#But Also i wanna have my car with a scent i chose. so i bought... Leather Scent (???) air freshener

[orcelito]

Snow is canceled forever and ever bc it's so so scary to drive in. I don't want to drive in snow ever again. It was not even an inch though. But it was still SoScary. Unfortunately I am a Hoosier, so snow driving is inevitable.

[thatesqcrush]

Karaoke Night

Rafael Barba x Reader. AN: Using “No Diggity” by Blackstreet at part of @thefanficfaerie’s song fic/3500 follower/birthday challenge. Also using fluff prompt #4: “you’re staring again” as requested by @lotsahugginbear.

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“Much overdue, but cheers to Captain Benson. Well deserved,” Fin raised his beer to toast Olivia. The bar was filled with a hodgepodge from the 16th precinct to One PP to the D.A.’s office. The crowd cheered before taking sips of their respective drinks.

You smiled as you swallowed your beer. You sat at the high-top watching the crowd mix and mingle. You were a junior detective, having transferred over from white-collar crimes. Your eyes landed at the bar where one Cuban ADA who was busy talking with Olivia and the newest ADA, Sonny.

“You’re staring again,” Amanda replied, clasping a palm onto your shoulder, causing you to be briefly startled.

“Am not,” you protested before taking another long swallow of your beer. Suddenly the loaded potato skins in front of you seemed more interesting and you started to pick at one.

“You should just ask him out already,” another voice popped up. You looked over your shoulder and saw the newest detective, Kat had joined.

“What? I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” you said, bringing your hand to cover your mouth as you chewed.

Kat cocked a brow. “I may be new, but I’m not stupid. You like Barba.”

“Would you shhhh!” you hissed, your eyes darting back to the trio ahead of you.

Kat reached over and popped a potato skin in her mouth. She pinched her thumb and forefinger together and made a zipping motion over her mouth.

Amanda shrugged. “I think you should go for it, that’s all.”

At some point, enough booze had gone around to where someone thought it would be a good idea to do karaoke and a machine was brought out.

Kat and Amanda were finishing up their rendition of Salt n Pepa’s “Push It.” You had lost count of how many drinks you had. You were definitely buzzed.

“I think I am going to head out,” Rafael replied, approaching you. “Give the twosome my best,” he replied as he shrugged on his peacoat.

“No, no, no,” you protested, standing. A waitress walked by with a tray with a full round of shots. You grabbed one. Before Rafael could try to take it away, you had tipped it back. “You can’t.” Your legs were wobbly. Rafael instinctively reached out to stead you. His hands were on your waist and a jolt went through you.

Rafael could smell the alcohol on your breath mixed with the scent of your perfume. “Y/N, I think you had enough to drink.”

You shook your head and pressed a fingertip into his chest. “No. I have to do this,” you confidently stated. You never were one to be bold but alcohol always had a way of lowering inhibitions. “Sit,” you commanded.

A puzzled look flashed on Rafael’s face as you pushed past him to the karaoke machine. He watched you bend over and speak to the person working at the karaoke machine. His eyes drank in your curves that were clothed in a fitted shirt and joggers. You approached the microphone and raised your arms to tie up your hair, causing your shirt to ride up. A hip tattoo peeked out and Rafael felt his mouth go dry.

The familiar musical backing of “No Diggity” came over the bar. Rafael immediately recognized the tune. When you started to rap the intro of the song, Rafael all but fell out of the chair he was sitting in. Amanda and Kat who were talking stopped. Their jaws had dropped to the floor. You had taken the liberty to changing the gender of the lyrics and were dead-on staring at Rafael.

Shorty get down, good Lord

Baby got 'em open all over town
Strictly biz, he don't play around

Cover much grounds, got game by the pound

Getting paid is his forte

Each and every day, true player way

I can't get him out of my mind

Someone who sounded much like Fin did the “wow wow” part of the lyrics. You pointed a finger at Fin and thanked him before continuing.

Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in

Can I get down so I can win?

“Oh my God,” Rafael replied. He looked over at Olivia who was stifling a giggle. He the turned towards at Amanda who shrugged. The smirk on her face though was dead giveaway that she knew more than she let on.

He’s got class and style

Street knowledge by the pound

Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile

Catchin' feelings is a no

“Did you have a clue?” Sonny asked, approaching.

“None,” Rafael murmured. Unbeknownst to his friends, Rafael had harbored a thing for you. He thought you were completely adorable and was practically smitten with you from when he first met you in his office when you came in with Amanda in need of warrant. You were off the charts smart and had a dry writ that matched his own. However, his caseload and work schedule wasn’t exactly relationship friendly so he didn’t pursue it.

The crowd began to catch on to the chorus and it became a bit of a spectacle. Rafael covered the smirk on his face as you continued.

I like the way you work it

No diggity, I got to bag it up

You sauntered over to him, still singing.

I like the way you work it

No diggity, I got to bag it up

You winked at him, before making your way back to the stage. Rafael watched your hips sway and he felt his cock twitch slightly.

We out, we out

You finished the song to thunderous applause. You sauntered over once more to Rafael and wrapped your arms around him.

“Detective,” Rafael acknowledged, his voice low. “That was quite the performance.” Your eyes searched his. “Raf—“ you began before you stopped suddenly. You hand flew to your mouth but it was too late. Your stomach recoiled and you bent over, sick and upchucked everything you had consumed.

Rafael pinched the bridge of his nose and banged his head against the wall behind him.

“Okay, the show is most definitely over,” Sonny grimaced. “Let’s get Y/N home.” A bartender came by with a rag and key so that Rafael could use the bathroom and clean up. Rafael muttered his thanks as he made way to clean up his ruined shoes.

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Bright and early the next morning, Rafael stopped by his abuelita’s house to check in on her. Normally he would have taken a town car from the Bronx to the city but something in him decided to forego that option, choosing to take the 4 downtown to City Hall. In another lifetime, Rafael would have stood out like a sore thumb in his three-piece suit on the subway. Due to gentrification, Rafael blended right in. He slipped his AirPods into his ear and hit shuffle on his phone. Rafael chuckled to himself as sure enough, “No Diggity” came on.

Quickly he opened the his messages and texted Olivia.

A little over an hour later, Rafael found you hunched over your desk. Olivia put you on desk duty for the day and you were grateful for it. You were leaning against your arm, the hoodie of your sweatshirt was covering your face.

“Good morning detective,” Rafael greeted brightly. He placed a large coffee on your desk along with a brown paper bag. “Liv told me I’d find you here. Call it what you want, but I got you a donut - you know, being a cop and all.”

Your brain registered who the voice belonged to and suddenly you wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“Not so loud counselor,” you groaned. Even the lights of the squad room and glow from your computer were too much; you wore your sunglasses inside. You reached over to grab your bottle of aspirin and you shook out two before chewing them dryly.

Rafael cocked a brow. You and him were too alike. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Clearly winning at life,” you grumbled. You removed your glasses and Rafael inwardly cringed at your bloodshot eyes. “I’m so sorry for last night,” you apologized.

“Interesting choice of music.”

You ignored him and instead chose to focus on the report in front of you. “I ruined your shoes-I’ll pay for them to be cleaned. I embarrassed the two of us.”

“Though, in order for the song to be accurate, I have to bag it up.”

You stopped what you were doing. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“You heard me,” Rafael replied, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. He stood up and opened the brown bag, reaching in to take out one of the two donuts he bought.

You furrowed your brow and tried to rack your brain for a response. “I—“ you began, but no other words came out.

“I’ll pick you up at 7... shorty.”

You watched Rafael saunter off, the swagger in a full effect and you died a little on the inside feeling your panties dampen. ‘Did that just-what?’ you wondered. You reached for the coffee. A smile twitched onto your face.

“No doubt,” you murmured before taking a bite of the donut.

FIN.

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[delightfulstarlightparadise]

Imagine Katsuki Bakugo/Reader part 4

Part 3 here:

Once again I say that English is not my native language. But, I am doing my best.

Secondly, it has been a while since I last watched or read BNHA so there might be some stuff out of the anime context.

After Kirishima forces you into making friends with the gang you start seeing Bakugo more and more, until a day he tricks you into going to the movies with him by asking where you had bought some snacks you had brought to gaming night. Bakugo says he had found out you like him and after telling you he thinks you are intelligent, strong and pretty he kisses you. Now, you are dating.

This part will start showi g up some of how your relationship goes.

The next day

You can't believe how well the date went, how Bakugo has kissed you, how much you had fun picking snacks while also picking at each other. You also competed on who was going to pay for everything you chose. Bakugo won by scaring the hell out of the cashier:

"if you get y/n's money, I'll blow you out of existence." he said while blowing up a pack of snacks.

He bought you so many of your favorite snacks you didn't even know what to do with that many. (Take some time to picture that)

When you came back Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki were sitting at the common room. You waved at them and smiled. They waved back, confused. You weren't used to doing it.

Bakugo stopped by your dorm room.

"So... what do you do on Sundays?" he asked you while leaning against the door.

"I usually train and study."you replied.

"Nerd."

"It is not like I have much else to do. I don't have a strong quirk like you, I need to take great efforts to become a hero like my Uncle." you said, a little annoyed by his mockery.

"Aizawa isn't even on the top 5 heroes." Bakugo said, shaking his shoulders.

"Not everyone is aiming that high,Ba... Katsuki."

He smiled to hear you call him by his first name and stood straight, changing sides with you, making you step back, against the door.

"I need to beat you in everything even more now. I don't accept losing to someone who doesn't know their own potential." he said, getting his face close to yours.

"I can't say if this is a compliment." you say, turning your face to the side to avoid him.

"It's not."

As he says that, he opens the door and pushes you in. You almost fall, but he comes inside and holds you by the waist. Your faces are close together, you are pretty sure you are about to kiss again.(if you are taller than him, Bakugo has leant you on his arms)

He rests his lips on your forehead and steps back.

"Bye." he says, leaving and closing the door behind him.

You sit down in your bed, shaken.

...

There you are, in your special tracksuit training early in the morning. You had already run and worked out and now you are training your punches and kicks on the punching bag.

Sunddely, you hear an explosion and it comes back to you with a blast. You dodge with a backflip and look behind to see it exploding against the wall.

"Come on Bakugo! This is the fourth one this week!" You hear someone complaining.

He is standing in front of you with an obsessive smile. You don't even stop to think and jump, hanging yourself on a workout bar on the roof as Bakugo attacks with another explosion.

You swing and jump behind him, throwing a punch on his face. He dodges and advances to you with one hand aiming at your belly. You flip to the side as it explodes in the air and you kick him in his back making him drop on the floor while you backflip to get far from him.

Everyone else in the training room is now against the walls watching in horror as Bakugo stands up looking really mad, his hands are already making lots of little explosions.

He runs towards you, but you jump over his head and turn with a kick. He holds your leg, laughing and pulls you towards him, holding your whole face with his ingnite hand.

"FUCK!" you say as the pain of the explosion gets deep in your head.

Everyone screams in terror and then again in surprize when they see you picking a barbell and hitting Bakugo with it in the stomach. He flies away from you, to the fighting mat in the middle of the training room.

You stand up licking your flamed lip while it gets healed by your quirk.

"Ok, now it is for real." You say, letting go of the barbell and walking towards him.

Bakugo stands up and cleans his training suit, putting himself in his famous fighting position.

Everyone gathers around to see you train against each other. They cheer everytime they see you healing from Bakugo's explosions and landing a hit on him. They also cheer when they see Bakugo hiting you with a point-blank explosion.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" you hear someone scream.

Everyone shuts up and you and Bakugo stop fighting for a moment, as you see Aizawa showing up from the little crowd.

"Unc... Professor Aizawa." You say, swallowing your breath in.

"Y/n and Bakugo are taking a match for 30 minutes now!" Denki says. You handn't seen him there. "It is amazing!"

"Y/n? Against Bakugo?" Aizawa says looking from you to Bakugo many times. "Against Bakugo?" he says one more time, in desbelief.

Aizawa lets a small smile come up to his face. He seems to be a little proud of you. He then gets back to his usual grumpy face.

"Ok, just keep it down, there are people trying to sleep." he says, and leaves, yawning as always.

You barely have time to celebrate that small victory. Bakugo gets right to your ear with an explosion.

...

He gives you a bottle of water from his bag. You are sitting outside, both with some wounds and tired. You were the one to give up when you noticed he started getting to hit you way too many times and some of your healings were becoming small scars. Also, your clothes wouldn't take much more of that even though they were made to stand a battle.

"Does it hurt?" he asks you while he throws some water in his face.

You get distracted by it, seeing the water run through his neck and chest and some steam coming up. And his caramel smell was the strongest you had ever scented.

"Hey!" he calls you back to your senses, giving a little smirk to notice you were admiring him.

"Yeah, it does." You answer looking away and trying to put on a serious face. "Hurts like hell. Exploding takes a 7 in my scale."

"What takes a 10?"

"Being impaled. Happend once only." you put your head down and feel a little goosebump as you remeber something bad. "I feel less pain than others, though. It is part of the quirk."

"It is a great quirk." he says. "You may be an amazing hero someday."

"I MAY be?!" You ask frowning your eyebrowns.

"You are too soft. Maybe you won't get there." he mocks on you and you throw your empty bottle on him.

Bakugo laughs and explode the bottle you've thrown, then, stands up and offers his hand to help you. You accept, but he doesn't let go of your hand after you are standing.

"Wanna come to my room, little brat?" he asks with a smirk.

You blush and look away so fast you get dizzy. Bakugo laughs.

"To study." He says. "What are you thinking of?!"

"Shut up. No! I don't want to." You say and shake your hand to make him let go, but he holds you with your arms down and when you see, he is carring you in his shoulders again.

"AAAAH KATSUKI, LET ME GO!" You yell while hitting him.

But not so hard.

...

You, actually, study. His room smells entirely like him.

He is so smart. He could solve the exercises you couldn't and his serious face explaining to you how to solve them made him, almost, look like a calm guy. Almost.

"You are always one step ahead." you say closing your books and shighing.

"That is where I like to be." he answers while stretching on his chair. "If I want to be the number one, I have to defeat those who could beat me... and then I have to go further."

"Is that why you hate 'Deku' so much?"

"No, I couldn't stand Deku because he was a Crybaby." he looks foward and frowns. "I respect him now. That is why I have to beat him. And that Todoroki too. And you."

"Me?!" you ask, blushing to being compared to two of the best students in class.

"You have a quirk that makes you almost undefeatable. If you had standed longer today, I would run out of explosions. And you know how to use it. I thought your weakness could be the pain, but you don't seem to mind it." he looks up and scratches his chin. "You are strong, and fast, faster than me, so you are probably faster than Deku too. It is difficult to hit you, as many times as it is necessary to get over your quirk."

You scratch your head, embarassed.

"Your problem seem to be how much you care about the scars." he turns to you and looks at your arms covered in small scars. You are wearing a simple shirt.

"It... it is ugly." You say, trying to hide them by crossing your arms. "Too many of these, I'd be seen more like a villain than a hero."

"I don't think like that." Bakugo says, and takes your arms into his hands. "They are battle wounds. Seem really badass to me."

"You wouldn't say that if you've seen all of them."

"Why don't you show me?"

You hold your breath as he comes closer and holds the bottom of your shirt, his red eyes locked onto yours. He waits as you feel your heartbeat increasing fast.

He rises one of his eyebrows as a question. You slowly shake your head affirmatively in reply.

Next part here

[xserpentlife]

Home

Requested: kinda but really No 

A/N hope you guys love this as much as I do

Warnings: family fights

Word Count: 4625

You knew what was going to happen when you told him.

“We have plans tomorrow”

“Oh where baby?”

“Uhm, my mom invited us over for dinner”

“I’m sorry, did I hear that right, your mom did what?”

You married Sweet Pea, and god you loved that man. The problem was you married him in a town where last names and where you were raised matters more than the person themselves. Sweets were hardworking, he cared for you and your child. But Sweet Pea’s name didn’t hold any weight in the town of Riverdale like yours did. But you cared nothing about that, you wore his last name with pride. Sweet Pea shouldn’t have been your future though, and you shouldn’t have married him. With your name, with your status being the high ups on the Northside, you could have married anyone of your choosing. You could have married a socialite, someone who was rich and popular, someone who could have bought you a giant house on the Northside. You weren’t one to embrace the name like your sister and brothers did. You hated your maiden name, you despised it, even so much so as trying for years to degrade and taint it. You were the disappointment in your family's eyes, your fathers to be specific. But like most children do they follow in daddy’s footsteps and most of them hated you too.

The biggest disappointment to him though was not that you got in trouble, not that you didn’t do absolutely fantastic in school like your siblings, not that you didn’t want in on the family business, no the biggest disappointment happens when you were 17. When you were seventeen you caused the biggest “disappointment” in his life, it was when you met a mechanic from the Southside, Sweet Pea, and eventually then your child you made with him.

“We haven’t been invited to your house in years baby”

You remember bringing Sweet Pea home like it was yesterday, a memory you wish you could almost forget but one that was buried deep into your mind. Your family, especially your dad thought it was a joke when he walked into the house. Your dad thought it was just another stage like all the others you had, but you knew very well it wasn’t. You vividly remember your father saying “Y/N I hope to heavens this is a joke, bringing this washed up nobody into our home”. He hadn’t even given Sweet Pea a chance. You broke it to him that you did instantly, telling him that you really cared for the man that was holding your hand squeezing it to keep you comfortable knowing how much you hated standing in front of your father, but your father had none of it. That first day Sweet Pea came over was also the day that your father banned him from your household and all family functions. You didn’t mean that meant forever at the time. You didn’t know it meant they wouldn’t come to your wedding, and you sure as hell didn’t know that it meant after your marriage, even after you had Harley, that you still would not be allowed into the house.

You never understood why your family, why your father never gave the man you loved a chance. You never could understand why family names had to determine everything. Sweets always showed respect to them. Never once did he say a thing that could have possibly offended them, he was a gentleman to the fullest extent.  You never understood why he hated Sweet Pea like it was his job. Nothing Sweet Pea ever did mattered to him. Not how he dressed in the nicest clothes he had, even taking his Serpent jacket off like he never did, not when he came over when you were under the weather and made you food, not even when you called him saying your dads' car broke down and he came over fixing it instantly.

They didn’t come to your wedding, which hurt. What hurt worse though was when they didn’t come for the birth of your child. That killed you, it killed you cause you called and invited everyone to the hospital, but no one but your Mother showed up. Which you later found out was without the knowledge of your father. The only other person to have met Harley after that was your brother, who you would have contact with once in a while, who had kids of his own. You didn’t get invited to Christmas, Thanksgiving, or even birthdays so you barely understood why your mother was inviting you over to her house, and Sweet Pea had the same questions.

“I don’t get it”

“What do you mean babe”

“Why is your mother inviting us over for dinner? What’s with the sudden change in her heart”

“I don’t know Pea but I wanna go”

“I don’t get it, why are we even going? Why put yourself through that? Why put Harley through that?” You just wanted love from your family, and yeah Pea gave you enough, but something felt different when your brother called and asked you to come over. You didn’t like being an outcast from your family, all you wanted was to be accepted by them, at least accepted enough to have cared about even a little. But yeah, after all the shit your parents more so your father ended up putting your family through it made sense that Sweet Pea was surprised they invited you over at all.  

“Mom called me personally Sweets, called and asked for us, all of us specifically to come. I just, I wanna go please even if it’s for a little, and when you say we can leave, just please” He rolled his eyes looking at you like you were insane. You knew it was out of protection, safety, wanting you and your daughter to feel loved not forgotten.

“Fine, but if they say one word about you or Harley we are out of there, got it” You nodded your head slowly as he came over giving you a hug and a kiss on the head. “I love you, I gotta get to the shop, and then I gotta go on a run this afternoon, but I’ll be home by 4:30 so we can make sure we get there on time, okay?”

“Thank you Pea”

“I love you, I'll see you later” He walked over to your daughter giving her a kiss before exiting the front door of your home.

You were nervous all day waiting for the arrival for Sweet Pea to come home, all the small things going wrong making you increasingly nervous for the night ahead. It felt to you like every time you moved you had another memory of a time when your parents didn’t show up for you. You were scared, fucking terrified of the night to say the least, but you knew you had to hold it together, you knew even more so for yourself, at least for Harley because she deserved to know her family.

You were already getting ready for the third time when Pea came home looking around the bedroom before seeing you sitting on the floor, fully dressed.

“Baby, you okay?”

“Oh, uh didn’t know you were home” You got up grabbing his clothes handing it to them before grabbing his shoes. He placed everything on the bed grabbing your hands in his.

“Stop”

“Huh”

“Baby I see it, you're scared shitless”

“I’m fine”

“Baby I’ve known you long enough, I know when you're not okay, talk to me”

“I’m freaking out” He pulled you into his chest, the faint scent of oil mixing with the leather of his jacket, the vanilla soap that he stole from you most likely, and the faintest hint of smoke layered over his body, the scent you’ve grown so accustomed to relaxing into. He calmed you instantly.

“We don’t have to go”

“We do pea”

“Why?” “Harley deserves it, I want to go for whatever reason, I don’t know”

“What do you mean she deserves it?”

“To know them, Pea, she deserves to be given that chance”

“She has us, does she really need them”

“Babe it isn’t the same and you know it, you were so close with your grandma remember, I want her to have that chance too”

“She deserves that baby, but do they”

“I don’t know babe”

“Look we’re gonna go like you wanted to okay? If you wanna leave you give me a sign and we will walk out the door okay?”

“Okay” He started your signature handshake something that you did since you met him, a handshake, a spin, the link of your pinkies and a kiss to the hand and then, of course, he always ended it with a kiss to your forehead.

“We got this babe, together”

“Together”

“Daddy! Do you like my dress!!”

“I love it baby girl you look like a princess, did you pick it out”

“No silly mommy did, she pick yours out to?”

“Of course she did, you think I can dress myself?”

“No daddy definitely not remember that time you chose green and pink, not a good look”

“Okay miss sassy pants go get your shoes on and we will be down in just a minute” You threw your shoes and then began pacing once again as Sweet Pea came back into the room. His hands grabbed yours and his forehead pressed to your own.

“Baby you need to listen. We can do this, everything will go fine. We will be in and out okay? But for us to have a good time, you need to take a breath, you need to calm down just a bit okay. Hey, We got this” He places a kiss to your head before retreating down the stairs you following down directly after.

The car ride was quiet too silent to even register how close you had gotten to your parents home. You’d think that you would have been hyperfocused on that, but no you were focused on all the things that could go wrong, all the things that could happen. It knocked you out of your thoughts when the gate started opening in front of you. It felt like you couldn’t breathe felt like all the pressure of the planet was pushing down onto you.

“Hey, I got you… Are you ready to go in baby?”

“Yeah, let’s do this”

You unbuckled your seat slowly as Sweet Pea grabbed Harley from the back of the car. You were so nervous you almost fell until you were caught by Sweet Pea’s arm who dawned your daughter in the other.

“Thanks”

“I told you, I got you”

“I know Pea, I know. Let’s do this”

You walked slowly to the door, at a pace that felt like a step per minute but with Sweet Pea’s hand guiding you, you felt a surge of confidence as you put a hard knock on the door. The door opened fast your mother standing in the entryway and before you knew it, you were being pulled into a tight hug.

“I am so glad you guys are here, oh my god Sweet Pea thank you for coming. And is that my grandbaby”

“Yeah mom that is Harley”

“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N, how are you doing?”

“I’m great Sweet Pea thank you, so glad the three of you could come” Your mom instantly pulled Harley out of Sweet Pea's arm his stance going slightly more hard as he watched her with your daughter. She gave more kisses than you could count before Harley was reaching for Sweet Pea once again, but honestly, it is all you could have hoped for. “Well come in, come in your brothers and sisters and the kids are in the living room” You were surprised how well everything was going, considering the last time. But you smiled at Sweet Pea as you both stepped through the door, and walked into the living room that had all your siblings.

The conversation went quiet when you walked through the door, your sister Beth staring at you with a dead cold look in her eye. “Oh, won’t you look at that she’s alive, she’s alive” You knew that it was a joke but hearing it from Shawn gave you a cold feeling. I mean they all knew you were alive and well they just didn’t have the balls to stray from what your father said. Luckily before anything happened your brother Jake stepped up, see Jake was the one who at least talked to you, the one that supported from the sidelines. “Hey Har why don’t we go play with cousin Jacob and cousin Jessica”. You were so happy that he showed you and your child. You nodded his way as he grabbed Harley from Sweet Pea’s arms.

You turned back towards the group as Sweet Pea grabbed your hand. “Hi, Beth, Shawn how are you both?” Of course, their wife and husband did not even so much so as to nod in your direction.

Of course, Beth was instantly on you. “What makes you think you can waltz in here like you’re here everyday Y/N. And with them, how dare you”

“Who my family? Just so you know by the way Mom called and invited me”

“Well, no one wanted you here sis?” Of course, Shawn had to pick too. You could tell the anger radiating out of Sweet Pea at that point.

Jake luckily came back at that point standing up for you instantly “Look both of you need to shut up, mom called her, them here so clearly mom wanted them here. You shouldn’t be the ones having a problem with that.

“No Jake I actually can’t she disrespected dad which means she disrespected us, her and her trailer trash and their children shouldn’t even be here. You stood up to Beth at that point. “Don’t you dare Beth, you know my whole life it was always you pushing me down and I'm sick of it, but you know what keep doing it to me that's fine but don’t you ever, ever think that you can say a word about my husband and my child without me kicking your ass you got that” You were in her face when your mother called everyone to the table, Sweet Pea taking your hand and dragging you behind him.

The night was going great, well aside from your sister and her remark. But an emphasis on the was because you walked into the dining room to see none other than your father sitting at the head of the table. He was the one man you didn’t want to see but you can’t deny that deep down you were wondering where he had been, wondering why he wasn't in the living room in the first place. It was odd, you knew that instantly.

In the quietest whisper you could have a short “Dad, hi” came out. Sweet Pea next to you nodding as Harley came up grabbing his leg as he picked her up instantly.

“Y/N. Nice to see” Came out with almost gritted teeth, and a disgusting look towards you. His eyes followed next to you as he nodded to Sweet Pea, a hi sir coming out of him before Harley waved next to him. Your father didn’t even so much so as to nod back to her.

“Well let’s get this wonderful meal started” Your mother probably noticed the tension in the air as everyone sat down at the table. Your father at one head your mother at the other. Everything was going smoothly, food was being passed and eaten. The children were all behaving well. You were proud of Harley, she was doing exceptionally well for barely knowing these people at all. But of course right when something goes well something else has to go wrong, and it comes in the form of a B, no not a bitch, a Beth.

“So still work at that mechanic shop Sweet Pea? Or did someone else finally offer a better opportunity than that dump?”

“What? The shop that I now own?” Everyone who wasn’t paying attention instantly did, something that shouldn’t be so important seeming like the most important thing that had been said all night.

“What you bought that shithole?”

“Beth, language”, at least your mother still had a small amount of decency.

“Yeah I did, I run the business. The guy who owned it before was a good man, a great one at that was like a father to me almost. He uh, he passed a few months ago and left the shop to me. But yeah I own it, and I run it” It felt like years now and the way Sweet Pea said it put it into perspective. Harley was turning 3 which meant you haven’t seen your family in 3 years basically. Sweet Pea had a lot of shit on him, things he did that were wrong, especially as a teenager but now as an adult, he was proud of himself. He ran a business that could provide what he needed for his family a family. He had a business he took pride in, one he was damn proud of.

But of course, Pea showing how proud he was no match with what of course your father had to say. “The business? Ha, that is not a business, does this so-called business even provide for you? For your family?” You couldn’t let Sweet Pea get shit on, not when he did everything for you. Not when you trusted in him and the business he had created.

“What are you even talking about dad? If you must know which by the way is none of your business by any means, yes the shop brings home enough money for us, for our family. That business pays our bills and then some, so yes dad it is a business, and it is a successful one just like yours, now can we quit and have a nice dinner like mom wanted? Please?”

“No we may not, don’t you ever dare compare my business to that hole in the ground your husband owns”

“Dad don’t you dare, I am proud of my husband, and his business may not be the same as yours but it provides just the same. Dad, stop. Pea provides enough for us, he provided me the life I wanted, the life I want my daughter to live” Sweet Pea was fuming for so many reasons.

“The difference Y/N is that I built my business, I worked hard for it. My business was not built by some side of the road Southside Trash, understand. So don’t you ever dare compare my business to his”

Your mother and Jake had had enough, your mothers head shaking and Jakes fist balled. “Honey stop, your daughter and her husband have done nothing wrong but come here and try to have a nice and respectful dinner. I think you just need to calm down a bit”

“Calm down, you want me to calm down!! I am perfectly calm to have you know but what is wrong is that I am pissed. What in your right mind made you think to invite her here? what made you think that was a good idea, you have to be stupid for that. I want her out now! I want her husband out now and I certainly want their daughter out of my home. Now Analisse I mean it get them out”

“Dad stop, you need to learn she is a part of this family. She has done nothing wrong but come here and try to have a good dinner with you” You nodded to Jake, thanking him in a  way for the things he said, the way he defended you not afraid of what your father could do.

“Oh so now you're disrespecting me. First of all, Y/N has done everything wrong. I gave her endless opportunities, I gave her everything, Everything!!! For what? For her to go and marry that southside scum. For her to have a trash baby too”

Your body shocked stood still, he wasn’t just targeting you, or your husband like you were used to, he was now targeting your daughter too.Tears rolled down your cheeks, but you quickly wiped them away with your sweater. You walked over picking your daughter up from the seat next to your husband. “Bye mom, bye Jake” About to reach the doorway Harley grabbed onto your dress pulling it. “What’s up, baby?”

“Why don’t they want us here mommy? Why don’t they love us?” That broke you, you were close enough to the table for everyone to hear seeing as it was dead silent now. Pea stood shocked as you quickly exited your parents home.

“Baby I don’t know but we're gonna go home and have a good time with our little family remember me and daddy love you so so much okay” Pea stood shocked as you quickly exited your parents home.

See Pea was a serpent, a badass someone who never held his tongue, but with your family he always did, never wanting to cause an issue. But when someone disrespected his family, his child or his wife, he changed completely no matter who you were you never ever talked about his wife and his child.

“Sir you need to stop, do you not understand how messed up this is?”

“Excuse me!”

“You, your fucking messed up. Calling your wife stupid, Calling your daughter trash, barely recognizing the presence of your grandchild, it’s bullshit if you ask me. You know it’s bullshit, hating your daughter for falling in love, hating your grandchild because she came from that love. I don’t get it. You know Y/N follows all of you just so she can stay up to date on your lives, she loves you all to no fault. But you can’t so much as look in her direction without a sliver of hate and that I just don’t understand. See I could bet my life's worth that you never even think about her and that sir is messed up because your daughter loves you so much even after all the crap you put her through. You know, I know she loves you because of the number of times I have walked in on her telling Harley stories upon stories of her grandparents, her aunts, uncles, and siblings. I couldn’t even count it, on one hand, the times I've seen her showing pictures to her as well, how do you think Harley knew all of you at least a little bit”

“Swe…”

“Don’t, I'm not finished, sir. None of you have even tried to be in our lives, or you know I don’t care if you're not in ours, but you haven’t even tried to be in Harleys, and that sucks. Because for a three-year-old to ask her mommy why no one in this house loves her, it’s sick. You know when I first met you, sir, the first time I came here, you told me to get out, told me I didn’t deserve your daughter, and you know what you are right. The number of times I tried to leave because I didn’t think I was good enough would probably astound you, but you know what she slowly realized the term “deserves” isn’t based on money, it’s based on the love you give, and god I love your daughter and I love our child. But you know what I don’t deserve her because she is fucking beautiful and incredible in every way I can imagine, but that doesn’t even matter. Because I work my ass off to give her and our child the life they deserve to live. And no, we may not have all the money or property in the world like you do, but we are happy. We are so happy because in our home is a family that loves each other. So now if you’ll excuse me I need to get outside so I can take my wife and daughter, my family out for ice cream to try to at least mend a small sliver of the hearts that you broke sitting at this table tonight”

Sweet Pea came out to you twenty minutes later to you crying in the car but trying to keep it together for Harley who was slowly drifting to sleep. You got scared when he opened the door and sat down with his head in his hands, afraid that maybe he had gotten hurt somehow in the house you won’t even call home anymore.

“Babe…  did they hurt you? Please god, tell me they... ”

“God no baby, but they hurt you and that hurts me enough. You don’t deserve to cry, Harley doesn’t deserve that you deserve a family, a family that loves you”

“I have it”

“But”

“No buts anymore, they had their chance, they had more than their fair share of chances Pea. I love them even though I shouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean I am going to wait around till they accept our life and our family. I have a family with you and Harley I don’t need them for love. I have you”

Harley coughed in the back of the car your attention going directly to. “Daddy, are you crying?”

“No baby, you know why?”

“Why daddy?”

“Becuase we are about to go and get… icecream!! And what’s the rule”

“You can’t cry when your eating ice cream”

“You got it, baby, so what do ya say we go and buy 3 ice cream cones, one for you, mommy and me?”

“Yes daddy, yes I want two flavors?” He smiled over to you but you looked down to your hands instantly. A secret you were hoping to share at dinner, but of course, that didn’t work out. 

“Baby, are you okay?”

“No cause… I hate to break it to you Pea, but we need four ice cream cones cause it isn’t just the three of us anymore”

“Huh? We getting a dog or something?”

“Oh we are most definitely getting a dog but no…”

“Mommy has a Pea growing in her belly daddy!!!” he turned to your daughter quickly, so quick you felt like you could feel the wind as his head whipped around.

“What do you mean baby!!”

“Oops sorry mommy”

“It’s okay baby you can tell him give him the box too” He reached back grabbing the box from her. As he listened to her talk he began to open it

“Mommy told me to keep it a secret but a little baby pea is growing inside her tummy and soon she’s going to have it and it’s going to turn into a baby version of me daddy. I don’t know though... is she going to poop it out like a chicken poops its eggs?” He turned to you then.

“Your so cheesy but I love it, a new pea to the pod?” Tears streaming down his eyes.

“Yeah babe, a baby Pea”

“Oh my god”

“So like I said I think we have enough love in our little family, I realize now I don’t need them to be loved all I need is this right here. I love you so much Pea, now can we go home please”

“Yeah we can go, home baby, I love you too”

“First Ice cream mommy!!”

“Yes, yes we can’t forget the ice cream, step on it Pea”

“Yeah daddy step on it”

“I love you girls and you unknown baby pea, now let’s get that ice creaaaaammmmm!!!”

[bensboynton]

Always b.h

@styles-charli asked: hi! a request where ben and the reader head down to australia to visit her family in melbourne for a week because it’s the readers cousins wedding and he meets all her fam and just cute!! thanks lovely xoxoxo

here’s the fic i posted a sneak peak too a few days ago!

this prompt made my heart melt not even kidding. i’m definitely writing a part 2(and potentially part 3) because this prompt is just too cute.

feedback is appreciated:) also my inbox is open for more requests! although i’m quite swamped at the moment, i’ll get to yours eventually. 

word count: 3.3k

warnings: never been to australia so idk if this is accurate, unedited, fluffy

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, looking at the time on your phone screen anxiously. Ben said he was going to be home ten minutes ago, and of course, the day you need to talk to him about something important, he's late.

You could smell the scent of spring in Los Angeles drifting through the open windows in the living room of your shared apartment with Ben. You were sat on the brown leather couch, your left leg bouncing in anticipation for his arrival.

You had been living with Ben as a couple for two years, and four years if you count the unfortunate 730 days you both spent absolutely despising each other as roommates. Until one day Ben just kissed you and… well. The rest is history.

You had a last minute obligation that you needed to attend, much to your dismay, and you wanted to see if your lovely boyfriend would be interested in attending with you.

A few moments later, you hear keys jingle in the lock on the other side of the door, followed by a soft thud and a string of curses. After a short delay, the door swings open revealing the Greek God that is your boyfriend.

His hair is messy, lips pressed firmly around his car keys as he walks into the house with five grocery bags in hand. He takes a step forward, carefully lifting his left leg and closing the door behind him, dropping the groceries on the ground. Sighing a breath of relief, he looks up at you, quickly meeting your eye.

You were mesmerized for a moment. He was in black sweatpants and a maroon crewneck, one of the ones you bought for him that he loved so much. He looked slightly breathless from walking up the stairs to your shared apartment.

"Thank you for your help, Darling," he jokes sarcastically, setting the car keys that were previously held in his mouth on the marble countertop, "I really appreciate it."

You laughed, playfully sauntering up to his towering figure. You returned his big grin with a big, toothy smile as you softly looped your arms around his neck.

"Sorry baby, I was distracted," you mumbled, pressing your lips to his quickly before resting your head on his chest. You both stayed like that for a moment in a comfortable silence, the sound of birds chirping right outside your apartment window.

You moved your head from his chest, looking up to gaze into his eyes. They were so clear and bright you swore you keep see your own reflection in them.

“Missed you.” you sighed, eliciting a small giggle from Ben.

“Missed you more.”

“Not possible.”

“Wanna bet, love?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, you’re on.”

You and Ben moved your conversation to the kitchen, bringing the bags of groceries with you.

“What’s on the line for this bet?” Ben asked, cocking his head to the left expectantly. He gently placed the plastic bags down on the counter as you looked up at him. An idea suddenly popped in your head.

“If I win, you have to go on a trip with me to a place really far away,” you said, causing Ben to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s this trip you’re talking about?”

"Okay, so, being serious for a second, you can totally 110% say no if you don't want to, you're not obligated to do this. I won't force you to go with me."

"I can't exactly say no if I don't even know where you're asking me to go?" he spoke, the confusion leaking from his lips. He pulled a green apple out of the plastic bag of ones he had just bought at the store. He kept looking at you expectantly as he took a big bite out of the bulbous fruit

You glared at him playfully as you threw a box of pasta at him. He caught it with ease, casually placing it in the wooden cabinet to his right. So annoying that he could play things off like that so smoothly.

"My cousin is getting married back home in Melbourne, and I have to go. And like I said, the invitation is open but don't feel obligated to go, but if you would possibly, even be slightly interested in going with me and being my plus one?" you said, nervously shaking your right leg, "It would also finally get my mom off my back about meeting you."

You hated weddings. Since your first one when you were 6 and you had to be a flower girl, you hated them. They took forever, and everyone was extra obnoxious and emotional. It wasn’t for you.

So getting the phone call from your mother telling you that, yes, you did have to come home for Delilah’s wedding was not the most pleasant start to your day.

"Is she getting married in the city?" Ben asked, reaching for his phone that was sitting near the sink.

"Well, kind of. It's on this big ranch on the outskirts of the city that's absolutely ridiculous and completely unnecessary if you ask me, but technically-"

"I'd love to go with you, Y/N," Ben interrupted, a boyish grin slowly creeping onto his face.

"Wait, really?" you asked, your mouth agape slightly as you started to smile.

"No, I'm just fucking with you." He said in all seriousness, looking you dead in the eye. His face broke into a grin a few moments later.

"Yes, really. I want to meet your family. I think it's only fair after I dragged you back to London with me to meet my parents." he murmured, making his way over to you, grabbing your hands.

"Is it Delilah that's getting married?" Ben asked, interrupting the momentary silence that had fallen between you.

Your face lit up when he said her name, "Yeah, it is actually. That bloke David finally grew a pair and proposed." Ben laughed, remembering the many rants of yours he listened to after phone calls with a distraught Delilah over "Dumbass David" as you called him.

You sighed lightly in content. You felt your heart start pounding in your chest when you thought about traveling to Australia with Ben. You were so nervous for Ben to meet your Mom and Dad, not to mention your extremely obnoxious extended family. To be honest, you could've upchucked the avocado toast you had for lunch right there.

But on the other hand, you were practically chomping at the bit to take Ben around your town and show him the diner you ate at after school every day, and the movie theater you went to most Saturdays with your friends.

You had been putting off having Ben meet your family for months now, and for good reason. Your family was... judgemental, to say the least. You were scared of them rejecting Ben, and you didn't want to have to put him (or yourself) through that mental and emotional abuse.

So, every time they asked about Ben over the phone, you'd change the subject, or every time Ben would ask about your family you'd suddenly have a very urgent need to use the restroom.

Every once in a while though, you'd tell Ben about your Aunt Frida who was constantly churning up old family drama, or your Uncle Jerry who would always spell your name wrong on your birthday cards.

"When do we have to leave for the wedding?" Ben inquired, again focusing on the many groceries yet to be put away.

"Yeah... about that," you pulled away from him again, grimacing slightly in embarrassment, "tomorrow."

Ben about choked on his saliva as he looked at you in disbelief, "Tomorrow?!" he exclaimed, his hands running through his blonde locks, anxiety flashing over his green orbs.

"Tomorrow."

"Well, Christ, I better get packing then."

Ben scurried off to your shared room, and not long after, you heard a string of profanities and a loud clatter. You smiled warmly and chuckled, calling out to your boyfriend softly, "Thanks for getting my suitcase down, baby!"

Thank God you had Ben.

--

"Remind me again why I thought this was a good idea."

"Neither of us ever said this would be a good idea, love."

You stumbled around your room in the pitch black, trying to find your socks and tennis shoes. It was 3 am in Los Angeles, and it was still dark outside. You finally found what you needed and looked up at Ben, who looked like he was falling asleep standing up. His eyes were closed, and you swore you could see the bags under his eyes from where you were standing.

You lightly tapped his shoulder as you walked by to remind him you had to leave soon as you strolled into your kitchen. Ben was close behind you, trying to grab your shoulders and pull you into a hug. He was very cuddly when he was tired.

You flicked the light on in the kitchen out of habit, immediately regretting your decision as your eyes felt like they were going to pop out of your head. Ben stumbled towards you and turned them off, plunging you both into darkness again.

You both chuckled at the immaturity of your actions, stumbling around to gather anything else you needed that you "forgot" to pack last night.

If you were being honest with yourself, you and Ben both fell asleep in the middle of a Grey's Anatomy episode after procrastinating packing for three hours. You both could’ve gotten everything done with plenty of time to spare, but you chose not to. So, this stressful sweep over the house was needed and most definitely your fault.

Once you were sure you had everything, you wheeled your suitcases out into the hallway of your apartment, the lights dimly lit as you turned around, locking the door. You turned around and reached for your suitcase, smiling at Ben dreamily as you wheeled your extremely heavy suitcase into the elevator.

"You're gonna cuddle with me when we sleep on the plane, right?" you mumbled, your voice whiny and needy. Ben smirked lazily, meeting your eyes.

"If you insist, Miss Y/L/N."

You playfully swatted his shoulder as the elevator doors opened, and you strolled out into the expansive parking lot. You admired the bright moon in the sky as Ben loaded your bags into the back of his car, walking around to the driver's side and glancing at you through the tinted windows.

It was just cold enough to be able to see a faint wisp of your breath in the air, and this caused you to pull your jacket tightly around your figure as you continued to admire Ben.

"You getting in or am I heading to Australia alone?" he drawled, eliciting a playful glare from you. You got in the passenger's seat, immediately putting on the most upbeat Queen song you could find in your music library to stop either of you from drifting off to sleep.

You reveled in every peaceful moment of silence in-between songs with Ben, as you knew the next week and a half was going to be absolutely insane for the two of you. No time to relax, up late every night, awake early every morning, bachelorette parties, gown fittings, the works.

You didn't know how much time you and Ben would have alone, or if you'd even be able to stay for the week and a half. You'd been mulling over the possibility of a fight between you and your family, or your family and Ben. You got goosebumps just thinking about having to deal with that mess.

Granted, it's probably not the best idea to think about becoming estranged from your family due to your boyfriend, but you thought about it anyway.

You hummed along to “Love of My Life” that was now playing softly through the luxurious speakers in Ben's car. The sun had yet to show itself over the thinly drawn line of the horizon, and it allowed you to admire the darkness you so rarely got to see.

You were able to quietly enjoy Ben’s presence (and Freddie Mercury’s) before arriving at the busy airport. Sitting in a car that smelt oddly like Ben (you couldn’t explain it, it just did) and hearing Freddie’s voice float through the air airily-like bubbles- was almost ethereal. It's like Freddie was making your heart grow two sizes for the man who dropped all his plans for the next week to take an impromptu flight to Australia with you.

You don't know how you got so lucky, to be honest. After what seemed like a lifetime, Ben had parked in the airport. He grasped your hand and gave you a reassuring wink as you got out of the car.

“Ready for this wedding?” he asked, nudging your shoulder gently.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

--

"Unbelievable. What kind of airline service doesn't have Bohemian Rhapsody as a movie choice? I'm outraged!" you spoke with a little too much energy after getting off a 15-hour flight.

Ben chuckled beside you, wheeling his own luggage behind him, clearly exhausted, "I think you should send in a complaint," he agreed sarcastically.

"I think I should too!"

Both of you finally made your way to baggage claim, and you sat down on top of your luggage, absentmindedly reading the airline pamphlet they gave you on the plane.

The screeching siren sounded, causing both you and Ben to jump as luggage started making its way to the evermoving carousel.

In no time, you and Ben got your suitcases and you made your way over to the outside of the airport, walking over to a wrought iron bench while Ben called an Uber. You felt a sticky layer of sweat beginning to form all over your body, and it was oddly comforting.

You had lived in Australia for your whole life, and then moved to Los Angeles about four years ago. But the heat in LA wasn't the same.

Here it was humid, to the point where walking outside made you feel like you just got out of the shower. It was so unbearable, sometimes you'd have to actually go to a pool to get any relief from the unrelenting warmth. Your Aunt Frida called the heat in Australia "wet." California consisted of a drier heat, one that could make you sweat but was rougher and felt almost as if the sun was a heating lamp. It felt unnatural.

So climbing into the air-conditioned Uber was a relief, to say the least. You let out a long sigh at the relief of finally being able to cool down. You had recently lost your built up tolerance to the Australian heat, and it was beginning to show.

You sat with Ben in the backseat of the car, holding his hand in your lap regardless of how sweaty it was. You were far too nervous. The idea of introducing your mother to your first serious boyfriend in six years was utterly terrifying. Not to mention, this would be the first time you would be seeing her in almost a year.

In what felt like no time at all, you had arrived at your parent's house. You took a few shaky breaths as you clambered out of the car, clumsily grabbing your clunky case of clothes.

You glued yourself to Ben's side as you walked up the sidewalk, and you were standing in front of the door.

"Whatever happens next, please don't break up with me." You muttered as you knocked on the door three times.

You heard a few heavy steps as the door flew open, revealing your mom standing there with open arms.

"Y/N!" She exclaimed, launching herself forward and into your hesitant arms. You heard Ben chuckle at her enthusiasm from beside you as you wrapped your arms around your eager mother's torso.

She held onto you just long enough to make it feel slightly uncomfortable, pulling away and putting her hands on either side of your face, breathing heavily. "You get more and more beautiful every time I get to see you." She pulled you into another hug before looking up and noticing Ben.

"Oh! My god, hello, you must be Ben. Y/N has told me so much about you!" she said, glancing quickly at your slightly nervous boyfriend.

"It's so great to finally meet you-" Ben began, holding out his hand for a handshake when your mother threw herself into his arms. It was your turn to laugh now. Your mother pulled away again looking at the two of you with wistful eyes.

"How rude of me! Come in, come in, let's get you all situated!" she exclaimed, bustling into the house quickly. You and Ben gave each other reassuring smiles as you followed her inside, bringing all your bags with you.

You trudged up the stairs, heaving as you carried your bag behind you. Ben saw you struggling and lifted up the other side of your bag, shifting half the weight to his other arm. You winked at him gratefully, and he returned it before you made your way to the top of the stairs.

“Ben, I have you in the guest room, and Y/N you can of course stay in your old room.”

You felt your heart drop. It was kind of bold for you to assume your mother would let you sleep in the same bed as your boyfriend in her house, even if you were almost a decade over legal age.

You opened your mouth to say something before she answered the question you had yet to ask.

“It wasn’t my idea. You know how anal your father is about this kind of stuff, my love.”

Your mother’s voice was light and airy, and bubbled so much it could be mistaken for carbonated soda. She wore all her emotions on her sleeve and displayed them through her voice, and that’s how you could tell if her statements her sincere.

Sadly, this one couldn’t have been more genuine.

You huffed in annoyance, tossing your still very full suitcase into your old room, pictures of your friends and favorite bands still hanging up on the walls. You quickly shut the door behind you and walked over to the guest bedroom, where Ben was already beginning to unpack.

“You sure you don’t wanna nap before getting involved in unpacking all that?” you laughed as Ben tried to refold a shirt after messing it up. His face softened at the sound of your voice.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a nap,” he said, walking over to you before wrapping you in a bear hug, “only if you take one with me.”

“How could I say no to an offer like that?” you inquired sarcastically, tapping Ben on the tip of his nose with the pad of your index finger. He scrunched his face up, making your heart melt for a moment.

You glanced at your watch, sighing with relief, “We have at least 30 minutes to nap before my mom calls us down for dinner.”

“Plenty of time.”

Ben quickly moved his suitcase for doing a dramatic jump and landing on the guess bed, opening his arms wide as an invitation for you to lay in his comforting embrace.

And you did.

You were both out like a light, trying to catch up on sleep and fix your inner-clocks and get them used to the time change.

But for the moment, your clocks were very broken.

So you laid in the guest bedroom of your mother’s house in the arms of your equally as sleepy boyfriend, desperately chasing the sweet release of alertness.

Right before you closed your eyes, you looked up at Ben lazily, “Thank you for coming with me,” you paused to lawn quietly, “it's quite nice having someone to rely on for things like this.”

“Y/N, you can always rely on me. I promise.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Maybe this wedding wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[idk-dolans]

V for VANDALISM (E.D.)

WARNINGS: swearing, bad words, explicit content i think???

I really hope you’ll like it just as much as I do and please let me know your opinion on this one! It’s my first E fic this long and I’m nervous😂

Vandalism (/ˈvand(ə)lɪz(ə)m/) - an action involving deliberate destruction of or damage to public or private property.

“Hello?” Her soft voice answered, shifting her position in the bed so that she can talk properly at the phone. He bit his lip, feeling a hint of remorse for waking her up at this hour.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

She looked around them every now and then almost too afraid to get caught. She’ll be in big trouble if anyone sees her with him, or even worse, if her father sees them together. She knew it’s wrong to be out at this hour of the night in the presence of the most wanted vandaliser in town. Everyone wanted to find who is the one that destroys the walls and masterpieces around New Jersey, everyone wanted to put their hand on him and punish him just as the law demands it to be punished. But he was way too smart for them. He never gets caught.

Ethan saw her retention and looked at her beautiful face while putting his hood on his head. He held in front of her his red bandana, waiting for her to take it and put it on her face just as he taught her a few months ago when he brought the courage to finally ask her on these adventures of his, afraid she might not like it or find them boring. She looked in his hazel eyes which appear darker due to the surroundings and she took the bandana from him, brushing delicately her fingers on top of his hand. While never breaking eye contact, she put it on, letting it fall around her neck and she pulled her hood over her head just as Ethan did. He looked at her adorringly before coming closer and pressing his lips on her forehead for a few seconds, taking a step back afterwards.

“I’m scared.” (Y/N) whispered, embracing herself with her cold hands in an attempt of heating her body a little in the cold night.

“Do you trust me?” Ethan asked, coming closer again. He looked down at her, seeing the cute little gesture she does with her feet but he abtains his chuckle.

“Of course I do!” She scoffed. “It’s just… I told you, if my father ever catches us it’s end game for both of us!” Her voice became louder with each word and Ethan just stood there, watching and listening to her. He was a little scared too to be honest, he didn’t want her to get in trouble because of him mainly because her Father was a cop… and not any cop. Her Father was the head of the main police station in New Jersey and when you have a parent inside the law, you can’t allow yourself to bring such shame to him and your family. Sure, when something happen he can always run and escape, but leaving her behind it’s not good for any of them for so many reasons. During the day everything is good, but once the night settles… everything changes and he takes these risks only because he loves her and wants her to experience something new, to feel the adrenaline he feels every night and to accept his world just like it is, to accept him.

“I don’t want that, Ethan.” She continued when she saw his response delays to appear. She comes closer and put his hood down, locking her hands through his dark hair, a thing Ethan loved. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead on hers, letting out a sigh.

“It won’t happen, (Y/N).”

**

“Okay, I think it’s safe for us to stop.” Ethan shouted after (Y/N) who was running ahead of him and she didn’t seem to stop any time soon. They were both laughing like crazy as the sky lightens in streaks of pink and orange and clouds are lit from the bottom in a fiery glow. Sunrise intensifies with each minute, growing brighter and sharper, and visibility improves as night is cast off. Their laughs stop just as fast as they began, only big smiles remaining on their faces while Ethan comes closer to his girl. She looks up at him and he push delicately a strand of messy hair behind her ear, inching closer to her face. Her eyes seem heavy and her cheeks were a light color of red due to her hysterical laughing and the cold that pierced her face as she ran. He was impressed with her running skills, she literally surpassed him. But maybe that happens when you tell someone to run for their life, he actually feels a little bad. Ethan decided to take (Y/N) on that side of the city where it can’t happen anything bad if someone saw you because there are not security cameras and other things that might compromise their adventure but while he was “tagging” a wall with his signature, a man saw them and started shouting after them. (Y/N) almost screamed and she could feel her air caught up in her throat while Ethan casually catched her arm and started running in the opposite direction. They finally made it downtown and stopped running.

“I must admit it, beautiful, I’m hurt and impressed.” He let out a laugh, moving his hand to the back of her head and her smile grew bigger. “Maybe you’re not just a book-worm after all.” He rolled his eyes jokingly and this time she let out a laugh. Even though they wanted to stay like this forever, the tale must come to an end.

“I think it’s time for me to go…” (Y/N) began slowly. “I don’t want my father to wake up and find out I’m not home.”

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed, looking into her caramel eyes that always seem to melt into his own hazel eyes whenever he watched her. He cupped her face with his other hand and pressed his lips to her cold ones in a short and sweet kiss. “Take care, beautiful.” He then kissed her forehead and she nodded before kissing him one more time. She smiled and turned around, heading home and leaving Ethan watching her tiny sillouette until she dissapeared around the corner.

(Y/N) tried to walk faster while adjusting her hood on her head and then putting her hands in her hoodie’s pockets. Ethan’s bandana hung loosely around her neck and the smell of his cologne invaded once again her nostrills. She took in his scent she adored so much and tried to calm down a little. It basically just started to light outside, her father won’t be up until at least 6:30 o'clock. Shrugging that off, she anyway started to walk faster just because she was cold and tired and she wanted to throw herself on her bed and drift off to sleep, but the morning air caught up in her throat when she saw her father’s car in the distance, driving down the dimly lit and desserted alley. She stopped dead in her tracks, her heart beating like crazy and she ran toward the corner of the street, praying that he didnt see her. She took her phone out, checking the time, confusion washing over her face. It wasn’t even 6 in the morning, what was going on? She decided it was best for her to arrive home as fast as she could so she started running down the alley that led behind her house. Looking around, she didn’t saw anyone or anything out of ordinary, it was really quiet, only the birds started chirpping. She went inside the house, closing the door slowly behind her so that she won’t make any noise and tip-toed through the house and up the stairs until she entered her room. She let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding and threw herself on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly after she closed her eyes.

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Ethan woke up around noon, a little alerted. (Y/N) didn’t call him nor texted him and he started worrying a little, it was unusual for her to do this but as he was complaining about it, his phone buzzed beside his pillow. He turned over, taking the phone in his hand, a smile appearing on his face when he saw the name of his girl on his phone’s screen. He opened her message, his smile growing bigger with each word read.

“Hi handsome! :) sorry to bother you if you’re sleeping but I just got you something and I’m excited for you to see it. I’ve also bought a few pancakes from that place you love so much and I’m waiting for you at our bench.

Hurry! They’ll get cold! 💋”

**

“Am I late?” Ethan shouted from the distance, bringing (Y/N)’s attention back. She smiled, looking at him riding his BMX closer to her until he hopped off of it, letting it down. She closed the book she was currently reading and placed it in her open backpack, turning back again to Ethan.

“I think you made it, the pancakes aren’t that cold.” She put her hand under her chin as if she was thinking then let out a giggle. Ethan’s heart grew bigger at the girl in front of him if that’s even possible and he had this stupid smile on his face. He couldn’t resist anymore and stepped closer, cupping her face with his hands. Pressing a soft and loving kiss on her lips he knew in that moment he was the luckiest guy in the world. She smiled shyly at him before breaking eye contact. “I have something for you!” (Y/N) said excited, searching inside her backpack while Ethan took one of the pancakes. He let out a moan and rolled his eyes.

“These are so fucking good!” He grumbled, his voice a little muffled because of the amount of food he had in his mouth. (Y/N) frowned and turned to him.

“Language, young man!” She said through gritted teeth and for Ethan she was the most adorable thing in the entire world. He chuckled but decided to play along.

“Sorry!” He let out, swallowing. “They are just too delicious.” He shoves the rest of the pancake in his mouth before taking a seat beside (Y/N). She took his hand in hers and placed the book in the palm of his hand. He looked curiously, taking it from her.

“Verity, huh?” He asked, turning the book over. “I’ve never heard of Colleen Hoover.” He admitted and (Y/N) let out a laugh. Of course he never heard of her, he only read the few books (Y/N) gave him. It was kind of like a tradition - she would give him a book, he’ll read it and then he would “transform” his art to fit the content of the book. It was really romantic for him and in that way, (Y/N) knew as well he read the books. “Tell me a little about it, why Verity?”

“I chose this book for you because I’m sure you’ll love it.” She began to spoke and Ethan stopped all of his movements, keeping the book in his hands and listening to her voice. “What I’ve come to appreciate most about Colleen Hoover’s work—whether it’s an emotionally charged love story or in this case, her first go at suspense—is her penchant for pushing boundaries. For telling the unexpected story.”

“And how do you know I’ll love it?” He asked, not turning to look at her. (Y/N) smiled.

“This storyline is dark, and the lives of the characters that inhabit the pages are far from perfect, so don’t kid yourself into thinking this is something it’s not. Verity is horrifying, maddening, and what-the-hell-inducing, but it’s also sustenance for that looking to satisfy a craving for something different.” She explained, leaving him dumbfounded as always. He didn’t say anything so she continued. “I’m sure you’ll like it because you too are different and that kind of person that people always judge by its cover and catalogs as something that it’s not when in reality, you hold a lot of a different story.” He listened to her talk, her voice soothing him and they stood in silence for a few moments before he turned to her.

“Thank you, (Y/N)! It means a lot to me and I really appreciate it!” She smiled widely at him and kissed his cheek lovingly.

“Hope you’ll manage to read a few chapters until tonight, I want to go on another adventure.” She winked at him and Ethan’s smile grew bigger.

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“Dad? Are you home?” (Y/N) shouted from the front door, getting rid of her barely there-black sandals. She let her backpack down and looked around, going straight to the living room.

“Yes, cupcake, I’m in the kitchen!” He shouted from where he was and (Y/N) cringed a little at the nickname. She didn’t mind though, that meant he’s in a good mood. She entered the kitchen, seeing her father there in his cop uniform. He was eating a bowl of cereals with fruit yogurt and looked ahead of him at the tv on the counter.

“Hey, I woke up when you left this morning, it was quite early.” She spoke softly and her father hummed in response.

“They called me for another graffiti.” He answered, not looking at her. “It was at the end of the city, but they ran before we could arrive.” (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably next to the table, it was the same spot she and Ethan were a few hours ago. Thank God they left immediately.

(Y/N) took an apple from the table and sat down on a chair beside her father. She turned her head to the tv as well and saw the images on the news, feeling her stomach tighten. They were talking again about the vandalisers, about Ethan.

“Why don’t they let them be? I don’t see anything wrong with the graffers.” She scoffed, taking another bite from her apple. Mr. Dawson threw her a look before turning again to the tv.

“You don’t understand and I’m not expecting you to do so.” He began to speak, not looking at her. “These vandals damage the surroundings and I’m not gonna allow that. Not in my city!” He continued, turning to her this time. It wasn’t fair.

“I think what they do can be called art. Have you seen the ones done by V? They are amazing and contain every kind of color and themes.” She tried to change her father’s mind, but he only glared at her. “He did that wonderful and dark landscape on the front wall of the Penitentiary, how amazing was that?”

“Oooh, you’re talking about that one that also graffed the Police Station wall with A.C.A.B. and signed under it with V for VANDALISM.” Mr. Dawson tried to sound excited but (Y/N) felt the irony and anger in his voice and let out a long sigh, turning her head to the tv again. All she hopes for is that Ethan or any of his friends won’t get caught.

“Admit it, they draw on the most secure buildings, full of cameras and guardians on every step and they somehow still managed to never get caught. They are really smart.” She shrugged, taking a few more bites from her apple and watched as her father took his bowl and put it in the sink.

“No, dear, I think they are just a bunch of hooligans who only try to cause trouble around the city.” He chuckled but his daughter saw it wasn’t a real one, he wasn’t amused, he was frustrated that this bunch of hooligans were a lot smarter than all the cops in the city. Now (Y/N) was amused.

“Whatever.” She threw the apple spine in the trash and turned around. “Dad?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Is it okay if I go out tonight with Ethan and our other friends?” She asked in that sweet voice of hers and her father couldn’t tell her no. Also he knew Ethan and liked him very much so he knew his daughter is in good hands. Oh, if only he knew…

“Yeah, I don’t have any problem with that. I’m on my night shift anyway, just be careful!”

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“Some families are lucky enough to never experience a single tragedy. But then there are those families that see to have tragedies waiting on the back burner. What can go wrong, goes wrong. And then gets worse."  (Y/N) almost hummed the quotes as they walked toward the meeting point. Ethan started smiling and passed his right hand through his hair just as he intertwines fingers with the delicate girl to his left.

"The Crawford’s have experienced devastating tragedy in the loss of their twin daughters. Lowen can’t help but feel sympathy for the grieving Jeremy and his remaining son. Then she uncovers Verity’s unfinished autobiography. Page upon page of bone-chilling, psychotic admissions. As Lowen uncovers Verity’s deepest, darkest secrets, things between her and Jeremy begin to intensify.” Ethan explained, proud of himself after he finished and he looked down at (Y/N), seeing how she was already eyeing him with adoring eyes so he winked at her. She looked somewhere else, feeling her cheeks heating up and Ethan let out an angelic laugh, stoping and coming in front of her. She put her hands on his chest while he carefully cupped her face, almost too afraid she was gonna break in his hands. They were so different, yet so similiar. Even though he comes from a whole different world than her, he just couldn’t let her go for anything in life. He was attracted to her in a way he can’t explain but he wasn’t complaining. (Y/N) was everything for him and she’s the only person that can take his pain away and soothe him with just her voice. He wasn’t like the rest of the boys and she knew that too, he had problems, he was difficult, tough, stubborn and so on but she wouldn’t change a thing about him because she loves him just the way he is and no one in the world can compare to the vandaliser in a hoodie that stole her heart.

“I love you, bub!” He let out after a while of only looking into her eyes; her beautiful and gorgeous eyes he adored so much. (Y/N) smiled and cupped his face as well, taking him down to her for a kiss. He almost did it in a brutal way but his lips became fast sensual above hers and he pulled her closer if that was even possible.

“I love you.” She whispered, giving him a sweet “butterfly kiss” and Ethan could feel his little heart beating faster.

“Hey, Dolan!” An unknown voice spoke, making (Y/N) frown a little and looking up to Ethan with an eyebrow raised. He took her hand back in his and dragged her among him towards the boy. He wore a snapback over his dirty blonde hair as they could see from that little gap. He had piercing blue eyes, a silver nosering and a lot of tattoos, one of them being visible from under his purple hoodie and up his neck. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder while letting out the smoke from his cigarette.

“Ivan.” Ethan greeted him coldly. “It’s been a while.” He spoke again, a look of pure boredom on his face. (Y/N) stood a little behind him, tightening her arms around Ethan’s and she looked up at the boy. He screamed clearly trouble.

“Is this your girl?” Ivan ignored Ethan, putting all of his attention on the small girl beside him. She gulped and wanted to take a step back while Ethan remained still. “She’s very pretty!” He exclaimed, turning his attention back to the man that was now almost fuming. He wanted to punch him in the face and erase that stupid smirk of his but he tried to remain calm and keep his composure. He didn’t want to scare (Y/N).

“Are you done?” Ethan asked, his voice and face stone cold. (Y/N) looked at him, embracing him now, afraid he might say or do something bad.

“Oh wow, just offering a compliment.” Ivan laughed, throwing the cigarette-butt away. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” He smiled to both of them but Ethan was still imagining how he could crush his head.

“Come on, E.” (Y/N) spoke softly to him, not breaking eye contact with Ivan. “Let’s go!” She said a little louder this time, pulling Ethan’s hand. He obeyed without any words and started walking again to the meeting point, leaving Ivan behind.

After arriving and meeting each other, the boys and even a few girls started exchanging the spray cans they needed. (Y/N) bit her lip, the thought of her father catching them tonight making her shiver. She looked down to where Ethan stood, putting the spray cans in his bag.

“E?”

“Yes, love?” He answered instantly, not turning to her. She bit again her lip, then spoke.

“My father is driving around the city tonight.” Ethan stopped his movements, taking in what she just said and her gaze was fixed on the back of his head. He chuckled before turning to her.

“Are you scared?”

“Yeah…”

“Me too.” Ethan admitted lightly before getting up and approaching her. She widened her eyes, then furrowed her brows and sighed.

“We’ll be good.” She assured him and he nodded before taking his bag and putting it on his shoulder.

**

(Y/N) didn’t have that much fun in her entire life and she was a whole new person when she was with Ethan. He couldn’t even finish the draw he was currently trying to make because he was looking at her continuously. She took one of Ethan’s sprays and shakes it before coming to the wall. She draws a crossed V which she then embraced it in a heart. Ethan smiled and came to where she stood, adjusting the shaky heart she made, looking adorringly at it.

“Thank you for showing me the night life.” She spoke over his shoulder, smiling widely and Ethan turned to her, leaving the spray can down.

“You like it?” He asked, coming closer, putting his hands on her hips. She was so little in Ethan’s hands and that thought alone made wonders in his mind, remembering those times they made love in his room, on those same mattress that keep all the secrets and memories they both shared.

“I love it!” She exclaimed, her eyes having that specific shine. He kissed her, a kiss full of love and passion that stopped way too soon for their like.

“Dolan! We have problems!” Annelisse shouted from the distance, running towards them. She was Ivan’s sister and Grayson’s girlfriend. Even though her brother was a big asshole, she was really chill and didn’t cause any trouble to the people around her beside the cops that wanted her too for her art. She tried to make Grayson to come with her in these adventures at night just as Ethan did with (Y/N) but he wasn’t in for it. He loved her, of course, but the danger was too much for him and he couldn’t risk it. Annelisse was kind of jealous of their relationship but somehow happy that Ethan found the perfect girl for him. His face always lit up when he talked about her and just a few days ago he told the boys he wanted to surprise her with a graffiti, but not too soon. Not after what happened.

“What’s going on?” Ethan turned to her, observing the tears in her eyes and panick in her voice. She was franticaly looking around them. Something bad happened.

“They got Ivan! They picked him up!” She screamed, more tears coming down her face now. (Y/N) and Ethan’s faces were shocked and they just looked at her in disbelief. “We need to leave! Now!” She screamed once again before the sirens of the police’s car started hearing again in the distance. Ethan turned to (Y/N) who began to panick, tears forming in her eyes as well and he put his hands on her cheeks, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

“Breathe, baby! I’m here! Nothing’s gonna happen, okay?” He tried to calm her down, breathing in and out in sync with her, wiping away her tears. “Just follow me.” He kissed her forehead then took the rest of the spraying cans, stuffing them in his bag. “Everyone! Hurry!” He shouted over to the rest of the people, taking (Y/N)’s hand in his before starting to run. The sirens were too close and the noise began to feel unsupportable for their ears. They all started running after Ethan. The sirens echoed through his head and he heard them from everywhere around him, making it hard for them to realize where they actually come from. His fear transformed instantly in panick and pure dread when they ran just around the block and five cars of police were waiting for them there, with the flares-up in red and blue. They stopped abruptly in front of the headlights, mouths agape. They don’t have any chance to run now, they are surrounded.

“Everyone down on their knees!” (Y/N) heard what sounded like her father’s voice shouting at them and her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure though, everything now in her head buzzed and her sight was blurry due to her tears that threatened to fall any time now on her cold cheeks.

“As for you, young lady, I’m so dissapointed in you!” She knew for sure now that it was her father. She finally let the tears fall and sobbed hardly, looking how he approached her. “If only I knew my daughter hangs out with you…” He looked over to Ethan who just stood in front of her father, not being able to do or say anything. “I’ll make sure you won’t be near her again, am I clear?” He shouted at Ethan and he gulped, letting his head down.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. (Y/N), get in the car, we’ll have a talk at home. You’re in a lot of trouble, young lady!” Mr. Dawson was now in front of his daughter who didn’t seem to listen to him.

“No.” She said between sobs and all of the eyes were now on her.

“I beg your pardon?” Her father looked at her confused, anger evident in his voice now.

“Baby, what are you do-”

“I said no!” She brought up the courage to shout at him and Ethan couldn’t believe his eyes and ears just as her father. “I’m not going anywhere, Dad!” She continued, not knowing what made her do this but she didn’t complained. She was sick of this situation.

“Enough with these nonsenses!” Mr. Dawson was the one who screamed now and everyone got silent. “Go get them!” He shouted at the cops before they rushed to catch the vandalisers. (Y/N) screamed when she saw two of them put their hands on Ethan and she tried to stop them before she felt a pair of strong arms catching her from behind. Everything around them slowed down and with only a few seconds left, they both strrugled in the arms of the cops to make a step toward each other. Their lips caught each other in a desperate kiss full of all the fear and passion they had in them. It was that kind of kiss that made everything around them stop and just live the moment; the kind of kiss that said “please, don’t leave me!” and “don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”

They were both hardly pulled apart and (Y/N) looked at Ethan who mimicked those three words that made her world sink in an infinite abyss, her heart breaking into pieces.

“I love you.”

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“What is it guys?” (Y/N) asked Jake and Isaac, another two friends of Ethan and graffers. They somehow managed to escape that night, two months ago to be exactly. Since then, (Y/N) seemed to lost all of her shine, they took her happiness from her, they took her Ethan and she swore she’ll never gonna forgive her Dad for it. She sometimes visits and hangs out with Grayson, just so that he can forget about the tragedy too. Annelisse was caught and with that, Grayson’s world sunk deeper than (Y/N)’s. They got his brother and his girlfriend.

“Uhm, we wanted to show you something for a while and we decided that now is the moment.” Isaac spoke, a little awkward because they didn’t know how to behave in front of her now, not after all that happened.

“Just… Close your eyes or something, it’s not that far.”

**

“Okay, you can open them! Take your time, we’ll wait for you at the corner of the street.” Jake spoke this time, taking off his hands of her shoulders, taking a few steps back. He dragged Isaac after him and left (Y/N) there.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the most beautiful and realistic graff of them all. There, just a few steps ahead of her, on the white wall were two people; a boy, which was down on one knee, nikes on, shorts, a black hoodie -which hood covered up his head so that you could see only his nose and mouth from the profile- and in his hand he had a red rose that he offered to the other person: a girl that was looking down at him, sandals on, light pink dress and her hands were on her face, not believing the gesture. Next to the amazing drawing was the same crossed V, embraced in a little heart. (Y/N) came closer, a big smile on her face and her eyes fell down in front of the wall.

The same red rose was waiting for her together with a white paper. She took them up, her smile growing wider and she opened the paper.

“Okay so this is like the 4th or 5th page I’m trying to write cause letters are not my thing.” She read on the paper, letting out a laugh and knowing immediately this was Ethan.

“I don’t know how to start this and obviously I don’t know how I’ll end it either but I’m gonna try for you.

I hope you like the graff you just saw because I wasn’t able to see it. It was a surprise I had in plan for you for a long time now but I couldn’t do it anymore… I hope those fucks guys that did it nailed it cause if they didn’t, I’m gonna rip of their heads when I come out.

I’m sorry I’m not that kind of boyfriend that you always find in books and can stay with you everyday and make you happy. I’m sorry for the trouble I brought to you and I hope you can forgive me. I know I have a lot of defects but I’m working so hard on them and to be a better person. You taught me a lot of things and I’m so grateful for that, for you, that even after what happened I still have you in my life. I’m a really lucky guy.

I took the books from you here and I already finished them, it’s really boring here and the food is crap. But don’t worry, I’m fine! I didn’t drop the soap ;) (omg that was so bad, I’m sorry). I have a few more months of staying here and after that we can finally see each other! I’m extremely excited about it!

Anyway, tell Grayson I said "hi!” and to not worry cause me and Annelisse are okay and we’re missing him!

I hope I’ll see you again in no time baby cause I miss you so, so, so much and I want to see your beautiful face again.

I love you, bub!“

Tears fell uncontrolably down her face and she let out a few sobs, raising her eyes to look again at the beautiful picture in front of her. She misses him so much it hurts.

"I love you too, E!”

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THE END

[severelybabykryptonite]

The Picnic by SBK

A/N:  4th and final installment for the Richonnefics’ Date Night Series; a Speed Dating sequel. 

Rick tries his best to contain his excitement but is failing miserably as the smile spreads across his face at the mere thought of spending more time with Michonne.  They’d been out on three dates excluding the first night they’d met but they haven’t had the chance to be alone.  Sasha and Daryl always manage to fandangle their way in resulting in a double date each time.  Michonne had finally made up her mind that they should have their very own date and told him to leave it all to her.

Saturday morning wasn’t what he had in mind but he cleared his schedule and made arrangements for Carl to spend the day with his parents.  He walks into his bedroom once again and checks his appearance.  All she told him was to prepare to spend some time outside.  He donned a nice but casual dark blue t-shirt, jeans, and his boots.  He reached for an old cowboy hat but quickly tossed it aside, running his fingers through his hair and smoothing down his eyebrows.

She insisted on picking him up which he wasn’t used to at all.  Is this how women do things nowadays?  Are the roles reversed?  He tries not to think on it too hard but doesn’t want to appear out of touch or too old fashioned.  What if that’s a turn off for her?  He recalls their dates and she didn’t seem to mind when he held the door for her or made sure she was seated first.  He gives himself a mental shake, realizing that he is overthinking it all.  He takes a deep breath and reminds himself to just enjoy the time with her.

The doorbell chimes and he is moving hurriedly to the living area only to pull up short seconds before opening the door.  He composes himself quickly and opens the door with a small smile.  She looks up with those beautiful brown eyes and smiles right back.

“Hey,” she offers.

“Hey.”  He steps back and gestures for her to come in, watching closely as she walks past him in a clingy purple sundress.  He breathes in her scent and ensures that his eyes are on hers once she faces him.  “How’ve you been?”

“Great.  You?”  She looks around curiously, loving the color scheme and openness of his foyer which leads into an even more impressive living area.  She remembers the box in her hand and holds it out to him.  “This is for you.  A little housewarming gift.  I remembered you said you just bought this place.  It looks great by the way.”

He appears a bit taken aback by her generosity.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine.  I wanted to.  I hope you like it.”  She smiles as he accepts the box from her, touching her hand deliberately in the exchange.

“Mind if I open it?”

“Not at all.”

They move into the living area and sit on the sofa as he places the box on the coffee table, noticing the heaviness of the wooden container.  He unfastens the metal clasp and opens it to find a glass tumbler set embossed with the initial ‘G’.

“Wow!”  He gasps.  “This is nice.”

Michonne swallows nervously, wondering for the 100th time if the gift was overstepping or overstating.  She just wanted to make a nice gesture and she thought a housewarming gift would be harmless.  Maybe it’s not.  “I just….well friends celebrate friends and purchasing a house is a great achievement and I thought….a gift would be appropriate.  Congratulations on your new house.”

“That was awfully kind of you.  I’m a little speechless right now.”

“Well I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or overstep my bounds.”  She watches as he closes the box and turns toward her.  The look in his eyes is one of awe, sincerity, and longing all melded together.  If she thought her heart was racing before, it just kicked into overdrive.

His heart rate is out racing hers as he allows his eyes to devour her.  He can’t recall anyone being this generous towards him and especially not after knowing him for such a short time.  “Thank you.”

“Oh it was nothing.”

He sits the box on the table in front of him, places a hand on the back of the sofa and leans toward her.  “Can I thank you properly?”  His eyes drop to her full red shaded lips and his mouth starts to water at the thought of finally getting a chance to kiss her.

Michonne absently allows her keys and cell phone to fall to the area rug below as she turns her body towards his.  Her eyes search his before dropping to his slightly parted lips.  She has thought about kissing him ever since she met him.

He watches her as she watches him move closer and touch his mouth to hers softly, gently.  He closes his eyes and presses in deeper, capturing her lips with an instinctual moan.

She reaches up to cup his cheek, loving the roughness of what she assumes is a day without shaving.  She wants to let him lead but finds herself opening her mouth and touching her tongue against his lips.  He latches on and opens up so they can taste each other fully.

Seconds later, he is clearing his throat and rolling his shoulders, trying to gain control of his body.  “I uh….would you like to see the rest of the house?”

Michonne pauses, wondering if this is code for something more.  She gives him a questioning look and he picks up on it immediately.

He lets out a small laugh.  “I just want to show you the house.  That’s all.  Really.”

Her first reaction is disappointment but she quickly masks it and agrees.  For the next several minutes, he walks her through his home and they are both careful not to touch or stare at each other for too long.  That kiss proved the undeniable attraction between them and neither wanted things to go too far too fast.

They end the tour standing on his patio overlooking his backyard.

“This is really nice Rick.  Spacious and peaceful and it’s just you and your son?”

“Yep.  Just the two of us.  I wanted Carl to have a home just as nice as before the divorce.  I found out apartment living is just not the thang for us,” Rick explains.

Michonne smiles, realizing that was one of the reasons she chose to buy a house for her and Andre.  Of course he spends the weekends with his dad and the house seems awfully empty when she’s alone but she wouldn’t trade it.  They are happy despite the fact that their lives changed with the divorce.  “It’s amazing how much your life mirrors mine.  I’d like to invite you and Carl over for dinner soon.  Well, if that’s ok with you.”  She pauses.  “Maybe we shouldn’t meet the kids just yet.”

Rick smiles at her uncertainty, actually delighting in the fact that this well put together female gets a little shy and unsure around him.  “I think that’s a fine idea.  I’ll look forward to it.”

Michonne can’t express how his simple words bring her such comfort and ease.  She also can’t help wondering where he has been all this time.  “Well…..are you ready?”

“Let’s go.”

He climbs into the passenger’s side of the luxurious sedan and enjoys the ride as she pulls away from the curb and takes them out of his neighborhood and onto the nearby highway.

Almost forty-five minutes later, they are driving down a dirt road surrounded by nothing but land and trees on either side.  He wasn’t sure what their destination was but he liked the obscurity of this location already.

He gives her a look and she smiles, knowing exactly what he wanted to ask.

“We’re almost there.  I promise.”

She smiles as the serene view of the expansive lake surrounded by nothing but greenery comes into sight and is thankful Maggie’s family takes such good care of their land.  She remembers coming here as a kid and for some odd reason, she wanted to share this special place with Rick.  She slows down considerably and drives onto the grass to get them closer to the water.

“Wow!  This place is beautiful.”

“It really is.  I’ve been coming here since I was a kid and I thought this would be a nice back drop for a picnic,” she shares.

“So this is your land?”

“Oh no.  One of my best friend’s family owns this place.  They’ve had it for years, passing it down from generation to generation.  This is basically my second home.”  She breathes a sigh of contentment and pops the trunk as she exits the car.

He follows and helps her unload the supplies.  They work together seamlessly spreading out the checkered blanket and unpacking the basket.  His stomach growls at the sight of all the food she brought.

“I’m starving.  I kinda skipped breakfast coz I was so excited about today,” he admits.

She laughs.  “Me too.  Good thing I packed plenty.”

They pounce on the food enthusiastically, talking and enjoying each other’s company.  Afterwards, they walk around the lake, tossing rocks and sticks into the water.

“So did y’all ever swim here?”

“All the time when we were kids.  I haven’t done that in ages though,” she answers.

“Well how about today?  The weather’s nice….”  He shields his eyes from the sun with a hand, looking all around.  “…..no one’s around.”

She scoffs with a slight giggle.  “You can’t be serious.”

He reaches down, lifting a knee, and pulls one boot off and then the other.

“Rick…..we don’t have suits.  We…..”

“And we don’t need ‘em,” he states as he lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side.

She holds in a gasp as her eyes connect with his solid wall of a chest and flat abs.  “We are not doing this.”

“What’s the matter?  You afraid?”  He teases.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she retorts.  Except you.

“Well in that case……I dare you.”  He smiles as those luscious lips of hers drop open with surprise.  He remembers Sasha saying her friend never backs down from a dare.

He watches as her eyes take on a determined glint and she kicks off her sandals before pulling her dress over her head to reveal a lacy strapless bra and matching panties underneath.  He wastes no time in getting the rest of his clothes off, standing before her in a pair of boxers.

She puts her hands on her hips and says, “I guess you wanna race now too?”

“Naw.  That wouldn’t be fair,” he returns.

“And how is that?”

“Coz I’m just gonna beat you anyway.”

They both take off at a sprint, laughing as they race neck and neck.  The splash they make breaks the quiet serenity surrounding them as they both resurface, gasping with the unexpected coolness of the water.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

“I didn’t talk you into anythang.  You’re the one who can’t back down from a dare,” he reminds her.

She rolls her eyes heavenward.  “One of my many flaws.”

“You’re flawless.”

The atmosphere changes slightly as he looks at her with admiration and longing.  She recognizes it immediately and knows her expression mirrors his.

She reaches forward and brushes a pesky insect off his shoulder but doesn’t pull her hand away. She likes the warmth, the firmness of his skin.  She gasps when she feels an arm encircle her waist and finds herself flush against him.

“I wanna kiss you again.”

She doesn’t answer just slowly but surely places her lips on his, pressing in bit by bit until he responds, opening his mouth to allow her inside.  Moments later, they are breathless and holding each other tightly.

“I don’t think we’ll get to the horseback riding today,” she informs.

He gives a small laugh.  “We’ll save it for next time.”

She pulls away to look into his eyes.  “Next time?”

He nods.  “Yeah. We’re here together now and I’m already looking forward to the next date and the one after that and the one after that.”  He smiles.  “You’re having that effect on me.”

“Well I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Oh it is.  It’s a very good thang.”

She kisses him one last time before challenging him to a race.  Any more time spent in his arms would result in them getting naked and having sex in the lake.  She muses that it’s not a bad idea but for some reason she believes this one is a keeper and she doesn’t want to rush it.

He accepts her challenge, conflicted because he knows they shouldn’t take it too far but wouldn’t mind if they did.  He looks over at her as they swim further out and knows without a doubt that she is someone he could be with for a very long time.

You can read the prequel, Speed Dating, here:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11445160/52/Richonne-Ficlets-by-SBK

[nightwingswing]

I love you. (HR Wells x reader)

Hi there! First HR imagine ever! Hope you like it!

Prompt: Imagine being the only one that's truly nice to HR wells & when someone becomes rude towards him U literally fight them/stick up for him. You invite him to live at your house you being completely oblivious to your feelings towards him. Maybe he's the one to make the first move one night at your house or lab things get heated from there & admit each other's feelings. Something like that really fluffy & cute :) maybe even from his point of view how he sees you or something up to you. Thank you :)

Requested by Anonymous,

"Greetings Earthlings" Said the new Harrison Cisco, Caitlin and Harry chose (well Harry rejected him, but he got chosen anyway). Everyone looked at him weirdly.

“I don’t talk like that, heh. I was joking.” He said, you found his joke funny and snorted. Making your friends look at you, HR looked at you too and smiled at you charmingly. Harry looked at the two of you and glared.

Jesse and Harry said their goodbyes, and before going Harry hugged you, whispering in your ear.

“I don’t trust him, (y/n). Keep an eye on him for me, okay?”

“Okay. Goodbye Harry, I’m going to miss you. Even if you are an asshole sometimes.”

“I’ll miss you too. You know how to reach me, if something goes horribly wrong.”

You hugged Jesse and the two took off. But before being suctioned by the portal, Harry tried to say something but nobody hear what he said. HR joked about what he was trying to say. But no one thought it was funny.

“So, do you have a Big belly burger on earth 1?” HR asked.

“Some things never change…”

//////*\\\\\\

“Where will he stay?” You asked.

“Harry stayed here.” Cisco said. “ But I’m not sure of letting him alone here….”

“And what do you suggest?” Wally asked.

“He can come with me.” You said “ I can keep an eye on him”

“You’re sure, (y/n)? “ Barry asked.

“Yes don’t worry”

////*\\\\

Everyone had already leaved when HR approached you with a charming smile.

“How come you are still here, Miss (y/n)?”

“I volunteered myself to take you in. You can stay with me in my home or stay here alone.”

“I would never deny a beautiful girl” He kissed your hand and smiled cheekily.

You laughed, he was cute.

“What are we waiting for! LET’S GO!”

“Okay, okay” You laughed as HR started pulling you towards the exit.

////*\\\\

Days passed and the team found out that this Harrison Wells knew nothing about science.  Cisco refused to trust HR, and Wally called him a conman. He tried to persuade the team that he can be of some use to them, suggesting ideas, acting as their "muse", and taking part in the adventures so that he could later write a book about them.

You were disappointed. All of you were. After HR pleaded for them to let him stay and help, Barry allowed HR to stay for some time and try to prove his worth as a teammate, before going back to Earth Nineteen.

You were the most disappointed of all, you even felt a bit betrayed even.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry. I-I didn’t want to disappoint you… But I assure you I can be useful!”

“I …I know you are useful, HR. You may not be as good in science as the other Harrison, but you have charisma and you are a skilled trainer and leader. You don’t have to prove it to me. It doesn’t matter what the other say, HR. I trust you”

HR smiled at you and your heart fluttered. A warm feeling pooled in your belly.

/////*\\\\\

(Y/n) was really nice. She was the only one who really made me feel welcomed. I think I’m in love with her.

But really,

Who wouldn’t?

With her beautiful (e/c) eyes, those luscious pink lips, her silky (h/c) locks and that sexy body.

God

She turned me on so much.

It’s hell on earth since I’ve been living with her. Seeing her in pajamas, and bumping with her in the bathroom, only a towel covering her body.

Gotta say, I needed to “ take care of a problem”  after the incident.

If you know what I mean.

Also, seeing her panties and bras in the hamper… I t made warm pool in my tummy.

God, (y/n) what are you doing to me?

/////*\\\\\

“So, what  movie you want to see?”

“This one! I haven’t seen this on earth 19” sais HR, Titanic in hand.

“Titanic? You’ve never seen Titanic?!”

“No, what’s it’s plot?”´

“You don’t have a Titanic in earth 19??”

“No.”

“L-let’s just see the movie” You played the movie.

2 hours later and you were sobbing in HR’s neck as he sobbed in your hair, in the TV, Rose was talking with Jack as he died of hypothermia.

“IN THAT TABLE IS ENOUGH SPACE FOR TWO!!!!!” You sobbed as Jack sank in the blue freezing waters.

“Shhh,(y/n). It’s just a movie.”

“BUT IT HAPPENED IN THE REAL WORLDD”

“WHAT? THE TITANIC WAS REAL”

“YEEESSS”

Sob after sob the two of you fell asleep, your head on his chest and his over yours. His arm made its way toward your waist and yours hugged him.

////*\\\\

As I waked up a sweet aroma overpowered my nose, a warm body was hugging me. As I looked down I saw the prettiest sight of my life, (y/n) was sleeping in my chest, her warm breath tickled me and her hair made a beautiful (h/c) halo around her adorable face. Her rosy cheeks and her half open lips looked glossy.

I had the need to kiss her.

….

Okay, okay

Do more than just kiss her.

“HR?” She said with her adorable i-just-wake-up voice. Her eyes half opened and sleepy giving her a childish look.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Make me breakfast”  She rubbed her cute little eyes.” Please.”

“Alright, dear. Just let me hug you a bit more”

/////*\\\\\

Somethings wrong with you.

You keep having these weird reactions toward HR, like blushing, sweating, butterflies in your tummy…

You talked with Caitlin and Iris about it, they said that you probably were in love with that person.

Pffffftt

YOU in love with HR??

HA! That’s not possible.

…

Right?

////*\\\\

Today is the day!

I’m going to tell (y/n) how I feel.

I think she loves me too.

I hope she loves me too.

Today I leaved our house before her and went to local florist, obviously with Randolf Morgan’s appearance. I don’t want to get shot.

I bought (f/f) and in the way towards the lab I stopped at (y/n)’s favorite coffee shop and bought a (f/d) for her and a coffee for me.

Ahh I just hope this will go well!

///*\\\

“Where is HR?” Cisco asked you and you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought he was already here. He left before I did.”

“Well, It doesn’t matter. We need to do a quick visit to Star city. Do you wanna come?” Barry asked

“No, don’t worry. I’ll stay here, I got a lot of work.”

“You don’t want to see Roy.”

“NO, it’s not that! What we had is long over. He knows it as I do. I just don’t feel like going to Star city today.”

“Okay, (n/n).  We will be back Wednesday morning.” Barry said.

“Bye, (n/n)! Stay safe!” Cisco said and in a moment they were gone.

As you sat down HR entered the lab, flowers and coffee in hand.

“(y/n)!!! I got a present for youuu!” HR said happily, he gave you the (f/f).

“F-For me? HR you shouldn’t have!” The silly smile made its way to your lips. You kissed  HR’s cheek and he blushed, smiling from ear to ear.

HR gave you the (f/d) and you sipped it happily. HR smiling at you, a twinkle in his eyes. The two of you finished your drinks.

As you sighed happily a moustache of cream from your (f/d), HR looked at you a lustful gleam in his eyes, tongue licking his lips.

“What’s wrong HR?” You asked adorably and HR’s self-control snapped.

Moist lips clashed against yours and HR hands cupped your face, you after coming down from your surprise raised your hands until they hugged HR’s neck.

His tongue licked the cream from your face and you let a breath escape, HR took advantage of this and his tongue explored your mouth, making it HR’s. Your hands went down until you could pinch HR’s butt. He let a moan escape surprised.

Your eyes didn’t leave each other, he smiled lovingly and caressed your cheek.

“I love you,(y/N). I’m in love with you. You’re the only one nice to me and I fell for your adorable self. “

“I love you too, HR” Now you smashed your lips together. Your tongue exploring now HR’s mouth and making it your own.

“The team won’t be back until Wednesday morning.” You smirked and took your shirt off. “ Wanna be bad?” You winked.

“F*CK YEAH!” HR took his own shirt off and kissed you desperately. Clothes flied and fell to the ground meanwhile you two love each other with your hands, mouths and souls.

Since that passionate night the two became a couple, to the surprise of everyone. HR was the most loving boyfriend you ever had. Every day you would wake up with breakfast in bed and after that you two would love each other like the first time.

One morning you waked up to a note in your bedside table, you smiled at HR’s antics and read the note.

“LOOK NO FUTHER THAN HERE, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON IS IN THERE.”

Riddles? What is HR thinking?

You saw the bathroom door ajar and went there. In the mirror your reflection looked at you and in the center of the mirror a note was glued.

“WE SAW SINKING SHIPS AND WE SANK TOGHETER IN OUR EMBRACE”

The living room! You got dressed in a moment and went towards the living room, where a note was stuck on the TV with the most famous scene of Titanic frozen on the tv. You smiled at his cheekiness.

Man, you loved him so much.

You grabbed the note and turned the TV off.

“THE MOST IMPORTANT NIGHT OF OUR TIME WAS SPEND THERE. WE CUDDLES, WE KISSED BUT WE WON’T TELL”

Is he referring to your wild night in the Lab? Where you confessed and made love? Did he want you to go to the Lab?

You grabbed your keys and your car and went to the lab.

“Hello?” You yelled but no one answered. You saw a rose petal path and a note that said.

“FOLLOW THE SCENT AND I WILL GUIDE YOU TOWARD THE PERSON WHO LOVES YOU THE MOST”

You followed the path that leads you toward the Lab. When you entered the Lab you saw the rose petal path end and there saw HR knelt in front of you, a note in his forehead and a velvet box in his hands. Your eyes flood with tears of happiness and you grabbed the note first.

“I love you, (y/n). You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to get older beside you, start a family with you, I want to live my life with you. Without you I am not complete.

Please

Will you marry me?”

HR opened the box and a beautiful ring was inside he smiled at you and said

“Will you make me the happiest Harrison of all the alternative earths?”

You kissed him passionately as the two fell to the ground, kissing and laughing.

HR put the ring on your finger and kissed your hand then your neck until his lips sealed with yours.

All your team came out of their secrets hiding places and cheered making you two laughing at their antics.

You two shared a loving kiss.

“I love you HR Wells”

“I love you (y/n) Wells”

The end?

(Promps still open!!)