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telephone
summary: after a breakup with Sirius, allowing him to make a move to pursue his music dreams, you find yourself in an exciting game of telephone with his best mates, desperate to find out details of his new life. Unbeknownst to you, there are others involved in this game of telephone.
warnings: slight angst (happy ending), fluff, miscommunication, two idiots, sfw mentions of sex, swearing
sirius black x reader ✿ 6016 words
Three weeks. That's how long Sirius and you had been broken up. And yet, every day still felt torturous. Your girlfriends had suggested that you try dating again, but you didn't think it was fair to the poor bloke on the other end for you to be so desperately hung up on your ex-boyfriend.
You still remember the day you two had broken up. Sirius had been pursuing music for a few years after graduation as a lead singer and had failed to succeed. It wasn't until a month ago that he'd come bursting through the doors of your shared apartment, saying, "I finally got a gig! Isn't that great?" At that moment, he'd hugged you so hard, peppering your faces with kisses, leaving you both blushing, giggly messes. That was the happiest you'd ever seen him after typically grueling auditions and gigs with low attendance.
It was great, honestly. You were so happy Sirius finally had the opportunity to pursue his dreams. However, what wasn't great was that the gig was in Scotland, with a well-known, but anonymous to you, rock band in Glasgow as their lead singer. You didn't want to ruin his initial excitement, so you'd kept your worries and fears about the location to yourself. When Sirius realized a seven-hour drive to Glasgow from your apartment and a full-time job in London was an issue, you two finally sat down to talk a week after he received the offer.
He sat with you on your sofa, with cups of tea for you both. Your eyes were red and puffy, as you'd anticipated a breakup as soon as you two had agreed to discuss the upcoming move. After a two-hour-long discussion where Sirius had desperately tried to arrange to come on the weekends and subsequently realized the band schedule was unpredictable–not to mention he didn't have enough money to visit every weekend anyway–and you had realized you couldn't hold back the man you love from his dreams, you two tearfully agreed to call it quits for the sake of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Today was also the day that Sirius was leaving for Glasgow. Despite being broken up and not talking regularly, he had asked you to come to say goodbye to him at the train station. So, here you were, head buried in the crook of his neck, both his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, inhaling his scent of cigarettes, amber, and cedarwood as you said goodbye to the man you loved. You figured the level of this embrace wasn't appropriate for people who were "just friends" now, but who knows when you'd hug each other again. You hoped this wouldn't be the last time you'd inhale his scent or feel his embrace; you desperately wanted him to stay. You hoped he didn't see the tears on your cheeks as you waved goodbye from the train platform.
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It had now been a month since Sirius left for Glasgow. You'd been doing okay, better than you initially thought possible. Your heart was still recovering from the heartbreak of a breakup, but you'd been going to work regularly and hanging out with your girlfriends to make up for the loneliness that came with being recently single. You were still sad deep down, but having good friends and a hectic, time-consuming job was a great distraction from heartbreak.
Tonight, you and your friends planned to go to a local bar that you used to frequent with Sirius for drinks and darts. You got ready quickly, picked out an outfit suitable for a bar, and styled your hair hurriedly. Just before you were about to leave, you felt a ding in your back pocket and read a text from your friends telling you that they had to cancel.
Sighing, you shoved your phone back into your pocket. "Just my luck," you muttered. You were excited to see your friends and have a few drinks, but it doesn't seem that will happen. Unless… you were already ready anyway, why not go to the bar to have fun alone? You quickly decided that was a great idea and left in a hurry to walk to the bar. You made haste and walked to the bar quickly, excited to have fun and admittedly get a little tipsy after a long week.
Although the bar was only six blocks away–relatively short for London standards–walking in heels left you with blisters when you reached the door. When you entered the bar, you sat on one of the stools near the bartender and ordered an old-fashioned, planning to get buzzed quickly.
After downing approximately four old-fashioned drinks–though you'd truthfully lost count–you were solidly tipsy and ready to socialize with the nearest human. You had probably looked a bit odd hunched over at the bar hammering drinks alone, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, and you'd consider a recent breakup and friend cancellation desperate times. At this point, you could feel the effects of alcohol buzzing through your system. You were warm, admittedly just slightly sloppy, delighted, and ready to socialize with some people.
Spinning around on your bar stool to face the crowd, you peered among people's faces, looking for fun, friendly girls and playing a game that made it easy to join. Scanning left to right, you stopped once you saw two familiar faces: James and Remus. Usually, one would think you'd hightail it out of the bar after seeing your recent ex's two best friends–perhaps it was liquid courage or sheer stupidity–but you decided to waltz over to their high-top table and plop down next to them as they played a game of cards.
Startled by your non-stealthy, loud, and frankly drunk movements, Remus and James looked up simultaneously to meet your loopy, dazed grin and an embarrassing spot of red lipstick on your teeth you were unaware of. "Hi Remus, hi James," you spoke excitedly, any ounce of social anxiety smothered with whiskey.
"Hi, Y/N, having a fun night?" James spoke first, quickly noticing your inebriated state. He sported a friendly smile but looked a bit shocked by your entrance. You knew Remus and James well. The possibility of them not being your friends after the breakup had been difficult and saddening. Remus and James frequently accompanied you to Sirius' smaller gigs in London, and all four of you often got drinks after the show ended. By the time you and Sirius had broken up, you had considered Remus and James good friends and assumed they felt the same way about you.
"I'm having so much fun," you near-shouted excitedly, a broad smile overtaking your features. Remus and James laughed in response, eyes crinkling as they observed your enthusiastic state.
Pausing for a second, figuring out how to phrase his next question, Remus asked, "How are you doing? Especially after everything that happened, if you don't mind me being intrusive." He wore a smile, but as his eyes scanned your face and figure, you could tell he was trying to analyze how you'd been coping with the breakup outside the bar.
You sucked in a breath, the feeling of air expanding your lungs dulled from the liquor but grounding you nonetheless. Not expecting the sincere question, you pondered on it for a moment. You had been doing okay with the band-aid of your job and your friends keeping you busy. However, you weren't sure if you were doing okay because you felt okay about the breakup or hadn't given yourself enough time to process it.
After digging deep down to address the wound in your heart, you decided it was the latter. "I've been doing okay. I've kept myself busy with work and friends, but I miss him a lot," you answered truthfully. Before Sirius got the gig in Glasgow, your relationship was almost perfect. Aside from the typical small arguments here and there, you two were infatuated with each other. Your breakup was necessary, but it wasn't wanted from either side.
Remus nodded, understanding what you meant and probably even the context of it all due to his proximity to Sirius. James interrupted the heartfelt moment with his typically cheerful attitude. "Well, if you're looking for more distractions, you could join us for a round of cards!" Although enthusiastic, his offer came out unsure, wondering if you wanted distraction or comfort.
You laughed in response, touched by his effort to comfort you even though you and Sirius were no longer together. "I think that sounds nice," you answered with a soft smile.
And so, over a few hours, you, Remus, and James drank multiple beers, played numerous card games, and divulged in far too many details regarding your feelings about your and Sirius' recent breakup. You told them you didn't know when you'd be ready to start dating again, that you missed the social connection and physical intimacy from a romantic relationship, and that you didn't know how much longer you could ignore the feelings of a brutal breakup with work and friends. They listened empathetically despite the inappropriate nature of you divulging these details with your ex's closest friends.
The excellent news is that alcohol hadn't just loosened up your filter but also James' and Remus' filters. Sirius was notoriously private, so his social media was no help finding details about his new life in Glasgow. Most of his posts were for marketing purposes. However, Remus and James were evidently mouthy drunks, and throughout the evening, you'd find out that although Sirius had tried going on dates, he stopped because the heartbreak was still too raw. Serves him right. When James shared that with you, Remus kicked him a bit too obviously, James flinching from his foot hidden under the tabletop, but the damage was done, and the information was stored in your mind.
"How is the gig going?" you asked. Although you had been craving details of Sirius' dating life, you also wanted to know how he was doing after years of hard work and sought-out gigs.
"I think he's doing okay. He took over for a lead singer who had a baby and listed his leave as indefinite, though he said it's weird being the new one in a band who has been together and known each other for years." Remus answered, James, nodding along. You hadn't thought about the social awkwardness associated with joining a band so late after its formation, but it seemed Sirius was adjusting well.
Staring at the somewhat blurry clock on the wall, you realize it is almost 3 a.m. and far past your bedtime. Gathering your coat to brave the cold weather, you leaped up from the bar stool and stretched your sore limbs. "Well, I have to get going, but thanks for keeping me company tonight," you offered your thanks with a small smile.
Remus and James looked at the clock in response, gathering their jackets and cards after seeing the time. "No problem, we're glad to hear that you're doing well," James smiled at you, his eyes crinkling up. He was always so friendly.
Walking out of the bar alone in the frigid night air reminded you of your loneliness again. Perhaps the cold air was sobering, or maybe it reminded you how nice it was to hold Sirius' warm hand on frigid nights like this and how his constant teasing always made warm, boisterous laughs escape your mouth.
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When you woke up in your apartment the following day, you still had on your clothes from the night before, recalling how you stumbled into the door and promptly passed out on the bed. Remembering the events from before with James and Remus–although delighted by the information you received–you expected them to never talk to you again, and even worse, you expected Sirius to hear about your nosiness and subsequently block you too.
So that's why you were surprised to see a text in a brand new group chat with Remus and James that read, "Cards and beer again next weekend?"
And so it began.
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The next time you met up with Remus and James, you had a lot of life updates. For one, after reminiscing about Sirius and you walking home from the bar, you decided to go on a date to get him off your mind. It went terribly wrong. You went out for dinner with one of your coworkers, Charles. You two had sat awkwardly together while you devoured a steak, barely making any conversation outside of eating noises and sipping drinks in an attempt to get rid of anxiety. When he walked you home, he very unsubtly tried to get you to invite him upstairs, and by the end of his efforts, you were convinced the only reason he went out with you was to end the night in your bedroom. Now, things are awkward at work, and you've decided you can never speak to him again.
Trying to date again only made you want to get back together with Sirius more; you wished that was possible. You missed the comfort of being in a relationship with someone who knew you like the back of their hand. It never felt like an effort to converse with Sirius, even when it took you too long to come up with a comeback to his constant banter. It also never felt nerve-wracking or scary to initiate hand-holding, embraces, or kisses, only sometimes when he looked exceptionally handsome.
You were also incredibly frustrated. You'd resorted to looking at one of Sirius' few fan pages as a more minor artist and had discovered he'd been on a date. You had no idea how it went, but it dampened your mood nonetheless. Hypocritical? Yes. True? Also yes.
When you found yourself sitting across from Remus and James with the same beer as last time, lazily playing cards and more focused on conversation, you told them just that. Most people probably would feel stupid indulging in such personal endeavors to their ex-boyfriend's friends–you probably should feel more stupid doing so–but your friends are so busy, and you can't keep your tragic dating life to yourself anymore.
"And get this, after practically ignoring me the entire date and asking me to split the bill, he asked if he could come upstairs with me when we reached my apartment building! Isn't that ridiculous?" You rant to James and Remus about your date with Charles, feeling new waves of anger and frustration as you remembered the events. Although less wasted than last time, drinking multiple rounds of beer made you more loose-lipped than usual.
Remus' face crinkled in poorly concealed disgust. "Men like him have no shame. You would think he'd try to set things right as your coworker, but the fact he hasn't talked to you says a lot about him." James nodded in silent agreement.
Grumbling and propping your head into your arms on the table, you mumbled, "Ugh, I know. I wish dating wasn't so hard." Frustration sank deep into your veins. Being in a relationship with Sirius felt like one in a million. He was handsome, kind, thoughtful, respected boundaries, and made you so comfortable. Now, the first time you were thrown back into the ring, you happened to go on a date with someone who was Sirius's antithesis.
James patted your back in what was supposed to be a comforting rub. Then suddenly, he chortled. "You know, Sirius also has had trouble dating. He tried going out again with this girl he met at a bar. She went to the restroom and never returned after he told her he was a musician." Remus elbowed James in the ribs, likely for telling you something Sirius would not want you to know. You internally cheered; now you knew the answer to your looming question.
You shoot up almost immediately at the information, a bright light of warm, comfortable, purely selfish happiness burrowing itself in your chest. "Really!?" You ask excitedly, which both Remus and James laugh at.
"Hey, try not to look too excited! He's still one of my best mates," James laughs at your response, clearly bemused by your immediate shift in mood. A small smile graces Remus' lips, and a shiny, mischievous glint overtakes his eyes.
You try to tone it down a bit. "I know, I'm sorry. I know I'm being selfish. I just can't help but wish Sirius was still hanging up on me, too," you admit, letting a bit of sadness come to the surface of your emotions.
"You're still hung up on him?" Remus asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. You knew it was embarrassing to admit, but years of feelings don't go away after a couple of months. Of course, you were still hung up on Sirius. He had been your best friend, too, which James and Remus may have forgotten.
"Isn't that obvious? Of course, I'm still hung up on him. He was my best friend," you admitted quietly, eyes glazing over. You knew this was definitely something you shouldn't be sharing with James and Remus. But the smooth flush of alcohol in your system and feelings of nostalgia quickly overwhelmed your senses.
Remus and James noticed your heightened emotions, side-eyeing each other very clearly. You did not appreciate that. "If you tell him that, I will hurt you two," you threatened, narrowing your eyes.
Remus and James simply laughed but nodded at your empty threat, resuming your game of cards. "Scout's honor," James swore, swearing himself to secrecy.
By the night's end, you'd heard much about Sirius' gig, dating life, and adjustment to Glasgow. It sounded like it was going well, which you were conflicted about. On the one hand, you want the best for him. On the other hand, you're a selfish monster who wants nothing more than for him to come running back home to you. Not that you'd be the first person he would see anyway.
Over the next month, you had to travel to Paris for a work trip, severely restricting your scheduled beer and card games with Remus and James. This was highly displeasing; you wanted nothing more than to hound them for updates. The travel may be for the good, but it would help you move on quickly. And also help me seem less like a deranged stalker, you thought to yourself. Nonetheless, when you were back in a month, you, Remus, and James had beer, cards, and gossip planned again.
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Paris was more fun than you could've ever imagined. Although you still had to work there, and this was the most extended work trip you'd ever been on, your boss was accommodating and perhaps lazy, allowing you to take most of the day to lounge around and explore the city.
And that's how you met Jean. Jean was a handsome Parisian man who did a fantastic job taking your mind off Sirius. You had met him at a nightclub about two weeks into your trip, at approximately 3 a.m.—who knew Parisians partied so late and so hard? When he slipped his number into your back pocket, it almost felt like fate. You weren't entirely convinced he was your soulmate, but you were getting close.
You two weren't exclusive, but you found solace in spending the night intertwined, allowing you to escape the hotel and find romance after a long, painful, dry spell. Although a secret, tumultuous romance sounded quite appealing and much like a romance novel—which made you feel like a cool protagonist—you knew you had to talk to someone about your new fling.
The issue was that your girlfriends would be too nosy. They would want to know everything about Jean, including his social media, which could be disastrous. You need to talk to someone who would know, but they wouldn't grill you for information, so you decided on Remus and James.
You were hoping their oath to secrecy wasn't a lie because when you sent a text to your group chat that read, "Guess who can say she's been with a Parisian man?" it felt perilous. You were hoping you could unpack the details of your fling when you saw them again, not wanting to send a long text explaining everything.
However, when James replied, "I see you're going worldwide," with a winky face, your doubts eased a bit. It felt good having your secret fling off your chest, even if you knew telling James and Remus was an idiotic, terrible, but oh-so-relieving idea.
That night, you spent the night at Jean's again. You never really had much conversation with him. Your French was shoddy at best, and when he kissed the skin under your ear lobe after sharing a bottle of wine, it felt almost as good as a meaningful conversation. It was nearly enough to push away the memories of Sirius and you talking until your conversation ended with bellies and lungs tight from laughter, your faces wet from happy tears.
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It had been another week since you'd been in Paris. Things had slowed down significantly with Jean, especially after you'd realized that he could not cure your heartache. You both knew your arrangement, or whatever it was, was only short-term. He was handsome and into you, but he also lived in Paris and, hence, was not a viable option for you. He kissed you on the cheek when you parted, but it felt surface-level. Which it was, considering you had seen each other for only a week.
Thinking of Sirius also still wanted to make you violent, to make you bang your head against the wall. When you'd shared that with James and Remus, they said he missed you and that things were tough in Glasgow, but you couldn't tell if they were saying it just to be excellent. Given the new low levels they'd observed you at, they had reason to.
Today, you were walking to a coffee shop for remote work. If you'd consider staring at an empty Excel spreadsheet, work. When you said your boss was relaxed, you meant it. He'd posted a photo of himself at the Eiffel Tower eight times over the three weeks you'd been in Paris.
You ordered yourself a cappuccino and sat down at a booth to lock in and watch TV shows on your computer while you pretended to be doing work. That was until you saw a familiar head of jaw-length black hair walk into the coffee shop: Sirius.
No fucking way. You had to fight the urge to gasp out loud, bolt out of the shop, and abandon your electronics to escape the feelings of gut-wrenching heartbreak that reappeared upon seeing his face. He honestly looked a lot worse than when you'd seen him last. His face needed a good shave, he had heavy eye-bags, and he looked like he'd lost a concerning amount of weight since moving to Glasgow. You frowned at the thought of him suffering there.
Apparently, he could feel your eyes on him because his gaze fell on you when he turned his head to scan the coffee shop. Internally screaming, you had to fight the urge to sink underneath the table and pretend you didn't exist. You should've run when you had the opportunity.
His mouth opened in recognition and shock, a small smile curving upon his lips. Fighting the urge to pretend you didn't know him and run, you offered him a small smile and wave, gesturing at him to join you. This was such a bad idea that you internally face-palmed yourself at your unbelievable stupidity. You have been pining over your ex-boyfriend for months, and what do you do? Invite him to join you at a coffee shop and talk. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
He approached your table, pulling out the chair on the opposite end of the booth to sit down in. "Hi Sirius," you spoke first, quiet, maybe timid, but friendly nonetheless. Your heart felt like it could explode out of your chest, and levels of heartbreak, sadness, and longing flooded to the surface, seeing him so close to you. Not to mention, he looked unwell, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace him like you would've done in the past.
"Hi, Y/N," Sirius said, too. You both looked at each other for a second, a cloud of awkwardness and heartbreak in the air. He inhaled deeply, "How are you?" he offered up, breaking the silence.
"I'm doing okay," you answered truthfully. "I've been busy with work and seeing my friends a lot," and there's the lie. You stared at a spreadsheet all day, and the only friends you'd seen frequently were Remus and James, who were Sirius's more friends than yours.
"I'm happy to hear that," Sirius responded with a small smile. He paused for a second, thinking about his following words. "I heard from James that you've been dating again; I'm glad you're doing well," He spoke again, a forlorn look glazing over his brown eyes. His lips wore a neutral smile, but his eyes told a different story. Upon hearing these words, your heart dropped into your lower stomach. I'm going to kill him, you thought. James was so in for it. The worst part was you weren't even dating Jean anymore. You weren't ever dating him; he was just a fling and a distraction.
You needed to figure out how to correct this vital error. Clearly, Sirius had gotten the wrong impression about your dating life from James, that bastard. Despite your frustration, after thinking about it, you didn't know there was a use in correcting the error. After all, despite how pathetic and in love you were with Sirius, he was still in Glasgow. "Thanks, Sirius, I appreciate it," you opted to respond to his comment after thinking about your situation. "How are you?" you asked. Despite his interesting appearance, you had hoped he wasn't terrible.
"I'm okay. I'm moving back to London soon, though," he smiled. Oh no. You swore you felt your heart drop on the floor. When you convinced yourself that this relationship was forever out of your grasp, he dropped this bomb on you.
"Oh! Really?" You ask with an empty, fake smile, though you were admittedly surprised by this confession. "I suppose it will be nice to be closer to James and Remus again!" You added. You hoped he thought it would be nice to be closer to you again, too, but he officially thought you were dating someone else, and it felt too late into the conversation to reverse back on the error. It would be both confusing and humiliating to admit you had gone on with the lie.
He nodded. "The lead singer was on leave because he had a baby; even though he listed it as indefinite, he decided to start working again," Sirius answered honestly, explaining the situation to you. You swear you could feel your heart snap into a million little pieces. You and Sirius had broken up believing this job arrangement was permanent, but now it felt like all your heartbreak was for nothing.
"I see. What are you gonna do in London?" you asked, trying to convince yourself he might get tied down to another band. That way, the heartbreak would feel a lot less awful.
"I'm going solo," Sirius told you. His typical confident demeanor was shredded; he was excited, but his words left enough room for you to tell he was looking for your approval.
"Congratulations, Sirius. I'm really happy for you," you said. You were happy for him; this had always been his dream, but it was easier to break into the music scene in a group. However, this was probably the worst situation for mending your heart. If Sirius was solo, he wasn't tied to a band or their touring schedule. If he didn't think you were dating Jean, it would be entirely possible for you guys to rekindle your relationship. You felt like going to the Eiffel Tower solely to climb it and throw yourself off.
You took a deep breath, desperately needing to escape the situation and think. "I have to get going," you blurted awkwardly and rashly. "I have to go back to the office; my lunch break is over," you added in a quieter, more normal-sounding voice. You hoped Sirius would ignore that it was 10 a.m. and nowhere near lunchtime. It was a pathetic, poorly thought-out lie in an attempt to escape.
"Oh, well, it was nice talking to you. See you around!" Sirius responded, clearly taken aback by your sudden departure. If you didn't feel like you were going to vomit up your breakfast, you would've felt bad, as he clearly thought you were desperate to ditch him. You were, not because you hated him, but because you still loved him.
You nodded, quickly packed up your belongings, waved goodbye, and bolted out of the coffee shop, nearly tripping over your shoes on the way out. It was so embarrassing. You opened your group chat with Remus and James, sending a single text, "Traitors!"
James' reply was a single emoji with their tongue sticking out.
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You had been back in London for a week, and after multiple texts from now-apologetic James and Remus, who had been apologetic from the start, you agreed to meet them again at the bar to talk. You were honestly still a bit upset. Knowing that there was now a possibility of getting back together with Sirius, which you had subsequently squashed, had reopened deep sadness.
You entered the bar, immediately spotting James and Remus at your usual table. You sat down with a small smile; they were still your friends, and you waited for an explanation.
Immediately as you sat down in the booth, James blurted out, "I'm sorry!" You nodded but raised your eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "Please forgive me. I promise I thought you were dating Jean, and Sirius asked about you. I couldn't leave him hanging; he's my best friend." James blurted out the information rapidly, clearly apologetic and anxious.
However, there was only one piece of information that you immediately narrowed down on. "Wait, Sirius was asking about me?" you asked, shocked and slightly shaken. Here, you thought you were the pathetic ex-girlfriend hounding details out of James and Remus, but maybe, just maybe, Sirius was the pathetic ex-boyfriend, too.
Remus responded with a snort, "Please, Sirius has been asking us about you nearly every day for the past three months!" James nods hurriedly, clearly trying to appease your worries.
"And you didn't tell me?" you ask, a twinge frustrated—scratch that, a lot frustrated. You'd been ranting to them for months about how heartbroken and sad you were, only to discover that Sirius was equally upset.
"Well, we didn't know if he'd be returning either. We thought we were being good friends hearing you guys out. We didn't want either of you to know about the other in case Sirius stayed in Glasgow," Remus explained, his words coming out quickly.
You nodded in response. Although you were frustrated, Remus's and James's explanations made sense. Honestly, you felt terrible dumping all that responsibility on them.
"Well, we have to go. Bye!" James said, grabbing Remus' arm and running out of the bar. You gaped in response, shocked by how quickly they tried to run off. Their mannerisms made no sense until you saw a familiar face for the first time since Paris: Sirius.
He looked shocked to see you approaching the table you sat at. "Hey, Y/N, what are you doing here?" That seemed like something you should ask him.
"I just met up with James and Remus," you replied sheepishly. You didn't know if he knew about your continued meetings. And you hoped he didn't know that you had been milking them for information about his life in Glasgow.
"Oh, they told me to meet them here," Sirius said. "I wonder if they decided to switch locations. I can go to meet them," he continued, using his thumbs to point towards the door and indicate his departure.
You think you both knew that James and Remus had planned this. However, you also knew that Sirius was likely being nice and didn't want to make you uncomfortable since he was under the impression that you were dating Jean.
When Sirius started to retreat, you saw his broad, tall figure walk out the bar's doors, a bell dinging as he left, and you knew you couldn't sit back. You couldn't let the man you love get away from you again. Knowing you could've done something to stop it, you couldn't deal with another heartbreak.
You hopped up from the bar stool, running after Sirius's figure until you reached him two blocks away, in front of a brick alleyway. "Sirius, wait!" you nearly pant, clearly out of shape, reaching out to clutch his wrist. He turned around to face you, looking dejected. "I'm not seeing Jean," you blurted out–still out of breath–a rare moment of vulnerability. You wanted to smack your hand over your mouth. "He was just someone, something, to get my mind off you for a while." You felt like you needed a muzzle right now.
His expression shifted from sadness to surprise but then again to emotions you couldn't put your finger on. “Y/N…” He began, but you quickly cut him off.
"Please, I know I messed up," you admitted quietly. You were embarrassed. "I should've been honest with you. I should've told you I missed you and had been honest with you, but I didn't know if you would ever return. So I resorted to playing a game of telephone with James and Remus. I should've just asked you how you were doing."
He looked bashful for a second, an emotion you didn't usually see on Sirius. "Well, you weren't the only one playing the game telephone. I kind of, maybe, told James and Remus to continue meeting with you so I knew what was happening in your life." He pauses for a second, trying to figure out how to continue. "And for the record, you didn't mess up seeing Jean; we were broken up, and you had every right to move on. I just selfishly wished you had been waiting for me."
You laugh at his confession. You should've known James, and Remus wouldn't have continued to update you without telling Sirius information, too. After all, he was their friend first. "I should've known they would sell me out to you and that they wouldn't be the most reliable relayers of my life." You sucked in a quick breath, "I wish I had waited for you, too; I just didn't know if you were ever coming home." If you weren't embarrassing yourself enough, you suddenly said, "I never stopped loving you."
A vast silence washed over the two of you for a moment, your sudden confession hanging over your heads like a ripe fruit from a tree, desperate to be desired. Then, Sirius reached out to cup your cheeks, both rosy from the cold air and the heat of your confession. His eyes searched yours before he spoke. "I never stopped loving you either," he admitted.
A surge of relief flooded your system, along with bone-deep golden joy. You didn't let another moment pass before you wrapped him in a tight embrace, your head falling under his chin. He allowed a burst of happy, surprised laughter to escape his lips before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. When you held each other, all the misunderstandings and doubts between you two melted away, replaced by love and closeness. You never wanted to let go of him again.
After a moment, he pulled away, "You could've just told me you missed me, dollface." Although you felt touched, he had so quickly re-adopted your old nickname, you punched his arm nonetheless.
"Shut up," you murmured, leaning upwards to envelop his lips in a gentle, soft kiss. When he smiled against your lips, you hoped you two could stay like that forever.
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First Week Of School
Request: By @slytherincursebreaker for me to make a written version of this artwork that I highly recommend you go look at before reading! They never cease to amaze me with their work!
Summary: Penelope it seems has been using words she doesn’t fully understand…
Authors Note: As you can see I had too much fun writing about domestic Michael. But do I care? Nope!
Taglist: @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee @slytherincursebreaker @tumblin-theworldaway
Warnings: Pregnancy, hormones, smutty talk, discussions of a sexual nature (if I miss any let me know!)
Michael Gavey never thought he would ever have kids, let alone a wife, or even a girlfriend at that. Yet that all changed when in his first class of his first year at Oxford, he met you. Granted, he’d been an absolute idiotic prat, as he himself had put it. Yet somehow you kept on coming back to hang out with him with a smile on your face.
Even when Oliver Quick abandoned him in the pub at the drop of a hat just so he could get five minutes of stupid Cattons time and attention like some kind of desperate puppy, you managed to sneak away from your much more popular friends and catch up with him while he was headed back to his accommodation. And when he asked why, you’d said it was all to ask if he was okay and wanted someone to talk to.
In all honesty It was probably the first moment is sort of clocked in Michael’s head that he liked you as more than a friend.
He somehow managed to keep hanging out with you rest of the school year. Even plucking up the courage from not even he knows where to ask you for your phone number so he could talk to you during the holidays when he’d be forced to go back to his parents house.
When the next school year came around in September though, it was with great pride when he practically peacocked his way back to campus with you on his arms and his virginity long gone behind him.
And by the end of Oxford, he had a ring in his pocket just waiting to be placed on your finger, which soon was done by the end of that year.
Years went by since Oxford though, and yours and his lives changed for the better as the two of you moved in together in a nice quaint flat and eventually did manage to get married. It hadn’t been a very big event as the both of you only invited just a handful of guests, and yet it was easily the happiest days of yours and his lives.
It had been an especially emotional time when somehow both of you managed to start ugly crying at each other’s speeches.
Yet you easily managed to outcry yourself when two weeks after coming back from your honeymoon in America, or more specifically after a spontaneous trip to the airplane cubicle, you found yourself sitting on the toilet while Michael was away at work with a pregnancy test in hand, and four more sitting on the edge of the bath saying the same thing.
Pregnant.
You’d tried to surprise Michael that same day after finding out by surprising him when he came back from work, but it didn’t help as the so called ‘baby brain’ managed to somehow hit early, and somehow at the near exact time when Michael was walking through the front door about to greet you, you were frantically trying to put out the fire that had miraculously started on the now charcoal bun you’d placed in the about an hour ago in the oven.
“What on earth is going on?!” You hear Michael shout, his voice confused as he watches from the doorway you frantically try to throw the charcoal lump into the sink.
“It wasn’t my fault!” You say practically on the verge of tears as you try to blink through the sudden onslaught of tears.
“Hey hey hey none of that!” Michael says, dropping his leather satchel as he moves closer to you so he can take you in his arms and kiss the top of your head, while rubbing a comfortingly warm hand on your back. “What’s the issue love?”
“I-I-“ You begin, somehow crying even harder at Michael’s warm embrace. “I wanted to surprise you! But I ruined it!”
“We all forget things sometimes love, doesn’t make you any less smart! Now, what is it you wanted to surprise me with?”
“I…” You pause, stepping away slightly so you could grab his hand previously on your back and place it on your belly. “I’m pregnant Michael.”
You could swear you could see the exact moment his mind went numb, and you honestly don’t think you’ve seen a better state of his. Other than when he’s been fucked out of his mind of course.
“Are you serious?” He eventually says, knocking himself out of his little trance to look you dead in your eyes.
“Yeah darling,” You smile, beginning to tear up again when you see your husbands face slowly turn into his own delighted grin. “We’re having a baby!”
“We’re having a baby!” Michael repeats, his voice breaking as his own tears start falling. Scratch what you thought earlier about outcrying yourself in the bathroom earlier today, within five seconds Michaels already managed to outdo you again.
Over the next few months Michael was attentive as he could be with work and all that, and yet you honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better. Even when the baby was being born in the delivery room, Michael was standing next to you with his hand in yours, and very much ugly crying.
“Michael, you aren’t the one giving birth!” You groan, glaring up at him while you continue to groan in pain. Still, your ever sarcastic husband gave his very much expected sarcastic response while you continued to crush his hand in your own.
Though by the next day, you were holding his and yours daughter in your arms. A girl you both agreed to name Penelope.
The years went by quickly with Penelope in yours and Michaels lives, and it was with great sadness when you realised you wouldn’t get your little one to welcome you both home with a smile on her face, as Penelope’s starting date for primary school came soon approaching.
“Can’t she just start next year?” Michael asks, getting into bed with you and kissing the side of your head before grabbing the physics book on his side table.
“If she starts next year, she’ll be older than all the kids there. You don’t want people to think she got held back do you?” You smile, using your husband’s own doubts about her against him as you pretend to focus on your own book.
It takes everything in you not to burst out laughing at Michael’s little grumble he does out of the corner of your eye. You can’t see it, but you know for sure he’s got a little scrunched up glare on his face like he always does when he’s annoyed at something.
The next few days pass and Michael doesn’t bring up the idea of Penelope starting next year again. Though whether that’s fuelled by Michael’s fear of a held back daughter of something else you don’t know, as the first day of school soon approaches.
On the day however, everything starts smoothly as you make Penelope a healthy breakfast to get her through the day and make her a sufficient lunch box filled with food you’re pretty sure has the food she currently claims to like in.
Yet when you, Penelope and Michael get to the front gate of the school, that’s when the waterworks start. And it weren’t even started by Penelope nor yourself. In actuality it was Michael who began sniffling when your daughter walked into class for the first time all on her own, with her bright pink my little pony backpack strapped tight to her back paired with a bright smile on her face.
“Oh honey…” You sigh, putting your arms around him and tucking his head in the curve of your neck. It didn’t matter if his glasses were digging into your skin, or if his tears were leaving uncomfortable wet patches on your shirt. All that did matter was making sure Michael was feeling comforted and loved at that moment while other parents and children awkwardly stood around you.
“She’s not our little girl anymore…” He murmurs, his lips tickling your skin while his breath begins to slowly even out.
“She’ll always be our little girl Michael,” You say, kissing the top of his head before he moves away from you, his face a lovely shade of pink with embarrassment. “Whether she’s beginning primary school or finishing her A-levels, she will always be our little girl. Do you understand me?”
“Course I do you twit!” Michael says, rolling his eyes at not only you but at the mother he heard behind you gasp in shock at his little nickname, even when he most certainly knows he could’ve said a whole lot worse. Especially when he remembers the uni days and the whole range of vocabulary he used back then.
Still he ignores her as he grabs your hand to drag you back to the car so the two of you can go back home and get ready for work. And later that day when 3pm comes around, both you and Michael stand eagerly by the after school pick up point, with you watching with such fond eyes when you see Michael open his arms wide to give Penelope a big hug as she runs up to him, her own arms open as wide as they can go.
“Did you have a nice day sweetie?” You say, smiling as your daughter finally moves to look at you and give you your own small hug. Yet not as big of a one she gave Michael of course, as hell make sure to mention later on.
“Yeah mama!” She says, grinning loud and radiating pure joy as you and Michael lead her to the car with one of her hands in yours and the other in Michael’s. “I made lots new friends today!”
“Any boys?” Michael offhandedly asks, not really expecting an answer, but he certainly reacts like he was looking for one when your daughter actually answers with an enthusiastic yes and a handful of boy names. Totally oblivious to Michael’s genuinely horrified expression that makes you want to take out your phone and take a picture of it to make it your Home Screen picture.
“Well it’s a good thing you’ve made all these friends! Hasn’t it Michael?” You ask with a pointed stare and a harsh pinch to his leg after you’ve strapped in Penelope and got into the car together.
“Yeah yeah lots of friends I’m very proud of you sweetheart…” Michael says with gritted teeth, looking at you with his own glare telling you exactly what he thought of these new friends of your daughter. The topic of which he brought up again later that night, after eating dinner together, brushing teeth and getting into bed.
“I told you we should’ve let her wait another year…” Michael grumbles, glaring at the page of his book that he’d been on for the last ten minutes.
“And what would that simply achieve?” You ask him, turning the page of your own book. “It’s not like you’d be able to convince her cooties are real and to stay away from boys love, as the teachers would just intervene.”
“I could certainly try…” He simply says back, finally turning the page. You don’t engage with Michael anymore as you sigh while switching off your lamp and getting yourself comfortable between the sheets. Though before you shut your eyes you have to pull Michael down slightly to give him a deep loving kiss.
“Night love.” You say, shutting your eyes and acting oblivious to the flustered mess that is your husband sitting beside you. Yet when you hear his own shaky goodnight back you can’t help yourself from giggling slightly, before allowing sleep to take you.
The rest of the week though goes well, with a significantly less amount of tears from everyone while you drop Penelope off and pick her up from school. And by Friday, all three of you have managed to get yourselves in a good little routine.
“Now Michael, remember that I’ve got that meeting at work at 3 so I can’t pick up Penelope with you today!” You calmly say, focused on packing your daughter’s lunch box which according to her needs to have a cheesestring and a babybel so she can share with her friend Alex.
It’s adorable, so you allowed it almost instantly. Yet somehow it made it even better when you heard Michael two minutes after trying to interrogate your four year old daughter on whether Alex was a boy or a girl.
“Fine fine…” He groans, moving away with a roll of his eyes to kiss your forehead in a loving gesture. “And don’t worry love I’ll be fine on my own! Just as long as stupid Alex ain’t there…”
“Oh behave Michael!” You sternly say, your eyebrows furrowing in annoyance at his insistent worrying. “And besides. If you do this and behave, I’ll do that thing you like tonight with you. How about that?”
“Really?!” Michael asks, a mixture of surprise and arousal on his face. “Outfit and all?”
“Outfit and all.” You repeat, a sultry smile on your face as you kiss the corner of his mouth next to his lips and move away to grab the finished lunch box and place it in her backpack. “Penelope it’s time to go! Put your big girl shoes on please!”
“Yes mummy!” You can hear her say upstairs as she comes bolting down the stairs with an adorable smile on her face. The sound of which you assume knocks Michael from his little trance, as as soon as she comes down and starts putting her shoes on that’s when Michael comes from the direction of the kitchen with his own adorably bashful look on his face.
The rest of the day for Michael though goes great. As that morning with you he drops Penelope of at school, afterwards dropping you at your own work.
“I’ll see you later love.” He says, kissing you on the lips before you move to get out of the car.
“Oh I most certainly will baby.” You smirk back, making his stomach twist and turn in anticipation for later.
“Such a tease…” He murmurs, before starting the car and driving off to work. There weren’t many classes for the day, as by the time came for him to start driving to Penelopes school to get ready to pick her up, he’d already eaten lunch and popped into the bakery by his work to get her a little gingerbread man for an afterschool treat.
It was all going so well as he waited by the pick up area with the treat sitting in his coat pocket. That is however, before Penelope’s form teacher who he remembers meeting when originally toured around the school, came up to him and asked for a quick chat about something that happened today.
“What happened?! Did something happen to her?!” He frantically asked as soon as he walks inside the teachers empty classroom and sat in a chair opposite her desk.
“Oh no nothings happened to Penelope at all!” The teacher reassures, a comfortable smile on her face. “I do however want to discuss with you about some particular language that she used earlier today during break time on the playground.”
“Oh really?” Michael asks, curiousity on his face when he thinks about the words he and yourself try to use when around her. Though when the teacher begins to speak, pure and utter mortification is only what remains.
“From what I heard of the playground monitor on duty, Penelope was talking to one of her male classmates when she used what she herself called NFI. She explained the situation and the words involved in NFI quite graphically I must say…”
“Oh god I’m so sorry about this!” Michael groans, his head in his hands in an attempt to hide his bright red face of embarrassment.
“Oh please don’t be! I can understand that kids at this age are like sponges as they repeat whatever they hear their parents say and not know the meaning of the words at all. Myself and the teacher who’d been on duty have spoken to her about certain language and repeating what mummy and daddy have said, but I thought best to tell you as she’ll probably listen more to a parent than myself.”
“I will definitely have a discussion with her, and so will her mother too when she gets back from work.” Michael says, standing up and thanking the teacher for her time as he begins to leave the classroom. “Thank you for letting me know.”
When Michael exits the classroom Penelope is already sitting down on a chair opposite, staring at him with a smile on her face.
“Hi daddy!” She says, getting down from the chair to run up at him and give him a hug on his legs when he doesn’t reach down quick enough. “Where’s mummy?”
“Mummy’s at work sweetie, she said so this morning that she’ll see you later and is so sorry for not being here.” Michael says, now kneeling down to get to her eye level.
“It’s okay daddy! I forgive mummy!”
“Well I’m sure mummy is very grateful for that!” Michael says, pausing as he begins to help her put on her coat and continues on with what he was about to say. “Penelope your teacher told me you made a boy cry using NFI.”
“But he started it daddy! He’s a cu-“
“Loser!” Michael quickly interrupts, sternly staring at his daughter. “You can call him loser not that word... At least punch him I'll allow it since he's a loser...” He mumbles those last words, not expecting Penelope to hear him and actually listen.
Though that’s future Michaels problem when in two weeks he’s called into the headteachers office to talk about not encouraging violence…
The gingerbread man that is still in Michael’s pocket gets put in a cupboard soon as he and Penelope gets home while she’s busily distracted trying to put Bluey on the tv by herself. On a normal day he’d not allow it as a form of punishment, but even he can’t deny the enjoyment of those little Australian dogs…
There’s a reason why he sometimes calls Penelope his little muffin after all.
When you get back from work and give him a quick kiss, of course only after saying hi to Penelope who continues to sit watching tv, he can’t stop the words from spilling from his mouth.
“Penelope’s teacher talked to me after school. Apparently she’s been using NFI at break time and made a boy cry…” He says, watching about a hundred emotions go through your face. Though the one he least expects for you to settle on is amusement, as you begin laughing hard.
“She really is your daughter I suppose!” You laugh, practically crying as you wipe your eyes with the back of your hands. “Never thought she’d be showing this early!”
“Oh… bugger off!” Michael groans in mock frustration.
“Careful Mikey you know how impressionable she is!” You continue to laugh, practically red at how frustrated your husband now looks standing in front of you. Again, that little scrunched up expression evident on his face.
“There are so many words I want to call you right now…” He moans, stepping towards you with a dark look in his eyes that you can’t help but feel attracted to.
“Oh really?” You begin, smiling as you wipe the final onslaught of tears from your eyes. “Maybe you can tell me tonight? When we do that thing?”
“Oh is that still on the table?” Michael says, his mood a compete turn around as his face looks surprised and yet also thrilled. “I’d have thought-“
“Oh please baby. You really thought that since you were acting like a spoilt boy you wouldn’t be getting a reward? Well then I suppose it’s a good thing what will be happening tonight is not a reward for you then my love. But in fact a punishment. There will be no outfit anymore, no more of that thing you like for a long time. Do you understand that?”
“Yes ma’am…” Michael murmurs, his eyes dark and hooded as he bends his head down about to kiss you. That is however, before Penelope comes running round the corner with panic on her face.
“Mummy mummy mummy! Please don’t punish daddy! It was my fault!” Your daughter begs with genuine horror in her voice. “Pleeeeeeeease don’t punish him!”
“Oh no it’s okay baby!” You say, kneeling down to take her in your arms. “I’m not gonna actually punish daddy you don’t need to worry about him.”
“Do you promise?” She asks, looking at you with such an adorable pout on her face you honestly can’t think of anything cuter at that moment, even with the reasoning for it lingering in the back of your mind.
“I promise.” You say, bringing her in for a big hug while she burrows her head into your body and wraps her own smaller arms around you as tight as she can.
And as Penelope’s distracted, you make sure to wink at your still flustered husband and mouth three simple words at him that makes him somehow flush an even deeper shade of red.
Definitely a punishment.
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I wish a happy, peaceful and stress-free birthday to my beloved @unbeknownstunknown I hope your day will be at least okay, but hopefully as wonderful as you are. (I'm not sure if you still like Nicercy or not, but hopefully yes. 🫣) I love you my dear. I wish you the best, because you deserve it!
Grover knew things. Most people didn't realize that; next to the big Percy Jackson, he was basically invisible. Even after following Pan's footsteps, he was still just a background character. Not that he minded, of course! He'd rather be just a side note than live through what Percy had to experience in all of his life. (He would NEVER want to be a demigod. No way.)
So, it wasn't like he minded being forgotten by people who weren't his friends. It made it possible to see things; to hear things.
To know things.
Like how the Stolls did most of their pranks. Or how Rachel found the loophole in her virginity oath. (That one was not something he wanted to know. Like, come on, girl! With Thalia?! Not something Grover wanted to know about his friends…)
Or how Nico di Angelo has been in love with Percy ever since the first time he looked at him. And how the literal second half of his soul has been in love with Nico ever since the guy saved their asses in the Battle of Manhattan. To be fair… the two of them weren't subtle. (Yet they still didn't realize their feelings. Idiots.)
Usually he stayed out of other's lives. He knew their secrets, but they were not his to spread. He just kept them. Like pretty jewels on a shelf; pretty, but basically useless. He only interjected when it was really important. Like in the battles. When he had to notify Percy about new rumors from Olympus. When there were gossips about Juniper.
But… maybe some secrets were more important to share than to keep.
For years, he saw the pinning grow. How crush turned into love, how suspicion turned into blind trust. Sometimes he suspected he knew them better than they knew themselves. He'd seen them grow up, from naive mortals to battle-hardened almost-gods.
He was the happiest he'd ever been with Juniper; didn't Percy, his soulmate, deserve the same happiness? Deciding to get involved was a scary thought. But not as scary as it was to imagine his best friend settling down with not having the best thing for him. To imagine Grover getting married and having the love of his life for the rest of their immortal lives, while Percy was thinking he wasn't loved, adored and cherished by Nico.
That was unacceptable.
He loved Juniper. He wanted to marry her, to have children with her, to spend the rest of their immortal lives with her. And seeing Nico and Percy laughing with each other, “talking” without any spoken discussion, being so comfortable with each other, yet believing their feelings were unreciprocated… Grover knew.
They deserved to have the same thing he had with his beloved.
Getting the two together was probably easier than expected, but harder than it sounded. He went shopping for Juniper's ring, taking Percy and Nico with him. For moral support, of course.
Not because he knew that as soon as they would get into the store, the two of them would stare at the rings with interest. Nope.
“Nico?” Grover asked. The younger boy raised his eyebrow curiously. “Do you think Percy's and Juniper's fingers are the same size? I forgot to ask about her ring size.”
Nico thought for a second, turning his head to look at Percy. Grover already knew the answer. “Yeah, I think so.”
They looked at the glass, studying the rings under it for a bit longer. Grover imagined how the rings would look on Juniper's gorgeous finger, and he suspected Nico was also thinking the same, except in his mind it was Percy's finger.
The Sea Prince was walking back and forth in the shop, like the ADHD demigod he was, before he walked up to them, throwing an arm around Nico's shoulder to check on their progress.
“Percy, I need your help,” Grover said. “Your finger is the same size as Juniper's and I want to see which ring would fit on her.”
Maybe seeing a ring on Percy's finger, Nico would realize he should put a ring on it.
“What do you think,” he turned towards Nico, “would look the best on-? I mean… If you were buying a ring for Percy, which one do you think would fit?”
His two friends were staring at him, bewildered. Too much? Probably.
“That.”
But it worked. Nico's answer was too quick, his choice was too perfect to hide he was thinking about it before.
“Oh,” Percy sighed. The ring really was perfect. Thin silver band with a tiny blue stone in it; deceptively graceful, just like Percy was.
“I would wear it,” Percy confessed, eyes still on the jewelry, his ears suspiciously red.
“Oh,” Nico exhaled.
“I would…” the Ghost King coughed, light blush pinkening his unhealthy pale skin. “I would buy it. For you. If you want, that's it. From me.”
It was painful to watch. Like a chariot crash. But Grover couldn't look away. It was happening!
“I mean… if it was you buying it, for me… That would be. Uh. I'd love that?”
They were so awkward. It was adorable. Grover felt like he was both the proud big brother of both, and the long-suffering love expert who has been waiting for this moment for years.
“You- really?!” Nico looked so excited; like a puppy. Hellhound, Grover admitted, but a puppy nonetheless.
Percy swallowed. “Yes,” he breathed.
Nico's mouth dropped open a little, as if he was surprised at how easy it was. Well. Probably it was surprising for him. Grover knew.
“Would you- really? Will you… Is it just…”
Percy blushed, redder than Grover ever had seen him before. “I will marry you. If. If that's what you- Was that? I mean.”
“Yes.” Nico was nodding, like one of those little toy dogs in the cars, bobbing his head up and down. “Percy. Will you marry me?”
Grover sighed, not bothering to hide his proud smile. Finally! After years and years and years… It was finally happening.
“Yes.”
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i loved your headcanons of the mercs interacting with a reader who had a dog companion!! though i was wondering if you could do another one but with a cat?? preferably with a very needy but kinda mean cat who likes to randomly scratch and bite ((totally unrelated to my cat irl lolol))
Thank u! :)
Mercs with a Reader that has a cat
Includes: Scout, Heavy and Sniper
Dog version:
Scout💖
Scout and your cat… had their differences. They didn’t really like each other. Scout was definitely more of a dog person
He glared daggers at your feline friend from across the rec room. You cradled the cat in your arms, stroking its fur while it purred like an engine. Scout hated how it got all your affection. Though he wasn’t a fan, he still tried to like it for you
“Hey there, kitty.” Scout laughed nervously
He held out a bandaged hand, hesitantly going in for a pet. The cat in your arms hissed, swiping its claws across his flesh. Scout screamed like a girl, and you couldn’t help but laugh. He jumped back and looked over his hand, sucking at the blood
You scolded your cat, and dumped it to the floor dismissively. You raced over to Scout, gently taking his hand in your own
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” You cooed
Scout melted into your warm touch. A blush began to creep up his neck as you rubbed his sore hand
“Yeah… I’m fine.” He smiled like an idiot
You placed a soft kiss against his bandaged knuckle. “Better now?” You grinned
Scout became the happiest man alive as you soon attacked his red face in kisses. His arms soon found their way around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer
He glared at your cat that sat in the corner, grinning triumphantly. Take that, you stupid cat. Your hot owner likes me better than you
Heavy💖
Heavy thought your cat was so cute and tiny. When he found the two of you cuddling while asleep, his heart nearly exploded. No, really! Medic gave him this new heart that was—wait, no. Off topic. Anyway…
Heavy enjoyed the presence of your cat very much. That was until it scratched him. He rarely ever pet it or anything. He just liked to look. But when you were holding it one day, its evil little eyes locked on Heavy. He placed a huge hand on your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you when BAM! This kitty got claws
You gasped dramatically, holding up your cat to meet your wide eyes. “How could you?” You whispered
You were apparently more hurt by your cat’s actions than Heavy, who was cradling his scratched hand. You dumped your cat on the floor, snapping your full attention to your big boyfriend
“Are you okay?” You asked. You gently took his hand in your own, examining the bloody cut. “Oh, Heavy. Honey, I’m so sorry. Does it hurt?” You frowned
Heavy offered you a kind smile, shaking his head. “It is fine, little one. Just a scratch.” He reassured
You lifted his hand with both of yours, giving it a small kiss. He melted at the action, finding you absolutely adorable
Sniper💖
Sniper never really cared for cats. Dogs were much better. Your cat was no exception. God, he really hated that thing sometimes. It was rarely allowed inside his van. It shed too much. Plus, it was an asshole
You sat on Sniper’s lap, snaking your arms around his neck with a flirty smile. He grinned right back, running his fingers down your sides. Just as you were about to kiss, your cat came running across the table towards Sniper’s chair. It let out a little angry meow, swatting at his arm
“Ow! You little ankle biter!” Sniper scolded
You got off his lap, standing in front of the cat. You waved your finger at it in a scold
“No, bad! You do not hurt daddy.” You lectured. Sniper got up and stood behind you, glaring at your cat from behind his sunglasses. “Oh, are you okay? Did it get you bad?” You asked
“Yeah, I’m fine, love. Barely got me.” Sniper replied
You examined his sleeve where your cat scratched him, stroking the fabric. You felt him slip his arm back around your waist, tugging you close. You looked at him to see he was grinning, keen to pick up where you left off. You grabbed Sniper by his vest, pulling him in for a—
“Meow!”
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A very merry birthday
Modern AU Melot (Tristan & Isolde) x OFC Nina x Mike (Hellraiser)
summary: The boys are celebrating Christmas and, more importantly, Nina's birthday
warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Polyamory, non-monogamous bisexual relationship, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), sex toys, tiny hint of food play, facial, DVP, tooth rotting fluff
word count: 4,4k
A/N: @raccoon-eyed-rebel the happiest of birthdays to you, my wonderful rodent bestie!
I will send you more messages telling you how incredibly happy I am to have you in my life, but right now, I will stop talking because I know you can't wait to read this.
I hope you enjoy your presents - Love you 😘
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“Morning, sunshine!” Mel was slowly kissing down your throat as soon as he saw you blinking. On the other side of the bed, Mike’s curly head appeared, and he was clutching to you like a koala the next moment.
“Happy birthday, babe” he told you, his head already buried in your cleavage.
You laughed, not exactly surprised by the attack of your two boyfriends. They were always touchy, so you expected no less from them on your birthday.
In no time, they had you not only naked, but also quivering in anticipation as they both moved their mouths way too slowly down your body. Mike was still paying attention to your chest, nothing to complain about to be honest, while Mel was already nipping and biting on the tender skin over your hip bone. Under wet kisses he resumed his trail that finally brought his mouth to your pussy. As his tongue lapped through your wet folds, he let out a content growl.
“Come here, Mikey, she’s already dripping!” he purred before he pressed his flattened tongue on your clit again. Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He bit down one last time on your nipple, making you scream, and then pushed Mel to the side so he could taste you, too.
Mike’s tongue swirled around your swollen pearl eagerly, while you felt Mel’s fingers carefully circling your entrance. The coarse stubble on Mel’s jaw scratched over the delicate skin of your thigh as he started to suck little love bites on it.
They had learned to play you like a fiddle, taking turns with their mouths on your clit, on your inner thighs and their fingers pumping into you. You were a total mess, breathing heavily as you expected your climax to rush through your body any moment, when suddenly there was no mouth left between your legs, and you only felt fingers plunging into you lazily.
As you raised your head, you couldn’t help but laugh, seeing Mel and Mike both totally lost in the deep kiss they shared. You grabbed a pillow and smacked them with it.
“Hey, idiots, it’s my birthday, don’t you forget to make me cum, please?” They chuckled as they stopped kissing, both showing you a cocky grin.
“Babe, I’m pretty sure you’ll be content with the amount of orgasms at the end of this day,” Mel told you, mischief in his voice. Mike’s laugh that accompanied Mel’s words told you that they had made plans for you today.
They were both starting to kiss along your thighs again, but you were impatient by now.
“You know, there’s two dicks in this bed and none of them is in my pussy. Can we please change this situation?” you all but whined.
“Nope!” Mike exclaimed, flicking his tongue over your clit as to make a point. He sucked it between his lips while Mel continued his sentence: “No dick for you. Not yet. But we’ll make up for it.”
And they did! They were determined to fuck you to the moon and back on their fingers and tongues, making you cum not only once but three times before you had to stop them.
“Okay, okay, guys, you won. I can’t take any more,” you shouted, pulling on their hair to bring their faces up to yours. You shared deep kisses with both of them before you sank back onto the bed, one of your boys in each arm.
When you got out of the shower, the whole apartment was filled with the scent of pancakes and coffee. Mike was standing at the stove in nothing but his boxers and an apron. Mel sat at the table, smiling at you with so much love, your heart was just about to burst. You sat down, and the next moment Mike was behind you, placing a ridiculously big pile of pancakes onto your plate. He took the syrup and flooded your pancake tower with it. But, as was to be expected, it was Mike after all, he didn’t stop there, but poured it also over your chest, just above the towel you had wrapped around you.
“Mike! I just came out of the shower, you can’t make a mess of me again!” you laughed and Mel added: “And don’t you remember your own words? Don’t overdo things for food play!” Mike just shrugged with a silly smile on his face and lapped the syrup from your skin.
After you had finished your breakfast with definitely way too much pancakes, Mike got up and took two presents from under the Christmas tree. He put them down in front of you with a big smile. “Happy birthday, sweetcheeks.” Mel pressed a kiss onto your cheek. “From both of us,” he added.
You eyed the presents that were unmistakably wrapped by the boys, so much you could tell. One was only a small box, the other one a huge, formless mass that covered most of the dining table. “Which one is from whom?” you asked, just out of curiosity, but the boys shook their heads.
“We bought them both together. For whenever we can't be with you and you feel lonely.” Mel and Mike shared a mischievous glance that you didn't miss. Now you were even more curious.
You started with the giant present, carefully undoing the tape, trying to save the cute wrapping paper with tiny cats printed on it.
When you lifted the paper and saw what was underneath it, you squeaked. You grabbed the giant platypus plushie and hugged both your arms around it. “Ah, I love him,” you said. Mel and Mike both chuckled as they watched you. It took you a minute of jumping in joy with the plushie in your arm, planting kisses on Mel's and Mike's cheeks until you were back at the table, your eyes and hands on the second present.
“You better not spent money on expensive jewelry,” you blurted out, only to see Mel blushing a little. But then you unwrapped the present and sniggered. You couldn't have been more wrong. The box you held in your hands showed a bright pink bullet vibrator.
“It's app controlled,” Mikey said with a smug smile on his face. “The only one we found that can be controlled by multiple users at the same time.”
You laughed as you opened the box. “Of course it is.”
Mel's smile was just as broad as Mikey’s. “And we’ve already charged it.”
The boys and you had decided to unwrap your Christmas presents in the evening, when your family was joining you for dinner. Also, Mel and Mikey insisted that you weren't allowed to help them prepare the food, so you spent your day snuggled up to your new friend Pablo with a book in your hand. It was a calm and uneventful day that was only interrupted from time to time when the bullet vibrator in your pussy started to buzz, accompanied by laughter coming from the kitchen.
At one point, you couldn't stand it any more. You got up from your comfy spot, your birthday present still pulsating in you, and pushed the half closed door to the kitchen open.
Maybe you should have been prepared for more teasing, though this time you really couldn’t blame them as they were not even noticing your presence. With your mouth hanging open, you watched Mike pressing Mel against the wall. He pinned his boyfriend’s arms above their heads. Mel answered with a growl and then they both shared a hot kiss.
A hitched breath later you were able to speak: “Really, guys, you’re riling me up to a point where I will snap. You have to give me a little something.” Mikey’s lips never left Mel, but his hand guided you to join them. You moved forward and when you were standing next to them, Mike finally pulled away from Mel’s mouth and pressed his soft lips against yours instead.
Mel cocked his head while he watched you. Then his eyes fell on the clock of the oven. “We’ve got fifteen minutes,” he told you. Within no time, the three of you had made it into the bedroom, hands and mouths exploring whatever bit of skin they could find. But when your hand tried to sneak into Mel’s pants, he tsk-tsked you and pulled your hand up to his chest again.
“Really? Still no dicks allowed? Come on, guys! That’s no fun. Let me at least give you some head.” You don’t think you had ever begged for a blow job, but there you were, kneeling between your boyfriends, pouting, trying to imitate their puppy eyes. And it seemed to work!
Mel and Mike shared looks that couldn’t hide how much they liked the idea of your mouth around their cocks.
They both dropped their sweatpants within seconds, a broad smile on their faces. That smiles faded when your tongue darted out to lick over the tip of their cocks. When you looked up at them, you saw Mike biting his lower lip, while Mel’s face changed into an almost pained expression. Your hands and mouth started to work on their cocks, making it all sloppy, like they loved it. You watched them kiss while you tried your best to fit your lips around both their swollen heads. The toy continued to vibrate inside you relentlessly, making you moan desperately around their cocks.
Soon you felt, you heard, that they were close. Mel pulled out of your mouth so you were free to take Mike’s dick all down your throat. Instead, Mel fisted himself, his eyes full of lust as he watched you swallowing Mike’s cock. “Damn, baby, you’re beautiful!” he breathed and, almost coming out as a whimper, he warned you to close your eyes.
You had only a second to react before Mel’s cum hit your face, dripping over your cheeks and the lips stretched around Mike. And the sight of you must have taken Mike over the edge, too, because he exploded down your throat the very next moment. When he pulled out of your mouth, his thumb brushed over your cum-soiled face. “Fuck, babe, look at you!”
After they had cleaned your face and another orgasm on their tongues later, they finally stopped teasing you. They got back to cooking while you started to prepare the dining table. Placing plates and glasses for eight people wasn’t easy on the small table and with eight chairs, the room was more than crowded. This whole apartment wasn’t exactly made to host that many guests, but you’d live. It might be cozy, you thought as you lit the candles.
Perfectly timed, all of you had changed into more festive clothing (which meant ‘beautiful dress’ for you and apparently ‘ridiculous x-mas sweater’ for the boys) when the bell rang for the first time. It was your parents, holding out presents and a bottle of wine for you to take. Mel and Mike were both acting like the perfect gentlemen, taking their coats while your parents were sharing hugs and congratulations with you.
The bell rang another time and with Isa, Tristan and Mel’s mom Catherine, your round was complete now. Isa pulled you in her arms as if she wanted to crush you, showering you with birthday wishes. In the corner of your eyes, you watched as Catherine pulled Mel close to her, handing him a small present and them sharing a loving look with each other. You were glad that Mel had Catherine, she was wonderful, he couldn’t have found a better foster family. The thought brought you back to Mike, and you searched for him, a little concerned. With relief, you saw how Tristan was talking to him, and whatever he had said, it made Mike laugh. He’d be okay.
The boys had outdone themselves with dinner, you knew they weren’t exactly helpless in the kitchen, but they honestly impressed you with the meal they had prepared.
Even your dad didn’t complain about the lack of meat, you noticed, as he served himself a third round of garlic mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy.
After dinner, you moved to the living room and everyone started exchanging presents. You were occupied for quite some time with birthday and Christmas presents to be opened. When you finally made it to the last one, you smiled at the pile of presents in front of you. They really knew you well, you thought, as you admired all the wonderful things you got. There was hand-dyed yarn for your crochet and knitting projects, a book you had been eying for a while already, and annual tickets to the zoo for all three of you.
You let your eyes wander through the room, it was pure bliss to see how everyone seemed to be just so happy. Mel and your Dad were standing in the corner at Mel’s record player, scanning through his collection that got some new additions today. Mike was already working with his new artist pencils.
Your mom sat down beside him, curiously peering over his shoulder. “You’re talented, Mike. This is beautiful.” Mike thanked her, giving her a small smile, before his eyes met yours for a second and you saw them lighting up. Then he went back to drawing. Your mom continued chatting with him and you watched them, happy that your parents were comfortable with both your boyfriends. But then your mom changed to the topic that you had dreaded the whole evening. You should have given her a head start not to mention it.
“So, where are your parents today, Michael, aren’t they going to see you?” Mike’s smile froze to a grimace. You saw him swallow before he answered.
“They are staying with my brother.” You already saw your mom open her mouth for a follow-up question when Catherine sat down beside her. She was quick to engage your mom in a conversation, saving Mike. You gave her a thankful look and crouched down next to Mike, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a gentle kiss on his neck.
Isa and Tristan were the last ones to leave. And while Tristan was still in the kitchen with the boys who had already started to take care of the dishes, Isa was with you in the hallway.
“It was a wonderful evening, Nina! It’s so good to see you three so happy. I mean, just look at you, you are glowing! I’m pretty sure they took good care of you already today, huh?” She laughed at your reddening face. “I knew it! Guess they are not done with you yet.” She raised her voice: “Tristan, come on, let’s leave those three alone now. They still have some plans for today!” You smacked Isa on her arm, making her laugh only more. Tristan, Mel and Mikey all appeared next to you, and the mischievous smirks on their faces told you they were talking about the same thing.
You sent Tristan and Isa home with hugs and thank you’s. And as soon as they had left, Mel and Mike dragged you to the bedroom. “So you DO have some more plans today, don’t you?” you laughed.
“We absolutely do!” Mike grinned at Mel, who already had his hand on the zipper of your dress. “If you’re not too tired, that is,” he added. How could they be so incredibly sweet? You had no idea how you deserved them.
“How could I be tired after you didn’t let me help you all day? Wait, so this was your plan all along.” All three of you chuckled. Would you be mad at them that they let you rest only to be able to fuck you to oblivion? Surely not. That was a double win, wasn’t it?
Mel had already thrown your dress into a corner of the room. You were happy that you were finally able to take off those ugly sweaters from both of them and send them the same way. The naked chests now hovering over your sides were so much better to look at. Very unusual for Mike, he didn’t immediately get rid of your bra. Instead, he moved back a little to be able to fully take you in. So the unholy amount of money you had spent on that lingerie was actually worth it this time.
“Damn, babe, your tits look fabulous in this.” Mike brushed his fingers slowly over the delicate fabric. Something that you absolutely weren’t used from him. “I mean, your tits are always fabulous. But I have to honor the packaging today.” Mel leaned down and hummed in your ear. “He’s right! You are gorgeous.” He nipped at your earlobe, making you squirm. “Nevertheless, it has to go now.” Mike unclasped your bra with one swift motion, while Mel moved down on you to pull your panties down your thighs. They stayed in their favorite positions, Mikey sucking on one of your nipples while grabbing your other boob, Mel spreading kisses along your thigh until he was hovering over your throbbing pussy.
When Mel’s tongue flicked over your clit, you moaned and Mel hummed appreciatively in response. His mouth pressed against you, he continued his task to make you cum on his face. There were fingers circling around your entrance. You had no idea whose hand it was, and you really didn’t care. All you could care for was how those fingers slipped inside of you and teased you at all the right spots. You looked down on two pairs of eyes, watching through thick eyelashes how you slowly lost your mind. Another hand on your pussy, more fingers pumping into you, made you a quivering mess. Not able to form a straight thought anymore, you were just moaning, cursing and screaming, your whole body tense, ready to snap. A perfect timed flick of a tongue over your pearl brought you over the edge. With trembling legs, you lay there and smiled at your boyfriends.
“I think she should be ready now,” Mike said with a cocky grin on his face. Mel shook his head, sporting a smirk just as smug. “I don’t know. I think we’ll drag out another one from her, just to be sure.” With his tongue darting out to your oversensitive clit again, he was showing you what he’d meant.
“What are you jerks talking about?” You could hardly breathe as the boys showed no mercy with you. They refused to answer you until their fingers had brought you to another climax. After that, Mike pressed little kisses all over your body until he stopped at your ear, whispering: “You will finally get some dick. Two dicks, to be precise.”
Mel and Mike both stepped out of their pants and underwear. Mike leaned against the headboard, stroking his cock. “Come here, baby!” he told you. You wanted to straddle him, but Mike guided you to turn around, resting your back against his chest. Slowly, you sank down on his cock. Your pussy was so sensitive by now that this alone already was enough to roll your eyes in pleasure. He felt so good, spreading you open. When Mike was buried to the hilt in you, Mel crawled between your widespread legs, his leaking cock in his fist. He bent down, pressing a fierce kiss on your lips, then repeating the same hot kiss with Mike. He aligned himself at your already filled hole and slowly pressed himself into you, inch by inch.
“Fuck!” both men exclaimed in unison. You weren’t able to form any word, so you were just whimpering desperately. Mike moved his hands from your thighs to your breasts. You felt his chest heaving rapidly. Mel finally bottomed out and for a second there was no movement or sound. Then Mel gave you a crooked grin, said, “Happy Birthday, princess!” and started to fuck you.
Mike cursed and then started pushing his hips up to you, too. There were two cocks thrusting into you, making you feel sensations that you hadn’t known before. The boys were seemingly just as overwhelmed as you. As Mel moved, Mike was holding back and the other way around. “Fuck, this feels pretty amazing!” Mel shouted and Mike agreed. “So fucking hot!”
All three of you were reduced to panting, moaning, screaming and sharing sloppy kisses with each other. After some time that both of them kept a slow rhythm, Mel cursed and then started to rut into you mercilessly.
But Mike was the first who couldn’t hold back anymore. He increased his own pace, and with a barrage of curses, he spilled his load into you. His grip on your boobs became so tight that he’d probably leave bruises.
You were following him soon after, tears rolling down your cheeks as your orgasm washed over you. While you collapsed on Mikey’s chest, Mel kept thrusting into your fluttering walls. He was clutching your shoulders, his gasps brushing along your neck until he finally found his own climax. Mike held him as his legs and arms didn’t support him any longer. None of you were able or willing to speak or move. You just lay on top of each other and gasped for air.
It was minutes later when Mel rolled to the side. You protested as soon as the comforting weight of him had left you. But he immediately pulled you back into his arms so that you were trapped between his and Mikey’s body, just the way you loved it. Mel brushed a streak of hair from your face and kissed you softly. “Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded, your mouth forming to a smile. “You really ruined me today, but damn was it good.” Mel and Mike both chuckled.
“And you, felt good?” Mel checked on Mike, too. You had to turn your head because you just knew the smile spread over Mikey’s face must be worth seeing, and you were right. He looked just like the most adorable little happy puppy ever.
“This must have been the best fucking thing I ever felt.”
You spent a long time cuddling with the boys, interrupted only by the inevitable bathroom break. With a sigh, you slipped back under the covers to them. Your head resting on Mikey’s chest, Mel spooning you from behind, your eyes fell onto the gift box that lay on the floor next to Mel’s pants.
“Hey Mel, you haven't opened the gift from your mom yet.” You had totally forgotten to ask him about it earlier.
Mel’s head shot up. “Oh, right, that one!” He seemed to be flustered, making you even more curious. “No, that's actually for the both of you. My mom just kept it for me.”
Mike seemed to pick up on Mel’s agitation, too, tilting his head as he watched his boyfriend. Mel got up and seized the small box from the floor. “Well, that's not how I’ve planned this, we all lying around naked.” He shook his head laughing. “But I guess that's just how we do such things.” Mel knelt between Mike and you and held the box out for you to take.
Mike and you looked at each other, both puzzled. You were definitely not expecting another present, and neither was Mikey.
You had opened so many gifts already today, so you asked Mikey to open this one. Mike took it and shredded the beautiful teal wrapping paper with the little silver stars to tiny pieces. When your look fell onto the navy velvet box, both Mike and you stared at Mel in surprise. Mel’s ears reddened, but he gave you a shy smile and nodded for you to open it. Mike and you both placed a hand each on the lid and opened it at the same time. While you squeaked, Mike let out a stunned huff.
“Mel!” Mikey and you shouted his name in unison. But while you couldn’t say anything else, Mike kept talking. “You can’t be serious? This is gorgeous.”
Mel inhaled deeply and then took out the first ring. The one with the sun. He took your hand in his and slipped the ring on your finger. Then he bent forward and kissed you.
The one with tiny blue stars he took out next. With his free hand, he cupped Mikey’s cheek. You noticed Mikey clearly fighting with tears as Mel kissed him. When Mel pulled back, he took Mikey’s hand and fitted the ring on his digit.
You held the box still in your hands with one last ring in it, showing a moon. With an incredible feeling of love filling your chest, you watched Mel for a long moment. Then Mike laced his fingers with yours. Together, you took the last ring and put it on Mel's finger.
Now both Mikey and you couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They were streaming down your faces as you took Mel into your arms, sharing kisses and loving words.
It took you a while to find your voice again to speak. “Oh, Mel. They are so beautiful. Thank you.” You looked down lovingly at the three hands holding onto each other, one ring on each of them.
Suddenly, Mikey’s hand shot up to his mouth. “Wait, is this a proposal or something like that? - I mean, it’s not possible… but..” There were so many emotions flashing over his face.
Mel’s eyes got wide. “ No, …uhm, …or.. maybe? I mean… I know I really want to spend my life with you guys.” Your heart was almost bursting in your chest as you heard him speaking. He was right. You wanted nothing more than this.
“That's what I want too.” you whispered, taking one of their hands in each of yours.
Now Mel’s and your eyes were on Mikey. He was shaking his head, making you panic for a tiny moment, until you saw the love in his eyes. “ I can't imagine a life without you two, either.”
Mel pulled Mikey and you into his arms and pressed kisses onto your cheeks. “Then let’s say these rings are a promise.”
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omg hi! Saw that your requests were open hehe yay 🥳 could I request for a secret bf jaehyun x y/n one where they went for a Christmas party and y/n stands under a mistletoe without knowing and her guy friend starts a convo with her below it causing their friends to point it out and make them kiss, so instead, she kisses him on the cheek, making jaehyun jealous and pouty 🥹
Hope it makes sense hahaha! You can switch it up in your way too 🥰❤️ Love your stories so so much ✨
pairing: Jaehyun x f. reader
genre: pure fluff - like the purest i think i've ever written
word count: 2.1k
a/n: i got busy during the holidays, but here's a late christmas fic upon requested. thank you so much anon for sending this in. i hope you enjoy it :)
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“I promise it’s going to be really quick babe. One hour max and then we can go home, order take out, and watch movies.” You tell your boyfriend as you adjust his tie.
“I just don’t see the point of why we have to be here when it’s freezing and Christmas is in a couple of days.” He says.
You look up after being satisfy with his tie and see a cute pout on his lips. He may be a twenty-five year old adult, but sometimes he can be a kid. Especially right now when he looks so adorable with his pout.
“Hey look at me.” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands mindlessly finding your waist and holding you close. “It’s going to be quick Jae and right after you’ll have me for the entire week.”
At that, his pout turns into a smirk and into a big smile. Like you’ve said, he can be a kid sometimes. “That sounds good honestly.” He leans forward and captures your lips together. If you didn’t have this Christmas party to attend to, you’d kiss him all night.
You pull away from him reluctantly, “We’re going to be late.”
He sighs deeply, “Okay. Just remember that I’m doing this for you. I’m guessing nobody has zero idea we’re together, so you go in first and I’ll follow soon after.” You smile at him before giving him another kiss.
“See you soon cutie.” You tease before heading in.
Your Christmas work parties are usually fun, especially when there’s alcohol and you get to see how fun your colleagues are. Usually, you’d enjoy your night out, mingle with everybody, and do small talk, but this year, all you want to do is go home with Jaehyun and spend time with him.
You both work at the same company and have been dating for six months. Of course, you would have to talk to HR about your relationship at one point, but you both like knowing that no one knows you two are together. Why? Well, let’s just say you both didn’t like each other at the very beginning. Yeah, how cliché right?
It all started a year and a half ago when Jaehyun was a new employee and your first interaction wasn’t the happiest one. You pulled an all-nighter the night before and haven’t had your morning coffee. As you walk into the kitchen, your brain automatically was filled with giddiness knowing you’re about to have your fuel for the day. There was a man using the coffee machine and you didn’t think much of it, let alone care who it was.
You stood next to him as you grab your cup and sugar pack and that’s when you heard a loud noise and a ‘fuck’ next to you. You look up to see the coffee machine smoking and you knew you were going to have a horrible day all because of this jerk.
“What the hell happened!?”
“I don’t know. I was just trying to put my brew in there and it just started acting weird and not doing anything so I just pushed all of these buttons and bam.”
“Ugh you idiot. If you don’t know how to work a coffee machine, go to Starbucks next time!” you say angrily.
“Are you questioning my intelligence on how to work a coffee machine?” the man looks at you angrily.
You stand a little straighter, “Yes I am because if you knew how to work this, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.
He squints his eyes before retaliating back, “Well maybe you should start being nice to people you don’t know or better yet, how about you make yourself a cup of coffee before coming into work and spoiling everyone’s day.”
Your jaw fell open because never in your life has anyone talked to you like that or have a comeback as he did. You were at a complete lost for words until he turned around to walk back out the kitchen.
“Yeah, well it still doesn’t fix the problem you created by not knowing how to work this thing.”
All the man could do was laugh at you before waving you off and exiting.
Just who the hell does he think he is?
Since that day, you made your own coffee at home before coming into work. Little did you know, he always saw you with coffee in your hand and notices how your smile captures your beauty. Sure, you were probably having an off day that first encounter, but he still couldn’t help that you somehow took his words into consideration by bringing your own coffee into work.
You’ve seen him around a couple of times, but never interacted with him until you both had an assignment together.
“Oh look who it is. The coffee machine breaker.”
“Good morning to you too Cruella.”
You make a face at him, “Trust me I don’t want to work on this assignment with you either.”
Jaehyun eyes you before playfully saying, “Who says I didn’t want to work with you?”
Surprise, you look at him to see his eyes twinkling and a smirk on his lips. Once again, you’re at a lost for words and don’t bother saying anything back. Instead, you focus on your laptop in front of you putting random ideas on Word.
Jaehyun sees the affect he has on you and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Cute.
Who knew that assignment would change the interjectory of your outlook on Jaehyun. You ended up spending your long days at work with him figuring and coming up with ways for this assignment and on days off, you both somehow manage to meet up and talk about things you had in common.
After said assignment project was finished, you both found yourselves spending more time together. You no longer were annoyed by him or called him ‘the coffee machine breaker’, but instead, you called him by his name or his nickname Jae. Eventually things fell into place soon after.
What can you say? The universe does work in mysterious ways.
As you grab a flute of champagne by the bar, you turn around to see your boyfriend walking through the door. Even if it has been six months you’ve been dating or see him walk around for almost two years, he still takes your breath away. The man knows how to capture everyone’s attention by his gaze and his well mannerism. Not to mention how hot he looks in his black and white suite.
I really can’t believe this man is my man.
As the party continues on, you manage to talk to a few colleagues and steal glances at Jaehyun from afar. It came to the point where you were almost playing a game of hide and seek.
“Wow. Look at you. Who knew you could dress up nicely.” Josh, your friend and ass kisser tells you.
“Everyone has their secrets. You clean up pretty nicely as well.”
“Thanks! Oh by the way, I just want to tell you that I think you’re an amazing person to look up to.”
“How many have you had to drink?” you chuckle. “But thank you for the kind words. If you’ll excuse me I –“
“Oh my god! Mistletoe! Y/N and Josh are under the mistletoe!” Someone on your right yells excitedly.
You see everyone near turn towards you as you look up and sure enough there is a mistletoe above you and Josh.
“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.” Your colleagues chant in unison.
You shake your head from pure embarrassment, but also trying to find Jaehyun to somehow tell him it isn’t what it looked like. You finally see him in the back, his gaze intently on yours with an expression you haven’t seen before.
“Just one kiss.” Your coworker Joy says.
You look back to Josh who’s hoping more than anything you’d kiss him. Without wanting unwanted attention on you, you kiss Josh on the cheek. “There. Done.”
“No, that’s not –“
“Technically, that was a kiss. It doesn’t mean we have to kiss on the lips and we are not like that.” You explain yourself. Your eyes search for Jaehyun once again only to see him pouting and heading outside the balcony.
You follow him right out, not caring anymore about what took place or the people around you. The only focus you had in mind was your boyfriend. Once outside, Jaehyun was overlooking the city and even when he stands with his back facing you, he’s still handsome. You walk towards him until you’re standing beside him and taking in the city night lights.
“Babe-“
“There’s people around Y/N.” his tone is cold with a hint of frustration.
“Please Jae, it’s not what you think. I didn’t even know there would be a mistletoe, let alone be under one.”
“Do you know that he likes you? I heard him talking about you one day and telling everyone he was going to shoot his shot with you because he thinks you feel the same way.”
“Are you jealous?” the more he talked the more you couldn’t help but smile.
“I bet he made sure to stop under that mistletoe just so he could get a kiss from you.” he sneers.
“You know I don’t feel the same way he does. I only have feelings for you.” you step closer to him until you could feel his warmth embracing you.
Jaehyun exhales frustratingly, “I just wish it was me under that mistletoe.” He says quietly.
You look at your boyfriend and want more than anything for that to also be him. An idea pops into your head and you know what you have to do. It was either now or never.
“Come with me.” You take out your hand for him to hold.
“Where are we going?”
“On an adventure.” You smile up at him with round eyes.
How could he say no to that face and to you. He takes your hand and follows your lead back into the Christmas party. Once inside, you still don’t let his hand go even if he tried to let go of yours. All that did was make you hold onto him tighter.
You found a mistletoe and walked over to it and stopped underneath it. Jaehyun has zero idea what’s going on until he looks at his surroundings and finally up to see the mistletoe.
“Y/N –“
“Y/N and Jaehyun are under the mistletoe.” You hear someone whispering loudly to someone and soon enough the entire room has their eyes on you both.
“There’s people watching.” He says nervously.
“Let them. I don’t want to be here with no one else but you. I don’t care what people say as long as I have you by my side and I don’t want to hide us forever because I’m in love with you. Only you Jaehyun.”
At your confession he smiles widely and you couldn’t help but smile wider if that’s possible. You crane your neck up as he bends down to meet you halfway as your lips meet each other. You’ve had many kisses with Jaehyun, but this kiss is the first kiss to seal how you truly felt for one another and to show everyone that you love each other. His hands cradle the side of your face before one goes to your back as he dips you down. You yelp in surprise as the room gets louder from all the clapping and celebration.
He takes you back up and you’re left winded. The smile on his face is the only thing you see and the only one that matters.
“You’re crazy but I love you Y/N.” he pecks your lips.
“And I love you coffee machine breaker.” At that you both laugh at how far you’ve come.
“How about we get out of here and go watch movies?”
“Please. My feet has been killing me for the last hour.”
“Babe, that’s literally the time the party started.” He giggles.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t want to be here, I just want to be with you.”
“God you’re so cute. Let’s go.”
At that, you both left the party hand in hand and no longer hiding your relationship. Starting tonight, you get to show the world who makes you the happiest person on the planet.
Also … you may or may not be already planning for many more kisses underneath the mistletoe with the love of your life Jeong Jaehyun.
#jaehyun fic#jaehyun fluff#jaehyun oneshot#jaehyun scenario#jaehyun imagines#nct fluff#nct fic#jaehyun x female reader
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Birthday Surprise
Happy Birthday Jay ! ♡
♡ (fluff !) ♡ jay x f!reader oneshot (birthday special!)
masterlist ♡
... (i'm not sure If i like this tbh)
Playlist ! ♡
⚠️♡ warnings - ( mentions of pregnancy, sadness, long distance relationship, heeseung, jake, sunghoon, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, reader surprising jay, making out, kissing, hugging, mentions of marriage, jay being SOFT ,comforting, cuddling) - ⚠️♡
! please let me know if I missed anything !
!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice 🌻🫶
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,,I have two news, one good and one bad. Which one do you want to hear first ?'' You and Jay have been talking on FaceTime for over an hour. He smiled. ,,Tell me the good one first.. i'm a bit scared of the bad one'' You looked down at your Fingers nervously fiddling with them, as you finally decided to tell Jay the good News. ,,Okay so ... my Sister is having a Baby!'' Jay gasped loudly, making you giggle. ,, Oh my God Y/N that's amazing ! You're gonna be an Aunt !'' Jay said, sounding very happy for you. You hummed happily. ,,Okay ... what about the Bad News?'' Jay asked. He sounded nervous. You cleared your Throat. ,,I don't think I'm gonna make it to your Birthday Party...I'm gonna have to help my Sister with a lot of Things and I'm probably gonna be very busy today.'' Jay's smile dropped almost immediately. He looked so sad, it kind of broke your Heart. ,,A- Are you sure?'' He mumbled, trying not to cry out of sadness since he hasn't seen you in a while. You nodded your Head softly. ,,Yes .. I'm so sorry, Jay '' Jay lowered his Head. ,, N- No i understand , it's fine. Your Sister needs you. Family first, right ? '' He was so sad. He didn't even have the Motivation to celebrate his Birthday with his Friends anymore. He just wanted to lay in Bed all Day and cry into his Pillow. ,,Well ... I think I'm gonna hang up now because i need to prepare some Stuff for tonight. I love you , Y/N'' Jay stated, trying to hide the sadness in his Voice. You softly forced a smile on your Face. ,,Alright ... I love you more. And Happy Birthday again. Please have a lot of Fun. I'll see you. '' You smiled into the camera, making Jay forcefully smile back at you. ,,I'll try. Love you, bye'' He said, right before hanging up.
Jay buried his Face in his Hands before softly massaging his Temples. You and Jay were in a Long Distance Relationship. Having you at his Party would've made him the happiest Man in the World. But you couldn't be there... and that made him sad. But suddenly, Jay got a Notification on his Phone. It was a Message from you. And without thinking twice, he curiously opened it. It was a Link to a Playlist you made for him, and the Title of the Playlist made him smile like an Idiot. ''To the Person I love the most''. The Playlist was filled with all the Songs that reminded you of him, and Songs you thought he might like. Jay blushed softly as he skipped through the Playlist, since the Songs made him remember some of his favorite Memories with you.
However, there's one Thing Jay didn't know. You tricked him. You were currently in a Hotel Room just a few Minutes away from Jay's House, getting ready for his Party. And yes, you did feel really bad for lying to him. You didn't only lie once, but twice. Because when Jay asked you where you were earlier, (since you most definitely were not in your Room) you said you were at your Grandma's House.
You felt so happy to finally see him and his Friends again. You couldn't wait to finally Kiss and Hug him again. You missed him so much. But so did Jay. He craved your Touch so bad. And even though his House was filled with the Sound of his Friends screaming Lyrics and having the Time of their Lives, it still felt Empty without you. He silently zoned out on his Couch, as Sunghoon approached him to sit down next to him. ,,Something's obviously wrong with you. Wanna talk about it?'' Jay snapped back to reality as soon as he heard Sunghoon's Voice. He shrugged his Shoulder . ,,I miss her, Sunghoon. I wanted her to be here so bad. '' Sunghoon softly smiled before caressing Jay's Shoulder. ,,She probably misses you as much as you miss her. Don't worry Jay, I think you'll see her sooner than you think. Let's have some Fun now.'' Sunghoon said, before trying to pull Jay up from the Couch. ,,Yo Jay ! Come here we have your Birthday Cake!'' Jake shouted from the other Side of the Room, as he carefully placed the Cake on the Pop Up Beer Pong Table he brought.
Only a few Moments later, the Boys made Jay wear a Pink Birthday Crown that was actually made for Children, and energetically started singing to him , as Heeseung carefully lit the Candle on the Cake. I forgot to Mention, that they already had a few Drinks. Jay clapped his Hands as he laughed at their terrible singing. ,, Go Man ! Blow out the Candle and make a Wish !'' Jake excitingly commanded. Jay closed his Eyes as he thought of his Birthday Wish, before softly blowing out the Candle , making everyone around him Cheer. But surprisingly, only one Second later, Jay's Doorbell rang.
Everyone looked at each other in curiosity, even though Jake, Heeseung and Sunghoon knew exactly what was about to happen. You told them everything . ,,I wonder who this is'' Sunghoon said giggling, making Heeseung softly punch his Arm. Jay furrowed his Eyebrows at them. ,,Y'all are acting weird. Who is this?'' Jay murmured on his Way to the Door. But as soon as he opened it, his Eyes widened. ,,Y/N ? What...'' You chuckled at Jay's frozen State. ,,Surprise, my love !'' You said, before quickly jumping into his Arms. Jay never wanted to let go of you again. He thought he was dreaming. ,,I missed you so much you have no Idea.'' Jay mumbled into your Neck,before leaving a few Kisses here and there. Before he could say anything else, you softly cupped his Cheeks before leaving a soft, slow Kiss on his rosy Lips.
He didn't even let you pull away anymore, that's how much he missed having you in his Arms. You both completely forgot about Jake's , Heeseung's and Sunghoon's existence, making them look at you in disgust. ,,I swear I'm never gonna be like this. If i ever start making out with my Girlfriend in front of you Guys, you're allowed to slap me'' Sunghoon whispered into Heeseung's Ear, making him laugh. But You and Jay were lost in the Moment. You had no Idea how you were supposed to leave again. ,,Thank you for coming , I love you'' Jay mumbled against your Lips. ,,Your Lips are so soft I could kiss them all Day...'' You smiled at his Words. ,,Do it then.'' You whispered, before you heard someone clearing his Throat from the Back.
You looked over at the three Guys glaring at you, making you giggle. You freed yourself from Jay's Grip, before finally walking into his House, making Jay obviously follow you. The first Thing you did was greeting the Boys, as you hugged them. ,,It's so nice to see you again. It's been a while.'' Heeseung said, as the others immediately agreed with him. ,,Thank you so much for not telling Jay anything'' You whispered quietly, but loud enough for Jay to hear. He gasped. ,,They knew ?. '' You cheekily nodded your Head. The other Boys laughed loudly. ,,Okay well... I think we should leave you two alone now. This was Fun'' Jake uttered, as he winked at Jay. And right after the Boys said their Goodbyes, you were finally alone with your Boyfriend.
Jay immediately took your Hand, before guiding you to his Bedroom. You really liked his Room. It didn't only look really comfortable, it also smelled like him. And you missed his scent so much. ,,Want some Wine ?'' Jay asked, watching you sit down on his Bed comfortably. You grinned. ,,Sure'' Jay quickly left a quick Peck on your Lips, before getting two Glasses of Wine. And right after he came back to his Room, he gave you one Glass. ,,Don't spill it'' You giggled. ,, I'll try. '' You said as you took a sip, before carefully putting the Glass on his Nightstand. ,,I've got something for you'' Jay curiously looked at you, raising his Eyebrow. ,,You didn't have to get me anything...I'm already happy you're here'' He mumbled, watching you get up from his Bed to take something out of your Bag. ,, Shhh...Close your Eyes for me.'' You mumbled, before carefully straddling his Lap.
You softly took his Hand, telling him to open it before softly placing your little Gift on the Palm of it. ,,It's a Necklace...obviously. But look at the Pendant. It has a tiny little Piece of the very first Rose you ever gave me inside of it. Isn't it cute ?'' Jay stared at it in awe. He loved it so much. ,,You kept the Rose ? That's so adorable, I love it. Thank you so much. I love you.'' He crashed his Lips on yours, kissing you passionately. The Kiss was slow, yet heated and the Way his Lips tasted like Wine made you want to Kiss him even deeper, even though that was kind of impossible.
Jay broke the Kiss for one Second, before immediately pressing his Lips back to yours as he got addicted to them. Your Lips moved synchronously on each other's, making you wrap your Arms around his Neck. Jay softly caressed your Waist under your Hoodie, as you smiled into the passionate Kiss. You softly pulled away, looking into Jay's deep brown Eyes making him rest his Forehead on yours . He gently brushed a strand of Hair behind your Ear, before giving you another soft Kiss on your Forehead. You stared at each other for a while, as if you're communicating without using any Words. Until Jay broke the comfortable Silence. ,,You make me so happy'' You smiled softly with your Eyes closed. ,,I think I actually wanna marry you and have Kids and everything with you one Day... '' He whispered. You shushed him with another Kiss on his Lips, making him giggle softly. Jay gently made you lay down on his Bed, before putting his Head on your Chest as he held you close. ,,I love you'' You whispered, as you felt Jay softly stroking your Back. ,,I love you. Just stay with me forever, alright ?'' Jay mumbled against your Chest. You grinned. ,,I promise.'' Jay softly took your Hand, before placing a soft Kiss on the Back of it. ,,Well then .. my Birthday Wish came true...''
#enhypen#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen fluff#enhypen headcanons#enhypen scenarios#enhypen drabbles#enhypen jay#enhypen jay x reader#enhypen jay x you#enhypen heeseung#enhypen sunghoon#enhypen jake#enhypen hyung line#oneshot#drabbles#fluff#angst#enhypen crack#crack#enhypen oneshots#enhypen soft hours#enhypen jay soft hours#enhypen hard hours#park jay#park jeongseong
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thinking about good omens swap au,,,,,
with my personal headcanons implemented and keeping it as in character for both as possible
headcanons mentioned are: crowley as lucifer and the metatron was the decision maker about his fall
this is just a rough overview of the au, i'll try and write a fic about it soon but yeahh
GO2 SPOILERS AHEAD
How Azi became a demon
In the beginning, when Aziraphale introduces himself to Lucifer (i'll be calling Crowley that cuz he never gets his demon name in this au), Luci tells him his name too. So Aziraphale knows this is literally God's favorite angel and Oh Shit That's Important. So, when the Metatron finds out about Lucifer's questioning and decides to cast him out, Aziraphale steps up. He takes the blame on himself, says he was the one who talked to Lucifer about it and he was actually the one asking questions. Why he does this? Because he can't imagine how heaven would live on without one of its most important angels, so he's willing to sacrifice himself for that. The Metatron believes the lie and Aziraphale falls in Lucifer's stead, taking on the name of Zerael.
Garden of Eden meeting
After Zerael's fall, Lucifer tries to argue with the Metatron a bit. He gives up pretty quickly because he doesn't want Zerael's fall to go to waste, but he still gets demoted as a result. So he's now on apple tree duty. Meanwhile, Zerael gets appointed to be the original tempter, taking the form of a black swallow (cuz yk swallows are symbols of good luck but black isn't eh whatever you'll see). Lucifer gets the flaming sword as a sort of cruel joke from heaven, Gods former favorite now needs a sword for protection. He (of course) gives it to Eve, he doesn't actually need it and she definitely does. When the two meet on the wall, it's a bit awkward. Lucifer is immediately happy and greets Zerael by his angelic name, causing Zee to have a bit of a shut down. He tries to act all demonic and mean, but ends up asking how Lucifer is doing in heaven. Luci kind of skirts around the topic. "Oh, you know, the usual celestial harmonies and whatnot". Zee isn't an idiot, he asks why Luci's on apple tree duty if everything's fine. Luci tells him he's been demoted but it's nothing to worry about. "Really, it's more interesting now! I get to see more than just white walls all the time". Wing shelter thingy but Zee tries to do it first, getting burned by holy rain in the process because bird brain so Luci shelters him instead.
General stuff now that the backstory is over with
(I'll get into the flashback scenes in a different post, my fingers are starting to hurt lmao)
Zerael changes his name Zirael, which literally means 'swallow' (according to wikipedia)
Zee still opens a bookshop, he loves books and food just as much and explains it to the Dark Council as getting to know human pleasures to tempt them better
Luci still has the Bentley. Just this time it's white. He bought it black but heaven didn't like it so he miracled it white. It still plays Queen automatically because it's the only way Luci can show off his chaos.
Luci still has houseplants, but he treats them well. Why? Because he can't keep them up to heaven's standards, not after Zee fell to save him. Instead of torturing the plants, he treats them like how he thinks Zee should've been treated. Leaf spots are fine, imperfections are okay. The plants are the most beautiful in London, and also the happiest.
The Arrangement is still the same, only Zee proposed it because he's still in denial about falling and wants any excuse to do something good. Luci agrees, because he wants a chance to rebel without anyone noticing.
Nicknames!!! Zee calls Lucifer 'Luci' (Lucy) and ,of course, Angel, while Lucifer calls Zirael 'Zee' and 'birdbrain' when telling him he's an idiot.
Features! So I know we get the Angel!Crowley eyes in s2, but i like to think he still has to wear sunglasses cuz when the sun catches his eyes they turn molten gold :]
Zee's eyes go from blue to black, easy enough to pass off as very dark brown. His hair stays the same though, it just never turned darker. He says the sulfur bleached it. Is that true? Probably not.
Zee is very very jumpy, his eyes are always flicking around and he's barely ever relaxed. Luci on the other hand is mostly calm, except when something goes wrong. Then he uses every swear word known to mankind that doesn't involve blasphemy because he doesn't wanna get scolded by head office.
Dynamic
Zee is a lot more flirty than Aziraphale. His time as a demon has taught him some Things™️. He still very persistently believes in the system, though it's easier to pick apart his resolve when you point out that he fell because he thought the system was unfair to Lucifer. Luci is the opposite, not sure how to respond to the flirting and getting very tongue tied (ngk.). He is however very willing to finally cut ties with heaven, which means Paradox. Zee keeps trying to convince Luci to stay in heaven, Luci keeps trying to convince Zee to Go Off Together. Zee terrified of consequences, Luci bored out of his skull with heaven's monotony. The only reason he stays is because he remembers Zee's sacrifice. He knows that Zirael didn't want to fall. He did it so Lucifer wouldn't have to.
This makes the season two finale oh so interesting HEHEHEHHEHGEHGEGEH
Lucifer gets the proposition to return to his position as Supreme Archangel, for things to go back to how they were before he was demoted. He, naturally, tells the Metatron exactly where he could stick it. Zee gets mad about this because Lucifer could make heaven better! He could make the system better, prevent anyone from falling without reason ever again. Luci gets pissed because he's been complaining about heaven to Zee for thousands of years and now that just means nothing??? he should go back?????? because of a broken system? But he doesn't mention that the Metatron told him he could restore Zirael. When he finally yells it out at the end of their arguement, right before the kiss, Zee freezes and stares at him. Lucifer realized. Oh shit. This is the one thing he's wanted more than life on earth for all this time. And i'm refusing him it, although it's my fault he lost it in the first place.
Zee won't ask him to go to heaven if he so clearly doesn't want to, definitely not now. Luci kisses him as an attempt to apologize, it's gentle and Zee doesn't push back but he also doesn't respond. At all. He just turns away and starts organizing his books. Just as Lucifer is about to leave, tears in his eyes, Zee says, very quietly; "If you won't do your job, I'd better start doing mine."
The next day, Lucifer comes back with a whole apology script written. He doesn't find Zee there. Instead he finds a random guy from a bookshop that closed a couple months ago.
#yay#this au is eating my brain#i hope it eats yours too#i will add more things to it tomorrow#currently fingers are in pain#respect to anyone who read this whole thing LMAO i outdid myself#reverse omens#wrong omens#bad omens#whatever it's called#i'm going with Chain Reaction for the name of the fic if i get round to writing it#good omens#good omens season 2 spoilers#go2#good omens s2#good omens season 2#good omens au#good omens swap au#aziraphale#crowley#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#ineffable idiots#ineffable divorcees#neil gaiman#sir i love you i respect you i hate you for s2 finale#au essay#ao3#ao3 fanfic#show analysis
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20 questions game
Thank you @sssammich for the tag!!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Eight
2. What’s your total AO3 words count?
Currently it's 123,510 words! It felt really cool to pass the 100k mark.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Supercorp
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
No One and Nothing
So I Kept Pretending
Synthesis
It's a Metallo Life
Even Though You're Kryptonian
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! I respond to most of them now, because I like talking with my readers! I didn't do that at first... I was nervous that I might appear too desperate or something if I responded to everyone, but now I don't care 🤣 I love my readers and want them to know I see them.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
For now, I think that title belongs to Darkness in All Things. I wouldn't call it an angsty ending necessarily, but it's a bit more somber than most of my endings.
I think one of my one-shot WIPs may take this title (though I don't expect to finish it until early next year).
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I think all of my fics count as happy endings! The happiest might be Even Though You're Kryptonian, since our beloved idiots are preparing for their nuptials.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I've gotten a few from a known troll, but generally no. This fandom has been very kind 💗
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I wrote smut once, for Darkness in All Things. There's another fic I'm writing smut for, although it's not supercorp.
In general, writing smut terrifies me. I only did it in DIAT because the characters held that chapter hostage until I did, and now the characters for this other fic are as well. I am being bullied 😭
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Okay... so... technically I have.
When I was young (10-ish?), I read some Sailor Moon fanfiction. I stumbled across this Sailor Moon & Xena crossover, and was frustrated that it had one chapter left and hadn't seen an update in a long time (I don't remember what a "long time" would've been to me back then).
I reached out to the author and asked about it, and the author gave me the chance to finish it based on their outline. So... I did, and they posted it!
I don't know how "well" it did. I think this was on ff.net in the very early days, so there were no kudos, and I don't think I ever got a comment about it.
I'd love to find that again, but haven't been able to. I remember nothing about it other than Rei was extremely snarky. I stopped reading Sailor Moon fanfic soon after, and generally didn't read fanfiction again until my 2021 obsession with Rizzles began.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Technically yes, see #10.
I don't think I'll do it again. I'm far too chaotic in my writing approach, and far too possessive of my stories, to effectively cowrite with someone 🤣
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
Xena/Gabrielle!! They were my first ship. I never read fic of them (other than the Sailor Moon crossover I mentioned above, since I did read a lot of Sailor Moon fic). For me, their story was perfect, and the show gave us everything I could ever want.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I don't think I have any of these at the moment. And I'd never say never anyway, you never know what a brain will latch onto.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I have some good plot ideas and decent characterization. But ultimately this question is up to the readers, not me.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I think my greatest weakness is not letting a scene evolve - I'm impatient by nature. I think this is something I'm slowly getting better at, in that my first fics are far less developed compared to my most recent fics.
But there's always a gap from the scene that's in my head vs. what ultimately makes it to the page. Sometimes I don't know if I've written enough for the readers to know what the characters are feeling and doing.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Oh I'd get lots of help here.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Technically Xena and Sailor Moon in a crossover 🤣 That was a single chapter for someone else's story with someone else's outline over two decades ago. So I think saying Supercorp is still accurate.
20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
Oh gosh, it's hard to choose. I think I have a recency bias thing here where I want to say Darkness in All Things. I do think my writing style has improved greatly over time, so I think my stories have gotten better in that sense.
No pressure tags! @luthordamnvers @rustingcat @jadedloverart @tinyvariations @trashpandato @appropriatelystupid
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September 06 - 2022
8:52 AM
I had a little realization last night. When I was at what I would consider my ‘happiest’ point in life, I had committed to the idea of “look at the positives.” It’s a simple cheesy idea but in practice its the same as fusing with helpful thoughts while ignoring the unhelpful ones. I had learned about all of this defusion stuff independently and kinda fell out of it over time.
10:40 AM
I’m in giga despair. I feel like ass. I have to do a commission for a couple hours and then exercise. It feels like so much even if it’s not a TON. Mostly because I have to do it, or I’ll just feel worse. I’m miserable.
11:29 AM
I guess I have no choice but to relax until I feel better and save work for later. It stresses me out having it on my plate and I can almost never bring myself to do it efficiently later in the day. I cant afford to skip a day yet or I would.
12:42 PM
Time to put in some effort. I’ve been trying to believe that ‘your best looks different every day.’ I know I can’t be giga great or even average EVERY day. Today is one of those days where I will do my best but it will come out as less than usual, but thats just how it is. The important thing is that I’m trying. I’ll try to take one thing at a time. First my commission, then messaging people and some financial stuff, then some kind of workout. I definitely won’t go as hard as usual but any exercise is better than none.
9:34 PM
Im having trouble putting words to the so called “unhelpful thoughts” or “negative beliefs.” It’s probably something like “You must be sick” or “Being sick is inevitable” or “Your tummy is definitely going to hurt later” or “Your tummy won’t be feeling better any time soon.” Really most of these things are just feelings that I’m trying to describe right now. One thing that’s been helpful is talking to myself like I’m the one creating the unhelpful thoughts like I’m trying to convince myself of how I feel. Something like “You feel that in your stomach? That can’t be a good sign. You should try to enjoy comfort while you still can because it’s not looking good for you later.”
These thoughts definitely don’t feel like mine. Which is a good thing, I assume it means I’m starting to grasp how I shouldn’t ‘fuse’ with these ideas and take them as true. It feels like someone annoying whispering things in my ear trying to freak me out. Right now I’m worried that I’ll be wake up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom and it will NOT be pleasant. That could actually happen, it’s happened before with days like today. I can only hope it doesn’t I guess. It won’t be too bad though, the only trouble with it is I tend to feel worse when it happens like that and I worry more when I’m half asleep. Its uncommon though so hopefully that won’t happen.
Why the FUCK am I like this. I used to be normal-ish. What happened. WHAT HAPPENED. I FEEL INSANE. I keep looking at myself like “Look at this fucking IDIOT, feeling unsafe and treating everything like it’s a problem in the comfort of his own room.” I can’t even eat anything anymore without worrying about how my stomach might react. It’s crazy. I’m not happy. I might have to see a professional about this, either for my mind or my stomach. There might actually just be something physically wrong with me.
I just want to be normal again. I want to feel safe. I want to do things I love without worry. I’m tired of every single day feeling like a bigger challenge than the last. Give me a fucking break.
I’m kinda self-shaming, I shouldn’t be. I’m working hard to fix this. It’s a complicated problem that I’m trying to understand so I can become who I want to be. That’s okay. I’m not broken, beyond repair at least. I have people who support me. I can do this, it’s just going to take time. Now that I’m more structured with mental health time, I’m more confident than before. Just like how I’ve been doing physical exercise diligently and seeing results, I can do it with this too. It just takes time and effort.
I need a shoulder to cry on right now.
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In The Chaos - Ch. 9
I still refuse to abandon.
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2/ Chapter 3 / Chapter 4/ Chapter 5/ Chapter 6/ Chapter 7/ Chapter 8
Also on Ao3
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She stomps through the ice and snow. She doesn’t even regret rejecting Jon’s offer of a ride. As if Sansa would want to be anywhere near him right now. She thought they had shared something special, but she was wrong. Sansa thought it was leading somewhere, but all it had done was hurt her.
She’s waiting at a crosswalk when a car beeps at her, and pulls over. It’s her car. Sam rolls down the window, and smiles at her. She stares blankly at him, her breath billowing in the cold air.
“Did Jon not tell you I was bringing your car?”
“No, no he didn’t.” She walks over to driver side door, and opens it. Sam is confused. “Well, you’ve brought me my car.”
“What did he do?” Sam sighs. “Why are you out walking in this?”
“You’ll have to ask your friend.” Sansa taps impatiently on the roof. “I would like to go home now.”
“Can you make a detour to Fort Black?” Sam pleads, holding up a tray of travel cups. “I’m not built for this weather, and I picked up coffee.”
“How have you made it this long in The Watch?” She takes one of the coffees, and he unbuckles himself to move to the passenger seat.
“I never wanted to enlist.” Sam shares. “I never wanted this. I want to be a psychiatrist, but my father said he wouldn’t pay. He told me to be a real doctor. My grades and exams didn’t exactly book any scholarships. So, here I am. In a couple years, they’ll pay for my education.”
“You showed him.” Sansa digs, and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m angry and hungover.”
“It’s okay.” Sam tells her. “Do you need to talk about it?”
She shakes her head and drives.
“The problem is that I’m an enabler.” Sam tries after a few moments of silence. “I knew Jon wouldn’t be comfortable at the party, but Gilly heard it was his birthday, so I nagged him to go.”
“He seemed perfectly comfortable to me.”
“That was after a few drinks.” Sam shrugs. “Strong ones at that. I should have put a stop to it when I saw him pouring. I was going to, I know he’d want me to, but he actually looked happy.”
“If he wants to drink and smoke himself to death, that’s his choice.”
“He doesn’t want to.” Sam argues. “He’d stopped drinking. He was working on other ways to cope.”
“I have very little sympathy for Jon and his pity parties at the moment.”
“Jon has a lot of scars you can’t see.” Sam sighs. “I thought your uncle would have told you.”
“He wouldn’t even tell me where Jon was deployed to because it was classified.”
It still aggravates her to this very day.
“Well, I can’t give you many details, but they were ambushed, and Jon was taken captive.”
“He was?”
“For five months.” Sam fidgets, and hesitates. This is very uncomfortable for him, and Sansa focuses on the road. She wants to be angry with Jon, but Sam is making it difficult. The only person she is angrier with than Jon is her uncle. She doesn’t care if she isn’t able to drive back to Winterfell today. She will be having a conversation with her Uncle Benjen. “He was in the hospital for weeks after they found him. Then rehab. It was pretty awful. It brought up a lot of terrible things for him. He’s been in treatment with a therapist since his psych evaluation to return to service. I go with him, because he doesn’t want to go alone. It hasn’t been easy for him. It’s never been easy for him.”
“I know.” It still doesn’t give him the right to treat her like she’s disposable. “I told him not to join. I begged him not to.”
“He told you what happened to his mother?” Sam wonders. “His brother?”
“No.” Sansa is glad they’re stopped at a red light. She thought she knew Jon. She knows nothing. She leans back against the headrest, entirely overwhelmed. “I thought he was an only child.”
“I’ve done it now.” Sam groans. “He trusted me, and I went and blabbed to you.”
“I won’t say anything.” Sansa promises. “It’s not like I’ll be speaking to him anytime soon.”
“Don’t give up on him.”
“Why do you care?”
“He’s my friend.” Sam explains. “I care about him. I’ve also never seen him as happy as he was last night.”
“That was the alcohol.”
“It wasn’t.” Sam disagrees. “I am well aquatinted with drunk Jon, and he can be a happy drunk on occasion, but never that happy.”
“Well, he wasn’t happy this morning.” Sansa huffs. “I’m not going to feel guilty for needing to distance myself from him right now. I tried to help him. I tried to help him for years.”
“Did you, though?”
“I did!” Now, she’s angry with Sam. “I told him...”
“You told him.” Sam interrupts. “You told him what you believe would help. I beg your pardon, but that isn’t the same thing. I know it was a rough morning, but he’s doing alright. He knows what works for him.”
She had flat out asked him what she could do to help, many times.
“I don’t think he knows.” Sansa rolls her eyes. “I don’t think he’ll ever know.”
“He knows.” Sam tells her. “He’s perfectly capable of it. He struggles, and it wears on him, but he’s working on it every day. He doesn’t need someone acting like he isn’t.”
“Can we please talk about something else?”
“Of course.” Sam nods. “What are you studying at Queenscrown?”
“Social work.” Sansa answers. “We were lucky. I want to help people who aren’t so lucky.”
“That’s wonderful.”
“I know what you’re thinking.” Sansa scowls. “I want to help people, but you think I’m giving up on Jon. I’m not giving up on him, I just don’t want to be around him.”
“I was thinking a lot of people will be very fortunate to have you in their lives.”
“He wasn’t like this before.” Sansa laments. “I don’t understand how you could say he’s doing alright.”
“I go to therapy with Jon so he’ll go.” Sam reminds her. “I got him Ghost. That took ages. I had to get it approved by The Watch and the organization that trained Ghost. I had to prove Jon needs him. He loves that dog.”
“He’s a service dog.” Sansa had no idea, but it did explain a lot about Ghost’s behavior. When she saw the pictures Jon posted, she thought he was trained to work with Jon and his team. “He wasn’t trained by The Watch.”
“No.”
“You’re a good friend.” Sansa isn’t sure at the moment if Jon deserves a friend like Sam, but she is glad he’s there.
Sam shows his ID at the gate, and she drops him off before parking closer to where her uncle’s office is.
She hands her identification to the MP at the entryway, and places her purse on the conveyor belt to be scanned. People see the name on her visitor’s pass, and do not question her presence. She is Benjen Stark’s niece. She marches right past his secretary, who does attempt to stop her, and walks into his office.
He’s sitting at his desk, reading a file.
“Jon was captured?!” No pleasantries. She needed to get what she was feeling out.
“Good morning.” He closes the file. “Happy New Year.”
“I don’t care how classified it is, you’re going to tell me.”
“Sansa, I’m sorry.” He motions to one of the chairs in front of his desk. “You’re a civilian.”
“I hate that word.” She reluctantly sits. “I’m not leaving until you tell me.”
“You’ll be sitting there for a long time.”
“You promised.” Sansa pouts. “You promised me you would take care of him.”
“There’s only so much I can control.” Uncle Benjen sighs, and stands to close the door. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but if it will help you understand, I will. Jon’s team was collecting intel on an extremist group near Hardhome. They were ambushed. We’re still not sure how. Our best guess is someone who arranged travel for the team. Jon knew exactly what he was signing up for when decided to become a Ranger. He saved a lot of lives that day. He’s a hero.”
“I care about his life.” She could not care less about a medal on his dress uniform. It did not erase his suffering. “I care about him.”
“He was rescued.” He reminds her. “He’s okay.”
“He isn’t okay.” Sansa blinks away the tears. “You didn’t tell me. I trusted you.”
“Jon shouldn’t have told you either.”
“He didn’t.” Sansa scoffs. “I’m not telling you who did. That’s classified.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“He was missing for months, and I didn’t know.” She felt a sob shake her. “What if he had died? What would you have told me then?”
“You were getting ready to graduate.” Uncle Benjen defends himself. “I didn’t want to upset you.”
“Is that why he wasn’t at my graduation? You had no idea where he was, and the gods know what was happening to him?” She had been angry with him about that too. Uncle Benjen finds some tissues for her. “He’d told me he’d try to go. I was mad at him! He was probably being tortured, and I was mad at him! Because you didn’t tell me!”
“I couldn’t tell you.”
“You should have.”
She dabs her eyes with a tissue, and Uncle Benjen squeezes her shoulder. She wants to start this new year over.
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I love Sam in this chapter. He brings up a very valid point. Something Sansa really needed to hear. It’s a hard lesson to learn, and please remember she is young. This was very difficult for her. Everything she thought she knew has been flipped upside-down. Also, she’s understandably heartbroken about what Jon went through. It’s exactly what she was terrified of happening. Benjen also brings up a valid point: Jon knew exactly what he was getting into when he enlisted. He would absolutely do it again. Also Ghost as a good ptsd doggo just made sense to me. He’s so quiet and tuned into Jon. He is such a comfort to Jon in canon, and I love this.
Jon POV next chapter. Thanks for feedback. It really means a lot to me! This will get fluffier soon, I promise. Happy endings are how I roll.
#jonsa#jonsa fic#my writing#mallory writes sometimes#linking the other chapters is becoming a hassel 😂#THIS CHAPTER BROKE MY GODDAM HEART#ENJOY#is okay they will be the happiest idiots in love soon#thank you everyone who has shown this love#it really means a lot to me
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How you met them and what dating the members of Måneskin would be like
GN!reader, slight NSFW for Damiano *Masterlist*
Vic
You'd definitely meet Vic at the grocery store
She goes grocery shopping every Saturday at 10 am, and you don't know that because you're creepy, you know that because you do as well (being an adult and such)
Over time, you'd both start to notice seeing each other at the same times and places
Vic would eventually come over, after having traded more than a dozen looks with you
At first, she would give you a random complement (that made your heart soar for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time), and you would immediately compliment her back because there are so many things to complement about the unknown girl at the shops
Those random complements would soon turn into full blown conversations that you both looked forward to, every Saturday at 10 am
Conversations turned into doing your grocery shopping together
Vic would ask you to lunch after one of your grocery shopping adventures, which you gladly accepted given the beautiful woman had stolen your heart at first glance
Lunch would go absolutely swimmingly, and it became the new thing
Your relationship with Vic would evolve from doing your grocery shopping together, then having lunch, to basically spending every Saturday together, then seeing each other other days of the week
One night, having drinks at Vic's place, just the two of you, Vic would join your lips together in a sweet harmony that felt all too right
You brushed off the night as drunken kissing
But she held you hand at lunch that following Saturday, and asked to kiss you before you parted ways
The conversation was bound to happen, and it did. After that, you and Vic were officially an item
She introduced you to her friends, and you did the same - your group loving Vic, and her's loving you
Dating Vic would be full of gentle love bites on your tender neck, fruity red wine, painting your nails matching colours, and late nights
On those late nights, Vic would hold you close, a film playing softly in the back, while her attention laid on you
You, her person, her rock. You made Vic's heart go ablaze and she wouldn't trade you for the world
Nor would you for her
Thomas
Thomas gives off strong Boy-Next-Door vibes
One day, your interest was sparked by moving vans outside your window - someone was moving into the flat above you
It was a very loud day (furniture scraping the floors, heavy boxes being dropped, many feet with much too heavy footsteps) but you were baking
You had a function to attend to the following day, so your day was already planned as a day for baking your famous biscuits that literally everyone loved
Ingredients may have a price tag, but kindness does not. Once all the noise subsided, you brought a plate of cookies up to your new neighbour (hoping to at least buy their friendship so they wouldn't annoy you constantly)
When Thomas opened the door, your stomach immediately turned to static
He looked a little tired, no doubt from freshly moving in, but his beauty was still breathtaking
Thomas smiled at you sweetly and thanked you profusely for the biscuits - he told you about how his grandmother made the same type and he loved them
The next day, right after you'd come back from your function, Thomas brought you back the plate with a bashful smile - 'The biscuits were divine, better than grandmama's'
You giggled at his statement, then invited him in for tea and to finish off the biscuits that were "left over" (you'd actually saved them for yourself, but there was no one else you'd rather share them with)
Happily for the both of you, Thomas accepted the invitation, and he stayed in your flat, drinking tea with you and eating biscuits, till the wee hours of the next day
You and Thomas shared smiles from your balconies and the street below, but when you'd be walking the stairs together, it always turned into an invitation for a drink, or to watch a game, or just a chat
About a month and a half of friendship, Thomas asked you to the cinema
You gladly went with him
In the middle of the film, your hands bumped together, both reaching for the popcorn on your lap - resulting in heated faces and looking away
Thomas walked you back to your flat that night, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and legs made of jelly
That next day, Thomas asked you to dinner
'Is this a date or just a hang out?'
'It can be whatever you'd like.'
To no one's surprise, you chose the former option
You never officially confirmed your dating status, but you'd figure Thomas introducing you to his family as his partner was confirmation enough
Dating Thomas would include him singing you mellow songs in the evenings, longing glances shared across rooms, lots of tea at all hours of the day, and extremely stupid jokes that turned sickeningly sweet
Those jokes would occupy your mind for days on end, cherishing every single joke shared
Ethan
As cliche as it sounds, you'd meet in a bar
There was a game on between Lazio and Milan - and you both were dragged there by your friends
People clamored around the bar and television screens, screaming and yelling, and everyone decked out in jerseys (the Lazio jerseys outnumbered the Milan jerseys 3:1)
Funnily enough, you met Ethan in the corridor for the toilets
'With a line this long, I might as well piss outside'
For a first impression, Ethan really did make an impression. One that made you laugh and his cheeks tint red at the knowledge that someone heard him say that
It sparked a conversation while you both waited in the long lines
You discovered that neither of you held too much of a love of football, which absolutely tickled you that someone was in the same boat as you
Ethan waited outside the washroom for you, then suggested you both go outside for a smoke
With a drunken smile (the only way to get through a football match is to drink, lets be real), you agreed and told the friends you came with where you'd be disappearing to
Outside, you and Ethan shared three fags each and lots of laughter and conversation
Surprisingly to Ethan's friends, when everyone came pouring out of the bar after the game finished, Ethan had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss
While being the most shy member of the band, Ethan reacted the most prominently to liquid courage, which you were more than okay with
You traded information, and the next day, you woke up to a sweet text from Ethan, asking you to a cafe to get to know each other in a sober environment
No complaints, you went
Ethan was just as funny as he was last night, and neither of you stopped smiling the entire time you were together
You saw each other quite often after that; sharing the occasional kiss, but full of laughter and stupid faces in silent moments
Eventually, you got brave and asked for Ethan to be your boyfriend
His face and ears went bright red, and he immediately looked to his slender fingers, chuckling nervously - but he happily agreed
Dating Ethan would include a hell of a lot of cuddles, lots of reassurance, few kisses but very meaningful kisses, and more laughter than you've ever shared with anyone else
Ethan will make you one of the happiest people on Earth, and in exchange, he is the happiest, just to have you in his arms in the mornings (even if you drool on him in your sleep)
Damiano
Without a doubt, you'd meet Damiano at a bar
There wouldn't be a game one, it was just a Friday night, and you felt like cutting loose with your idiot friends, whom you very much loved
Damiano would spot you immediately
You, of course, had already spotted him, but your friends were drooling over him, and every single person in the bar was as well, so you just put him out of your mind
That is, until he swaggered right up to you while you were grabbing drinks for your friends who were all on the dance floor
His expensive scent intoxicated you better than any booze behind the bar, making your skin tingle immediately. Damiano radiated heat, but that could've just been how warm it was in the bar from all the people
As the bartender was mixing your drinks, Damiano asked you your name
'A beautiful name for a beautiful person'
You thought he was just looking for a one-night stand, which you were actually quite down for
However, the night was still young, and you still had drinks to deliver to your friends, so you thanked him for the compliment and sauntered off to your friends with the drinks in hand
They called you a myriad of names for you basically turning Damiano down to do what? To dance with people you'd known for years?
Fortunately, walking off hadn't deterred Damiano
His eyes were on you for the entire night, until you built enough nerve to approach him
It didn't take too long for him to offer to bring you back to his place - you didn't need more than a second to accept
That night didn't lead to sex, however. Damiano thought you to be drunk to give him any meaningful consent, so he just left you to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch
When you woke up, you wrote your number with the lipstick in your purse on his bathroom mirror, and you left without a sound to wake him up
He called you that same day and invited you to the bar again
The entire weekend was spent going to the bar, sleeping either with or at Damiano's, which suited you just fine
Unfortunately, you had an actual job that required you to go to work, so when he invited you out on Sunday, you had to decline, then again on Monday
Tuesday, however, you invited him to your place for a couple drinks and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch
Damiano woke up with you for your job and stayed with you as you got ready that morning, smiling at you through the mirror of your bathroom
Soon enough, your nightly encounters turned into real dates that changed location and theme constantly
Damiano was spontaneous and you loved it
He'd call you the cutest pet names under the sun, and bring you everywhere you were willing to go with him
Damiano never called you his partner; you were his lover
When you'd be alone, he always referred to you as 'Y/n, the light of my life, the only flower in my field, the cream in my jeans'
Made you blush like mad, but that was Damiano's favourite part
Dating Damiano would include doing each other's eyeliner, lots of PDA, reading side by side on the couch with a record playing softly, never falling asleep alone
Sleeping beside Damiano was like sleeping next to a furnace, so blankets were never needed, but cuddling was required
if it sucks, y’all gotta tell me😩🙏
for @fairyth0rns , i hope you like it
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Girl, You’re Toxic [3]
Relationship: Miya Osamu x f!Reader
Warnings: fluff, toxic character, little suggestive??, hurt->comfort
Word count: 2.0k
Series masterlist | part [1] | part [2] | [4] | [5] | [6]
“I’ll confirm the details later, is that okay?” Your friend, Himari, asked. Ever since the messy breakup with her long-term boyfriend, her usual cheery mood had deflated into mopey remarks and pitiful puppy eyes. So, as her friend, it was your duty to help cheer her up – even if it meant ogling at your beautiful boyfriend as he passed through the rooms of your apartment, doing his own thing.
Himari turned to him, “You’ll come too, right Osamu?”
His blue eyes flickered to you briefly as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, he took this as a sign before agreeing, “Sure, I’ll come.”
Your friend beamed, the happiest you had seen her in a while and you felt glad. Pushing away the nagging worry, you matched her radiant expression, choosing not to linger on the fact that her smile held an ominous edge.
“See you later then,” she bid farewell, leaving you alone with Osamu. He tucked you under his arm affectionately, pulling you in stride.
“Thank you for doing this.”
You knew that the pair weren’t too close, hanging out together wasn’t a usual occurrence for them and the last thing you wanted was to make him feel awkward – although it seemed Himari was more than fine with hanging out with him.
“I don’t mind, she’s a nice girl,” he reassured you. His understanding nature and signature smile made you melt further, if he kept this up you’d be a puddle by the time you got home.
“Isn’t she? I don’t understand how that douche-bag Chikao could cheat on her.”
“Some people just do what they want, no matter who they hurt.”
“You better not hurt me like that ‘Samu,” you warned halfheartedly.
“Don’t worry, I’m no idiot.”
You gave him a blank look which had him huffing, “What ya tryna say like?”
“I didn’t say anything,” you defended yourself.
“Ya didn’t need ta.”
The affectionate bickering ceased as soon as you pecked the side of his cheek. The walk back to your apartment was silent, you opted not to say anything about the pink blush dusting his face.
…
‘Hey, let’s meet at the mall at one o’clock, in front of the arcade.’
Shooting back a quick text of confirmation, you began to get ready. The clock read twelve – it would take you at least twenty minutes to get to the mall, so you preoccupied yourself with your favourite book to kill the remaining time.
While reading the book your mind drifted to a certain brunette who never failed to make your heart stir. Imagining him as the love interest and you as the protagonist, you delved into the story, fully immersed in the words – absorbing them as if they were water and you were stuck in a desert.
The sound of birds stomping across the balcony yanked you out of your little world. Even though you still had time, you left a little early, hoping to catch Osamu and steal him to yourself for a bit. On the way, your phone lit up.
‘Hey, where are you?’
Frowning at Osamu’s text, your fingers fly against the keys.
‘Just on my way now.’
Arriving at the mall – the others bet you to it. Himari had hooked her arm around Osamu’s dragging him around the mall, they looked comfortable, like they had been there for a while. He tried to discreetly drop her arm but – to your dismay – she persisted like grime in a bathroom.
Trying to rid yourself of the unwelcoming feeling, You tried to justify it, listing off the reasons this could be happening, Himari wouldn’t stoop so low as to do something like this. You walked up to them cheerily, “Hey guys!”
Both heads turned to you, Osamu sending you a strange glance as Himari’s arm never left his. Once again he shook it off subtly.
“Finally, you’re here! Now we can finally start.”
Himari led your boyfriend around the mall. Awkwardly trailing behind them like a third wheel to your own relationship, you decided to take a break – especially when the pitying glances from strangers and lack of attention from Osamu grew to be too much.
Although he charmingly kept asking if you were okay and if you were uncomfortable with anything, you dismissed him cheerily as you stewed in your own annoyance, a prime example of self-sabotage at its finest.
“I’m going to the toilet.”
They led you to the bathrooms with the promise of waiting outside. Washing your face in the basin, the splash of cold water sharpened your senses. It was like you had been plunged into an alternate universe where everything was muddled and turned upside down. Sighing quietly, you tucked your jealousy away – Himari can have this one afternoon, after all Osamu was yours forever right?
Exiting the bathroom, their absence immediately irked you. Glancing around, you noticed them on the other side of the centre looking at the pretty jewels in the accessory store, was it your imagination, or was she clinging to him tighter. The jealousy forced its way out of its little pocket, and coursed through your blood.
The sound of your name pulled you from your brutal thoughts.
Turning to the sound of the voice, you noticed Chikao. His stern expression threw you, his usually playful aura radiated something more serious.
“What are you doing here?”
“Total coincidence, I saw you go to the toilet alone,” he explained.
The look you gave had him backtracking quickly, “Not like that! I didn’t know if I should say anything but since I saw you all here I decided to talk to you.”
“What’s up?” You asked, sitting on a wooden bench. Chikao followed suit, angling slightly to face you.
“It’s about Himari, do you know why we broke up?”
“Well, she told us that you cheated on her.”
His face morphed into a scowl as he replied, “Well, that’s not true.”
“What happened then?” you asked, curious as to what he was going to say, unable to keep your nose out of his drama.
“It was really subtle at first you know? Quick glances here and there but then they got more frequent. Every time she hung out with you it got worse.”
A strike of dread struck, you didn’t like where this was going.
“It was like she was with me physically but with someone else mentally,” he paused, reminiscing the last months of his relationship, “She’s obsessed with him and doesn’t care about the consequences.”
You didn’t need to hear him say it to know it was true, sitting in silence, you stared at the floor.
“I broke up with her because she wants Osamu.”
Your gaze gradually met his as he gave you a sympathetic smile. A smile that told you it was going to be okay, that he had been through it and survived.
“I thought I should tell you, since she’s practically glued to him.”
“Thank you for telling me. I guess I could see the signs and I was just pretending it was all fine.”
“Himari makes you feel like that, she makes you feel safe so she can use you then throw you away,” he grimaced before smiling suddenly, “Anyways I gotta go, got a hot date waiting for me.”
That brought a small smile to your lips as you waved him off, “Have fun.”
The information hit you like a tornado, displacing everything that once was, into a huge mess. How long had you been a mere pawn in her plan to steal your boyfriend?
With a new found raging confidence, you marched up to Osamu and Himari, announcing your departure.
“I’m not feeling well, think I’m just going to head home.”
Osamu’s concerned gaze washed over you, “I should go too.”
“Do you have to?” She simpered, clutching on tighter, and you scoffed internally. It’s like your eyes had been opened, everything falling into place clearly.
Gently shaking her hand off he stood beside you giving her an apologetic smile, “Gotta look after my baby.”
You didn’t miss the way her jaw clenched before she gave a full grin, “Okay then, get well soon Y/n.”
“Thank you,” you said through gritted teeth.
…
In your little apartment, Osamu had tucked you into bed with a water-bottle, leaving to perform his magic in the kitchen to whip up his special sickness remedy – delicious soup with a small piece of bread. Guilt caressed the edge of your mind, you weren’t really sick, but was pushed back as soon as the smell of the food wafted into the room. Your stomach rumbled.
Osamu’s phone rang from the other side of the bed, glancing at the caller id you gritted your teeth, before snatching it up.
“Hello,” you said, showing her that it was in fact you picking up his phone, and it was in fact you who was spending quality time with him right now.
“Oh, Y/n?” You could detect the disappointment in her voice.
“Is Osamu there?”
“Afraid not, he’s making me dinner.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll just call la-”
Like a firework, once your fuse was lit, you exploded beautifully yet damagingly, “Cut the shit.”
“Excuse me.”
“Ran into someone, Chikao had some very interesting things to say.”
You took her silence as confirmation, “I know everything.”
Her tone changed. The usual upbeat and bubbly friend morphed into a venomous stranger, like a snake shedding its skin, “I want him.”
“He’s not a toy, Himari.”
She ignored you, “He’ll see how worthless you are and I’ll be right there. I’m everything he’ll ever want.”
“Worthless?” You laughed comically, “You should see the way he looks at me – especially when he’s in my bed.”
Anger displaced her calm tone, “Enjoy the time you have left with him.”
“No, I hope you enjoyed the time you had with him. He’ll never speak to you again after he sees you for who you truly are.”
“He won’t find out, and you won’t tell him or else I’ll – ”
Without waiting for her idle threat to finish, you cut the call. Unsure of how to feel, you sieved through the events of the day once more. Sighing in exasperation, you were surprised when Osamu peaked his head around the door.
“You okay baby?” He asked nonchalantly, there was something funny in his expression that had you questioning yourself.
“Yes, thank you.”
“You were so hot, staking your claim on me,” he blurted out. The confusion written all over your face was enough for him to provide an explanation, “My Bluetooth was on, I heard everything.”
Your shoulders slumped in embarrassment, wanting nothing more than to find a small space and hide away.
“So you’re not going to leave me for her?” You asked sarcastically.
“Nah, Himari’s how should I put this…a bit bland. At least you’re funny.”
“So you’re staying with me for my comedic ability? Now I’m going to be pressured to be amusing, forced jokes are never funny.”
He rolled his eyes, “Are ya even really sick?”
“Sick from jealousy!” You proclaimed, throwing your hands in the air.
“Hmm, I think I have the remedy for that,” he stroked his chin pensively, “exactly one hour of cuddles should resolve it.”
“Huh? But what about the soup,” you pouted.
“It’ll be done in an hour,” he rolled his eyes, hushing your protests as he jumped into bed, holding you close, and in his own way, telling you he’s yours.
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leave a message / chris evans
summary: a drunk idiot spilling the beans over the phone
author’s note: i’ve had this idea for a week and my brain finally let me write something; this is very short
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When you decided to take on that book that you’ve been meaning to read for two months, you went all out in preparation for it. It was a Saturday night and you decided to use one of your most expensive bath bombs, open a bottle of rosé and light up the candle you got as a gift from Chris. You went as far as to turn off your phone and leave it on the kitchen island so you wouldn’t be tempted to check it, maybe to see if there was a text from him. But he’d be busy. One of your mutual friends had a bachelor party and Mr. I’m-An-Introvert-On-Occasion jumped at the opportunity to host it a his house.
Sighing at the perfection of water temperature, you started your book. But a couple of chapters in, you were startled by the loud ringing of your door. It was incessant and when the person grew tired of that, they turned to knocking on it. You cursed out loud for leaving your phone away from you. Now you couldn’t check your cameras to see who was so desperately knocking.
Carefully, you stepped out of the tub and wrapped your body in the fluffiest robe to ever exist, curtesy of Chris too. Before reaching the door, you grabbed the bat he also gave you as a housewarming gift. As you walked closer, you started hearing sounds coming from the other side. There seemed to be talking among all the knocking and your shoulders dropped in relief when you heart the laugh that could cure anxiety. But just to be sure, you checked the peephole to make sure it was really him and not some creep.
“Weren’t you supposed to be the one drunk tonight?”
Before the bachelor could answer you, Chris raised his hand. “He is, Y/N! So drunk.” He slurred as he fought to keep his eyes open. “You are so beautiful.” He sighed, looking cute while looking at you.
“He refused to sober up unless he sees you so where can I park him?” You chuckled, leave it to Chris to host at his place, get drunk beyond belief and then make the bachelor drive him to your place.
“Help him to the couch, please.”
Your friend struggled with a giggly Chris who wouldn’t stop looking at you in case you would disappear. “Will you be okay? I can wait until he falls asleep and take him back.” He suggested but you waved him off.
“I got it from here. Don’t worry.” After bidding him goodbye, you turned to the living room and smiled at the six-foot dork trying to button up his shirt all the way up. “Okay, you’ll choke if you continue.”
“Y/N?” His voice was timid, almost child-like but he wouldn’t look at you anymore. “I don’t wike it.”
“What don’t you like?” You sat next to him and rubbed his back.
“Wike.” He corrected you. “This.” Assuming he meant his shirt, you stood up.
“I’ll bring you a shirt. Give me one second.” When he didn’t move as he kept playing with the buttons, you moved to your bedroom, still watching him in case he fell or something. You changed into your PJs quickly and took one of the shirts he’s left before when he sleeps over.
As you walked closer to him, you could hear a ringing, a line trying to connect until you heard the voicemail you recorded.
“Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N. I can’t get to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you soon.” The beep sounded at the end and Chris cleared his throat.
“Where are you, Y/N Y/L/N? Pfft, Y/L/N. You should change it to Evans. Y/N Evans. Mama says if I ask you out, you may agree to marry me in the future. And to tell you the truth, nothing would make me happier… But I’m scared. Because you are so beautiful… And you could have anyone you want. I wish you could like me. I would love you like no one else. Make you the happiest woman on Earth. Did you know?” He burped but continued. “Dodger cries every time you leave when you visit. He howls and it’s cute… but heartbreaking. We love you so much. Remember the video you showed me of the pawrents that run opposite ways to see who the dog would choose? Dodger would go after you and who could blame him? You were made so people would beg for a crumb of your attention.” Another burp. “I’m thirsty. I haven’t drunk anything today. Can you believe it? Not a single beer or ounce of alcohol. My mouth is dry. But I’m somewhere I don’t know. Wait,” You saw him peek at one of the pictures you had hanging on the wall. It was of you and him at one of his movie’s premiere. “I don’t wike this. Why is there a picture of you and me?” He scratched his head. “Y/N, you might be in danger. I don’t know where I am but there pictures of you and me and you and your family. I think someone is stalking you. I need to call you now. I’m going to hang up now but I’m going to call you, okay? Lock your doors and windows. You still have the bat I gave you, right? I’ll be there soon. I just need to find Dodger and we’ll protect you. Even if you don’t love me, I’ll always protect you. Always love you. You are it for me, Y/N. You are my girl. The girl of my dreams. She’s real and her name is Y/N. She loves Dodger so much. She cares. She’s kind. She’s smoking fucking hot but don’t tell her. I don’t want her to think that’s why I love her. She could be a potato and I’d still be hopelessly in love with her. Because it’s her. Her soul, her heart, her mind. Nothing more beautiful have I ever seen in my life…” He sighed again and rubbed his eyes, laying on the couch, making himself comfortable. “I don’t care for the laws of nature. Dodger will grow old with us along with all the dogs she wants to have. We’ll be wrinkly and gray and have a beautiful house by the beach and we’ll walk with our dogs by the water, sand between our toes and the sunset in front of us. Dodger will lead the pack and I’ll kiss her hand. And I’ll thank her for loving me…”
A tear fell from your eye and you wiped it. Walking up to him, you ended the call and put his phone on the coffee table along with his shirt. Carefully, you slipped beside him on the couch, hoping you wouldn’t fall or wake him up. Lowly, you told the system to turn off the light and then took the blanket draped over the back of the sofa and covered both of you. You grabbed Chris’s arm and moved it over your stomach. In his sleep, he gripped you better and you smiled.
“I love you too, Chris.”
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Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny
So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.
Who loved you first? Pt1
Lucifer : Simeon
It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.
"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?
He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.
Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?
MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.
Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?
MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.
Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.
MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!
Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.
MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-
Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?
Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.
MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!
Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!
MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.
Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!
MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.
It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.
It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.
At his best
"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.
"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?
His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.
You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.
He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.
Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.
At his worst
His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.
He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.
"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.
"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.
"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."
Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?
"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"
Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.
Mammon: Asmodeus
You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.
"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.
MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?
Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...
MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?
Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?
MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.
Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?
MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.
Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.
MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.
Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!
Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.
MC: Asmo...
Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?
MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?
Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!
MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*
Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.
Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.
Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.
At his best
He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.
Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.
Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.
Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.
He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.
You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.
At his worst
Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.
Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.
"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"
"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.
Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."
Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"
Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."
Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.
Leviathan : Belphegor
Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.
'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.
Belphie: MC do you have a minute?
MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?
Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.
MC: .... Huh?
Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.
Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.
MC: Uh huh?
Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.
MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*
Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.
MC: ...
Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.
MC: Belphie I-
Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.
MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.
Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?
MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.
Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*
Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.
He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.
At his best
He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.
"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.
Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.
Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?
Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?
At his worst
He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.
Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.
For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.
Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.
He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"
"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.
Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."
Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.
Satan: Solomon
Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.
For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.
Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.
MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!
Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!
MC: You wooshed in through the window!
Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.
MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.
Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?
MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.
Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.
MC: What's unfair?
Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?
MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!
Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*
MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?
Solomon: MC.
MC: Yeah what?
Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?
Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?
MC: Solomon... *blushes*
Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*
MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*
Solomon: Is this your way of showing-
MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.
Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*
MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*
Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?
Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.
When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.
At his best
He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.
But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.
Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house
While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.
At his worst
The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.
It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.
Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever
But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"
You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.
Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.
Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.
"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."
Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.
Asmo : Mammon
It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.
Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"
He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.
Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...
MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.
Mammon: MC, not again.
MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.
Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!
MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*
Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.
MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.
Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!
MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?
Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?
Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.
MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*
Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!
MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!
Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?
MC: OF COURSE!
Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?
MC: You caught me...
Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.
MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*
Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.
Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.
He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.
At his best
This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.
But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.
"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.
"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.
Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.
Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.
At his worst
He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.
He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.
One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.
He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.
"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.
Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"
You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.
And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"
But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.
Keep reading Pt. 2
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I love your writing and how much you’re able to bring out the true personalities of each character!! I was wondering if you could do Kaeya, Xiao, Diluc, Zhongli, and Childe celebrating y/n’s bday. (My birthday was a couple of days ago but I didn’t receive any greetings from my genshin team for some reason... 😔)
happy birthday
a/n: SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! as for your problem, have you tried looking in character>voiceover>voicelines? the wishes should appear there, i dont know what happened if they don't
plot: celebrating the reader's birthday
contains: kaeya, diluc, tartaglia, xiao, zhongli
warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, otherwise pure fluff
kaeya
a surprise party
to be completely honest, kaeya barely cares about his own birthday enough to even remember the date
and obviously he does remember yours, how could he not, but- he's just not used to celebrating, you know?
so watch him know very well your birthday is coming up, with a mindset like: "okay, you've got time, you'll figure something great out, it's gonna be amazing"
and the day or two before he realizes, he indeed wants to do something great and amazing, but he completely ran out of time
fortunately, who cares about reservations when your brother's a bar owner, right?
he figures out that if he waits till sunset with the party he still has an entire day he can spend of preparing everything he needs
so as you sleep peacefully, he sneaks out of the room at the break of dawn, ready to work his ass off
he doesn't want you feeling bad, after all, right?
the thing is, you do start to feel a bit bad, as an entire morning goes by, and not only is kaeya nowhere in sight, literally nobody is! you walk through the streets of mondstadt, looking for any familiar face to spend the time with, but the city seems awfully empty of your friends. you end up having fun at diona's cat's tail, her complaining about everyone, and you, surprisingly, joining in, but it still doesn't replace the companion of your friends.
you go over your day as per usual, and decide to bake yourself a cake, since you think that'll cheer you up. you run out of flour, though, so it's necessary to go over to the store and stock up on some. right as you cross the city's main square, you run into diluc.
"oh, sorry, haven't seen you" you say, not even lifting up your face to look at who's chest did you bump on, until he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
"someone looks dejected" he says, and you almost want to punch him for not realizing why. instead of doing that, however pleasing it sounds, you just shrug your shoulders. "come on, you look like you could use a special drink of mine"
and with that, he pulls you towards angel's share, letting you complain about your day, though you don't explicitly say it's your birthday, still mad he didn't remember that on his own.
"so he completely ditched you without a word?" he acts surprised and offended "that's so awful-" he continues, opening the door before you.
just as he opens it, and you hear the word "awful" you see the bar as if for the first time. flowery garlands are up beneath the ceiling, the tables are arranged differently and covered with colorful, pastel table cloths, music is playing. the backdoor is opened and you see the outside of the building decorated in a similar manner, candles and fairy lights spread all over the place.
the sun is slowly setting over the buildings visible through the back door, and the atmosphere inside borders on magical, but to top that all off-
"happy birthday!" you hear a lot of voices shout, and your eyes widen at the sight of all those who you hold dear present. you can't help but smile, seeing all of them cheer, grinning from ear to ear.
"i-" you look over at diluc "how'd you pull this off?"
you swear you saw him crack a soft smile before admitting that he in fact, didn't. you're about to ask who did, then, but you're interrupted by a silvery voice, coming from behind you.
"i did" the voice says, a hand moving to cover your eyes "wanna guess who?" you hear a whisper inches away from your ear, shaking from surprise.
affection swells in your chest as you quietly say "kaeya", your smile growing fondler, knowing that aside from all your friends, he's here too, and as a mastermind, at that.
"hope you don't hold leaving you by yourself for a couple of hours against me" he continues, arms sneaking around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder "d'ya like it?"
emotion gets the better of you, and you don't know what to say, so choose only to nod eagerly.
"a lot" you finally whisper, much to kaeya's satisfaction.
"happy birthday, then" he says, suddenly pulling away from you, as to exclaim loudly "attention everyone!!" he takes a fork to ring on his glass "i hereby declare, that the next round's on me!"
cheers fill the room, along with one "yea right" and another "like we'd believe that" before the owner of the bar speaks up as well.
"as much as i'd like to see that" diluc settles "today's drinks are on the house."
diluc
a magical evening
so he’s a fan of planning
not a diehard fan, but a fan nonetheless
it’s just, he would rather have things planned ahead than wake up a day before and not know what to do (like a kaeya) like an idiot.
so you bet he has already calculated how much time he has left the moment you told him the date of your birthday.
unlike kaeya, he prefers to be working alone, but also likes to keep his plans a surprise. he himself hates surprises, but has to admit, doing one for someone else is quite the fun
he stays quiet about your birthday coming up until the very last moment, and if you want to ask him if he wants to do anything with you that day, he says he already has something in mind, you know, nonchalantly. as if he hadn’t been thinking about it for archons know how long
he’ll wake up before you just to wish you a happy birthday the moment you wake up, and he might be unusually affectionate for a bit, but don’t even bother asking what he has planned out - he won’t tell, not even if you beg.
diluc wanted to kick you out of the house all day. “oh, there’s shopping to be done” “oh, this lady wanted to talk to you”, or “you know, come to think of it, didn’t jean say she had something she’d wanted to show you for your birthday?” every lame excuse in the book, he has used it.
you decide to finally grant him what he so obviously wanted, and leave, choosing to walk all around the city, and even outside the gates, you make it quite a trip, not knowing when to come back.
you smile upon thinking about how secretive he tried to be, but how even he, the mighty descendant of one of the noble families of mondstadt, a man as collected and stoic as can be, couldn’t contain his excitement. you saw all his little side smiles and the way he bit his lip a little after settling today’s rough plans with you, he was so happy, you’re satisfied just by seeing that, sometimes forgetting the real reason for why he was actively plotting something.
you walk and walk, and then walk some more, but your legs start to hurt, and you’re growing hungry, so you decide to finally get back home.
when you approach the winery, you can see the lights in the ballroom are lit up from a mile away. your heart can’t help but flip with excitement, since diluc hates using the room, hates throwing parties, and would much rather just forget it exists.
it’s a beautiful venue though, looks like something out of a fairytale, and you always tell him how much you love it. it’s no surprised he decided to use it, but you can’t wait to see it anyway.
as you get closer to the building, it becomes more and more apparent that the ballroom isn’t the only place that got upgraded to a five star level for one night and one night only. the building looks amazing, and the gates are open all the way, as if there was a party to be thrown and guests to arrive any time soon.
but as you’re welcomed into the mansion, there’s no one else in the hall, other than a dressed up diluc, his hair in a high pony, just how you always said you liked it, wearing a suit you hadn’t seen on him since... well, you don’t even recall.
“well, if it isn’t my honorary guest” he announces with an official tone, almost making you a bit flustered.
“what’s all this? am i not, i don’t know, underdressed?” you giggle nervously, and he approaches you, a tiny little black box in his hand.
“you could wear a potato sack and shine brighter than all the stars together” he says softly, showing you the little box. “and as tradition orders, happy birthday.”
you carefully open the box, a simple, silver necklace resting on the little cushion inside. you take it out, and watch the ornament, but can’t for the life of you figure out what it is.
“you see” diluc provides an explanation “it’s a common thing to do to gift someone jewellery as a gift, and almost as common to have necklaces with your star constellation. that is, the allignment the stars were in the moment you were born. but i decided, that i wanted to give you one with the alignment that shone on the sky on the happiest day of my life. well, according to mona it did.”
you stay silent for a second, astonished with the present, before asking
“and that is?”
“the day we met.”
tartaglia
how to surprise your lover 101
when i tell you this boy knew EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS DOING from the moment he first thought of it
now. he loves celebrating, anything, really, the atmosphere of a party is almost magnetic to him
he grew up thinking every person deserves to have an amazing day once a year, only about themselves, so it’s very obvious to him that he IS doing something, and it needs to be huge
now, in a family as big as his, it was hard to keep things a secret, so he developed a whole plan on how to avoid having you finding out what he was planning
and that is: by having you know
it’s really getting annoying, how everybody keeps walking up to you, for a good week now, and asking if you’re excited for the big party childe’s throwing. the first time you hear it, you almost immediately run to confront him about it, since you explicitly said that a party, a big one, at that, is the last thing you want.
he obviously says that it’s nothing, and you needn’t worry about that. not that you trust his words, obviously, but you let it go, partly because you know how attached he is to the idea of a huge celebration, and partly because arguing with someone as stubborn can really be tiring.
so you settle, and fake a smile for every conversation with the alleged “guests” for your alleged party, thinking you’ll just suffer through it and then just do something with your childe the next day, having yourself plan it.
the wait is stressful, and when you finally see tartaglia walk through your bedroom door, dressed up really nicely, with a soft ribbon to tie on your eyes, so you wouldn’t see anything before it’s “time”, you almost want to ditch him, but that would be too rude.
complying begrudgingly, you let him guide you through the city, feeling the cold evening air hit your skin, wondering where did he set up this party of his, since you don’t hear anything.
oh god, is everyone gonna jump out of hiding yelling “happy birthday”? please, not that, at least not that.
when he finally unties the material covering your eyes, you see nothing but a wooden platform at the end of the harbor, with a blanket set up, some really nice-smelling food and what appears to be champagne laying on it. the sun is setting slowly behind the mountains in the distance, the only sound you hear being waves crushing on the rocks.
you can’t help but gasp.
“but” you turn around to face childe with a questioning look “what about the party?”
“what party?” he looks surprised “i never said anything about any party” he adds with a knowing smirk.
as you analyze your surroundings, he watches you with a soft smile.
“come on, don’t be so shocked now” he finally says “i know you better than to plan you something you’d hate. i’m not THAT much of an asshole”
his giggle sounds almost too good in the beautiful scenery around you, and you can’t help but let your eyes water for a little while, before rapidly blinking the tears back.
“is this more similar to what you’ve dreamed of?” he asks.
“yeah” you whisper “yes, it is”
“well, that’s the only thing that matters. shall we?” his hand points to the blanket, and you nod, smiling.
this may or may not be inspired by that one episode of Brooklyn 9-9
xiao
trying something new
birthdays? what’s that
you mean to tell him he has lived two thousand years of his life without realizing the day it was brought to him should be celebrated?
yup, no, you can explain it all you want, he still doesn’t get the idea. he just finds it to be way too trivial, okay?
what gets to him, though, is that there’s a custom of doing something meaningful for the person celebrating their birthday, to make them feel important
well, you should’ve led with that, that he can do!
he would never just go and straight up ask for help if he needed any. so don’t be surprised if you hear yet more new stories about the yaksha that allegedly lives near wangshu inn sneaking into the kitchen, or watching through the glass.
he spends HOURS waiting for the chef to finally prepare the dish he hopes for, and once he does, he follows every step very carefully. and then again. and again. and one more time, up until he feels he can do it himself.
when he finally gets to enter said kitchen, it’s already way past midnight, and everything is dark, barely visible. he manages to find his way around, though, preparing all the ingredients, and starting to mix them the same way the chef did.
turns out it’s not as easy as it looks, for example, he didn’t measure how long this thing is supposed to be cooked, or on what temperature, so the process gets a little messy at one point. he might even have to start over. like, twice, tops.
it’s already nearing dusk when he finishes, taking the fruit of his works with him.
as per usual, you wait for him on the roof, and as per usual you don’t realize he’s right behind you until he speaks up.
“happy birthday” he says out of the blue, causing you to jump up in shock.
“oh my, xiao, you scared me! again!” you laugh.
“it’s today, isn’t it?” he continues, as if he didn’t hear you. when he sees you nod, he awkwardly shows you the package he held behind his back, watching closely as you open it with a questioning look.
inside, there’s a carefully wrapped serving of almond tofu, it could use a little bit of touch ups, but it still looks and smells delicious nonetheless.
“did you do this yourself?” you turn around to face him, smiling in disbelief
“mhm” he gets a little flustered, and decides not to tell you about his little kitchen adventure. “is it… is it good?” he asks, and you smile even more fondly.
“why don’t you come over here and taste it with me?”
zhongli
one can never go wrong with a classic
zhongli knows every single tradition there is to know.
literally.
so you don’t have to even tell him anything - he knows. he might not know what to do with his knowledge, but he does know what would make you happy
this man is a gentleman who believes that some moves to make someone swoon never get old
he even got a free day from work just for the occasion, or he may just think he told hu tao that he wants it? either way, he’s not there. not like his boss isn’t used to it.
right as the clock strikes 5 pm, you hear a knocking on your door. checking how you look one last time, you smile to the reflection in the mirror, and walk over to answer.
as you open said door, you find yourself dumbfounded at the sight of a completely soaked zhongli, rain pouring heavily behind his back. his hair sticks to his face, and all the layers of his suit seem drenched to their very core, but a smile you see so rarely paints his face, as he presents you with a bouquet of flowers.
and my oh my, just how huge is it! he barely even manages to hold it in hand, and the flower crowns hide his entire chest and half his face when he places them in front of you.
“i believe this is for you” he says gently “are you ready to go?”
you can’t even find the right words, as you size the bouquet up, taking it from him with a quiet “thank you so much” before taking it back to the house, already in search of the right vase to put them in.
“may i come in and dry myself up a bit?” he asks, still from the doorstep, and you laugh before granting him the permission.
when the both of you are ready to go, you meet in the hallway, both smiling softly at the other, a bit awkwardly, as the beginning of every meeting is.
“you look even better than usually” he finally says, pride rising in his chest at how your grin widens.
“same goes for you, mr zhongli” you answer just as cheekily, waiting for what he’s gonna say next.
“well, thank you, but i don’t think today’s about me now, is it?” he counters with a bit of a side eye. “shall we go?” he points to the open door, and the both of you leave, you grabbing his arm to fit under one umbrella.
“may i ask where’re we going?”
you can’t miss the way his smile turns prideful and confident as he says:
“i” he accentuates “am taking you out to dinner”
he might feel a bit offended by how sarcastically you gasp at the revelation, but it’s okay. as long as he gets to see you laugh, it’s okay.
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