further saying, “As long as I’m still breathing, there is nothing you can do to stop me from getting to him.”

12. Negan and The Saviours show up to Hilltop and the final battle ensues, Rick and Negan fight each other with Negan thinking he has the upper hand before Rick slices his throat. Rick has Negan saved by the Hilltops doctors and eventually thrown in a cell. Rick won’t kill him because that would make him just as bad as Negan, and he also wants Negan to see the better world that Rick is going to build with everyone living in harmony.

13. Roxy not wanting to risk the pregnancy does not involve herself much in the fight. And after talks with Carl she sees that what Rick envisions isn’t so bad after all, its something she’s been seeking herself since the start of the apocalypse. A home where everyone can live peacefully and fight the real threat, the undead. A place she can raise her and Negans child.

14. Negan and Roxy are allowed monthly visits, supervised by a member of team family. Negan finding out he’s going to have a son and eventually being able to feel the baby kick. It’s these moments that keep him from feeling suicidal.

15. Nine months pass and Roxy’s due date is nearing. During this visit to Negan’s cell, Rick is the one to supervise. Roxy’s water ends up breaking and Negan panics, unable to do anything to help her with the prison bars in the way. He begs Rick to help her, whilst Roxy begs Rick to let Negan out of his cell so he can see his son being born. Rick caves in and allows Negan this one moment of freedom. Rick doesn’t take any chances though and makes Negan carry Roxy to the med bay at gun point so he doesn’t escape. Roxy gives birth to baby Samuel.

16. Roxy struggles to be a mostly single parent whilst Negan struggles not to be there for his son to bond and help out. Samuel becomes very clingy to Roxy, understandably.

17. Carl regularly visits Negan for chats, finding it easier to talk to Negan about things than Rick.

18. Now that Roxy isn’t seen as a threat, she’s no longer under house arrest and has even made some friends like Tara. However Maggie, Rosita, Daryl and Carol still have very obvious resentment towards her which she does her best to ignore.

19. One-night Tara stays over to give Roxy a night off from Samuel as she’s exhausted. Only Roxy sneaks down to Negans cell, having swiped the spare key and spends a few hours in Negans cell. Smut ensues.

20. Whisperers attack and whilst Roxy wants to help and fight, she can’t now that she’s a mother and essentially all that Samuel has. She knows if something were to happen to her that Samuel would just be given to someone else instead of Negan. During the attack, she hides with Samuel in the house.

21. Negan escapes during the attack and sees this as an opportunity for him, Roxy and Samuel to take off and be a family together. He finds Roxy and Samuel in the house and asks her to come with him. Roxy refuses, knowing it wouldn’t be wise to take a baby outside the walls, it’s safer for them to stay here where they have a home and supplies. Negan understands, but it still upset and leaves without them.

22. Rick and co. find that Negan have gone and instantly suspect Roxy of letting him out of his cell during the attack. Rick threatens Roxy with a gun, regardless of the fact she’s carrying Samuel. Tara and Carl vouch for Roxy’s innocence, and Roxy tells Rick to never threaten her in front of her child again. Carl is also very vocal about his distaste for Rick’s actions.

23. Negan runs into The Whisperers and is brought to Alpha who questions him about Rick and Alexandria. Negan sees this as his chance to infiltrate them and gain their trust, only to really earn his place back at Alexandria. However, he must earn his place amongst The Whisperers first and Beta is tasked with trialling Negan.

24. Back at Alexandria, hordes of walkers are being led to the gates by whisperers to try to destroy the community and get Lydia back. Roxy assigns herself to protect the children of the community and eventually takes over Michonne’s shift in taking out walkers so she can rest.

25. Beta trials Negan with hunting animals, skinning walkers and getting them to follow and form a small horde. Negan isn’t so good with the skinning of walkers or getting them to follow him as he’s ‘too loud and egotistical’. Beta leaves him with only a knife to fend off a small group of walkers.

26. Roxy reassures Lydia that she won’t let anything happen to her, nor will she let The Whisperers take her back, the two form a friendship. Lydia is later attacked by three members of Alexandria who still see her as an enemy. Roxy intervenes and injures two of them, as other members of the community show up. Carl and Daryl vouch that Roxy was only trying to protect Lydia, much to Roxy’s surprise.

27. Negan returns alive and unharmed to the Whisperers, much to Betas surprise and disdain. Negan kneels and ‘pledges’ allegiance to Alpha, who accepts him into the pack.

28. Alpha makes a border separating The Whisperers land from Hilltops, Alexandria’s and Oceanside. And to get her point across beheads several members of the surrounding communities, including Henry, Rosita and Ezekiel.

29. Having caught a Whisperer, Daryl locks it up in what was Negans cell and asks Roxy to help him with the interrogation as ‘she’s good at that stuff’. During the interrogation, Roxy attempts to apologize to Daryl for torturing him back at The Sanctuary, but he doesn’t accept and leaves her with the whisperer.

30. Negan gains Alphas trust and assists them on supply runs and raids until he earns his skin suit. One-night Negan gets Alpha to open up about her past as does he, telling her about Lucille and Roxy. Alpha claims Roxy to be weak for not leaving Alexandria with him. Negan beheads Alpha.

31. Two days later Negan arrives at Alexandria and presents Alpha’s head to Rick and also reunites with Roxy and Samuel, who is close to approaching his first birthday. However, the reunion is cut short by Rick demanding Negan fights alongside them against the Whisperers who are going to attack now that Alpha is dead.

32. Roxy reveals to Negan she’d been keeping his jacket and Lucille safe and that he’ll be needing it to fight the rest of the Whisperers. Roxy then decides she’ll fight alongside him despite his protests.

33. Roxy and Negan fight off a horde with a small group before Beta emerges from the woods, charging at Negan to avenge Alphas death. Roxy joins the fight before Beta sets his sights on her, throwing her to the ground and advancing on her. Negan beats Beta with Lucille and severely injures him, but breaks Lucille in the process.

34. Realizing they are outnumbered by walkers, the group retreats and Negan buries Lucille’s remains, finally mourning her loss. Roxy stays behind with him, but he argues with her about how reckless her behaviour was, and he wasn’t going to lose her too. The two eventually return to Alexandria.

35. Beta and the remaining Whisperers gather the horde and attack Alexandria in a final showdown. Parts of the horde are dispatched whilst other parts are led away. Negan finally kills Beta, and the war is soon over.

36. Rick gives Negan, Roxy and Samuel supplies, weapons and a vehicle, indicating he wants them to leave now they’ve done their part. He also gives them a map that has an outpost marked within the safe zone where they will live.

37. At the outpost, the three settle in and they celebrate Samuels’ first birthday. Negan can finally really bond with his son. Roxy finds Negan asleep on the couch with Samuel asleep on his chest and smiles, feeling content.

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All the Many Shades of Gerry - Chapter 19

Chapters: 19/19

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay/Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist

Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Gertrude Robinson, Elias Bouchard

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Library AU, Librarian Jon, Artist Gerry, Trans Male Character, Trans Martin Blackwood, Canon Asexual Character, Asexual Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist, Ace Subtype - Sex Positive, Polyamory, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Falling In Love, Boys in Skirts, Kissing, Demisexual Gerard Keay, Minor Character Death, Past Character Death, Canon-Typical Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Flirting, Minor Jonathan “Jon” Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker, Adventures in Hair Dying, Happy Ending, Banter, Gerry has a lot of sass, Gerard Keay is Morticia Adams, Jon is a very grumpy Librarian, Martin adores them anyway.

Summary: In which Gerry is a kaleidoscope and Jon and Martin can’t help falling in love with him.

He happens to love them back.

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"It’s skew.”

“Come and straighten it, then.”

“I’m spotting, you’re hanging.”

Gerry growls at him. Jon looks rather pleased about it.

Martin, who doesn’t want Gerry to hit their infuriating lover with a hammer, goes over to where he’s hanging the massive painting and tilts it minutely to the left. “Better?”

“Perfect!” Jon pronounces, clapping his hands.

Through some sort of witchcraft, the artist has hung the painting in such a position that it emulates where a window would be in a traditional room. It opens up the space in such a way that it seems less like a store room, and far more like a creative space that someone would actually enjoy spending time in.

The lightning helps too, warm light filtering from the ceiling and corner lamps, and LCD strips illuminating the bookshelves from inside.

All in all, considering this was a utilitarian storage space just a few weeks ago, it seems like a downright miracle.

The three of them lean back against Jon's desk, free of clutter for the first and only time in its life. The bookshelves are empty, and except for his new painting, so are the walls.

The piano occupies one wall, and Gerry hopes to hear it being played often.

Jon reaches out and takes Gerry's hand, drawing them close together affectionately. "How long have you been planning for us to move in?"

"Well, I wasn't planning, per se. Only considering the possibility." Gerry smirks confidently. "I know we're all a little bizarre, but this is the course of most relationships, and we could only spend so much time sleeping over before paying for three flats became superfluous."

"Besides," Martin continues for him. "There's no harm in planning for something you hope will happen eventually. Especially when your new flatmates will be this wildly good looking."

He gestures to himself dramatically, doing a small turn in place. Gerry and Jon laugh with him happily, until he stumbles back into Gerry's side, where he gets wrapped up under an arm.

"So do you like your new space, Jon?" Gerry cuddles around him, twisting the three of them into an odd sort of snuggle pretzel.

"I absolutely adore it." Jon utters happily, sighing in contentment as they all lean there together.

***

At the end of June, Jon hands over his keys and the three of them officially live together.

There's still a lot of settling to be done, even though they've been moving in together for almost six weeks by that point. The boxes are unpacked, but they still need to make it a comfortable home for all of them, a certainty that comes only with time.

Martin and Jon both love their studies, a matching pair that look and feel completely opposite.

Martin opts for a small bedroom, keeping the bed from his old flat, his painting hung opposite. He finds an antique writing desk at a charity store, and installs it for writing poetry or working on his laptop in the evenings.

He adorns the walls with pictures and posters, and random pieces of poetry and music that he loves.

It's a cozy space that he adores, even though he opts to sleep in the master bedroom almost always. The option makes him feel like he has his own breathing room, even if he rarely needs it.

Jon's is more of a true study, with a large desk taking up the majority of the space. His walls are lined with shelves, and he promptly fills them with books and knickknacks. The odd collection includes first edition classics, next to mass market paperbacks and music books, with non-fiction nature and animal books scattered throughout. These are interwoven with seashells, tiny mechanical statues and several flowers preserved in resin, gifts from Martin throughout their relationship.

On the wall above the piano, he hangs framed photos of his parents, himself with Gerry as a teen, and all three of them together as adults. The photo he once took of Martin, Gerry and Tim hangs right in the centre, all his favorite humans in one frame. He hangs the sketch of him and Martin in the park from when they were all courting, as well as the others he has stolen from Gerry over time.

Gerry embraces the chaos and upheaval as if it's all he ever wanted, and really, it is. A home, with the people he loves, noisy and frenetic, loving and comfortable.

In the middle of July, he quits his job at the bar in the middle of a shift, with very little contemplation or preamble.

He smiles at his lovers radiantly when he comes through the door several hours early to find them watching a movie.

"What happened?" Martin queries, clear concern lining his expressive face.

"I quit." Gerry flops down between them, snuggling down immediately.

"But why?" Presses a sleepy Jon, trying to hide a yawn behind his hand.

Gerry shrugs. "I got the job because I was bored, essentially. I wanted to interact with interesting people and I didn't know anyone in London anymore. But tonight I realized how badly I wanted to be right here, with you two." He smiles at them, trying to explain without conveying too many of his sappy emotions. "l honestly couldn't think of one reason to be working at midnight on a Saturday, instead of at home, or out on a date, or literally anything else we could be doing together. So I quit."

"Oh Gerry." Jon whispers, both of them carefully tuned to his moods, regardless of his attempts at seeming unconcerned.

"I don't feel the need to fill my time and chase inspiration anymore. I just want to be with you. Both of you." He kisses first Martin's hand, then Jon's, grinning at them all the way.

"I love you. I'm happy you're home." Jon whispers to him, sleepy and content.

Martin hums an agreement, squeezing his hand and smiling down at him lovingly.

They watch their movie and then go to bed all together, and Gerry knows he's made the best choice of his life.

***

Gerry finds himself with an odd amount of time on his hands while his partners go to work during the day, like normal people.

He decides to take on several art commissions from clients he's actually interested in working for, which thrills Gertrude. He doesn't think it entirely makes up for his boyfriend hitting Peter Lukas in the middle of a showcase, but it's a start.

He also indulges himself and buys a new tattoo machine.

He's not really interested in taking clients again, but… well, he wants it and so he gets it. If it's only to use on himself or the occasional visitor, then that's fine by him.

"You have everything you need to give tattoos now, right?" Martin asks him one early morning.

Gerry is still mostly asleep, clutching a cup of tea and petting Saturn where he perches on his lap. He blinks at Martin, confused.

"I think so. I mean, I haven't used my machine yet, but there's really only one way to test it out." Gerry tilts his head curiously, sunlight glittering in his hair, dyed back to its original black. "Why do you ask?"

"Do you want to give me one?" Martin grins at him a bit shyly.

Gerry sits up straight, instantly wide awake. "Yes. So much."

Martin laughs warmly. "You have the same look on your face that Luna gets when we take out the catnip toys."

Uncaring about how eager he might look, Gerry shoos Saturn to go over and kneel by Martin. "I would be honored to have your tattoo virginity. Do you want me to draw something?"

"Yes," Martin tells him with a grin, "that's exactly what I want. A Gerry Delano original, right on my skin."

"What do you want it to be?" Gerry's teal eyes are bright and slightly manic, and Martin glories in the sensation of producing a new reaction in his lover.

"It's entirely up to you." He responds, pressing a firm kiss to Gerry's mouth. "I want to see what makes you think of me."

"Oh, I like it." He declares, jumping up and going off to find a sketchbook.

Martin sips his tea and smiles to himself, very pleased indeed.

***

"You're just going to let him give you whatever he wants to?" Jon blanches when Martin tells him.

"Relax Jon, it's Gerry, not some evil mastermind. He'll draw something I like. And if I don't, it's not hard, I just tell him no."

Jon, who rather considers that Gerry is an evil mastermind, does not look convinced. "But…"

"Hush, love." Martin tells him firmly.

Gerry, drawing under the window nearby, takes no notice of them. He has a focused frown on his face as he concentrates on the careful lines appearing on his page.

Martin considers it a rare pleasure to just watch him draw, and tries to guess what might be forming on the page before him.

He completely trusts that Gerry knows him exactly well enough to draw him the perfect tattoo. And then he can have his own piece of Gerry, inked right into his skin.

When he sits back down with Jon and Martin a little later, he has a smudge of charcoal above his eyebrow, and Martin gently rubs it away before Gerry has a chance to start talking. He blushes quite uncharacteristically, and Martin knows it means he's been swirling in the frantic rush of his own creativity.

"So I have a proposal for you." Gerry starts, body humming with excitement. "A tattoo in two parts, if you will."

"Yeah?" Martin encourages him, just as interested.

Gerry collects Martin's hand in both of his own, running a thumb over a spot on his wrist. It's the same place that Jon has his own tattoo, which immediately makes Martin pleased. "A small crescent moon, right here. The placement to match with Jon, the symbol for Luna."

Gerry pushes a scrap of paper forward, an elegant crescent moon filling space.

"For the other…" Gerry turns over the larger page, handing it to Martin.

There's an immeasurable beat of silence as Martin contemplates the design before him. A set of waxing and waning moons, connected by a series of dots, lines and more dots making a background of geometric shapes.

He… feels it. He understands now, what Jon had meant, when he described seeing the inspiration for his own tattoo for the first time. It's a representation of some inner part of himself, normally hidden from the world, but carefully unearthed for his lovers, over the course of many months and endless intimacy.

"Martin?" Gerry entreats, leaning minutely closer to him.

"I love it." He whispers, pulling the goth over to kiss him fiercely. They tangle together pleasantly, for several moments, everything else falling away as they get absorbed in each other.

"Not that anyone asked me, but I like it as well." Jon informs them pertly.

"Your opinion is as important to us as ever, baby." Gerry replies, grinning proudly. He turns back to Martin. "Where do you want it?"

Martin considers for a moment, before getting up and pulling off his shirt and jumper, leaving himself bare from the waist up. He still feels a small pang of shyness to be naked in any way, but confidence born of time and perspective drown most of it away now.

He and Gerry stand facing each other. Martin lifts the other man's hand, placing it on his sternum, over his softly pounding heart.

"Right here?" Gerry asks, voice soft.

"Right here." Martin affirms.

***

In the end, Gerry takes them over to Melanie's tattoo shop to work on Martin. He lists a number of reasons, but really, he finds a certain amount of comfort working under the stark lights and amid the buzzing of other machines.

They do the small tattoo first, and Martin sits for it exceptionally well.

Before Gerry starts the sternum piece, an endeavor of several hours, Georgie arrives and drags Jon off to drink coffee and catch up in a nearby coffee shop. Melanie goes into the next room to take another client, and Gerry and Martin are left alone together.

"Ready, love?" Gerry asks as he finishes placing the stencil, bisecting his chest.

"I'm nervous," Martin confesses softly.

Gerry doesn't move his gloved hands, not wanting to contaminate them, but he does press their foreheads together gently, taking a moment to sooth Martin with his companionship.

"Do you want to take a break? You can just sit with the stencil for a while." Gerry leans forward and places a swift kiss on Martin's nose, before retreating from his personal space.

"No, I'm ready." He smiles, biting his lip a little. "I just- I feel like this is a big moment, you know?"

"It is. You're embracing who you really are." Gerry runs a finger along one of Martin's chest scars, considering. "You're choosing to love yourself instead of just tolerating him."

"How can you always tell?" Martin whispers the words, voice heavy with emotion. "How can you put things into words like that, so simply."

"I know you. You think I don't see when you avoid looking in the mirror. You hope I don't notice that you used to hate being naked, even with Jon and I." Gerry pauses, tripping Martin's head up with the tip of a finger, minimizing contact still. "But I see you, Martin. I love you just the way you are. And I want you to love yourself just the same. I'll tell you everyday, show you constantly, if I need to."

Martin is crying for real now, tears streaming down his face. Gerry abandons his sterility, pulling Martin into his arms. He rocks his lover gently, and they are just together for a moment, no need to rush, no distractions. Just them, and the comfort they find in each other.

"I love you too." Martin tells him simply, when they pull apart.

"Good," Gerry grins, kissing him thoroughly, the taste of salty tears on his lips. He stands, pulling off his ruined gloves and going to wash his hands again.

Martin takes a sip of the tea Jon made him before he left, smiling because Jon always makes it with a little more sugar than he allows himself. "I'm ready."

When Jon returns, they're just finished up, the last few moments of buzzing filling the air. He watches them together, artist and canvas, and loves them fiercely.

"How was coffee with Georgie?" Martin queries, taking his offered hand.

Jon relays the details as Gerry finishes, and then cleans up.

Jon and Gerry stand on either side of Martin in the mirror as he looks at it for the first time. Martin nods wildly, when Jon asks if he likes it, and they hug him from either side as he sheds a few more tears.

Jon had once thought that tattoos seemed very boring in comparison to Gerry's normal work, but seeing the design come alive on Martin's skin, full of feeling and depth, he can't help but think of it as the best thing his lover has ever done. Gerry can't help but agree.

"Let's go to the park!" Martin exclaims as they leave, after saying their goodbyes to Georgie and Melanie.

"The park?" Jon asks, laughing. "It's so windy."

"I don't care, I want to feed the ducks and eat ice cream with my boyfriends." He insists, giddy with happiness and adrenaline.

"Okay, but you're picking the flavours this time." Gerry says, taking one of Martin's hands. Jon takes the other.

"Deal."

***

Jon and Gerry find themselves watching Martin once again feed ducks as they sit beneath a tree, more than a year after the very first time.

"Why don't we come to the park more often?" Jon asks from where he reclines between Gerry's long legs.

His arms snake around his waist, and Jon feels very content and comfortable, despite the cutting wind.

"Because," Gerry kisses under an ear softly, "we live in England and it rains more than 100 days a year."

"He looks so happy here." They watch as Martin stoops to offer a piece of bread to a curious toddler. The child is inordinately pleased, and her mother watches on gratefully from nearby as they feed the rowdy birds together.

"Are you happy?" Gerry asks him, unexpectedly serious. "With your life, with me?"

"Gerry! Of course I'm happy with you." Jon sits up, turning in the tangle of Gerry's limbs to face him.

"I'm only checking on you." He runs a gentle finger down Jon's face, then cups his cheek affectionately. "I know how much stress work puts you under and I hate that for you."

Jon looks away from his intent gaze, fiddling with his fingers nervously. "Well, yeah. My job sucks. The worst part is, I love being a librarian! Being surrounded by books, helping people choose something to read or guiding them with their research. But that's so little of my job now, and Elias just finds new and interesting ways to put pressure on me. But I'm not qualified and I know I probably won't get another job in a library, especially not without a glowing recommendation from Elias-"

"And we both know that's never going to happen." Gerry finishes for him.

Jon nods and they just sit together a moment. Gerry lifts one of his hands and kisses each of his fingers and then his palm, until Jon blushes and smiles at him.

"I know you think it's annoying, so you keep your feelings about work inside, a lot of the time. I don't want you to do that anymore, okay? If you have a terrible job, then we all carry that."

"But-"

"Nope, no buts. We are all partners. That means more then dinner dates and living together and sex."

"And punching rich fuckers who hurt our Martin."

Gerry laughs, still reveling in Jon's unexpected protectiveness- and the violent manifestation of it. "Yes, that too. There will be other jobs, for all of us, probably. But our relationship, the three of us. We're forever."

"Like those tattoos that you gave Martin today?" Jon asks, pert glint in his eye.

"Yes, much like that." He smirks brazenly back. "And the one I gave you, and the ones I've given myself, over the years."

Gerry continues, squeezing Jon's hand, "I know that the idea of not being able to provide for yourself scares you, but we're in this together now. You don't have to cling to a job that you hate in case you're left without one at all."

"I-" Jon looks away, uncomfortable to be so well understood. Gerry stits with him, energy easy between them, just holding his hand, loving and supportive.

"I have been considering, that is, maybe becoming a school teacher." The confession is halting, and he offers it with a small shy smile.

"I think that's a wonderful idea." Gerry responds, gentle encouragement colouring his voice.

"I would probably have to go back to school for a year. Get a post-grad in Education. I wouldn't be working for most of that time, and my savings will only go so far, even without having to pay rent." Jon whispers, as if the words will be any less offensive to him if they are quiet.

"You know I can float you, especially for just a year. And Martin too."

"It just doesn't seem fair to burden you with that."

"It's not a burden, it's a part of life. You think you're so old, that you should be settled, but you're barely 30, Jon. You still have time to make new life choices occasionally, and the point of being in a relationship is that you let us support you every now and then." Gerry is earnest and focused, and Jon can't help but believe him, long fingers cupping his face and teal eyes holding his gaze.

Martin arrives then, plonking down next to Jon and giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"What are we talking about then? Such serious faces."

Gerry nudges Jon, who haltingly offers Martin the same idea he told Gerry.

“Oh, I think that’s a great idea.” He says, eyes alight. “Like, high schoolers, right?”

“Yes, of course. Anyone under 10 is an alien and I don’t want to hear any arguments.”

They laugh at him, their contentment surrounding him warmly.

"You don't have to quit right away." Martin offers. "There are plenty of part time degree programs, and you have to apply first. It all takes time."

"You seem pretty clued up about it." Jon observes, narrowing his eyes at Martin suspiciously.

"Well, if you must know. I've been thinking about getting a business degree."

"Oh my God! Martin, how is this the first we're hearing about this?" Gerry demands, sitting up straight.

"I didn't want it to be a thing until I was sure, and the move was over." He confesses, "It's gonna take a lot of my free time and I wanted to discuss that with you both carefully."

"I'm gonna be living with two thirty year old students." Gerry mutters, shocked. He leans back against the tree again, running his fingers through his long hair.

"I haven't agreed yet-" Jon starts.

Martin speaks up at the same time. "You could get a degree too. We could all be students together."

"No, but thanks anyway." Gerry shudders, grimacing. He perks right back up. "I'll be your sexy study partner though."

"Gerard!" Jon cries, scandalised.

Gerry shakes his head. "As if I've never felt you up while you were trying to study for a test."

"Exactly!" Even Jon struggles to keep up his prim expression at that, and they tumble into pleasant laughter together.

"So," Martin hazards, "are we gonna do this?"

"Well, if you're going to. I suppose we should both get it done at the same time." Jon responds, still hesitant but clearly warming to the idea. "You're really okay with this, Gerry?"

Gerry beams at them both, a soft, special look in his eyes. "I'm more than okay with anything you want to do with your lives. In case you haven't noticed, I'm really very fond of you both."

Jon leans forward in the circle of Gerry's legs, pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss, before turning back to lay against his chest.

Martin shifts around to lean into his side, and Gerry tucks one arm around him, the other around Jon. Jon reaches out to take one of Martin's hands, and the three of them sit wrapped up together.

As ever, their own mutual magnetism draws them forever closer and closer, binding them to one another in an inexplicable tangle of love and affection.

"Do you think it will always be like this, between us?" Martin whispers gently, as the sun begins to set and the landscape sets ablaze before them.

"Probably not," Jon responds, voice warm and content. "Life will keep shifting like a tide, and we'll move with it, but the great thing about us is- we're moored together. Nothing can keep us apart, because what we have is stronger than whatever shifts and eddies might try to take us away."

"The gravity between us is fiercer than any storm, any disaster that might try to shake us." Gerry picks up Jon's train of thought, pulling them both minutely closer.

"Good," Martin says simply, fiercely in love and the happiest he's ever felt.

They watch the sun as it drops below the horizon, sometimes quiet and occasionally sharing some errant thought or another.

They eat ice cream on the way home, holding hands and laughing.

It's warm, and soft and peaceful.

And they're all, finally, home.

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #gerry keay #jongerrymartin #fic #also on ao3

[what-demyxs-name]

For the ship questionnaire, have you done LauriEven before?? If not, then I'm curious!

I have not done them yet! I was going to if I didn’t get an ask, so thanks!

Names are Lauriam and Even.

1. Who kissed the other first? I feel like this time it was a mutual thing. Lauriam was like “are you ok with being kissed” and Even looked away while blushing, mumbled a yes, looked back and they kissed. Like that.

2. What was their first fight about? There are, yet again, many things these two could argue about. Yet again tracing back to when they were Nobodies, a lot of arguments may have went down. I’ll say that it was probably back when they were assigned to Castle Oblivion, Marluxia said he got the highest authority and Vexen was like “w h a t” and they argued. Hands were thrown.

3. Who sleeps in the couch more often? None of them. A work desk, however...

4. Who drinks coffee and who drinks tea? None of them drink coffee, Lauriam drinks tea, Vexen has a giant water bottle by his side at all times.

5. Who goes grocery shopping more often? Lauriam, probably? I’d imagine he has a thing for flowers still, and while he doesn’t impulsively buy flowers there are times where he’d see one and think to himself “have I raised that one yet” as if they were his own children. And while he’s out, he’d go grocery shopping as well! Two blocks with one shield.

6. Who brings breakfast in bed? Hm. Close call but it would probably be Lauriam. Even still has bad habits of staying up late to do his work and while he’s trying to fix them, it’s not going well. Lauriam brings him breakfast in bed on the days where he actually sleeps because he knows he cannot stop him from working until he passes out, so he energizes him instead.

7. Who sleeps first? Definitely Lauriam. Even cannot sleep until at least 1 AM.

8. Who watches the other sleeping? Surprisingly, this time it’s Lauriam. Even is, yet again, too busy to watch his lover sleep.

9. Who met the parents in law first? None of them. I’m going to be completely honest, I think Even’s parents are dead. I’m under the impression they died when Radiant Garden fell to darkness and it’s the same tune with Lauriam; his parents died when Daybreak Town flooded.

10. Who does the laundry? Even. Lauriam’s practically married to flowers so bad scents really mess him up.

11. Who washes the dishes? In one of my previous requests (I think it was Xigbar and Vexen) I mentioned a rule that went like “if you use it, you wash it”. Same rule applies here.

12. Who cleans up the house? Even, he’s a clean freak.

13. Who washes the car? If they had a car, it’d be a shared effort. But because they both practically live in Ansem’s Castle as apprentices, it’s not necessary so they never got one.

14. Who brings take outs? I mentioned Lauriam goes grocery shopping while on flower runs so take-outs would be the same, except he does it more than grocery shopping.

15. Who calls the other to ask if they want something from the street? Lauriam again. Even hardly gets out.

16. Who’s more likely to make plans? Joined effort; ideas are from Lauriam and additions/changes to suit both of them are Even’s duty.

17. Who dreams about a big wedding? Lauriam. You can argue that what he’s thinking about is “medium sized” but it’s bigger than what Even has in mind.

18. Who breaks the cups? I made this point with Larxene and Marluxia, but both Lauriam and Even had to have had really good grip to hold their weapons properly.

19. Who holds the umbrella? I think Even is taller, so it would be him.

20. Who takes the other to the dance floor? Lauriam, Even does not dance unless instructed on what to do.

21. Who does the big romantic gestures? Lauriam. I don’t think I really need to state why here.

22. Who’s more likely to serenade? Lauriam again, Even never picked up the hobby. Though he does hum subconsciously, but stops when he’s distracted by something important.

23. Who forgets the wet towel in bed? Even’s hair is longer, but it’d be Lauriam. I genuinely think that after the whole 2nd Keyblade war thing with Xehanort, and with Lauriam regaining his memories, he cut it so it was short like his younger self. But he still has the habit of drying it until it’s dry and that may take a while, so the towel is forgotten there.

24. Who doesn’t pick up things when they fall? Again, good grip. But Even if he’s sleep deprived.

25. Who keeps losing the keys? Lauriam, he goes out more and puts his keys in random places.

26. Who sings the rap part? None of them. Lauriam despises rapping, whereas Even does not do anything music-related on purpose.

27. Who pretends to be sad just so the other will cheer they up? Even. He may seem mature but when he wants attention oh he will get it.

28. Who wakes up ready for a marathon? None of them, they’re both either cranky or just tired after waking up.

29. Who buys them tickets for shows? Depends on who has more money on their hands that isn’t being used for bills and stuff, but it’s usually Even.

30. Who chooses the movie? Lauriam, but Even does get the final say.

31. Who says ‘I love you’ more often? Lauriam again, but it’s because Even gets embarrassed easily even when no one else is around.

32. Who keeps waving at people after they got engaged? Probably Lauriam, since he goes out more.

33. Who uses the most ridiculous nicknames for the other? Lauriam has the most nicknames for Even, but Even does call him “Rose Petal Effect” so this probably goes to Even.

34. Who’s responsible for date nights? Mutual agreement again; Lauriam lists the ideas, Even checks for additions and changes.

35. Who wakes up one day and decides to stay in bed? Even if he actually sleeps, but once he’s awake he is awake.

COUNTER

Lauriam: 14/35

Even: 7/35

Both: 14/35

#organization xiii #organization xiii headcanons #kh lauriam #lauriam #kh even #even #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts headcanon #also ramourzi ive scrolled through your blog before and i love it #your art is wonderful and i love scrolling through them #the memes though #a whole mood

[uyujeongin-blog]

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY

o   hyunin

o fluff, humor if you squint your eyes

o   jeongin's first kiss

o   hyunjin teaches him how to kiss

o 1 744 words

  You can say these two have been friends since forever and cause of that they share a lot of moments, happy and sad ones. A lot of laughter, tears, hugs, unslept nights when they studied together, funny video calls, friendly dates, stupid arguments and much more. Now there was another thing they shared, a memory that they'll put in their best memories collection.

They sat in Jeongin's car, more likely 'his mum's old one and since he only got his drivers licence she gave him this one as a present'. And honestly, he's not complaining since it's a three years old Volkswagen which is still in its best shape. The point is, they sat in Jeongin's car after his date was over, more likely drastically over as Jeongin would point out. He went on a date with a girl, okay cute stuff, right? But what's not cute is that when she leaned up to kiss him the boy ran. He literally panicked so bad that he dashed away, zoomed into the distance, yeeted away as his friend Felix would always say. So now he's seated in his car with his best friend sitting next to him whilst slurping on the bubble tea the boy had to buy for him since he dragged him out at literally 10pm to talk about what happened.

The younger was staring down at his hands still regretting what he did as Hyunjin is looking at him in silence before he voices. “Maybe you're gay” – Jeongin sighed at his comment. “I'm pan, hyung. For the thousand time.” – all he got in response was the slurping sound that came from his best friend so he continued. “The problem is, as I already told you, that she wanted to kiss me. It was literally our first date and I barely know the girl.” – “Also add the fact that you're inexperienced at kissing.” – “And that I only said yes to her when she asked me out cause she’s my only admirer and cause I felt pity for myself since I’ve never been on a date before and I’m already 18.” – they both sigh in sync. Silence filling the air before Hyunjin decides to break it. “Want me to teach you how to kiss?”

That question made the younger turn his head towards the boy with a surprised look. That question made Jeongin remember what was the other reason he went out with that girl. You see, Jeongin has a mini crush on his best friend, at least he hopes it’s a mini one. When he came to that realization he tried everything so he won’t think about it. He asked Seungmin on a date trying to convince himself to like the boy, which was a stupid move since Seungmin didn’t really see the boy as something more than friends. Then that girl came in, which was a good opportunity but turned out to be a flop since he even barely knows her—and the embarrassing part of the date of course.

The reason of him trying not to crush more on the boy is obvious. First thing being if they do end up together and if they break up it’ll ruin their friendship and Jeongin doesn’t really want that and the other thing is his low self-esteem, which is lower than his friend’s, Felix’s voice, telling him that Hyunjin probably doesn’t like him in that way.

Moving back to the situation Jeongin found himself in. He was still staring at Hyunjin like he saw a ghost which made the boy snap his fingers in front of Jeongin’s eyes to bring him back to reality. “Wait what?” – he asked dumbfounded. “If you don’t want to just say it.” – Hyunjin was too calm in this situation unlike Jeongin was inside. ‘kissing those plump, soft lips that came out of heaven, having them on his own, then feeling his tongue that came out of hell to make him sin—it’s a yes from me’ the frozen boy thought but he wasn’t able to say it out loud. Only thing that came out from him is a ‘uummm’ while his best friend on the other hand was sucking in the boba, that was left, with his straw. “Yea, sure” – the words came out of Jeongin without his will as he cussed in his head.

 Hyunjin smiled to himself a bit before speaking up “Then drive us to your place, I’m starting to get cold here and it won’t be practical doing it over this thingy.” – “Doing what?” – “Kissing, dumbass” – “Aha, yes yes” – without thinking twice he turned on the engine and started to drive to his studio apartment. Since he was a first-year college student with not much money and not wanting to live with his parents anymore, he decided to pay for a studio which he decorated pretty well with the ikea stuff and some of his plant pets so it looked cozy. And since he gets a lot of nice feedback from his friends when they come over it really makes him happy about it.

 When they came to his place Hyunjin took of his jacket and tossed it on the bed carelessly, placing the empty bubble tea away. Jeongin placed his coat neatly away and sighed softy when it hit him again on why they’re here. Hyunjin sat on the boy’s bed and looked at him with innocent eyes. The younger slowly made his way towards the seated boy, his mind running busy, his heart beating at a rapid speed and he even needed to check his pulse as how unreal this felt. Did he pass out after he proposed the idea, is he unconscious and actually imagining all of this? So many questions were running in his dizzy mind that when he actually stood in front of Hyunjin he didn’t register his voice calling for him and his soft touch on his hand. “If you feel like this is wrong we don’t have to do it, Innie.” – “No no, I want to! — I mean, you know, I want you to teach me—please, hyung.” – the last two words made Hyunjin lick his lips slowly while looking directly into the younger’s eyes. By placing his hands on Jeongin’s hips he made him come between his legs. The props of the bed being high enough and Jeongin’s short height required for the boy to lean down just a bit and he’ll manage to kiss him. Hyunjin’s hand’s rested on the younger’s hips as I.n’s hands were on Hyunjin’s shoulders.

 They were looking into each other’s eyes for a solid minute, and in that moment Jeongin actually felt like Hyunjin was admiring him? He couldn’t tear his eyes away no matter how shy he felt in this moment. He was memorising every little flawless feature on the boy’s face. The tiny mole under his right eye, his sparkly eyes that were looking at him with pureness, his big cute nose that fits him perfectly, the soft cheeks which he now slowly placed his fingertips on to remind himself how soft they actually are, his plump lips that always look wet and shiny cause of how many times he glazes his tongue over them. Those highlighted parts he admired the most. In the next second without thinking straight (since he thought gay), he leaned down a bit and placed his lips onto his, capturing his bottom one between his own two. It felt amazing to him, only the connection made him melt into his touch.

 After what felt too short, he felt Hyunjin start to move his lips, he started to kiss him all so gently like he was his fragile little flower. So of course, the younger started to do the same, he tried his best not wanting to do any mistakes. This was going to be placed into the moments he cherishes so much with him, he doesn’t care in this moment if this’ll affect on them in any kind of way he just wanted to continue to kiss him all day.

 When Jeongin got the grip on it their lips started to move naturally in a slow flow. The next thing the younger felt was Hyunjin’s tongue lick over his bottom lip, ‘which means he’s asking for entrance, right? He wants to take it to another level and actually make out with me?’ – he panicked a bit but tried to keep it cool. Parting his lips a bit made Hyunjin immediately push his tongue into the boy’s mouth which caused him to let out a breathy moan. ‘Why did I just do that? Did he hear it, fuck—he’s smirking, he heard it, fuck fuck fuck’ – the boy’s thoughts ran wild again but he couldn’t pull away now. Was it cause he enjoyed the taste of sinning or was it cause he was gonna feel stupid if he backs out now. Not wanting to know the reason himself, the kiss was actually starting to turn into a hot make out session. Hyunjin’s hands ran under Jeongin’s shirt as he caressed his back slowly, the action made the boy push his fingers into Hyunjin’s hair and lightly pull on it which made the boy release a deep moan. And he felt that, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a tingly feeling go down the pit of his stomach.

 After what felt like hours they finally parted to take a breath. Panting against each other’s swollen, red and shiny lips, Hyunjin made the boy sit on his lap as his hands laid on his waist. “Did you lie to me?” – “W- What?” – “You lied to me that you’re a bad kisser.” – the boy smiled shily and looked away. “Save those lips for me, would you?” – his statement made the boy look at him again with a raised brow. “Let me be the only one who will kiss you.” – he leaned in to leave small kisses on the boy’s neck, finding the sweet spot when Jeongin made a small breathy moan and started to gently suck on it. This escalated so quickly and the boy felt so lost in the pleasure he was giving him, closing his eyes automatically as his lips parted. Small shy moans started to leave his still-swollen-lips.

 “Be mine, Innie.” – he voiced against his skin that had a small redish mark by now.

#hyunin #skz fluff #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #hyunin fanfic #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #yang jeongin #hyunjin fanfic #jeongin fanfic

[renaer-is-allegedly-hot]

session 15 notes

Ok true crime as in my new addiction is true crime podcasts specifically about serial killers

Back to the session

 After getting a bit of a reality check from durnan about the supposed strength and power of the xanathar guild…

Protected our home w glyphs of warding

Last day of our contract

Spell is set to fade soon

Asyna is feeding ot

Ot looks at asyna like he's a cornered animal

"ot here's some meat"

Why is krystal roasting me about my lover

He wants poison

Ot is calling his jailers idiotic

Oh no aerana might be spilling beans

I really shouldn't be allowed to play games

Because I will always turn to the chaotic evil character

Aerana isn't giving anything up

Theo tells us about the plumbers who came over last night

Aerana is going to typ, rest of party is staking out house

Shifts to watch ot, adam takes front, asyna tower lookout (it's foggy tho so perception check at disadvantage, 9; city looks a little eerie in the fog)

Cel puts immovable rod across cellar door

Ot is suspicious whenever cel comes in

"you cannot fool me xanathar"

Cel making theo a new cloak

Ot asks cel when he'll turn him into dust

The xanathar can turn ppl into dust

Flare ?

Is flare the brain boy ?

I don't like the energy we've created around the word "enlightenment"

Cel rolls 18 insight check

Ot doesn't think cel is cel

Cel is gonna just vibe witth him

"WHEN U SLAY ME I WILL THINK NOTHING BUT HATEFUL THOUGHTS"

Sorry didn't mean caps but too lazy to fix

Everyone else

Adam in front hissing at neighbors and cats, 7

Hears pavement scuffle, someone approaches and reddish gtray beard person w non-descript gray cloak approaches; trench

Doesn't remember cellar and plumbers guild coming by night before

Trench says he can help

Help get bar open

Used to drink there a lot

Gets parchment and quill with ink

Rolls insight to see if bar was only thing he wasd interested in, 13, trench seems v interested

Works in surveillance, protection

Gives him cel and theo's name "5 copper please"

Gets 5

Adam picks his nose

Theo patrols entrances

13 for perception

Overlaps path w adam's

Aerana to typ

Afternoon when there

Similar pattern to those there; frequent patrons

"if I'm making up words, it's not really hitler"

8 perception

Place feels open, not as packed as it usually is

Still feel sensation of cold from the well

Wizard w pointy red hat a regular

You see goliath wizard talking to a dwarven woman

Aerana sees an elven man (bard) w "ugliest guy you've seen in your goddamn life" dom says but only after we point out he looks like legolas, tuning a lute

Sense you've seen him before

The wellllllllllllllllll

It is better told by a bard

Some patrons old and strange, others just like to drink

But ritual in the storytelling

Durnan built

Gwyliam

Talking in elvish

Place formerly not too populated

But one of durnan's ancestors came over to build upon it and discovered the well

Network of tunnels underneath

20 for history check

Familiar with some of what he's saying

Parents would throw you into the undermountain if you were bad

Undermountain = stirs weird memory in your head

Being told as a child stories of undermountain

Deep dark fearsome place

Mt waterdeep wizard came here once named hallister the black cloak

Hallister - ppl don't know where he was from / if he was real but legendary

Brought apprentices trained in magical arts

Tunneled on peak of mt waterdeep

Legend of undermountain could not be verified as truth

Durnan's ancestor came to typ

Climbed into well

"I wouldn't bring this up around him" - doesn't talk abt

When ancestor returned was fabulously rich

Split money with best friend

Built typ

Occasionally engages in ritual of going

No one truly knows what lies in undermountain but there's something there bc some return but most do not

"it might just be the sewer" - "but don't tell anyone I said that"

Differing renditions

Some say durnan was the one with magical powers and killed everyone in there, or more nuanced speaking only of tragedy of those who return who come back fearful or returning with smaller parties; others talk more of hallister and argue over his life; every night a different story

Ask if he knows anyone who's come back

Gestures to half-orc in corner playing variation of solitaire; great celebration when he returned, he came back with riches

He is a regular

21 history check

Undermountain

Familiar name

"Deepest dungeon of them all"

When sewers were built many passages abandoned bc other halls + passages found, many teams from cellars and plumbers guild died during construction of the sewers

Prisoners often thrown into "undermountain"

Says even tho he's here most days there's still stuff he doesn't understand about it; new community reforged every night

At some point durnan talking to wizard and having a conversation which is odd ? Eventually wizard looks at aerana (old man) skinny pointy red hat

Wizard squinting at aerana then turns back to conversation

Try talking to half-orc

Interesting plated beard almost like that on dwarves wrt ornamentation; jewelry running through it

Wiry half-orc

Not skinny but muscled

Weird tattoos covering one side of his face looking like they change a little bit

Balanced a little precariously

Ask if he wants to play a two-person card game bc he's playing solitaire

Ask for his favorite game, Skipper (slapjack)

Dexterity check

5, 20, 10

First round you lose, his fingers have strange looking rings beautiful but rough-worn bands of steel or other heavy metal

Second you win

Third round he takes

"say not many people can beat me in that game"

"luck favors the bold"

In the well

Hell but now look at him can gamble all he wants

City of balder's gate

Large city rough place to grow up

Turned into rough child living on streets

Says his name is Sand

Balder's gate warlords make life difficult so he decided to leave

Was found in youth by someone who turned his anger into smth holy

Ran into thieves and plunderers of forgotten relics, became brother and sister and decided to take on deepest dungeon of them all

Horrible things - asks if you've heard the song

The yawning portal song

Not many people know the full tale

Was taught to be skeptical (it's in his nature or maybe his name)

Not sure how long he was in there or didn't know when he was in there

No light

Tunnels are confusing and without it would've been lost; found room with throne with snakes for arms

Great hallway with ancient trap

Living things also in there; all manner of beasts and creatures; ppl don't come back bc of those

Killed goblins down there but after the things he's seen and after the things he'd had to do could've gone with killing a few more goblins

Advice ? Some will sell maps of what they found or what they think they've seen; anyone can tell u abt beasts down there

Durnan wouldn't lower us down

Durnan doesn’t send ppl to their deaths

Durnan lowers people he deems worthy

Strong brave smart fast bold enough or some combo

But even then not everyone comes back

It's a place of death

Not buying him lunch lmao

Has broken into dangerous old elf dungeons like in the ones up north and would do it again if he could unsee some of the things he saw down in the well

A place of death but things move in the shadows w tombs down there and tunnels for miles hallways great and tall, treasures, beasts keeping it for themselves

Ask about tattoos

Gift from master

The person who saved him in balder's gate

Steeped in magic of shadows

Powerful bc he is strong but qi is stronger still

Aerana gets back home but starts to rain heavily

Ppl still patrolling

Adam

Sees drow ? W purple colored eyes silver-ish hair hiding weapons under his cloak steps up and says "pardon me" and asks if adam's seen a cat

Large cat - would've know if saw it

Adam sends drow to trench

Adam gives him good up and down look, can he see weapons ? Carrying two cinotaurs ??? Sinotaur ???? Adam rolls insight for cat

14, seems like he's talking abt a cat

Heads off to trench

Asyna in watchtower guessing ppl's names

Cel and theo switch

Theo says hi to ot, ot curled up in corner

Whispers "hey ot what's up"

Says he should've gone with his gut on the day theo arrived

"dark elegance" "the way you glided into the room" - ot on theo

Ot says he knows how the xanathar pays theo

"I guess seeing you was a realization of my deepest fear" a fear he couldn't name or place or knew he had but out of the darkness theo stepped forward

"I'm curious . How long do you leave your victims like this"

Ot starts to cry and says he would beg her to keep him in this place

"this voice you're using I find it sweet"

"I just don't want to wake up before the end"

Theo is gonna get him food

"the poor dead tiefling told me yesterday"

7 insight

Theo does not know what's happening

Says the water theo gives him looks real

Looks at the wall drinks some water

"and it tastes real"

We kinda fucked ot up LMAO OOPS

"I know that you don’t have a heart… but if there's any chance that anything I've ever said or thought about you could take root in your soul"

Theo says she'll consider his request

Sits there for a half hour then asks if that's her real name

"nithlur" or smth like that

Nihloor

"where'd you hear that"

In his head lmao

What if this is like

A tapeworm

In his head

"what does knowledge taste like"

Asks if it's a feeling or a thought

Theo says it's a feeling

Ot says whatever knowledge is it's valuable to the right thing

Wonders if he can take a nap

Gonna take a nap

Adam forgot he made ott think he was dead

Aerana is taking over for theo

Adam takes first watch

Perception check, 22

Raining ohp so at disadvantage gotta do it again

New roll, 12

Rain is still falling

Hears a weird noise coming from outside the house

Uses thaumaturgy to boom voice saying "wake up"

Everyone sleeping wakes up

Goes toward sound

Hears weird growling noise

Goes semi-toward noise w pyrotechnics prepared; darkvision does he see anything

Sees shape

It's not the cat

Unfamiliar, looks like it's flying but more like it's floating

Bobbing up and down in air

Creature w large glassy eye and sagging mouth w lots of sharp teeth

Sticking out from form are eyes attached to a slug protruding off it w glassy eyes hanging off it

Intense stench making icky moaning noise

Adam shits his pants

It's big

The size of its mouth is human size

I've been listening to serial killer podcasts all day

#dnd #d&d #sn #15 #oh god

[claiirvoyants]

𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋.

        ❝   yesterday,   you   were   an   OLD   MAN   spitting   cherry   pits   into   the   weeds.   today   you   are   a   fisherman’s   daughter,   dragging   small   minnow-nets   through   the   𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔.   tomorrow   you   could   be   a   DOE-EYED   dancer,   an   ash-stained   chimney   sweep,   a   beggar   singing   psalms,   anyone.   when   you   lean   over   the   side   of   the   lake,   the    𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲   𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬   whisper,   be   free.   taste   the   air.   do   you   feel   the   echoes   of   ancient   energies   moving   into   new   bodies?   they   learn   of   suffering   and   beauty,   again,   again.   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐒.   ❞ 

         hey,   isn’t   that   SYBILL   PATRICIA   TRELAWNEY?   i   read   a   daily   prophet   article   on   them,   once   ;   the   forty   eight   year   old   halfblood   WITCH   is   a   ravenclaw   alumnus   who   has   gone   on   to   be   the   professor   of   divination   at   hogwarts   school.   i’ve   heard   they   can   be   quite   ECCENTRIC   &   VIVACIOUS,   but   i   don’t   know...   they   came   off   very   RUMINATIVE   &   HAUGHTY   in   that   interview.   it   really   is   hard   to   know   what   to   believe   these   days   though,   isn’t   it?   click   𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   for   statistics   and    𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   for   her   pinterest.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.

buckle up ! i’m abt to show u guys i can write a short or at least SNAPPY intro.

sybill was born in the seaside town of port isaac in 1972, the product of an affair between her pure blood mommy ( cressida trelawney ) and a muggle daddy ( edwin teague ). 

cressida knew abt edwin’s muggle wife. edwin’s muggle wife ( and his daughter eugenia, sybill’s half sibling ) did NOT know about his witchy gf. what happens in btwn the lines of the wizarding world stays within the lines of the wizarding world, ig.

sybill’s dad died p suddenly when she was six, and he didn’t leave anything to either her or her mum, cause... men ain’t shit ! learn it. anyway, sybill’s mum begged her slightly estranged family for like, something, and prob would have got NOTHING if she hadn’t said ‘hey, my daughter is totally the next cassandra ( and also DEFINITELY a pureblood )-’

this changed things a bit, even tho at the time... sybill had not shown any actual prophetic talent, lmao. she was a six yr old playing like, dolls, and trying to bring fishies home from the seashore in glass bottles, u know? 

the fam took them back under their wings, and sybill was told to keep her little mouth shut ( in like, a kind of nice way ) about both the fact she was a halfblood ( she prob didn’t conceptualize this one very well at six ) and the fact she was not a seer. she also prob didn’t conceptualize this very well. but playing pretend is something kids LIKE to do, so when cressida told sybill to say some mysterious things and play this role, she took to it immediately ! it was fun ! 

it stopped being fun PRETTY quickly, but as sybill got older and understood things a bit more, she clued in to the fact that her grandparents and extended trelawney family were quite... uh, to put it mildly, strict. her mum had gone out into the world on her own because she didn’t fit in the box that the trelawney’s had expected her to ( like a lot of pureblood fams ), and sybill was a lot more like cressida than she was the rest of her fam, and she was also, like. way more attached to her than she was them, so while it stopped being a fun game, she still kept to it for her mummy.

got her hogwarts letter. headed off. breathed an actual sigh of RELIEF when she was on the train, cause... she didn’t have to pretend to be something she was pretty sure she wasn’t anymore, and at hogwarts, she wouldn’t have to go through the ‘training’ and ‘lessons’ for her future as a famed seer that her fam were prepping her for. she got sorted into ravenclaw, which tracked ( most of the fam were ), and she just... went abt her life.

i know this is gonna sound wild. but at hogwarts, sybill was... exceedingly ordinary. she was a well behaved young lady who was assumed to be of quality breeding, and though her grandparents spoke highly of their little seer granddaughter to their friends, the kids and grandkids of those people didn’t really ... know much about this. sybill flew pretty far under the radar, and that was how she liked it. she graduated with top marks, turned of age, and started working for her grandparents on a full time basis in the little fortune teller shop they had at this point in time at the divide between knockturn alley and diagon alley - she’d already spent summers with them, so it was just one more step. still, no discernible seer talent.

very appropriately, it all started with death omens. sybill had always faked what she was seeing cause she sort of had to, so she’d always made the future sound pretty bleak - but there’s bleak and then there’s seeing grims wherever she went. a month later, her grandmother ( a woman who sybill could never decide was either a talented seer in her own right or a talented liar also ) was dead. it was sudden, and things seemed to escalate exponentially from here. within a year, her grandfather, an aunt and her own mother had passed on ; and sybill had started to notice. changes.

kinda hard not to notice the fact she was beginning to go to sleep in a very warm and cosy bed and wake up barefoot and naked in the middle of the creek at the bottom of the garden, arms raised to the sky, images seered to the back of her eyelids. sybill consulted dozens of healers. she was given dozens of different potions to aid her sleeping, she was told that she had been through a lot of loss in a short amount of time, it was natural to begin having sleeping issues and the images she saw were only NIGHTMARES, or dreams, or the echo of something normal from her subconscious. the potions didn’t work tho ! the spells, the advice, the grief counselling they sent her to... over the next while, sybill’s life really began to unravel, and she couldn’t understand it, so she definitely couldn’t explain it. 

throw everything together and mix some severe money issues in as sybill was never very good at actually running the store and was now dealing with a whole lot of confusing shit - she loses the shop, then the house, and this is what eventually brought her to albus dumbledore, where - haha ! - she made her first ever actual prophecy. fun ! sucks she doesn’t rmbr it <3 

sybill got the job based on that, but figured it was cause he liked her a lot ( he didn’t ). life straightens out somewhat, she moves into hogwarts ( did eventually buy a cottage in hogsmeade since she got married and w/e, but is back living in hogwarts now they’re divorced ), she terrifies students for many years over, blah blah blah. makes a second prophecy to harry potter ( doesn’t rmbr that one either ), fights in the battle of the astronomy tower, fights in the battle of hogwarts, yada yada yada.

i won’t say whether she ever thought herself a legitimate seer, or ever learned to think of herself as one, or ever figured that was maybe what her ( still persistent ) sleep walking was. got my thoughts ! think its fun to just leave it at : maybe ! maybe she’s a seer, maybe she’s half of one, maybe she’s a real good liar. she had plenty of practice ! either way, she really embraced her weirdness ( shoutout to mama cressida for teaching her to b weird and love every second of it ) and has spent the past couple decades just straight vibing. 

can’t think of anything else to add. come to syb if u want some wizard pot ?

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their EX WIFE / PARTNER who resembles SARAH SHAHI, RENEE ELISE GOLDSBERRY, CARLA GUGINO, SARAH RAFFERTY / ANY FC and should be 45+. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying.   (   i’m really open ! mostly because i'm entirely erasing the mr higglebottom thing, so we have so much freedom here in terms of… how they met, when they fell in love, how long they were married, how they’re dealing with the co-parenting thing, etc. sybill really did love them, that much i do know - but the marriage fell apart in my mind, sometime before the battle of hogwarts. maybe during her disastrous fifth year, when professor umbridge was, you know, attempting to ruin her life. i imagine they were a bit more maternal than sybill, and probably entertained / were even quite fond of how eccentric she was for years, but just eventually… got tired of it, or of how she wasn’t really putting their homelife above hogwarts, etc, and love just… was not enough to save ‘em. i think it’d be neat if they were a professor at hogwarts, too - maybe even a canonical one, like aurora sinistra ! - and their cute little staff room moments turned into total awkwardness for everyone else at the school < / 3   )

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their ADOPTIVE CHILD who resembles TATI GABRIELLE, ASA BUTTERFIELD, KAYLEE BRYANT, VERNON CHWE / ANY FC and should be 18 - 22. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying.   (   you have some choices ! i don’t mind whether they’re biologically her ex wifes, for example, or whether they were adopted, and if so, they absolutely could have been adopted at a later age - in fact, i think it’d be really interesting if they were. they were raised by sybill and her now ex wife, anyway, and would have attended hogwarts - unless… honestly, if u wanted to go a route of them being a squib or something i would be HERE for it - but, really, i don’t think that sybill has been the best of mothers, especially since she’s always been the sort of woman to put her ‘career’ [ which in her case is just, her being a seer ] above all else. she never would have intended to be the absent parent, and i guarantee she’s tried to be the ‘fun one’ moreso than that, but i gotta say. huge believer in acknowledging the faults of my chars. honestly, i feel like kids just aren’t her thing, and the likelihood is she decided to make them her thing for her ex wife - but she relates better to like, fully formed people, and only in more recent years has probably started to try be more of the sort of person they need. whether they’re here for that or no is absolutely up to you !   )

#nox.intro #( 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * biography ! #it is what it

[ankcna-blog]

hello guys !! i’m blaire, and i come to you with a VERY belated greeting !! i went to a skz concert a few days ago and as you would expect my life has been flipped upside down ever since !! but now that things are calming down, i’ve got things in order and would like to introduce you to my beloved weirdo kwanchai, more commonly known as dreamdrop’s choreographer KAI ! i’ve wanted to join you all for the longest and can’t wait to have some fun now that i’m finally here ! without further ado, you can find all his links here ( more to come ) as well as some important info about him below ! and of course, like this if you want to plot ! i’ll also be joining the discord very soon, so that’ll be an option too !

background !

from bangkok, thailand ! maybe it’s because of this he’s such a city boy and loves being around people, because that’s basically been his whole life ! in bangkok there were people around nearly all the time and now that he lives in seoul, it’s no different !

like his fc, he’s ethnically chinese but his nationality is thai ! honestly he feels more of a connection to his thai side because it’s the one he’s the most familiar with, though recently he’s been trying to connect with his chinese side. 

grew up around mainly girls, 3 older sisters and one younger ! his dad’s the only boy, but his parents are divorced. they still co-parented pretty functionally, though, so he mainly stayed with his mom and did weekly visits to his dad. he believes the heavy presence of females in his life is the reason he grew up to act a little more conventionally “feminine” and why he has such a high respect for women ! his sisters have always been .... v strong in comparison to him ojoijoijoij so it makes sense why !

his sister is the original dancer of the family, picking up ballet at only 5 years old ! she’s older than him so, wanting to follow in her shoes, he begged his parents to join as well !

his parents were v apprehensive at first, especially his dad, because they weren’t the most progressive and didn’t think a boy dancing ballet looed good. it took some convincing, but eventually they allowed him !

absolutely loved it, would come home dancing nearly every day. once they realized he was really enjoying himself and taking himself seriously he convinced them to add on tap and hip hop classes as well !

always been into american culture, he was always watching shows & listening to music from america, and that transferred into a general interest for the country ! so in high school, he studied abroad for a semester w / a host famiy !

this really helped his english skills and is the main reason he’s so fluent today, which definitely helps with his job ! it’s the reason he sounds less like a foreigner now when he’s speaking.

coincidentally, through america, he found an interest in korean culture ! his host family lived in california, which already was home to a lot of korean spots, but his host sibling was a kpop fan and got him into it ! so when he got back home to thailand he had gained an interest for it.

he started listening to a lot of the music, and at 17 made a very spontaneous decision to send in an audition tape to a company ! ( not noir, a smaller up-and-coming one probably ! )

he was .... incredibly shocked that he’d gotten in, but ecstatic for the chance to do what he loved ! not everyone was quite as ecstatic as him ... mainly his dad who thought his career choice was unfit for the one son of the family.

regardless, he packed up things and moved to korea, where he began to train to become an idol ! contrary to what he’d thought he kind of hated it lmao ! he had a super hard time trying to learn korean initially and didn’t deal too well with the stress of such a cutthroat environment. on top of that, he wasn’t favored by the company and they kept giving other trainees opportunities he didn’t have ! he didn’t like that because he felt he had the personality and drive, they just weren’t willing to take a chance on him. but he really loved the chance to perform alongside other passionate people and learn from them.

so it was a bittersweet moment when, at 18, he terminated his contract. he felt relieved with all that extra pressure off him e but was also sad to no longer be performing. he tried to lie and act like he didn’t to his family but eventually, they found out and his mom sent him back home to thailand. his dad was livid and promised that if he didn’t do something within 2 months to get a job he’d stop helping him out.

kwanchai wanted to keep dancing but still needed a job, so did the best thing he could think of ! a choreographer he’d met in seoul promised him a room in his house if he agreed to fly back to korea and start working as a sort of dance apprentice under him at a studio !

so, going back yet again, he agreed and made one of the best choices of his life ! he got a lot better and not only dance but teaching / choreographing it ! with this, he comfortably began to adjust to the country and learned a lot !

the more he was there, the more he realized how much he enjoyed choreographing ! his friend gave him the chance to begin creating dances from the studio and it was then he decided he wanted to do it as a career !

he didn’t want to feel like a burden at his friend’s for so long, so it was then he decided to apply for a job at noir as a choreographer, hoping to save up and buy his own place. he applied unsure if he’d really get it due to his short experience, but was ecstatic when he did !

the whole thing has proved to be one of the best choices of his life - he’s got a steady job that’s very fulfilling, he saved up enough for an apartment, and he gets to dance while maintaining the level of freedom he’d craved as a trainee !

personality / random tidbits !

his app summed it up well, he’s incredibly eccentric ! he’s just different in nearly every way and if told to do something one way, he’ll probably do it the other. 

his name is kwanchai, but ever since he was 17 he’s gone by kai, a shortened version of his full one ! it’s because it not only easier to pronounce for koreans but to his many american friends as well, and honestly it makes him feel less out of place as it’s a fairly universal name !

he’s super talkative, inherited from his sisters, but in turn is a very good listener ! so you’ll catch him either ranting about all his problems or listening to someone else doing the same.

naturally, he’s very fun and excitable ! rarely takes anything seriously, that is .... unless he’s dancing ! typically when teaching he likes to crack jokes and such to make the experience fun, but if it’s crunch-time he does a whole 180. when he has to he takes dancing very seriously, sometimes maybe even too much ! he may come off as controlling but in reality he’s just very passionate and a true perfectionist in terms of technique. 

speaking of dancing, seeing him do it is quite an amusing sight ! kind of like j-hope he’s always making noises when he does it, and always has some sort of noise or word that correlates with his dance move ! def the type to say “and jazz hands !!”

maybe it helps, maybe it sounds stupid ! but since he has such a horrible memory it does tend to help him out a lot.

his hair right now is dyed, and the best reference i can give you is the john’s banana video lmao !! he keeps it pretty short to keep it out his face when he dances, and tbh his hai is a different color all the time !

he has a food blog, “rate what i ate”, where he does food reviews for restaurants ! it’s really fun for him because he loves to eat and has a very strong opinion on nearly everything. muses feel free to come eat with him, he’ll never say no to a dining buddy !

aside from that he has general social media and an ig where he posts short dance covers ! thinking about starting a yt cover channel.

coffee is his everything. he’s got a horrible sleep schedule, staying up late and having to wake up early ! but coffee is the one thing that gets him through, and no matter what time of the day he can always be found with his favorite cup in his hand.

remember how his app said power poses ? well it’s something kai actually does ! every morning and before doing something important he stands in a power pose for 5 minutes, saying affirmations rather dramatically. that alongside his guided meditation obsession makes kai in the morning time quite the amusing sight.

he has a black bombay cat affectionately named luna ! she’s his daughter whom he loves very very much and would die for. a total sweetheart who will accept all love, muses feel free to pet !

even though he’s fairly happy somewhat out the spotlight, he still has the idol mentality, and definitely has the whole charming personality thing going on ! he’s a whole personality and it’s almost a sin he didn’t become a talkshow host, but i assume he’d have a small following because of it ! not dreamdrop level of course, but a little bit of recognition !

that’s all i can thin of right now, that and i don’t want to keep you all waiting for this intro for too long ! i’ll add more as i see fit, and again, i can’t wait to meet you all !

#i'm feeling v trash so will be more active tomm !

[koressecretidentity]

A new future - Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, bad writing, slightly heated moment at the end

Word count: 2229

Characters: Thomas Sharpe, Lucille Sharpe, (y/n) (l/n), (y/n)’ parents

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Reader gender: Female

A/N: English is still not my first language and I do have two beta readers but they are Dutch too so if there are any grammar mistakes, please forgive me. I also hope the usage of language is correct.

GIF is never mine unless stated otherwise masterlist

Nerves wrecked through (y/n)’s body. She had never met this man in her life before, how was she supposed to act in love and content if it would turn to be everything she feared.

Everything seemed to slow down. It was everything she wanted yet everything she feared. A marriage. That’s what she had always dreamed of. An arranged marriage. That’s what she had feared for so long.

Her father had decided on an arranged marriage if (y/n) couldn’t find a fitting

husband herself before she turned 18 and her 18th birthday came much sooner than she had appreciated.

So here she stood. (h/c) locks falling over her shoulders while other locks were neatly put up in a bun. A few pearls decorated her hair and shined brightly in the light that bathed on her back. (e/c) eyes met her father’s who held his arm up expectantly for her to hold. He’d walk her down the aisle and towards her new lover. Or the one that was supposed to become her lover.. So her parents hoped.

“It happened with us too,” her mother had said, “We fell in love while we were on our honeymoon and look where that brought us.”

Well apparently that had led to her birth and her own arranged marriage. (y/n) had heard so many stories of women who were basically a prisoner in their own house, stuck to the chores and the kids while the husband was out to work, earn money. And while that wasn’t new for her, she feared that her husband would be someone who wouldn’t give her one ounce of freedom.

For years (y/n) dreamed of such freedom and she had hoped her parents would’ve showed mercy and let her travel the world, explore new countries and everything. But that didn’t seem to be the case.

As (y/n) and her father made it down the aisle, the bride couldn’t help but notice that most guests were ones she knew or at least had seen once. Except for one woman. Dark long hair fell down her back and the look she held in her eyes was rather cold. It send small shivers up (y/n)’s spine. It was like that woman didn’t seem happy at all that her male relative was getting married.

Well, (y/n) figured it had to be a relative of the man at the end of the aisle for she herself couldn’t recall meeting that woman and she was sure she’d remember a cold look as hers

“Don’t stare, keep walking.” Her father demanded her and it was only then that (y/n) noticed that she had hesitantly stopped walking for a few seconds to take in the woman’s looks. She quickly made her way further down and then her hand met very soft ones. Probably the softest ones she had ever felt.

Then she had to turn her face to look at the priest that made them say their blessing.

Due to the thick veil covering her face, she didn’t get a clear look of her soon-to-be husband but she had seen the outlines of his face and she felt lucky that she didn’t get an ugly one. It sounded a little rude but she’d have to survive with that man for the rest of her life whether she wanted to or not.

So when the priest pronounced them husband and wife – the whole room cheered happily – and the veil got lifted, her breath hitched as her (e/c) irises met gorgeous blue ones. The man – Thomas if she recalled correctly – had the softest look in them and he cupped her face thus gently that she could’ve sworn that man thought she was fragile and breakable.

And then his lips were on her own. They felt a little rough in contrast to her own soft ones but she didn’t mind one bit. She even felt the fireworks every lovesick woman talked about when they kissed their lover.

Way too soon to her liking, they pulled away again and Thomas wrapped on arm around her waist, holding her close as they made there way down. Both smiling happily and when they were alone for a few minutes she heard him speak clearly for the first time.

Sure she had heard his voice at the altar but she hadn’t really paid attention. She had  noticed his accent was British though and that might’ve explained why he acted like such a gentleman.

“I’m such a lucky man,” Thomas whispered while now cupping her face again and leaning his forehead against hers, “I know we barely met but I can’t help it but feel for you.”

Well.. Now (y/n) at least knew he felt the fireworks too when they kissed.

“I understand that when we take our leave to my home country and when we get there you’d rather sleep on your own, in your own room and maybe even on our honeymoon. I know we’ve never met before and I shan’t force you into a more intimate relationship than we already have-“

“I don’t mind,” she interrupted suddenly and tilted her head a little, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, “Pardon me for the interruption but I don’t mind at all. I’ve never felt more safe with any other man than you and I am willing to give this a chance.”

Thomas smiled brightly, his lips still curled upwards as he pressed his lips once again against hers.

It was days before they went on their honeymoon. The newly wed travelled around the world and made various stops. But never once did they make love to one another. Mostly because they had to get to know each other still and let it build up to a healthy relationship before they could do such things. Despite (y/n)’s parents constantly asking whether or not she succeeded in getting pregnant. Whenever they knew where the couple was staying, they send letters that way with the same question and every time they did, (y/n) and Thomas send one back with the same explanation over and over again.

It had gotten thus much out of hand that (y/n) one night after receiving yet another letter – they were in Paris at the time – constantly kept apologising for her parents and kept on assuring Thomas she did not want to force him in such things much unlike them. Thomas had laughed good-heartedly and pulled her into his embrace. He assured her how it was alright and that he understood more than anyone.

He had gotten private letters too. Ones he hid from (y/n) and more often than not didn’t even open or respond to them. They were from Lucille, asking when he’d come back to get back to their usual routine.. A routine he didn’t want to repeat again. A routine he wanted to save (y/n) from for he had fallen in love with her. A routine that was thus disturbing he couldn’t tell (y/n).

“Whose is that?” (y/n)’s soft voice rang through the quiet room and her head was tilted down a bit, her eyebrows were shot up a little bit with curiosity.

Thomas had been reading a letter from Lucille for the first time in a while again and it was safe to say his sister became annoyed with the delay of the plans. Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as before and her words were less careful must one open up a letter.

“Lucille..” he found himself ready to confess everything. Everything he had done wrong. Every single piece of his sins.

“Come sit down with me and take a look at this letter,” he placed the letter next to his leg and held his arms out for his wife. (y/n) took his hands and let him pull her into his lap while she picked up the letter. As she read it, he kissed the exposed flesh of her shoulder softly, eyes closed as if that would make the truth less painful.

I’m tired Thomas.

Tired of waiting. You better come home soon again. I’ve been waiting long enough for the two of you. The poison is even starting to loose it’s power gradually. We better let her sign the papers and then kill her instantly. I took care of her parents, they are dead.

You better hurry up too, Thomas, because you know I will not harm you in any way if I can help it. I love you too dearly for that, but my patience is growing thin.

I expect to see you in three days.

Love Lucille

(y/n)’s eyes widened as she read the letter. She figured already who Lucille meant by ‘her’. No doubt it was her.

“And you.. Want to kill me too?” she whispered sadly. For some reason her eyes couldn’t leave the paper and Thomas had to place his hand under her chin and turn her head to make her look at him. He shook his head with a determined look in his eyes.

“My love, why do you think we’ve been away this long? The day we were gone, Lucille killed your parents so you inherited the riches but I don’t want to go back to the same old dance,”

Thomas sighed and pressed his lips against hers for a few seconds, surprised to find her kissing him back.

“There is so much more to this story than you think. But for now, I want you to know.. I want to stay here in Paris. We can buy a nice house, any house you’d like. We can start a family again and.. If you’ll still have me.. maybe grow old together.”

He saw the hesitation in her eyes. He couldn’t blame her. After everything he had done, he wouldn’t dare to begin a future with him either if he were in her place.

“First explain to me what exactly is going on.” She whispered after a few beats of silence.

Thomas nodded slowly and tucked her head underneath his own so he wouldn’t have to look at her as he confessed every single sin.

He told her how they killed their own mother in the bathtub and how had started something new. A mistake he could punish himself for every day. They had a baby but something was wrong with that baby and it died soon after Lucille had given birth to it. Or died.. Lucille had it killed.

He told her how he used several woman to their advantage the same way that they had been planning to use (y/n). It was all for an invention and Allerdale Hall.

After he had told her every single piece of his past he found himself in tears. He felt incredibly guilty and while he didn’t dare to look at his loved one when she pulled her head from under his. She turned her body, straddling his lap that should’ve led to intercourse if it weren’t for the moment. Soft hands cupped his head and her beautiful voice called out his name as her thumbs wiped away his tears.

“It’s.. It’s not okay what you have done but I am proud of you. I am proud that you dared to confess it all to me and told me the truth. Thomas I love you. More than anything. I forgive you for what you have done. I do want to start a family with you here, in Paris. We’ll go looking for a house tomorrow.. How does that sound?” she suggested. Thomas looked her in the eyes. Scanning them for any sign of disgust but he could find none. In fact, they were filled with love and adoration. For him.

“Please stop crying,” she whispered and pulled his head against her chest, holding him closely, “It breaks my heart to see you this sad.”

He calmed down, focussing on how her hand raked through his hair, massaged his scalp gently. He focussed on her heartbeat and her steady breathing. It calmed him down.

When the tears had also stopped he looked up and kissed her passionately, turning them around so he was on top of her.

His hands were at her sides, holding her close and he pulled away a little,

“I love you (y/n).. Please let me make love to you.”

A nod was the response that gave him the consent he needed and soon her kissed her again. Lips hot against hers, tongues in a passionate battle. Only breaking away when they needed air. His lips though didn’t stop moving. They went down her neck, kissing gently, showing how much he loved her as his hips rolled against hers in need of friction.

All the layers of her skirt were pulled up to her midsection. His head was in between her thighs as he kissed her gently close to her most intimate flower. Blue eyes never leaving the sight of her face as it contorted into an expression of pleasure.

Once they both were warmed up enough, he lined up and gently penetrated her. Careful so he wouldn’t hurt her too much for it was her first time.

Through the whole night, they made love to one another.

The next day, their life begun for real by looking for a fitting place to settle down together and live their own lives. No Lucille – for her letters were thrown away as soon as they got one – and no more lies.. A new future.

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[fandima-moved-read-pinned]

Would it be awesome to see you do all 100 asks? Yes. Will you do them? We shall see.

Wanna bet 

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - More cereal than milk! 

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?- No, actually. I hate the cold ^^' And if there's cold air on my cheeks then it's on my nose and that's no good 

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - Usually a post it note! Not very random, but it's normally what I have on hand. 

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? - Depends on my mood! Sometimes I'll take my coffee black, other times ill add a fricc ton of creamer, whipped cream, and sugar. Also sometimes I mix coffee with hot chocolate and it's amazing. 

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? - Very. 

6: do you keep plants? - Always. I still have the carnations from Valentines Day (which surprisingly haven't died yet) 

7: do you name your plants? - Nope. 

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - just a mechanical pencil or a graphite pencil. They usually end up being sketches. But if I like how it looks I'll go over them in pen. 

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? - Yes and no? I'd do it more often but I don't want anyone to hear me. Especially my mom. 

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - Side, always facing the wall. 

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? - The only one I can think of off the top of my head is *slap slap slap* *jumps out window*. No I will not explain. 

12: what’s your favorite planet? - Pluto! Or Make Make. Make Make used to be my favorite because me and my brother would pronounce it wrong on purpose. But Pluto is ver pretty. 

13: what’s something that made you smile today? - seeing my brother's reaction to his birthday present from me! I made a little felt monkey with bushy eyebrows (I needle felted it) 

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - Probably very messy. But also it would constantly smell like food! 

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - Mars is shrinking. It is Smol. 

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? - Fettuccine Alfredo with Shrimp! It's what I usually ordered at Olive Garden until I found out that it was expensive and was probably stressing out my parents. 

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? - Don't laugh okay but pink! I want to dye the bottom half of my hair bright freaking pink. Like hot pink. 

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - That time I slapped a guy twice for picking me up. That guy was my best friend. He picked me up from behind and I sorta whipped around and slapped him. The first time he didn't put me down, he just laughed. So I slapped him again. He got the hint. 

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?- I don't. I tried a while back, but I figured it would be easier just to talk to people about my issues instead of writing them down. 

20: what’s your favorite eye color? - Green. Or dark brown. 

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - Not sure what this means, sorry. I've got this pencil pouch that has a tree print on it that I've used for a few years now even though it has a hole it it. Does that count? 

22: are you a morning person? - No. I wake up at 5:30 am on weekdays and usually don't get out of bed until I have ten minutes to get ready and leave. 

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - Stay in my room and draw! Although I don't have lazy days. Every time my mom comes upstairs I immediately start cleaning because if I don't she'll yell at me for being lazy. 

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? - Yes. Take a look at who sent this ask. Also my other two online friends! One of them I spam with worms on a string and the other I just know I can trust and I don't know why. 

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - the only place I've broken into is my own house. I had to climb the backyard fence to go through the back door because me and my brother forgot our keys. 

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - My plain black tennis shoes. I need to get new ones because these ones are old and barely fit but every time I mention it, it's like I never said a word. 

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - Candy Cane! 

28: sunrise or sunset? - Sunset! I get to see the sun setting behind the Rocky Mountains and it's really pretty. 

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? - exist 

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - Yes. I'd rather not talk about it. 

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - socks can burn in hell for all I care. I hate socks. I only wear them if I have to (like while wearing shoes) 

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - I remember being at a sleepover a few days before I moved (this was in South Korea) and I woke up at 3:34 am (yes I remember the time don't ask why) because one of my friends was playing Megalovania on the keyboard. Then she turned around and asked who the hell took her pretzels. They were under her pillow. 

33: what’s your fave pastry? - c w a s o a n t (with jelly inside!) 

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? - I still have this stuffed animal now (I have all of my stuffed animals. I haven't brought myself to get rid of them). It's a little pink blanket with a bunny head named Squeek. Not Squeak. I didn't know how to spell that. 

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - No. I don't have any. 

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? - https://youtu.be/7TqLXIBG-6g   not a band but still

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - Messy! It may sound strange, but I can't find anything when it's clean. It also feels empty unless I've got stuff all over the floor. 

38: tell us about your pet peeves! - When I tell remind someone of the rules and they say "okay" and continue breaking them. Like we aren't supposed to put pans in the dishwasher because it ruins the pans. Yet my brother always puts them in there. I remind him and take it out, and he says "okay" and puts it back. I also hate it when I ask someone to stop doing something (usually when it's making me nervous or upset) and they ask "WhY?" in a really annoying tone and keep doing it. I ALSO hate it when I'm in charge and yet no one listens to me. 

I also don't like it when no one says thank you. It makes it seem like they don't appreciate me. 

39: what color do you wear the most? - Grey. I want to wear colorful clothes but the last time we went clothes shopping and I asked for pastel colors, I walked out of the store with grey, light grey, brown, and dark blue clothes. 

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? - I have a locket that I made for my seventh birthday. It has little charms in it (a rose, my first initial, a heart key, and a birthday cake) and it's gold. I love it and I don't know why. 

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - There's a book series that I don't remember the name of but it's about a girl who is forcibly turned into a siren by three other sirens. She has to eat human hearts to live. It's kinda gorey, kinda romantic, lots of action. I love it. 

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - Unfortunately no, I usually get coffee at a gas station ^^' 

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - My dog Freyja! Whenever I take out trash, she comes with, and when the sky is clear I like to point out the starts with her before we go back inside. She's very sweet. But I can't stargaze for more than a minute. 

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - Last year I went on a trip to Florida to stay with my grandparents for a week. I remember waking up one morning with a beautiful view of the ocean and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore. My grandparents have an apartment of sorts that faces the Atlantic and you can literally go down the stairs and go swim in the ocean if you want to, it's like a two minute walk, not even. I love the ocean and the sound of waves and seagulls is always calming to me. But my house is very loud and there's no peace here. 

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? - Yes. When I have a bad feeling about something, I address it. It's not always true, but I don't want to risk anything. 

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. - Sorry, I don't know many puns. I guess I'm just not a pun-ny person. 

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - fucking macaroni with bread crumsb that shit is nasty af 

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - Storms, especially tornados. Now my biggest fear is death. Whether I'm the one dying or its someone I care about. 

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? - Not really, I don't have money to buy anything ^^' Even when I do have money, I spend it on art stuff. That reminds me that I need to fix my radio. 

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? - Fabric. I have so much and I don't even use it. But when I see a nice fabric, I get it (if I have money). 

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? - 'Old Timer Rock and Roll' (probably not the name of it) always reminds me of my dad. One day we were driving in his Jeep, just us two, and I mentioned that I wasn't a fan of the music on the radio. We ended up compromising and that song was the first one on the radio station that we switched to. 

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? - I am unfortunately not up to date with the memes. Although the ones where it's like "you've mc-ed your last Donald" or "you've ratted your last tatouille" always make me exhale aggressively. 

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? - None of the above! I've been wanting to watch Heather's though. I just never get around to doing it. 

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? - My brother. Not the same one from before. 

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? - nothing, sorry. I'm not very dramatic. 

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? - when they pour their heart out about a certain subject that they love. I know a lot of people tend to bottle up their opinions but when someone trusts me aniugh to tell me all about it, it's just sorta nice. 

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? - I just sorta spaced out for the first have then did a little dance for the rest of it. I love the line "I see a little silhouetto of a man" and it's more upbeat and the music just makes me dance a little 

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bold of you to assume I have a group of friends 

59: what’s your favorite myth? - There's this one I heard as a kid that involves a faceless girl on the side of a highway who tries to steal faces. 

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? - I can't think of any off the top of my head, but poetry is nice! 

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? - I don't really remember. I try to only give gifts that are meaningful. 

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? - nope! I usually drink milk! 

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? - I usually leave my music to its own devices, but all the books are organized by series and genre. 

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? - Blue! Just any other afternoon sky. 

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? - My older brother. We don't get to talk much. 

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? - Colorful, with a few white flowers! 

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? - Those are usually the days that I don't feel anything. 

68: what’s winter like where you live? - The weather is all over the place. A little snow, then the next day, it's like 60°F. Not even joking. It snowed Friday and Saturday was warm. 

69: what are your favorite board games? - Monopoly and Battleship! 

70: have you ever used a ouija board? - No, but I really want to. But my dad won't let me. 

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? - I don't really drink tea, sorry! 

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? - Nope. I'll forget it anyway. I usually set alarms for certain things but then I don't do it. 

73: what are some of your worst habits? - Biting the inside of my cheek and scratching/pinching my arm when I'm nervous. 

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. - kind, a good listener, talented, and understanding 

75: tell us about your pets! - We have four dogs. There's Emrys (the dog I've posted pictures of before), Cirilla (a husky German Shepard mix, very sweet), Cayde-6 (a Rottweiler mix I think, super energetic, loud, and steals food off the counter even when someone is watching), and Freyja (a German Shepard mix, puppy, also very sweet! She knows the phrase 'give hugs' and she always comes with me to take out the trash for whatever reason). I also have a Guinea Pig (who I want to get a friend for because she's lonely, but my parents keep saying no) names Neo. 

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? - Working on my Someconsious series, cleaning, and probably checking in with some friends. 

77: pink or yellow lemonade? - Pink 

78: are you in the minion hateclub or Fan club? - Hate club. I don't like them. They're just annoying and bright and their language is stupid to me. 

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? - One of my exes surprised me with a cars and roses out of nowhere. It wasn't Valentines Day, it wasn't my birthday, he just went out of his way to do something nice for me when I was having a rough week. 

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? - They're a sort of off white. I want to paint them light lavender or pale blue but my parents have only painted the living room and refuse to paint anywhere else for whatever reason. I know we can afford paint, I know we have time. They just stopped caring. 

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. - Not sure what it means by abstract, but I'll try. Her eyes are similar to the bottom of a small river. The brown in the middle with green rings on the edges remind me of a river I used to go fishing in back in Oklahoma. 

82: are/were you good in school? - I'm okay. I have all A's and B's, but I have easy subjects that aren't very hard. 

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? - I don't really listen to albums, my music taste is mostly individual songs. Even then I don't really pay attention to the art. 

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? - I want to get a quote of sort on my ankle. Something in another language so I can tell them it means something mysterious and deep when in reality it's the description of a toaster oven that hasn't been cleaned since 1995.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? - I read a few webcomics if that counts! I like Castle Swimmer a lot! Gay fish bapeys are best fish bapeys. 

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? - I don't know what those are, sorry 

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? - The Princess Bride and the Last Unicorn. But I'm biased because they're both a part of my childhood. 

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? - not in particular! 

89: are you close to your parents? - I'm only close with my dad. My stepmom can go fuck herself. She just told us that's she'll be making a schedule for the next two weeks because there won't be school. One of the weeks was spring break anyway! We aren't missing much! 

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. - I like Palm Beach in Florida! It's fairly quiet, right next to the ocean, and filled with retired people who are all really nice. 

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? - Nowhere, we don't travel much. I really want to go to Florida again though. 

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? - I don't add cheese at all! It sort of ruins the texture for me. Especially the grated sprinkle cheese stuff l. I hate now it feels. 

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? - I just keep my hair down. I don't like it in any other way. 

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? - My brother. His birthday is today! 

95: what are your plans for this weekend? - cry a lot cry some more lose feelings for a few hours draw watch YouTube art videos then try not to yell at my mom like I did last week

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? - I just get it over with so I can do whatever needs to be done. Or I schedule it for when I'm not going to be using it. 

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? - INFP-T/Mediator, Scorpio, and Hufflepuff 

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?- A few weeks ago. And no, I did not enjoy it considering I was supposed to be working on an important project that day. 

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. - Where We Started, If You're Going Through Hell, and We Like to Numb (a mix of We Like to Party and Numb) 

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? - Future. In five years I plan on being in college and I want to see what I should be prepared for and if my interests have changed. 

This took me at least an hour and a half. Thank you though! I 

#Long Post #Aven Answers #tw cursing

[frywen-babbles]

Sounds of Silence pt1

A/N: Modern AU with Mitsunari! This is loosely tied to Everything comes with a price, set over a year after it. Unlike before, there won’t be a set release schedule bc this fic isn’t completely finished yet. (I just need some validation and motivation oTL). A big thank you to @dear-mrs-otome for telling me this idea doesn’t completely suck <3

Also spoilers for Mitsunari’s route!

When he opened the door all he could do was stare.

Behind it stood a young woman. And not just any young woman but the one he had seen at the library countless times reading books to kids in sign language. The woman he secretly always hoped he’d see when he went to the library, whose smile he couldn’t stop thinking about.

***

At first, Mitsunari was annoyed by the voices coming somewhere out of sight. Libraries were supposed to be where you could study in peace, he had no idea what could cause such a ruckus.

The sound of laughter guided him to the children’s section of the library, but what he saw wasn’t what he expected.

A young woman was standing in front of a group of kids, a book open in front of her, animatedly reading the book in sign language. The kids were excited, laughing and giggling at the what he assumed were the exciting parts of the story.

Mitsunari felt enamoured, his annoyance long forgotten. He didn’t even realise he had stared until the story was over and all the kids were circling her, trying to talk to her all at once. Her smile brightened her face and she looked so natural and happy amongst the kids Mitsunari felt almost jealous.

Just then, she caught him staring. He felt his face heat up and he turned around sharply, stomping back to the table he had reserved for himself. He planted his face firmly on the book open in front of him.

Gods, that was embarrassing. Who goes around staring random women, when they were supposed to study. Ughh…

*****

He saw her walk towards the children's section from the corner of his eye and somehow his head turned to look after her. She stopped to wait for a boy in his teens to bounce all excited to her a book in his hands. They shared a greeting but Mitsunari couldn't follow the signs they spoke with. It didn't stop him from staring after them when they continued on their way towards the room where he had seen her read to the kids.  

"Hey, are you even listening to me?"

Mitsunari turned to look at Sakon who looked at him a wide smile on his face.

"Or are you too busy staring after women to tutor me?"

"If you have time to lazy around and comment on everything I do, you must be ready for a quiz about all the important battles post-Honno-ji?"

"Ack! No! Don't you have any mercy, we just went through them 30 minutes ago?"

"Then what are you doing fooling around, you incorrigible dimwit. Get back to studying."

"I'm sure no one would have made me work this hard in the Sengoku period..." Sakon mumbled with a sigh.

"What was that?"

"I'm studying!"

When he was finally free of Sakon, he made his way to the children's section. But it was quiet, the children long gone. He was just about to turn around when he noticed a schedule on the wall. She would be back in an hour.

He could wait for that long.

Wait, maybe he shouldn't? Would that be weird? But he really did want to see her read again.  

He didn't see her until he got up to get some coffee from a vending machine. She was sitting on the sofas next to it with the same boy as before, lost in an animated discussion he could only guess the topic off.

A part of him wanted to loiter so he could watch them talk, but the reasonable part of his brain forced him to return to his table.

As soon as he saw her followed by the silver-haired boy he stuffed his things to his bag and stood up to follow her. A group of excited kids were already waiting for her but he stayed behind until everyone had sat down. Then he stepped behind the parents by the door, his eyes following the movements of her hands taking in every sign.

Unlike before, this time when she was finished she kept glancing at the clock and hurried away as soon as possible, almost colliding with him. The silver-haired boy tried to stop her but after some hurried signs let her go. The look on the boys face looked a bit like a lost puppy and for some reason seeing her hurry away like that made Mitsunari feel a bit same.

He was brushing his teeth in the evening when he felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket.

[23:12:45] <<bookshy>> do u evr feel like ur stuck in ur life? [23:12:52] <<bookshy>> like u shld hve accomplishd so much mor in ur life tn u hve?

He stared at the screen for a while before he typed a reply. He didn't know who bookshy was, not really. They had been talking with each other for years, but always with nicknames, always through messages in the internet. It felt more comfortable that way somehow. Knowing there was always a person willing to listen to you without judging.

[23:13:05] <<ManjuDreamer>> Are you feeling like that right now? [23:13:07] <<bookshy>> ya [23:13:11] <<bookshy>> i dunno wht ill do w/ my life [23:13:19] <<bookshy>> i thght id do so mch more u know? [23:13:22] <<bookshy>> and now i jst feel liek im stuck nd see no way out [23:13:23] <<bookshy>> is ths my life now? [23:14:50] <<bookshy>> evry1 says i shld b happy w/ wht i hve [23:14:59] <<bookshy>> i hve so much im feeling ungrateful whn i feel like ths [24:15:46] <<ManjuDreamer>> You still have plenty of time to accomplish your dreams. It's not for others to decide when you can be happy. [23:16:02] <<bookshy>> guess ur rite

He heard a knock on the bathroom door and quickly finished brushing his teeth. When he opened the door Hideyoshi was standing behind it already in his pyjamas.

"I thought you'd never come out," he commented with a yawn and pushed past him to the bathroom.

"Good night," Mitsunari wished to the closed door before he retreated back to his room.

[23:18:30] <<bookshy>> how was ur day [23:18:49] <<bookshy>> i saw the prettiest person today like hot damn [23:19:13] <<ManjuDreamer>> I saw an interesting person today too, I wish I get to see them again. Other than that, it was mostly my student being an idiot, so nothing new. [23:19:53] <<ManjuDreamer>> I tried to do some research on a paper I'm writing, but it didn't progress much. I was just about to go to bed so I have energy to study more tomorrow. [23:19:56] <<bookshy>> srry to keep u up [23:19:57] <<bookshy>> night! [23:20:10] <<ManjuDreamer>> Night.

***

Mitsunari tossed the wig from his head frustrated, running his hand over his face. He glanced at the mirror of the bathroom, at the perfectly drawn eyeliner, the perfect shade of blush, the perfectly applied foundation. The perfect set of lies, painted on his face.

[13:33:14] <<ManjuDreamer>> I went to see my mother.

He hesitated a bit before he sent the message. It didn't take long for his phone to bling with a reply.

[13:34:29] <<bookshy>> how did it go? [13:34:48] <<ManjuDreamer>> As well as you would expect. [13:34:51] <<bookshy>> u wanna t alk about it?

His fingers ghosted over the screen of his phone before he put it down and looked at the mirror again. He reached for the makeup removal wipes from his bag and scrubbed furiously at his skin until the last remains of the makeup were gone.

[13:36:18] <<ManjuDreamer>> She's there but I feel like I'm losing her. [13:37:01] <<ManjuDreamer>> Every time I visit she seems further and further away. [13:37:15]<<ManjuDreamer>> Sometimes I wonder if the mother I used to know is there at all.

He started to type his next message, but stopped, gripping his phone tight in his hand.

[13:38:34] <<ManjuDreamer>> She's my mother, but it's so hard. [13:38:42] <<ManjuDreamer>> I don't know what to do.

He glanced at the mirror to make sure his eyes weren't red before he pulled his shirt over his head and replaced it with one from his bag.

[13:38:47] <<bookshy>> ur doing plenty already [13:38:49] <<bookshy>> u dont have to push urself so hard [13:38:50] <<bookshy>> im sure shed understand [13:38:59] <<ManjuDreamer>> But I'm all she has. [13:39:02] <<bookshy>> i know [13:39:06] <<bookshy>> but u hhave 2 thnk abt urself frst [13:39:15] <<bookshy>> if u feel its too much u can keep a brek. ur not prfect. u dnt have 2 b [13:39:50] <<bookshy>> im alws hr 2 tlk if u need me [13:40:20] <<ManjuDreamer>> Thank you. It means a lot.

He put his phone on the side of the sink and wiggled out of his skirt. He really should buy a new one next time he got paid for tutoring. The zipper didn't work properly anymore and the hem was starting to fray. He kicked the flats from his feet and looked at the kneehigh socks on his feet. They wouldn't be visible under his pants anyway so he let them be and took his pants and shoes from his bag before showing the skirt and shirt in their place. He considered showing the wig in after them but realised making the wig presentable after that would be too much of a hassle. So he gently combed the wig with his fingers to sort out biggest tangles and folded it neatly in a mesh bag. Flats into a plastic bag, then into the bag.

Like countless times before.

He got dressed and made one final glance at the mirror before he put the bag on his shoulder and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Oh, Mitsunari! Here to see your mother?" a nurse greeted him when he tried to slip past the nurses' office without being noticed. What a nosy bunch of quidnuncs insistent of mothering him.

“Yes. I was just leaving.” He replied with a stiff bow.

“Come and have some tea with us! How did the test go you told me last time?” Another nurse poked her head from the office. Mitsunari resisted the urge to roll his eyes and offered another bow.

“I believe it went well. I still haven’t received the results.”

Half an hour later he was still stuck at the nurses' office surrounded by what felt like a flock of mother hens, all determined to squeeze every bit of information out of him they could. He was just getting up from his chair when a voice behind him froze him on the spot.

"Did my darling Saki leave already? She was just here... Such a dutiful daughter, coming to see her mother so often..."

His knuckles turned white as he squeezed the edge of the table, his head down. He wanted to turn around. He wanted to see his mother as himself. He wanted... needed to see if she'd recognise him this time.

"We saw her leave a while ago, Mrs Ishida. She's such a nice girl."

He heard a nurse walk his mother away and the sighs of relief from the remaining nurses.

"Are you alright, Mitsunari? You know we'll listen to you if you need to talk. Or we can help you find someone-"

"I need to go now. Goodbye," Mitsunari interrupted the nurse who had put her hand on his shoulder to calm him. He got up in such haste his chair fell to the floor with a rattle, but he just offered a quick bow before he fled the office.

He didn't stop until he arrived at the bus stop. There he sank on the bench, burying his face on his hands.

He took the bus to the library, staring idly out of the window.

[14:36:09] <<bookshy>> did u make it home [14:36:35] <<ManjuDreamer>> No. I'm heading to the library. The nurses got me again. [14:36:37] <<bookshy>> lol how did u mnage 2 escpe [18:36:56] <<ManjuDreamer>> Mother came to the office. [14:37:09] <<bookshy>> oh no [14:37:10] <<bookshy>> im so sorry [14:37:21] <<bookshy>> how r u feeling rn? [14:38:29] <<ManjuDreamer>> I don't know. I'll try to find some reading to distract myself with.

At the library, he searched for materials for his upcoming paper but when he sat down and tried to read, the words didn't make any sense.

When he had read the same page several times over and still remembered absolutely nothing he was interrupted from his reading by a book shoved on top of the one he was just reading.

"Can't you see I'm-!" the sharp words died on his lips when he saw the same woman who had read to the kids in front of him. She tapped on the note on top of the book and he looked down to read it.

'This is the book I was reading. You seemed interested'

She handed him a second book, a note on top of it too.

'I'll read this next'

When she shifted her weight from one foot to another clearly uncomfortable, he realised he was staring. He offered her a curt nod as a thank you and she bowed at him a small relieved smile on her lips. She seemed to hesitate before she signed something but he had to shake his head.

There was a slight shift on her smile, on her posture, and she took a step back.

'I'm sorry' she mouthed and offered him a bow before she all but fled, leaving him to sit alone, feeling like an idiot.

[16:19:20] <<ManjuDreamer>> I think I just made a complete fool out of myself. [16:29:59] <<bookshy>> lol rly? [16:30:00] <<bookshy>> wht did u do? [16:30:02] <<bookshy>> i thght fool wasnt in ur dicktionary [16:31:18] <<ManjuDreamer>> And for that terrible joke, I tell you nothing. [16:31:47] <<bookshy>> noooo hw wll i evr know how embarassng u can be if u don tell me? [16:32:32] <<ManjuDreamer>> You'll survive.

***

"She's not here today."

Mitsunari was startled from his thoughts by a familiar voice behind him. He turned around, vaguely aware of the frown his irritation had brought on his face.

"Who?" he asked as if he didn't know exactly who was the 'she' in question.

"I got this for you, I'm sure it holds some useful information." Mr Otani handed him a flyer for the children's activities in the local libraries. Mitsunari stared at the flyer blankly before he looked at Mr Otani, letting his irritation show.

"And what am I supposed to do with this?"

Mr Otani just smiled and pushed a book towards him as well.

"I'm sure you'll find this useful as well. Come find me if you need anything else."

Before he had time to protest Mr Otani left him with a wave, a wide smile on his face. He considered running or yelling after him, but changed his mind when he looked at the book in his hand.

'Sign language for beginners'

He tucked the children's program leaflet securely at the back of his calendar and checked the book out.

Something about the sign language intrigued him. She looked so graceful when signing. And so comfortable and she seemed genuinely love reading to the children.

At first, he thought he’d look up a few signs. Just in case some of the children needed help in the library. Just so he could talk to her. No, he meant the kids. So he could talk to the kids. But few turned into a few hundred. A few thousand. He was so lost.

***

#slbp #slbp fanfic #ishida mitsunari #toyotomi hideyoshi #voltage fanfic #frywen writes #sounds of silence fic

[mooleche]

GIMME DAT WHOLE OTP LIST FOR PIOTR AND NINA (although I already know that Nina's the one to basically wear no clothes and Piotr's the one to tell her to put clothes on, lol).

MY TABLET ISN’T HERE OTHERWISE THERE’D BE A DRAWING W/THIS ABOUT THAT LOL

It will come later Ψ( ●｀▽´● )ΨAs always I’m sorry for mobile users please don’t hate me - THIS WAS FUN TY!

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?Probably Colossus, though they both end up pooling their money together a lot of the time to buy Venom a lot of chocolate delicacies to keep him happy. Nina usually spends a good chunk on surprising Piotr with art supplies which end up costing a pretty penny, while he swears up and down that he has to be the gentleman and pay for their dinner dates despite her being stubborn and wanting to help. 2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?Nina usually, but it depends on the time. Colossus is far too large to sit in her lap (despite her brave offerings), but catch him trying to stay up late at night with Nina sitting in his lap and he'll end up resting his head against hers as he finally gives in to rest. Nina on the other hand will often curl up against him while he's reading in the daytime and rest her head against his chest so she can listen to his heartbeat (she always gets a giggle out of it because it beats a little faster when he realizes this).3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?You guessed Nina and you were RIGHT. She's shy about her ink covered hands and some battle scars but that won't stop her from revealing the goods under the clothes (especially on hot summer days). She usually relies on Venom to transform into her clothes so on days that she's no longer his host or she's running late and forgets Colossus is ready to scoop her up and drag her back into their room or home to make her put on some clothes (but not before she tempts him back to bed for some fun).4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?Nina is very much the night owl in the relationship while Colossus is the old man and calls her before bed to tell her not to stay up too late. This unfortunately goes in one ear and out the other as the night is when she fights crime the most and also when she works on her college studies because she procrastinates until the very last minute. On nights that she's working extra hard he'll often wake up to find her passed out on the couch to which he gently wakes her up with coffee and a kiss so she's not completely dead during the daytime.5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?Colossus is definitely the better cook of the two, but damn if Nina doesn't try. With two parents who often cooked their meals together Nina likes to think she can do the same but usually ends up messing up burning the dish because she gets distracted by one thing or another (ie Wade calling to dish the deets on his latest murder fest). This results in Colossus usually shaking his head and preparing a nice dish for them instead if he's got the time. If not they usually settle for takeout somewhere and laugh over it.6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?Colossus doesn't usually spend a lot of time on the internet so when Nina sends him one and goes 'This is us!' he usually has to have to explain it so it makes sense sdsjgksk7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?Nina, hands down. Even though the size difference is LORGE she loves wearing his hoodies out and his shirts to bed. Colossus never complains though, because seeing her in his clothes turns him into the goofiest little lovebug because she looks so darn cute in them. As a result his wardrobe suffers quite a bit because of this. He tried to turn the tables once by wearing one of her shirts and needless to say Nina calling him the Hulk for a short while after was entirely justified. 8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”Nina will usually run errands for Colossus due to his hectic schedule at the mansion (and inability NOT to take forever when reading the nutrient labels), which he appreciates but often has to send her reminders because she's so forgetful when in a hurry. In the end she still manages to forget SOMETHING and they end up taking a more leisure trip later on to retrieve the items.9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?Due to Colossus' size he's usually forced into the passenger or backseat, so Nina is the driver most of the time. They tend to bicker when she's at the wheel because she goes a little too fast and he's worried she'll get pulled over, but also because Colossus will slip into Russian if he doesn't know the proper english term for some signals which leads to chaos. He tries his best though and she appreciates his navigation for that.10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?They both take usually take turns since they enjoy drawing and painting, Nina a little more though due to her class projects. He's usually a bit shy about the whole thing because Nina has a permanent mischevious smile on her face when he's posing. Colossus often rolls his eyes and chuckles when she poses for him because every time he looks back she's making a new pose/face to surprise him with.11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?Nina's definitely the one to be a super sleuth through the lasers while Colossus waits in the wings because he's 100% not for this idea and was dragged along to be the brawn if need be.Let's be real though she absolutely trips the wire after being smug and saying they wouldn't have any issues pop up during the heist.12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?Due to being Venoms host Nina has an incredible alcohol tolerance so she can outdrink a fair number of her peers, including Colossus. She usually has to stop him from drinking too much at the end of the night because he turns into a big loveable lush that is hard to control (though it'd be a lie to say she didn't love the PDA he gives while sloshed). By the time the morning rolls around Colossus swears off drinking for a long time while Nina spends the morning showering him in water, aspirin and a big greasy breakfast to help soak up the booze while recounting all the crazy night events.13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?They both do! Colossus usually buys some type of flower or fancy chocolate for Nina when he's out and about, or a trinket from wherever his last mission takes him while Nina usually scours old record stores to look for Neil Diamond vinyls or paintbrushes while out restocking her own inventory. They both usually try to surprise one another with coffee at least once a week and eventually decided to make it a usual thing so they could have a small date on the go.14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?They usually don't have an issue using the other's name unless its something like one of them being in the hospital and needing spouse visitation. Nina will sometimes tease Colossus by calling herself 'one of the Rasputins' as a joke but it just makes Colossus want it to become a reality even more every time she does.15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?Colossus usually is the hero of the day and will take the spider outside while Nina screams blood murder and will launch herself against the wall in an attempt to get away from it. Piotr usually is quick to call out the irony in her being scared because she has spider senses due to Venom sdgjskjs16: Which one gives the other their jacket?Colossus. Nina hates being cold so he always ends up wearing one on their outtings just in case she starts feeling chilly. This usually gives him a good laugh because she disappears in his jackets due to how much bigger he is.17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?Illyana often goes between being Colossus' little snowflake and debating on whether to sell his soul for a cornchip and Nina's 'sister' is a retired assassin who would gladly go out of retirement if someone even looked at her the wrong way, so I would say Ania.18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?OHO BOY. The setup for this is going to be an absolute hoot, all I will say is that it's Nina and she does it after Venom gets fed up with her pining over him so hard that he literally does the big 'Fuck It' moment. She's had feelings for him since she first saw him at an interview after Russell is taken in for the Ice Box so it's been a long time coming. Colossus on the other hand only realizes his feelings after she almost dies and it grows into this big ugly crush. She laughs at something? There's that familiar knot in his stomach. A smile? His feet suddenly don't work so well. And literally everyone BUT Nina notices how strange he's beginning to act kgfjkdgd19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?Definitely a bit rocky at first but power parents fo sho. Nina is high key nervous about being a parent because she's not very fond of children, but Colossus reassures her that they can overcome anything together and dotes on her constantly to make sure she's comfortable. They work together to make sure the baby room is painted with little animal murals and spend nights singing russian and french lullabies to her belly before bed.When the baby actually arrives? Nina turns into a full momma bear and would gladly kill everyone in the room and then herself if anything happened to their child. Colossus is the proudest papa in the world and basically turns into Hughes from FMA where he carries a dozen photos of their child in his wallet to dish out whenever someone even looks in his general direction. All in all they work hard to help one another out to make sure they're not both zombies but also that their little detka is happy and healthy.20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?Although he's usually proper with his english vocally, Colossus is definitely the one to type with numbers as letters and shortens what he can when texting because he struggles to use anything that isn't a beeper. Nina suffers greatly because of this.21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?Nina is usually the one getting bullied by bigger/stronger enemies on missions and Colossus is always quick to come to her side to protect her. He usually teases that HE should be named Knight instead of her because of this, but she's quick to get up and repay the favor to him for his heroic efforts. There ARE some instances where the tables are turned though and she's able to save Colossus from bullies, and she usually demands a 'victory kiss' in repayment after pbppbt.22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?Colossus is definitely the one to make the bad puns while Nina attempts to smile at it and fails every time. But she tries, good god does she try.23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?Colossus pbpbpt. He comes home to a lot of little surprises and is often thinking 'what will I come home to today' because of this, so he's pleasantly surprised when he comes home one day and a puppies head pops out of Ninas hoodie to greet him at the door. 24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?Colossus sjdgks Piggybacks aren't uncommon between the two. Nina uses her spider grip to climb up his back on many occasions and sit on his shoulders, especially during briefings before missions and after the more difficult missions. While he thinks it's a bit silly Colossus doesn't mind because he enjoys feeling her wrap her arms wrapped around him.25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?Nina is usually the overzealous cheerer when it comes to Colossus getting into fights on missions that they're on together. Showdown between Colossus and Juggernaut? You bet she's on the sidelines rooting for him to kick him in the balls. He says he doesn't mind it but it DOES make him very bashful after.26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?Nina. She's big on taking photos as mementos and this situation is no different and loves catching little moments like him sleeping or painting unawares to look at later when they're far away from one another. 27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?Nina. Colossus has a fairly bland wardrobe so getting a request like that isn't farfetched for her, and although he hates going shopping for new clothes (hence the scarce variety) he trusts her to pick a few good outfits for future date nights and the like, which she definitely does no problem along with some ~special~ intimates that he has to model off for her later in the night.28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?HEHEHE. Venom technically isn't a pet but Nina often coddles him like one and Colossus is absolutely mortified by him for a very long time. Between finding out that he enjoys eating people and seeing the level of madness he can create when paired with the wrong host he thinks that the sassy little symbiote is a ticking time bomb with Nina until they bond over how much they both care for her. He eventually realizes he's not SO bad and sneaks chocolate to him at night when Nina is sleeping to keep him content.29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?Colossus. Nina tried once but she was much too short for her attempts and they both got soaked in the process. Now Colossus keeps her close in one arm while holding the umbrella in the other.30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?It's a toss-up! They both have their own designated places they want to take the other. Colossus wants to take Nina to Russia to visit his homeland while Nina wants to take Colossus to Paris to introduce him to her French relatives and childhood. Since Colossus' family farm is in ruins due to his family passing, they pay their respects and then go sight-seeing around Moscow and the local art museums.In Paris they would visit her grandmother and relatives who instantly go nuts over Piotr like he was one of their own and they give them a grand tour of the area and special sights. Piotr definitely surprises her (because we all know he would pull this type of thing) and splurges to get a hotel room that overlooks the city and Eiffel Tower because she wants to be extra romantic and boy howdy does it w o r k. They would probably both take pictures. Nina would take most of the scenic pictures and catching Piotr admiring the artwork while Piotr would be in charge of taking selfies because of how tall he is sgjdskgs

#long post #oc shit #tosses more mini comic ideas onto the pile #master-sass-blast

[rickstexaschick]

Rick and Harley: Chapter 8

Here is my next installment of my little backstory about Rick and Harley, and their history before they met Rick’s Texas Chick.  The story is posted on AO3 under rickdicted at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16592366/chapters/38884421

”Wh-What the fuck is this?”

“I’m leaving you, Rick.  I’m taking Beth and we’re moving in with my parents.”

There were suitcases stacked by the front door.  Garbage bags filled with Beth’s favorite stuffed animals — which was basically all of them — were sitting on the couch.

“Christ, Diane.  What brought this on?  And where’s Beth now?”

“You think you can just take off with some floozy, Rick?  I saw the two glasses on the coffee table.  You sat here with her in our house, my house, and drank and did who knows what…”

The thought of Harley being ‘some floozy’ made him laugh outright, in spite of himself, in spite of the sudden changes his life was now currently facing.

“Look, Diane.  I-I-I wasn’t with another woman, all right?  I-I-I would never do that to you.  I told you:  I had to go help out a friend.  From th-the army.  He just showed up out if the blue, looking to — for help.  With his business.  I’m gonna go into business with him, help him get it off the ground.”  The lies rolled smoothly off of his tongue.

“And what about us?  You were just going to leave us?  Beth and I?”

“Christ, woman, look at you!  You’ve already got your shit packed, f-f-fuckin’ —-“. His voice had grown to a near-shout as his quick temper flared up.  He caught himself, tried to check his anger and his language.  He looked over into the den.  “Wh-Where’s Bethy?”

“Mom and Dad have her.  I didn’t want her around for this, to hear us.”

They still hadn’t left the front entryway.  Rick ran a shaking hand through his hair.  Tried to focus.  He’d come back, intending to tell Diane that he wanted a divorce and that he was moving out, immediately.  And now that the tables were turned on him, he found himself wanting to fight to keep his family together.  As if to keep Diane from one-upping him.  This was stupid.

Focus, man...

“Look, Diane, our marriage is done.  We both know that.  B-B-But you don’t have to — don’t move out.  This is Bethy’s home.  I’ll move out.  You two stay here.  Th-that’s what I came to tell you, anyway.  We can get a divorce, nice and-and-and easy.  You can have custody, so long as I get to visit… I’ll take care of Beth, make sure she has insurance…”

They stood in the entryway of their home and stared silently at each other.

Just like that, their marriage was over.

*************************************

“Where do want to put this, Rick?”  Harley was standing in the back of his shop, holding a milk crate, heavy with parts and pieces of equipment.

“Over there, I guess…”. Rick turned around in the cramped space.  They were rapidly running out of room.  “I-I-I just… I don’t see how this is going to work, Harley.  Th-Th-There’s just not enough room…. We’re gonna be f-f-fuckin’ on top of each other…”

Rick spied a door with pieces of lumber stacked against it.  “What’s behind that?”

“That goes to some sort of cellar.  I think it was a storm shelter or fallout shelter that her dad built back in the ‘60s.  I haven’t been down there in awhile.  Not since we were married.”

“Well, fuck, man.  Let’s check it out…”  Rick climbed over and around crap to get to the door, then started moving the lumber away, clearing out enough space around it so he could open it.

A steep flight of rickety looking wooden stairs led down into the darkness.  Rick switched on a cobweb-covered light switch at the top of the stairs and a dimly-watted bulb flickered on.  Without hesitation he started down the stairs.  Harley heard the sounds of him stumbling against something heavy followed by a grunt of pain and a muttered curse.

“Hey, man.  You-you got a flashlight?”  His voice drifted up from the darkness.  “I can’t find any other light switches…”

Within a few minutes Harley came down the stairs with a couple of flashlights, and the two explored the cellar.  Thick cobwebs hung from the rafters across the ceiling and everything was coated in an inch-thick layer of dust.  Scurrying sounds told them that the cellar already had inhabitants.  The air had a cellar’s typical damp-musty smell, but there didn’t seem to be any immediate signs of moisture.

Boxes and bags of army-style ready to eat meals and food supplies were stacked against one wall.  Several army cots were folded up and leaned against them. The cellar ran the entire length of the shop, but only the first third by the stairs had painted drywall and linoleum flooring.  The remaining two thirds was plain plywood walls and a cement floor.  A string of lightbulbs ran down the center of the ceiling for the entire length of the cellar.

“Shit!  This is perfect!  I-I-I can just set up my workshop down here…”  Rick turned to Harley,  excited.  “I-I-If that’s ok with you, man.”

“Course it is, what the hell kind of question is that?”

Within a few weeks, Rick and Harley had outfitted the cellar so that it was better suited to Rick’s needs.  They replaced the electrical wiring and added to the existing plumbing, installed a couple of heavy duty aluminum sinks, two long work benches, shelving along one wall, and a chemistry lab hood and exhaust system for venting fumes outside. They replaced some of the steps in the stairs and shored up the entire staircase.  Rick insisted on adding stronger support beams across the entire ceiling.

“So you and your bikes don’t fuckin’ fall down on top of me, man,” he’d told Harley.  

But he confined his workspace to the area which Harley’s father-in-law had already dried in and floored.  The remainder of the cellar was fine as it was for now.  He didn’t need the space just yet.  He was eager to get back to work on his projects.

Two of the cots were shot, the canvas eaten away by mice.  They left the other two down in the cellar, for Rick to sleep on if he needed to stay close by while an experiment was running.  And for Harley to join him, if he wanted to.  The wool blankets had to be burned, along with the two cots, and all the bags and boxes of MRE’s — half of which had been broken into by the mice.

“Th-they say that these never go bad, but….  F-F-fuck, that shit was gross enough to eat when they were somewhat fresh.”

“You were in the army?”  Harley was somewhat surprised.  He’d joined up when he was 18, at Jack’s insistence.

“It’ll help you become a man, son.  If you don’t want to go to college, then do this instead.  Hilly and I and the shop will still be here for you, when you get out.”

And so he’d joined up for four years.  It was tough, having to deal with the regimented lifestyle, always having to follow orders.  He spent his time there learning all he could about mechanics, engines, welding, electrical, even some plumbing and carpentry.  Learned how to repair and build just about anything.  His CO had wanted him to sign on for another four years, make the Army his career.  But after four years, he’d had enough.

Finally, he finished, with “a trade” as they called it, and some maturity, some wisdom.  More level-headed than he was before, less likely to fly off the handle over the little shit, the way his dad had always been.  He’d rejoined Jack at the shop and they built up the business together.  Then he met Diane…

“Y-Y-Yeah.  My college advisor sort of pushed me into it, as a way to get my graduate degree in engineering.  Make the army pay for it, he said.  So I put in my four years, got a Ph.D, then did the ol’ GTFO, as they say.  OTS fucking sucked.  Crawling through muddy ditches, underneath barbed wire fences…”

“Hey, at least you were an officer.  I was never anything more than a fucking grunt.  Sergeant Fucking Sanchez, at your service, sir.”

“Captain Sanchez, to you.”  Rick laughed.

“I guess neither of us got very far with our military careers.  But it paid off, in the long run.  For me, at least.  I know it made Jack happy, that I went.  I think I was gettin’ to be a handful for the old man…”

“My career was better for it, getting my doctorate opened up a lot of doors…”

They sat quietly in the firelight for several minutes.

They were sitting in a couple of old lawn chairs, watching the bonfire and drinking long neck beers out of an ice chest which sat on the ground between them.  They’d tossed a ton of shit from the shop and the cellar out onto the pile, then waited until sundown to douse it with kerosene and light it up.

The flames climbed into the night sky as they passed a joint back and forth, drank beer, and talked.

“Ever notice how similar our lives have been?” Harley asked, after taking a deep drag on the joint before passing it back to Rick.

“What, just because we’ve both been in the Army?”  Rick scoffed.

“Nah, man, not just that.  I mean...we both had fucked up childhoods.  Our dads were assholes…We both ran away from home -- I went to the streets, you went to school, to college.”  He paused, taking a long drag.  “We sort of had foster parents who basically volunteered,  took over raising us…”  He drifted off, staring into the fire.

“I don’t believe in coincidences.”  Rick replied flatly.

“Hell, even our dimensions are similar.”  Harley had ignored him and resumed talking.  “Mine’s 319-D and yours is D-319.”

“So, what’re you sayin’.  That this was all written in the stars?”

“Might’ve been…”

“Ppppffftt.”  Rick took the joint back from Harley, took a big hit off it.  “I don’t believe in coincidences.”  He said it while trying to keep the smoke in his lungs for as long as possible.

They sat there, quietly watching the fire, they’re long legs stretched out in front them, and their beer bottles resting in their crotches.

“My wife...my Diane, she died.”  Harley’s voice was emotionless.

“Yeah, I kind of figured…”. Rick had been curious, but was uncomfortable asking.

“She died in an accident with this asswipe.  Went for a ride with him on his — this fucked up Yamaha crotch rocket that he’d built himself from parts that he got out at scrap yards.  Couldn’t afford to buy a real bike, so he pieced together a bunch of shit…He was so fucking full of himself, ridin’ around on that piece of junk, like he was some kind of goddamn road warrior hero…

“The night she died, we’d been at a bar, about twenty miles away from here, two towns over.  She was gettin’ drunk, being a pain in the ass, flirtin’ with this fucker in front of me just to piss me off.  Finally, I’d had enough of her shit, told her if she wanted to go with him, be my fuckin’ guest.  Told her they weren’t gonna make it five miles down the road on that tricycle before it broke down or they had a blowout, then she’d be sorry.”

“How far’d they get?”  Rick already knew the gist of the ending.

“About seven.  Front wheel came off, bad welding job, front fork snapped completely away from the frame.  Threw him off the bike, went ass over head across the handlebars, landed on the pavement, broke his neck.  Died instantly.  She got caught under the body of the bike, dragged about fifty feet.  Tore the skin off one of her legs, right down to muscle and bone, just like peeling an apple.  They were picking pieces of her flesh up off the road when I came up on the scene — had no idea what had happened, that it was her.  Them.  Until I saw the bike…

“She had a miscarriage in the ambulance on the way to the hospital — I didn’t even know she was pregnant.  Friend of hers told me later, at the funeral, that she was planning to surprise me.  But then a buddy of mine, that chick’s boyfriend, told me that she wasn’t sure who the father was, which one of us.  Me or that asswipe.  That’s why she hadn’t told me about it, yet.  She’d been shittin’ bricks for weeks, not knowin’ what to do.”

“How far along was she?”

Harley took a moment, drained his beer before chunking the bottle into the fire.

“ ‘Bout four months.  It was a little girl.”  Harley reached for the joint, took a long hit.  “She died on the operating table, while they were amputating her leg.”

“Jeez, man.  I’m sorry.”

Harley pulled another beer out of the ice chest, cracked the cap off and flipped it into the fire.

“Ain’t nuthin’ for you to be sorry about.  You didn’t kill her…”

“When was this?”

“Well, let’s see...How old is your Beth?  Three?”

“She just turned three last month.”

“Yeah...So, our Beths would have been the same age.  You do the math.  You’re the engineer…”

The bonfire shifted, sending a huge wave of sparks and embers up into the night sky, swirling up into the air on the currents of the heat and the smoke.  Like a flock of birds, released from a cage.

After some minutes, Rick cleared his throat, spoke again.

“I missed her birthday.  He took them to Disney World.”  Rick hadn’t been “allowed” to see Beth on her birthday.  Diane’s boyfriend had taken them out of town for the entire week, to Florida.

“Yeah, I remember that, that she pulled that on you, with him.  What’s his name?  Greg?”  The name had significance for Harley as well.  It was the name of his Diane’s lover.  The one who drove the crotch rocket and killed them both, along with Harley’s hopes for a family and a future...

“Yeah.  F-F-Fuckin’ Gregory the Great.  St. Fuckin’ Gregory…”  Rick’s voice was bitter with anger and disappointment.

Turned out, Diane had been seeing Greg behind his back for three years.  Fucking bitch.  Her parents had met him long before, thought he hung the moon.  Took care of Beth on all those long weekends that she was supposedly visiting them, but instead had been going off with that fuckwad.  She’d been planning to leave Rick.  She was just working up the courage to do it.  Coming home to an empty house and finding the two used whiskey glasses on the coffee table was all the impetus she needed.

Now, after hearing Harley’s story about his Diane, Rick wondered if his Diane new who Beth’s real father was…   But, no.  Rick reconsidered.  Just spend five minutes with that child and anyone could tell.  She was all him.  All Rick.  In temperament, intelligence… She even had his piercing blue eyes.  Only in her they were still innocent and trusting, full of love and adoration when she looked up at him.

He wondered how long that love and adoration would last.

Last week Diane married Greg, less than a week after their divorce was final, and he immediately moved into their house.  Her house, he reminded himself.  Rick had made good on his promise to give her the house.  It just sucked ass that she’d brought another man in so soon after he’d left.

And just like that, Beth had a new daddy.

It had hurt.  He didn’t want to admit it.  He had been trying his best to keep the marriage going, wondering why she was drifting away from him, emotionally.  Turns out she’d fucking drifted off completely, unmoored herself from their little harbor and headed straight out to sea.  Without a backwards look.

He’d been so concerned about Beth’s welfare and well-being.  Was willing to keep working at that dull, boring firm, just so she’d have health benefits and so he could save for her college.  Then Greg stepped in and took over, took all his hopes for any remaining semblance of a family away from him...

Harley sat in the firelight and silently watched him out of the corner of his eye.  It was going to take Rick awhile to get over it.  Losing his family out of the blue like this.  Harley could relate.  He was patient.

He got up from the lawn chair, started walking towards the house.

“Wh-Where’re you off to?”

“Gotta take a leak.”

“Well, just go, off behind the shop, like I just did…”

“Nah, man.  I’m gonna get something.  Show you something.”

He returned a few minutes later with an acoustic guitar, holding it by its neck.  He sat down, took a healthy swig of beer, then slipped the strap over his head and sat back in the chair.  He strummed experimentally a few times, tuning the guitar.  Then started playing.

He played a classical guitar song, something that sounded Spanish.  The melody was somewhat melancholic, fitting Rick’s mood.  Not too intricate or fast-paced.  Just a gentle song.  The notes seemed to hang over them before drifting up into the night sky to float away with the smoke and embers from the bonfire.

The song ended and the two sat in silence, the crackling of the flames and the calling of the frogs and night insects were the only sounds around them.

Rick cleared his throat, his voice hoarse with emotion.  “Th-Th-That was beautiful, Papi.  Play something else…”

He slid down in the lawn chair, his long legs sprawled out in front him.  He leaned his head back, resting it against the back of the chair, and drank beer and listened while Harley played.  He stared sightlessly at the fire as tears streamed unchecked down his cheeks.

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