#But it's late and doesn't feel serious enough for the er?

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[xothatnerdykid]

say yes to heaven (say yes to me)

Aizawa finds out you have a crush on him. Fluffy, slightly suggestive Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x reader drabble. Slight age gap, teaching assistant!reader. 1,937 words.

"You know Y/N has a crush on you, right?"

You nearly choke at that, freezing up against the wall. You had been taking a phone call outside the faculty lounge when you overheard Yamada and Aizawa make their way inside, oblivious to your presence. 

"I thought I told you to drop it already, Hizashi," Aizawa grunts.

"Wait, you know?" A third voice, Nemuri, asks incredulously, followed by a noise that sounds suspiciously like Aizawa elbowing Yamada mid-laugh.

You feel your face heat up, mortified at their discussion. Of course Aizawa knew you had feelings for him, you all but slap yourself. How could he not when you clam up and turn into a stuttering mess whenever he’s around? 

You're well aware that plenty of the girls of Class 1-A (and even 1-B) harbor a not-so-secret crush on their sensei, and you're embarrassed to admit that you're not much better. You're always suddenly breathless and flustered to be near him.

Always a little too eager to help during training or classes. Always tripping over your words whenever he spoke to you. He must have tried to brush it off at first, but it just kept happening too many times for him to ignore.

"The only thing I know," Aizawa answers gruffly, "Is that this conversation is bordering on entirely inappropriate."

"What? Why? It's not like she's a student here or anything," Yamada retorts.

"She was, just a few years ago."

"Yeah, and now she's my teaching assistant," Nemuri counters.

But you can practically see Aizawa shake his head. "See? Same difference."

"Oh, lighten up! So you have a bit of an age gap—"

"I wouldn't call 8 years a bit of an age gap, Hizashi."

"Who cares about that? I think she could make you happy, Shouta, and you deserve to be happy."

“Now that I think about it," Nemuri adds. "You two would be good together. You need someone who can make you smile and stop being so serious all the time, and she..." She chuckles playfully. "For some unexpected reason, really likes that about you."

"Don't tell me you haven't at least thought about it?" Yamada teases. “I see the way you look at her, too, you know."

Nemuri squeals, "Just imagine, the two of you being all lovey-dovey. It'd be so cute!"

Your heart catches in your throat, but Aizawa is quick to interject.

"It doesn't matter. None of those things you said matter. To do anything about Y/N's feelings for me would be taking advantage of her."

"Fine," Nemuri huffs. "But the least you can do is talk to the poor girl about it. You can't keep giving her the cold shoulder forever."

There's a beat of silence before Aizawa dejectedly responds, "You’re right.” And you hear the door knob lock behind them.

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You pretend not to notice that Aizawa's awkwardly been standing behind you for almost five minutes now, hoping he'd eventually leave if you looked busy enough typing away on your laptop.

And he almost does, if it wasn't for Midnight and Mic, who you can see out of the corner of your eye, gesturing at him quietly but frantically to go on. 

Your heart races when he clears his throat. "Uh, Y/N, do you have a minute?"

"Um..." You want to say no but can't think of a reason fast enough, so you take your time closing your laptop instead, bracing yourself. "Sure."

You get up from your seat and turn to face him, but neither of you can meet the other's gaze, which just makes everything feel all the more mortifying. 

"I'm aware of...Er, I mean...I apologize if I've seemed a little standoffish lately."

"You mean more than usual?" You smile weakly, trying for a bit of humor.

When you look up, you're surprised to see that his expression is serious but gentle. He almost smiles for a second before he seems to think better of it.

"It's been brought to my attention that you might…” He sighs, then starts over. “If I’ve ever given you the wrong impression, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention. I want you to know that I respect your feelings, but I think it’s best that we maintain a professional relationship."

“Of course! I-I never–You never–Um–" You swallow thickly, feeling your face burn up. “I agree.”

“Good. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us.”

Like it could get any worse? You bite back the retort.

You take a deep breath, attempting to regain your composure, and plaster on another half-hearted smile. “It’s fine. We can move past it.”

He nods, his expression neutral. “Glad to hear that.”

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But you do not, in fact, move past it. At least not for a couple of weeks. 

In the days that follow, you find that you can't shake off the conversation, the way he looked and the vulnerability in his voice lingering in your mind. The hours at work feel longer now that they're filled with lingering silence, heavy with unspoken words and punctuated with stilted conversations.

Even more embarrassing is the fact that everyone seems to know about your unrequited and inappropriate crush now, if they didn’t already. You notice Mic and Midnight's sympathetic glances, and All-Might's whispered concerns.

Their attempts to act normal around you are agonizingly obvious, so you make it a habit to be the first one to leave every afternoon and spend most of your days alone at your table, with your eyes glued to your laptop screen or your nose buried in a mountain of paperwork. 

So how, exactly, did you find yourself in this position? Alone with Shouta in his apartment and sitting in his lap with your fingers tangled in his hair and his tongue practically down your throat?

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Last thing you remembered, you were walking home when he suddenly fell into step beside you.

"Hi," you managed, giving him a weak smile. It must've been the first time you've ever been alone together since the talk. 

"Mind if I join you?" He tilted his head to ask, his hands in his pockets and looking as tired as ever. 

"Not at all," You tried to reply coolly, even though your heart just about dropped to the floor.

A familiar awkward silence fell upon both of you.

You bunched up your skirt in your fists, acutely aware of the way he’s looking at you. His usually stern face seemed almost…unsure. Finally, he broke the silence. "How have you been?”

“Oh, you know…” You waved your hand dismissively. “Just trying to get through each day.”

He nodded solemnly. “Listen, y/n, I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings last time we talked, because that’s the last thing I’d want.”

You shook your head. "No, not at all. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for the position I put you in."

"I just want you to know that...It's not that I don't..." He trailed off meaningfully, his eyes downcast. "I just don't think it would be appropriate or fair to you to pursue anything because...Your feelings for me…they’re not real.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “What?” 

"I understand that you might be confused by...that the dynamics of our relationship might have clouded your judgement and made me seem…”

“Stop.” You level him with a fierce gaze and he does. You do your best to sound firm despite the sting of his words. “It’s one thing for you not to return my feelings. That I can understand. But don’t patronize me by telling me what I do or don’t feel. It’s clear that you think otherwise, but I’m not a child, Shouta.”

Aizawa, surprised by the intensity in your voice, leaned back slightly. He doesn't say anything, which gives you the courage to speak your mind, telling him off before you can think better of it.

“I don’t like you just because you’re older than me or I see you as some sort of authority figure. I like you because you care a lot but pretend you don’t. And it makes me want to get to know you more. I admire your dedication and hard work at being a hero and a teacher here.”

He looked at you thoughtfully for a few moments, then nodded, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he absorbed your words. “You're right. I shouldn't have assumed or tried to define your feelings for you. I apologize."

"Thank you."

"And as long as we’re sharing…” He rolled his sleeves up, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “I don’t think you’re a child, you know. I think you’re intelligent and perfectly competent. In fact, I think you're amazing."

The irritation and hurt you felt just moments ago was quickly chased away by the warmth that spread within you at his surprising admission.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I was hesitant because I didn't want to take advantage of you, given our age gap—"

"It doesn't bother me," you said with newfound confidence, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your boldness.

"But maybe... I've been too cautious."

You tilted your head, smiling up at him softly, sweetly, like you used to. "What do you mean?" You asked even though you already knew, you just wanted to hear him say it.

He ran a hand through his hair again, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous habit, you’ve noticed. "I mean, perhaps I've been so focused on maintaining professional boundaries that it's made me overlook the possibility of a genuine connection between us."

You bit the inside of your cheeks to keep from smiling any wider. "Are you saying...?"

He nodded, a hint of a blush tinting his face. "Would you consider having dinner with me tomorrow?"

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Fast forward to now, hours after dinner and one glass of wine too many, and you’ve somehow managed to muster up the courage to kiss him good night.

It catches him by surprise, but once he leans into it, he doesn’t let you pull away. He responds with an almost bruising eagerness, kissing you again, and again, and again, until you find yourself pressed up against the door of his apartment.

He jams his keys into the doorknob, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

But instead of swinging the door open like you expected, he puts his hand up against it instead, next to your face, and presses his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” he says breathlessly, his eyes screwed shut.

You draw a steadying breath of your own. “Why not?”

“Because,” he drawls in that frustratingly raspy voice of his. The one so low and deep you could practically feel it vibrating against your own chest, echoing off the walls inside of you. “You do something to me…to my self-control…”

You swallow thickly. “Do I?”

He nods.

“Good.” You link your hands around his nape, pulling at some of the hair there, and smile against the crook of his neck. “Then the feeling’s mutual.”

He puts his hands on your waist, gingerly, cautiously. “Doesn’t make it rational.”

You kiss his jaw. ”Why does it need to be rational?” And then his cheek. ”We’re both adults.” And then gently bite his ear, whispering, “Why can’t we let ourselves want what we want?” 

“And are you sure…” He pulls away a little, his eyes still closed and his eyebrows furrowed. “This is what you want?” He finally opens his eyes to search yours, and his are so smoky and dark you feel as though you're falling through the night sky.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, captivated by the intensity in his gaze.

"Yeah," you answer, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. "I'm sure."

His smirk is the last thing you see before your eyelids flutter close and his lips are on yours again. 

He doesn’t waste another moment.

[likeaspeedingarrow]

It's love

“Evan said you were an ER nurse that's close enough.” “See you listen to him, most people get annoyed by him without listening. What you think you're suffering from, what you're experiencing, there's no cure.” Tommy laughed, “No?” Tevan Advent 2024 Prompts: Hope & "I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure what you're suffering from is called" [BLANK] A fun flirty shopping trip leads to Maddie and Tommy bonding

Find it on Ao3 here or below the cut.

“You are simply dazzling tonight.”

Tommy’s hand snaked around Evan's waist, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on the other's hip. Evan let out a content sigh as the two walked past the many stalls.

“Oh yeah?” Evan asked, his breath rising in between them, painting the dark sky in broad strokes as a pink flush developed across his cheeks and nose. “You think so?”

Tommy tucked him into his side, his lips brushing against Evan's birthmark before landing on his cheek right beside his ear. “Oh I don't just think so,” he whispered, “I know so.”

Heat seared Evan’s body, burning a blazing trail from his head to his toes. He shuddered at the intensity and Tommy's arm tightening around him became the only barrier to the inevitable collapse that was heading his way. “How do you do that so easily?”

Tommy let out a soft chuckle. “Do what?”

Evan hit his arm gently, so gently in fact that Tommy barely felt it. “Affect me so easily, you dork!”

Tommy pulled him in tighter, as though Evan was a fish he was reeling in on a fishing rod. Both his hands encased Evan's waist, his chin resting on the top of the younger man's head as Evan himself let out a laugh. “So I'm a dork now huh?” He tickled Evan's sides causing him to squeal and Tommy broke into a smile, “that's not what you were calling me last night.” He turned so that he could place a kiss on Evan's lips.

Evan collapsed into him at the kiss as Tommy deepened it, oblivious to the looks from the crowds of people. “Mmhmm Tommy.” Evan muttered as he broke the kiss.

“Yes?”

“We're in public.”

Tommy placed a featherlight kiss on Evan's jaw, “Oh I know.”

“We're supposed to be shopping, come on we have to get Maddie and Chim's presents before we meet them.” Evan pushed him away gently, just enough so that the two could walk comfortably hand in hand. “Hey did you know that Christmas markets began in Germany in the late middle ages? This may be new here but they're a big thing in Europe.”

Tommy looked at Evan fondly, his eyes glimmering, “Is that right?”

“Yeah!” Evan grinned widely, his voice breathy in his excitement. “Some places world wide even have a Queer Christmas market. Imagine that! I mean a Queer safe space and a celebration of Christmas! How much better could it get?”

The twinkle in Evan's eyes was definitely competing with the many lights strewn through the garlands, over the huts housing the sellers stalls and on the tree visible from all angles of the market. Oh how Tommy wanted to kiss him again, the meeting time be damned. “I don't know, I just know you're adorable.”

Evan smiled again, his thumb drawing patterns on the back of Tommy's hand as they grabbed gifts for their loved ones. Tommy let himself sink into the soothing feeling it brought him, fighting the thoughts that told him to run, that he'd already screwed up with Evan before, that this was doomed to fail before it even began. “You know why I love Christmas so much?”

Evan's voice broke him away from his thoughts before he could spiral too much. “I’d guess it would have something to do with there being a lot of fire truck red in it's colour palette,” he teased, earning what could possibly be the world's cutest pout from Evan that he kissed briefly before turning serious, “I don't believe you've shared, no.”

“Well it's not the colour palette,” Evan confirmed, though that had already been rather obvious to Tommy. “It's because to me it represents connection.”

Tommy's brow furrowed, “And Thanksgiving doesn't?”

“Ah but Thanksgiving is an obligation, Christmas is a celebration.” Evan replied, “Sure you get together on both days with Christmas it's much more merry, you have the tree and everything and Thanksgiving demands you be thankful, with Christmas you can just vibe. When I was travelling on the road alone, it was always this beacon of hope that one day I would find somewhere I belonged, that its magic would bring me my people and from there more specifically my person.”

“That's a beautiful sentiment, Evan.”

“You are my person Tommy, I can't wait to celebrate you.” Evan's free hand reached up and stroked a line across his cheek bone. “Come on, let's go meet Maddie and Chim.”

Evan was sat curled up against Tommy as he waved down Maddie and Chimney from where they were walking in the door.

“Hey you two.”

“Hey sis.” Evan smiled softly.

Maddie slid into the booth opposite them and reached over to squeeze her brother's hand in greeting. “You two look cozy.”

“That's not the word I'd use.”

“Oh yeah Howie?” Tommy joined the conversation, giving Evan a brief squeeze for comfort. “What word would you use then?”

“Sickening.”

Evan frowned, Maddie on the other hand, whacked her husband's arm, “Chim!”

“What they're sickeningly sweet.”

“Oh come on!” Evan complained, “Like you were any better during your dates that you claimed were not dates.”

“I wasn't sick.”

“Neither am I.”

Tommy shook his head as Maddie subtly rolled her eyes at the two’s argument. “Typical Howie getting someone riled up.”

Maddie let out a little laugh, “Buck lets him get to him too easily, always has. It's just how he lives his life, always so open, you know?”

“That's what drew me to him in the first place.” Tommy admitted to her, “But I never thought we'd still be here now, it's scarier than stepping into a fire.”

“Well, yeah it would be, you have tools for the fire. There's no tools for what you're walking into now, though considering what Chim has described your movie taste as you're probably more prepared than most.” Maddie explained, “But you can't see that because you're a runner, you like to run from your problems. Hide away until they're fixed.”

“How did you know?”

“Runner recognizes runner.” Maddie smiles, “I had problems with my parents, I ran away into the arms of my abusive ex, I realized he was abusive, I ran to my brother, Jee slipped under the water during the blackout, I ran to the other side of the country. My brother isn't like that.”

“No he's accepting and adorable and funny as hell and looks at others as if they hung the moon.” Tommy replied, shaking his head. “I'm scared I'm not enough for him. That one day he's going to look at me and realize that he deserves better, that I'm not this cool guy he keeps saying I am, that I'm cracked and bumped and bruised. That he shouldn't be wasting his time.”

“You're really good for him, you look at him like he hung the moon.” Maddie replied, “Nobody else has given him the same courtesy. You care. Evan has such a big heart, I went radio silent on him for three years and he still sent me Christmas cards. A representation of his hope for reconnection I guess,” she met Tommy's eyes, “don't run. You know, I'm no doctor-”

“Evan said you were an ER nurse that's close enough.”

“See you listen to him, most people get annoyed by him without listening. What you think you're suffering from, what you're experiencing, there's no cure.”

Tommy laughed, “No?”

“No.”

“And what do you think it is?”

“It's Love Tommy.”

“I-”

“You love me?” Evan was looking at him with wide blue eyes. Holding on to never ending depths and sparkling like a diamond.

Don't run.

“Yeah. I do.”

Evan kissed him, “I love you too.”

[all-pacas]

compared to their canon counterparts, did houseswapped! fall in love hard and quick? and was cameron more or less in denial about her feelings?

Yes and yes.

There's a few differences inherent to the AU. We've talked before about how Chase is different, even before his accident: he's starting in his late thirties, not late twenties; he never had House and Diagnostics and a place/mentor he was really attached to, felt like he fit in and would do anything to stay in. He's lonelier, more isolated: he never had his later friendships with 13 or Park or his friendship with Cameron (and a lesser extent Foreman).

And a lot of this applies to Cameron, too. Her career has been a success, but… she's also a decade older, right? She didn't have House and Diagnostics to thrive in/learn from/fixate on. We don't talk about her character development enough, but Cameron changes a lot from her time in Diagnostics, she leaves a much more confident, assured person. She's really cheerful in S4-5 in a way she wasn't often in S1-2, where she was more pensive and overly-serious. I don't think in this AU she'd be as isolated and lonely as Chase, because Cameron actually is good at connecting to others; I think she has friends in the ER and maybe dated TB guy for a while and is great at pretending to be well adjusted… but she doesn't have that confidence in herself and her convictions. Cameron's also… kind of a person who wants relationships, who defines herself pretty heavily through love and men and romance, for good or ill. In this AU, she's gone through her thirties alone. Her husband's been dead fifteen years at least. She can't cling to him as an excuse the way she did when she was barely thirty. She also can't cling to her love of House as something selfless and real and as a substitute for an actual relationship.

In the AU, She and Chase were colleagues in the sense that they knew one another and worked in the same hospital, but they didn't have that kind of overlap or years of friendship/working together/seeing one another every single day, either. There's no let's be FWB because it's convenient: when they started their relationship, it was always a relationship. I think he asked her out because Chase has no problems doing that, and Cameron agreed because she's lonely and not fixated on anyone else and can always ghost him after the date if it sucked, and it didn't suck, and so… they did it again. There was no meth sex or fwb denial or anything; they were dating. Cameron didn't have a chance to play relationship chicken. There was no wanting more/not wanting to admit feelings. It was always a relationship.

Chase probably still did his Chase thing and fell harder and faster because he's even more starved for intimacy and affection, and Cameron… I think she kind of got off on that a little. She got to have the emotional control of the relationship, to be the more experienced one, getting all the benefits of being adored without having to be completely vulnerable in return. Which isn't to say she didn't care, or was a bad girlfriend, but she's still going to be reserved and afraid and the extra time and loneliness makes it worse, because how can this be happening now? Can it really last?

But it was their honeymoon period, any problems (Chase's inability to open up when things bother him, as another example) are easily overlooked, it hasn't been that long… and then the accident happened. Their divorce was bad enough in canon, and that's with them knowing one another and their flaws inside and out. Cameron and Chase's biggest problem was always that they have wildly opposite reactions to difficult situations — she runs, he feels rejected and gives up; he shuts her out, she feels rejected and gives up — and now compound it with them just learning these things. Cameron doesn't know why Chase won't talk to her anymore. Chase is only now learning about her savior complex and maybe even the details of her dead husband. It was messy.

[capitaletele]

Ziggy et l'agent secret au Naziland

Oh oh ooohhhh!!

This one is definitely not something I ever envisaged, and I love Guard/Maid so much it's hard to imagine anything else tbh, but here is a little something of how I think their meeting might go! :p

[Omg this got much longer than I thought it would 🤣 I would rate this Mature but for drugs, not sex, FYI.]

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Ziggy's just wiped the last remnants of his line off the counter when the bathroom door bangs open, hitting the wall and making him jump halfway out of his skin.

It's not like he's particularly afraid of being caught—about half the staff here are on something, and definitely more than half the patrons, from what he's seen so far, and no one seems worried about the police raiding the place, obviously—but depending on who's coming in, it might not give a great first impression, and he really needs this job to work out, now that he's burnt his bridges with the record store and the rest of his underground life—obviously there is a certain vintage cool to doing coke in a club bathroom he also doesn't want to look like he needs it to do his job, so—

But it's only Zero's beefy security guard, the one with the nice long curly hair. He throws Ziggy a cursory glance and steps into the room, swinging every cubicle door open and checking inside, and then he brings his wrist to his mouth and says "Clear" into some kind of device that he's got tucked in there just like in the movies.

Ziggy sniffs and the guy looks back at him.

"No one's here," Ziggy says, which is very stupid because the guy definitely already knows that by now, but he can't stop himself from saying stupid shit on his best day so it's not like he's going to start now, not with the way his lips are tingling and his leg is twitching and his thoughts are jittering around in his head. like it's one of those antique pinball machines.

"Security check," the guard says, which is delightfully redundant and makes Ziggy nod seriously anyway.

"Definitely nothing nefarious or illegal to report here!" he says, trying for serious and probably missing by a fucking mile, but he still tries to look cool and composed, leaning against the counter with his hips pushed out, because man he's getting a little bit horny now, there's a bit of bass coming through the floor from the club below and he's about to go do a set for the most powerful people in the country and there's a frankly pretty hot guy right there in this little space with him—just one of those would have been enough to put him in the mood, let's face it, a stiff breeze does it most days and it's so windy up here in the high levels, what's up with that anyway—

"Haven't seen you here before," the guy says, cutting through the static of Ziggy's thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I haven't seen you here before. You new?" The guy is looking at Ziggy with a serious business face now, like it just occured to him that he should investigate him the same way he just investigated the bathroom.

"Very astute," Ziggy nods. He licks his lips, taping his nails on the porcelain sink along with the rollicking rhythm shaking the floor, a very pleasant feeling, tatatak tatatak tatatak tatatak, very nice.

"Who hired you?" the guard asks, and Ziggy's gearing up to tell him his whole life story, honestly, and that would probably make them both late but he doesn't know if he could stop once he gets started, so it's really convenient that as soon as he says "You know Sadia?" the guard cuts him off with a raided hand. Nice, long fingers.

"Fine, yeah, don't want to know," he says, which, okay, seems weird for a guy whose whole entire job should be to know stuff, but whatever.

"I haven't seen you around either," Ziggy realizes out loud. "And that's weird because I've seen a lot of people, like, are you one of the literal handful of law enforcement types in this town who don't moonlight at the underground clubs or the rave pit or the red district over on Block 17?"

"Er," the guy says—Ziggy should try to find out his name, it's pretty rude that they've been standing here for whole minutes and he hasn't even asked—he's pretty rusty at the flirting thing but this new career move should really help because who's hotter than the DJ? Nobody, that's who.

Oops, the guy was talking this whole time and Ziggy definitely didn't catch any of it.

"—kept pretty busy, too," he's saying when Ziggy tunes back in.

"Well, if you're ever interested in some extra, tax-free cash, I could—" he's about to say 'introduce you' when he remembers that he's left all that behind, all the club owners who knew him and the bouncers who let him in without patting him down—or just enough—and the other regulars he always made plans to catch up with in the daytime but never did. And Marie-Jeanne.

It's hard to remember why he left, suddenly, and a wave of unease washes over him, tightening his chest and making his mouth bitter. But hey, it'll pass, it's just the blow, he just needs to keep his mind off it.

"I could give you a few names," he keeps going. "Guy like you? You'd be very popular with the boys, the ladies, and the everything in-between, do wonders for your love life, a little side-job downstairs, on the downlow."

The guy scratches his throat, adorably uncomfortable at the once over Ziggy gives him, lingering on the nice broad chest under the black coat that must feel super stifling indoors.

"Noted," the guy says, and then, "I don't think I'll need that any time soon, but thank you."

Very polite.

"You're welcome," Ziggy says politely as well, because his mom raised him well, and even throws in a salute—the guy isn't currently military, but Ziggy hasn't yet met a law enforcement or private security type who wasn't in the army during the War so it's a pretty safe bet—maybe those nice strong fingers have actually killed someone, and isn't that terrifying and/or hot, Ziggy hasn't really settled on one.

"I have to—" the guy says, nodding back to the door.

"I don't suppose I can interest you in a quick bathroom blowjob before you go?"

The guys flushes crimson—very cute—and shakes his head, which Ziggy would be a little more dejected by if he didn't start regretting making the offer the second it came out of his mouth—the taste in his mouth is still sort of there, the weird metallic fear-taste that would probably not pair well with dick, plus he still needs to swing by the office and sign his contract with Jenny or Julie or whoever he was on his way to see when he ducked in here for a quick pick-me-up and got well and truly sidetracked.

"Look, I'm flattered, but—"

"Yeah, no, I thought so, don't worry about it," Ziggy says, shooing the guy off with a flappy hand, layering his send-offs to make sure he's got the right one in there. "No offense! See you around! Duty calls! Maybe next time! "

A gust of bass and actual melody bursts through the door and gets muted again when it flaps closed, and then Ziggy's alone with his reflection again. Showtime, he thinks. His hair looks awesome, and if there's bags under his eyes from his recent sleepless nights he doesn't think anyone will notice from his perch on the raised platform.

MJ would have—that thought gets squashed mercilessly before it has time to bite. Choices were made. Today is the first day of the rest of his life, and MJ just didn't—No. Another squashed thought.

He fumbles a hand into his pocket and grabs the baggie. There's a little left which he was going to keep in case of a mid-set slump or maybe a post-set celebration, but maybe he should just do it now and chase these mosquito-thoughts away before they get too distracting.

Yes, that's what he's going to do. Just another line, a small one, just to top himself off. That's what he needs, and then the night awaits.

The first day of the rest of his life.

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[the-guilty-writer]

Okay hang on wait I have a timeline question. Okay, so it’s established there is about 1 year between RR jointing the bureau & the show beginning.

The first installment within the show is Gideon leaving, which is 3x01

Reid and RR are married at this point.

The next is Rossi’s introduction episode, which is a few episodes after (is it 3x14? It might be 3x14)

This installment discusses RR and Reid’s wedding anniversary (er, proposal anniversary). It talks about it with the air of it being at least a 2 year tradition. IMO.

We can vaguely assume the season’s are a year each, based both in Elle’s having been there a year after she leaves in season 2, and Jack turning 4 in season 4, after being born in S1.

SO, exactly how long DID RR and Reid know each other when they got together? And how long were they together before they got married?

The answer is not long enough in my opinion, but it's because I wasn't smart enough to put together a timeline before I started writing the series.

I didn't think it through and made a (sort of) mistake by saying that they got married before the show started and it crunched the timeline of their relationship between meeting and mairrage to about a year.

To draw it out the longest, we can say that Reid joined the BAU in October of 2003, right after he turned 22, and RR joined the BAU in late February/early March 2004 (approximately 20 weeks apart from one another).

It's already established that Morgan ships them (in The First Case when he tells Reid to wake her up) and Spencer absolutely has a crush on her (he gets flustered by Morgan's comment). If we're being honest we all know that Gideon is trying to set them up. So I'd imagine that Morgan really pushes Spencer into asking her out fast.

So they probably go on their first date by the end of March 2004.

With their jobs there isn't a whole lot of time for dating in the traditional sense and they're already with one another all the time because of work. The phase of only going on established "dates" with specific plans and time frames would be short-lived because it simply isn't feasible with their lives.

They'd skip to the phase where they hang out at one another's apartments after work, grab quick dinner together after a case, and "the metro doesn't run this late. you can just stay over" part of their relationship fast. It's the most practical way for them to spend time together outside of work. By mid-May 2004 they both have keys to one another's places.

They're practically living together, but I think both of them would feel like they were rushing so they'd put it off actually moving in with one another depite the fact that they're just splitting their lives and belongings between two seprate apartments.

This is when I imagine the chain reaction of events takes place that begins to really force speed.

At the end of August/beginning of September 2004 something happens. I imagine Spencer's mom's care fees rise, and while Spencer has the money, it's still stressful for him. RR finds out because Spencer can't hide anything from her (she can't hide anything from him either), and she suggests they move in together to lessen the financial burden. So they move in together.

Their relationship has been serious since the beginning, but now it feels even more serious.

At the end of October 2004, something happens on a case and RR lands in the hospital in pretty bad condition. Rossi is overseas for some book thing, so Gideon is the power of attorney for RR, but he's still chasing after the unsub with the rest of the team. Spencer wants to stay with her, but because of laws, the doctors won't tell Spencer about her condition and he is loosing his mind.

She pulls through and she's going to be fine (other than the fact that she'll be on desk duty for a few weeks which will drive her bonkers) but Spencer is absolutely not fine. He was terrified having to sit around knowing nothing until Gideon and Hotch got there.

RR comes home on Halloween and that day Spencer proposes the idea of getting married for legal purposes. It makes sense from a logistics standpoint- it would give them both power of attorney, tax benefits, and if something were to happen to Spencer then RR could make sure everything goes towards Diana's care, etc.

RR says yes, but it's a hesitant yes.

Because of Rossi's three failed mairrages, RR does keep putting off the paperwork though, and Spencer understands her hesitation. They have moved fast and they're young and neither of them had great examples of healthy relationships growing up.

They're coming up on months of "engagement" and RR is still hesitant, but then... Boston. March 2005.

RR was with Hotch when it happened and Spencer was with Gideon. They're in two separate locations and all the information that is being relayed is that a BAU agent is dead. RR is losing her shit because all she can think about is how she's put off marrying the love of her life (even if it is just for legal reasons, because this is the excuse they make all the time) and now he might be dead.

When they get home the team is given time off and Spencer and RR get married. She wasn't going to hyphenate her name before, but she is now and Spencer secretly loves it.

So the answer is about a year between the time they meet and the time they get married! I don't think this is entirely compliant with everything I've written so far, but it takes up the most time.

The show starts in late September 2005 so by the time the show starts Spencer and RR would have been mairred for about 6 months!

[deathofacupid]

would you love me if i were a worm? | peter parker

summary: you ask peter a very, very serious question.

warnings: nothing! (reader goes by rose sometimes... like a pet-name?)

pairing: frat!peter x bimbo reader

word count: 0.7k+ words

a/n: i honestly had so much fun writing intellectual, i wanted to add more to this little bimbo!verse! this trend feels like such a cute, bimbo-y thing, so i put it on here! (in no way is use of "bimbo" meant to be a patriarchal stereotype. please do not take it offensively, this is a work of fiction.)

M.LIST | RULES/REQUESTING | ABOUT ME

you're scrolling through your instagram reels, trying to pass your time. you're snuggled against peter - he's nice and warm - and lazily draped against him.

his arm has lost feeling at this point, but he couldn't care less, he's totally happy with it. being close to and loved by you is the best thing he could ever ask for. peter's lost a lot in his life, but you'll never be one of them.

he has his head laying on top of yours, tapping away at his laptop. peter's been busy with spider-man, to the point where the essay that is due tomorrow completely slipped his mind. he's trying to multitask since he hasn't spent that much time with you lately.

he's struggling, typing with one hand, but it's worth it.

you swipe to the next video using your freshly painted nails (they're a nice shade of pink, topped with a glitter coat). what's playing is a girl talking to her boyfriend; you can't hear the audio, but there a subtitles. the girl poises a very important question:

what would he do if she were a worm? would he love her still?

which leads you to think, what would peter do if you were a worm?

would he still love you?

or would he give you away? throw you into the dirt? would he step on you?

you gasp at the thought, and peter turns to look at you. "you good?" he doesn't look nor sound especially concerned, but the look in his eyes gives it away.

"petey?" you ask, eyes wide and wet.

"yeah, rose?"

"would you still love me if i were a worm?"

he's about to burst into laughter, he really is, but with one more look at you, he realizes that's not a great idea. the way you're looking up at him, expectant and weary, almost like you're afraid of his answer has him rubbing your shoulder, a chuckle slipping out.

if it's even possible, your eyes widen more. "you wouldn't?" eyes glossed over, lips pouted, he wishes he could take that stupid little chuckle back. he doesn't like the way you're tearing up, even if it's for a reason like this.

peter doesn't get fazed by much, he's spider-man, but watching you cry is number one on his list.

peter thinks it a silly question; he'd love you if you were a damn rock.

you're so gorgeous like this (not the crying), he can't help but think. with your hair in soft curls, satin hugging your figure. the curve of your lashes, how you blink up at him.

god, he's so happy he's with you.

"of course i would," peter says quickly, realizing he's been quiet a moment too long.

"really?"

"yeah," by the look on your face, it's not enough. "uh, i'd love you still."

"you'd carry me around with you?"

"sure. i'd figure out how to give you a cute pink bow, we could tie it around your waist- er... around you. and buy you a little dollhouse, you could use the rooms."

peter's committed now, and your eyes aren't welling with tears anymore.

"can it be a, like, pink dollhouse?" you ask, softly, voice moist from tears.

"with glitter," he adds, "and if we can't find a nice enough one for you, that's absolutely perfect... i'll make you one myself."

"oh my god, really?"

"anything for my favorite lady. in fact, i'd get you the finest food too. top notch- top notch whatever-it-is-that-worms-eat food."

peter's so glad none of his frat brothers are seeing this, he would've died of mortification. but here, in this room, where it's just the two of you - peter doesn't have a care in the world.

"and, y'know what? i think i'd even find you a pink little louis-v bag. that's right, my rose." he's spewing facts right now, he'd do all this. well, maybe not the bag. the two dollars in his bank account might not work out great with that.

but you don't have to know that part, it's fine.

"i'd read your, uh- fashion magazines and stuff to you. show you the pictures and everything," he loves the smile you have on right now.

"you'd be the most beautiful worm there is," he finishes.

"awww. i'd love you if i was a worm too," you say, nuzzling your nose against his.

"i've got no doubt, rose."

it's not all a lie though, hypothetical or not. he's made a promise to never leave your side, worm or not.

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[st0rmyskies]

Couples cross between HSH canon and LMTCOY in the following. Under the cut for length. Without further ado...

Malon and Time

Malon's a hard-workin' gal who has a business to manage. She also gets a healthy amount of exercise just in her day-to-day work, so by the time the sun is down and she's winding down for the night, she is only one mug of tea away from a solid sleep. When they lived together there were many nights when Time would need to scoop her off of the couch to bring her up to bed. It was always easier than trying to get her to go up on her own; Malon could be rather ornery when he tried to talk her up to bed.

Time is, predictably, our nighttime worrier. No amount of tea or melatonin or stretching or pre-bedtime exercise or even alcohol can get this man to sleep properly. Insomnia is part of his earthly penance, he supposes. So he's commonly awake at night either quietly watching over his bed-partner or lying with his eye closed trying not to count each second as it passes.

Warriors and Time

Warriors has some serious beauty rest that he needs to attend to on a nightly basis. He has a whole routine most nights between topical skincare, supplements for hair skin and nails, an eye mask if he's feeling a little puffy, and so on. When he's spending his nights alone on the second floor, he usually spends a solid 20-25 minutes on that routine and then lies down on his satin pillowcases and, sometimes, just stares at the ceiling for hours. There's a lot of things to contemplate in the quiet of nighttime in the townhouse, unfortunately, especially for our Guard drop-out from a decorated military family.

On those nights that he spends on the third floor, Warriors purposely wears himself out so he can sleep soundly.

Wild and Time

Wild has done nothing wrong, ever, in his life. Even after healing from the events of HSH1, he's never been affected very much by night terrors and the like. He likes to sleep sprawled out on top of a lover, and Time makes a fabulous hot rock for this chilly little lizard. He's infamous for falling asleep during movie time, too, unless he's snacking at the same time.

Twilight and Wild

Unfortunately, the older Twilight gets, the more likely he is to lie awake at night fretting. The poor kid has a lot to worry about, though: the intense disapproval of his parents for the lifestyle he leads, fears of the dangers of living in Time's house, friend drama, and the like. At least when Wild is sleeping on top of him, it's a bit like a security blanket that helps lull him to sleep. Twilight does, unfortunately, snore.

Twilight and Champion

Anon nailed it. These two both lie awake for hours and hours, staring at the ceiling in tense silence. As they become more and more comfortable with one another, though, you'll start seeing those great late-night questions. "What do you think the meaning of life is?" "If you could do your childhood over, what's the one thing you'd change?"

Twilight and Dark

Dark will, on occasion, suffer from insomnia. And when he does, he gets really shitty about it. He'll stay up indulging in any vice he can until it wears himself out enough to get back to sleep. When he has a bed partner, though, Dark is usually out within 15-20 minutes. Having company makes him feel safe enough to sleep soundly. He doesn't snore, but Dark is definitely a drool-er.

Legend and Hyrule

Day in and day out, Hyrule sees the horrors of mankind play out in the theatre of the hospital. He has his nose to the grindstone so fucking hard that by the time he gets home in the evenings, the moment he's horizontal he's going to pass OUT. He's tied with Sky now for the Most Naps in Inopportune Places in the Townhouse after taking a snooze at the kitchen table once. It isn't unheard of for him or Sky to climb into the chaise lounge with one another, in fact, because naps are always better with company.

Legend, on the other hand, tends to lie awake and contemplate the mysteries of the universe. One of his favorite late night self-flagellation activities in fact is to lie awake and scrape at his memory for details about Koholint, or about his childhood. So many memories have been damaged by trauma shut-down and by a briefly self-destructive lifestyle that he has to work hard to recall things about himself.

Sky and Sun

Sky is, as mentioned, a champion napper. ESPECIALLY with company. However, some of that comes from an inability to achieve a good night's sleep, believe it or not. Sky is plagued by night terrors that, on occasion, will prevent him from getting any sleep at all. Visions of his past in the Guard, the things he himself has done, and nightmares about demons rising from fissures in the earth have haunted him for a long time now. That's why he always seems tired; he needs to make up for that beauty rest when and where he can during the day.

Sun can sleep soundly, with or without company. She's used to having a massive king-sized bed all to herself, so even in Sky's company she tends to starfish across the bed at a certain point in the night. Not the most comfortable for her bed-partner, not that Sun is awake enough to realize it. She's also not necessarily a morning person, although she has to be up with the sun each day to complete her devotions.

Four and Shadow

Of the dynamic duo, Four is generally an insomniac whose brain runs miles per minute -- all up until he has Shadow's company in bed. Sleeping with someone else brings Four comfort, not that he'd ever admit that aloud. It's nice to know that someone has his back, alright?? Four prefers to sleep between his bed partner and the wall, burrito'd up as firmly as he can get with his face tucked against their arm so he knows that they're there.

Shadow might talk a big game, but he definitely experiences The Horrors behind his eyelids at night. He'll commit to two, maybe three hours of sleep before That's It. He'll lie awake all night scrolling mindlessly through his phone, bookmarking stupid things to share with Four as soon as he wakes up. When they're not sharing a bed, he'll send them via messenger all night long. Hence Four has to keep his phone on silent. If Four doesn't wake up to more than 25 messages, he's usually calling Shadow to see what's up.

What about Wind?

Wind is one of those who will walk away from his computer only when he cannot physically keep his eyes open any longer. So yes, when he hits the bed he's typically out in like 3 minutes. He sleeps on top of the covers or without covers with his hoodie pulled up over his head, usually face-down with his arms stretched out on either side of him. That boy loves his space.

Turning this into a “rank the boys” today because How True. Where do you think your fav couples fall?

[rarepears]

Gasp! The OnlyFans AU! I just had a thought! So, in a lot of fics, I see that YQY and SJ are basically SY's brothers in another life. So if we apply that here... if SJ was so startled to see someone crash land in his backyard, and somehow, forgot about his camera being on and he tried to check on LQG and flashed a side view of his face, would SY's brother start getting weird messages from randos or a freaked out visit from SY who ultimately doesn't say anything about this (SY is also YQY'S brother, so some bad habits are passed along) so when someone off the street or in a Serious Meeting suddenly blurts out a question that they obviously didn't mean to say to the Shen Family's Second Son about whether he has an OnlyFans streaming, not paying, account.

So now SJ has to try to tell everyone that he doesn't stream videos when his side profile /perfectly/ matches and maybe YQY takes a look to see why people keep insisting his little brother is an OnlyFans streamer. THAT IS HIS BROTHERS FACE WTF! And on some of the pics/vids, when his ankle is displayed, maybe he has a little beauty mark. Just. Like. His. Brother. Cue YQY losing his mind and desperately trying to find out if SJ somehow, with their insanely wealthy family, needs money. Even in another world, YQY assumes the worst. This time, SJ didn't even do anything! Nothing that could be misconstrued. Except for himself in another world, pandering to foot fetishists.

Meanwhile, in another world, SJ cannot get rid of this cultivator who insists on taking responsibility when HE'S the one who barged onto private property and started yelling about impropriety when he woke up before randomly proposing???

P.S. did tumblr eat my ask about Hibari being LXC's twin AU? Or did it not spark joy?

Omfg what a twist o.o

Hm, would Shen Yuan be able to recognize that face as his er-ge if the guy is wearing long hair and has more delicate facial features - lets say it's because of the lack of nutrients and insert some other bullshit xianxia explanations about being a Yin cultivator - coupled with the very different "personality" being shown? Maybe Shen Yuan might take rapid fire screenshots because the "girl" is so pretty" and then he accidentally sends the pics to the wrong number... ahaha I TOTALLY DID NOT MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU DA-GE, IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO TO MEI MEI DELETE DELETE DELETE.

Too late. The messages already show "read" from da-ge. Damnit.

I guess the most reasonable explanation is that er-ge just has a look-alike. It's common enough -  scientists believe every person has roughly SIX doppelgangers out there. But it's still a fun thing to tease er-ge about.

However, now... if da-ge is feeling a little tired or he finds some free time... well... why not watch his didi's doppelganger having tea and being happy in a picturesque meadow on Onlyfans? Ahem, it's a bit awkward site to go to when his reasons for watching are perfect innocuous, but well, *insert shrug*.

More in the #shen jiu gets a thirsty onlyfans system so he never goes to cang qiong au

[ellayuki]

28022022 - Fairy Tail: 100 Years Quest

waking nightmare (i'll scorch the world for your smile)

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 102! TW FOR BLOOD AND SERIOUS INJURIES!

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Natsu gets there in time to see Wendy's bowed head shake, and the scent of Lucy's blood makes his head spin.

No. There's a drumbeat in his ears (is it his frantic heart? is it the rage that roars to life? is it... he doesn't know, he doesn't-), and as he steps closer, his eyes catch on the pink mark of Lucy's Guild mark, just barely visible by Wendy's knee.

"Lucy?" he asks, and there's something. Something that makes this whole thing feel like stepping into a nightmare he's had a hundred times. "Wendy, is Lucy-"

But the rest of his words get caught in his throat when the girl's head snaps around and wide, terrified eyes meet his own. The world slows down around him. "Natsu-san..."

"Natsu..." he hears, barely a breath that he only catches by luck over the white noise in his head.

And just like that, he's stepped close enough to see.

Because he has to see, he has to, Lucy is, she's-

Her eyes are barely open, and her lips are moving slowly (saying his name, soundless, over and over), and her chest is-

There's

So much blood

So much

"Lucy-"

He takes another step.

And then.

He sees.

And he's thrown back, suddenly, viciously, to that moment.

His knees hit the ground and he can't breathe, he can't-

Lucy's arm is-

The arm with the marked hand is-

Shaking fingers reach for her. There's so much blood, and he can see- There's two Lucys on the ground in front of him, both bloody, both missing an arm, both…

Both with a pained smile on their faces as they struggle to draw another breath, as they still struggle to reassure…

Bile rises in his throat.

He can't-

"Do something," he says, and he doesn't recognize his own voice. A third Lucy overlays the first two, less bloody, but also even less breathing, laying mostly naked in an dilapidated basement in a crumbled town, surrounded by the broken remains of a chair. "Do something." There’s a string in his chest pulled so tight it could snap any second now, and Natsu doesn’t know what will happen when -if?- it does.

Wendy's crying, her hands shaking. "I can't," she starts, and no. Fuck no. He won't have that.

"DO SOMETHING!"

Wendy hiccups. "I managed to patch up the wound in her chest, but the arm..." She stops, sobs like the child that she is, and it makes something crack and shatter inside Natsu's chest. "I don't have enough magic anymore to save the arm.  I don't think I have any more to even seal the wound so she'll stop bleeding, I-"

"Take mine," Natsu says, eyes not leaving the three Lucy's in front of his eyes. "Drain mine for all I care, just-" At last, he manages to tear his eyes away just enough to look at Wendy again, pleading. "Wendy."

"Don't." It's so faint, but he can still hear it. "You need to- Don't. It's too-"

And just like that, his attention is fully back on Lucy, and it’s just the one again in front of his eyes, the real, flesh and bones one, though the echoes of the other two threaten to drown him. “Lucy, we have to help you, okay? Wendy will fix you, you’ll see. And I’ll help, so just-”

Lucy, because she’s as stubborn as Natsu himself is (more so, in his opinion), shakes her head, just a little, her eyes closed. “You have to-'' she breathes, swallows, starts again. “Save your strength. ‘ere’s more enemies, you need to-”

“I’ll kill them all, there won’t even be ashes left of them when I’m through,” Natsu vows, his blood boiling hotter and hotter with every word. “But first, shut up and let us heal you.”

And as he says it, he stretches one of his hands to his fellow dragon slayer. “Please.”

Wendy takes a shaky breath, wipes the sweat and tears off her face. “I don’t think I can save her arm, it’s probably too late for that but…” The magic at her fingertips flares brighter for a second, then flickers. “Natsu-san, you could.” She hesitates, for a blink, weighing her words. “You could cauterise the stump, make the bleeding stop.”

That- He remembers the smell of Lucy’s skin burning, blistering under the heat of his flames, faintly, like it’s more the memory of a dream, but it’s enough to turn his stomach. “I don’t-”

But Wendy grabs his fingers tight enough to hurt. “It’s the only way. Right now, it’s the only way.”

And fuck, okay. If it’s the only way, Natsu will do it, even if the one thing he’s never wanted was to ever hurt Lucy with his fire.

With trembling fingers, he tilts Lucy’s head towards him, as gently as he can, and bends down to press his forehead to hers. “Hey, Lucy?”he says, and his voice shakes as hard as his hands. “This is gonna hurt for a bit longer, but then you’re gonna be fine, okay? Wendy’s gonna make sure of it. Me, too. Okay?”

Lucy sniffles quietly, and he can feel her nod against him. “Mn. Okay. Okay. ‘trust you.” And that damn pained but reassuring hint of a smile is still lurking at the corner of her lips. “Always trust you.”

Natsu inhales deeply, as steady as he can, and reaches a hand over to just below Lucy’s shoulder, cupping the wound and trying not to think about the wetness drenching his palm. He keeps his forehead against Lucy’s as he summons white-hot flames, doesn’t look away from her face.

And he can only pray that someday, hopefully, his nightmares won’t be about her blood on his hands, or her skin melting under his heat, or her screams shattering both his eardrums and his already cracked heart.

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Nine // Wanda Maximoff

chapter eight | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter ten

author’s note: a bit late with the update today, my bad. I’m just very exhausted lol. Hope you like it though! bit beefy, just how i like it 😂

I should have realised Wanda would be a handful after literally grabbing my arse less than a metre away from her fiancé.

The final straw came when we were sat together at a table, talking to a guest who wanted to know more about the wedding plans. Y/B/N had left Wanda alone for the remainder of the evening for God knows what reason, so I was left to babysit her and make sure she didn't do anything stupid. Of course, drunk Wanda was also disobedient as well as truthful and clingy.

As the woman we were sat opposite was talking about her own wedding – the first of three, apparently – Wanda's hand kept playing with mine under the table. I shot her a serious look before slapping it away gently. That wasn't enough though, as several times after, she continued to play with my fingers and intertwine hers in mine.

Not wanting to draw attention, I pushed Wanda's hand under her thigh with hopes she'd keep it there and stop fussing. I didn't think she was even listening to the woman and the story of her wedding dress debacle, as she was leaning on the palm of her hand and watching with boredom.

At one point, just when I thought Wanda was finally behaving, I felt her hand rest on my thigh, creeping up dangerously higher. Clenching my jaw to contain both the arousal and frustration I was feeling, I flicked my foot against hers before stuffing her hand under her thigh again. Glancing at her, she was smiling innocently in my direction.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" the woman stopped mid-talk, looking to Wanda.

Wanda straightened up in her seat, flashing the woman a bright smile. "Yes. But if I may ask–"

"Oh, no..." I mumbled, already internally facepalming.

"–don't you think my almost sister-in-law is very pretty?"

My head snapped to hers as I attempted to disguise my panic with a nervous smile. The woman looked between us, waiting patiently for Wanda to continue.

"Good looks runs in the family it seems," Wanda said, stretching her hand out to caress my cheek, but I immediately caught it before she could, chuckling awkwardly.

The woman found Wanda's behaviour funny as she nodded in agreement. "The Y/L/Ns are a very good looking family indeed. Especially your fiancé, dear. What a handsome man he is."

Wanda hummed in agreement, but her eyes were only focused on me. Under any other circumstances, I would have appreciated how cute she was and been touched at her words, but now wasn't that time.

"My lovely almost sister-in-law is particularly drunk tonight I'm afraid," I spoke truthfully to the woman, offering an apologetic smile. "I should make sure she's okay."

"Of course," the woman said, nodding. "It was nice speaking to you both."

I smiled in response for both of us before leading Wanda away from the table and to an emptier-looking part of the room. Spinning around, I gave her a disapproving look.

"You can't say that," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Not here. Not now."

She licked her lips, wearing an enchanting smile, unbothered by our surroundings. "I can't help it. I'm so in love with you and you look irresistible tonight, milaya (darling)."

I sighed, my neck growing warm as she watched me with adoration. "Okay, I think it's time to call it a night."

"No, I want to stay," she whined, but I ignored her and turned around to think about how we could leave.

Once again, I felt her hand squeeze my butt and when I turned around to scold her, I saw my brother over her shoulder, approaching us. I forced a smile on my lips and glanced at her with a glare. She grinned in response before joining my side and facing my brother with me.

"Hey, how are you?" he asked when he stopped by us.

"Good," I answered for us both, afraid Wanda would say something suspicious.

He nodded, smiling a little. "Thanks for keeping Wanda company tonight."

Using that as my opportunity, I said, "Yeah, about that. She's kind of drunk, so I think I'm going to take her home."

"Oh," he said with realisation. "I don't mind taking it from here."

I pursed my lips, desperately trying to think of a reason to stay with her. Thankfully, I didn't have to.

"How scandalous of you to want to me somewhere after hours with nobody else around," Wanda poked fun, attempting to make him feel uncomfortable. It worked.

"Oh, no– I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly, flushing at her insinuation. "Never mind." Looking to me, he added, "You should take her home and make sure she's okay. Maybe stay with her until her family gets home so you don't have to head home yourself."

I nodded, ignoring the proud smile on Wanda's lips. "Okay, see you later."

As I led Wanda outside the house and towards the carriages parked outside, I gave her a grateful look.

"Good thinking back there."

She chuckled. "He's so easy to manipulate."

"Not nice," I said, but couldn't stop the amused smile from playing on my lips.

The two of us got in the back of the carriage after I gave the driver her address and settled in. Wanda was quick to tilt my head towards her and connect our lips, but I pulled back quickly, making her frown.

"You've been very frustrating this evening," I said with a warning tone. "We get home and you get to bed. That's it."

"Well, that hardly seems fair," she said with a shake of her head. "I believe I behaved."

I tried not to laugh. "In what world, love?"

She smiled widely, eyes darting to my lips. "Some alternate universe."

"Smooth," I played along, before facing forward. "Sober up, dear. The ride isn't long."

When we reached her house, it was a struggle getting her to her bedroom, but it was an even bigger struggle getting her dressed. I managed to get her dress off, but she kept trying to kiss me as I tried to put her nightgown on. Between fits of laughter, she pushed my hands away and made me step back.

Hands on my hips, I stared down at her with a ghost of a smile on my lips. "Are you done? You can't just sleep in your bra and knickers."

She laughed, sat on the edge of her bed and looking up at me with tired eyes. "One kiss and I'll let you dress me."

"Definitely no." I shook my head. "We both know what happens after one kiss."

"When will there ever be an opportunity where we're alone together in my home?" she tried to make a point, but her accent was especially heavy, entwined with her drunkenness and making it harder to believe her logic.

I rested my hands on her shoulders and leaned my forehead on hers, staring into her eyes with amusement. "My beautiful love, you are drunk. We will not have sex when you're drunk."

Her hands tugged me closer by the waist as she smiled up at me. "But I know what I want. And I'm certain it's you."

"Not now," I repeated, removing her hands from my waist.

She pouted and I chuckled before kissing it away. Her tantrum seemed to tire her out as I was able to get her dressed after that, managing to tuck her under the covers.

"Stay with me," she mumbled, fingers clawing the air as a gesture for me to join her.

Nobody would be back for a while, I realised, and nobody was home.

"Fine," I gave in quickly, before kicking off my shoes and jumping into the bed beside her.

She grinned, snuggling into my side and breathing out contently. "Ya tak sil'no tebya lyublyu (I love you so much)."

I kissed the top of her head, holding her close and hoping she couldn't hear the rate of my heartbeat pick up. "I love you, too, Wanda."

We stayed like that, in each other's arms, until I sadly had to get up and leave her. She was asleep by the time her family returned, her face relaxed and without the constraints of reality. I smiled to myself, feeling overwhelmed with how much I was in love with her. I was lucky to have met her, I knew that much, but I was also unlucky to have met her under our circumstances.

As usual, I couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if we weren't in the wrong lifetime...

I kissed her once more, whispering an 'I love you' to her, before leaving the room and wondering if one day I might be able to stay under the covers with her, cuddling until I fell asleep, too.

—

"It won't take long, I just need to give him this," Wanda said nonchalantly, referring to the notebooks in her hand. "Then we can grab lunch."

I nodded and the two of us walked down the street until we located the Maximoff Publishing House. I'd been here a few times when visiting my brother and it always gave me a fuzzy warm feeling, my brain formulating daydreams where I could be published, too. But that's all they were – daydreams.

Wanda held the door open for me as I walked in and I gave her an appreciative smile before she followed after. She led the way to her brother's office at the back of the building and we passed several desks – editors, authors and other employees alike – before reaching it. Through the window, Wanda and I could see Pietro sat behind his desk, pen working away at some papers.

"Piet," Wanda called, knocking on the door.

He looked up and grinned, instantly motioning for us to come inside. I followed after Wanda and closed the door behind us before stopping in front of his desk.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you came!" he exclaimed, standing up and stretching out his hands ecstatically. "I didn't think you would if I'm being honest."

I tilted my head, bemused. "Er... pardon?"

"Piet, she doesn't–" Wanda started, making me look to her. She cut herself off with a sigh, massaging the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. "Oh, God."

"I'm not sure what's happening here," I said with an awkward chuckle, before taking the notebooks from Wanda's hand and dropping them on Pietro's desk, "but these are for you. Wanda said you left them at home."

He chuckled, pushing the notebooks to the side, before reaching into his top drawer and throwing some pages before me. "These are genius, Y/N."

My brows creased together with confusion as I lifted the pages, looking through them to see what had got him all happy. As my eyes skimmed the writing, my heart dropped. This was my writing.

"H-how did you get this?" I stammered, looking up at him.

His eyes flickered to Wanda and I immediately put the pieces together, my gaze falling to her. She smiled bashfully before avoiding my eyes. She'd given him my work without telling me? And she'd tricked me into coming here for this?

"I want to sign you," he stated, clasping his hands together. "Your work is amazing, arguably better than you brother's. You really undersold! And the fact that these are just excerpts means your actual completed work is even better. And I want it here at Maximoff Publishing."

My palms were sweaty as I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what. He wanted to sign me? Like, properly sign me?

"Y/N?" Wanda prompted, making me look her way. She watched with encouraging eyes, nodding to her brother.

I swallowed hard and looked to Pietro. "I'll have to think about it."

My family's reaction would not be kind, I knew that now. All my life I'd been hearing about how it was unladylike and unattractive for a woman to be a writer, how I should just leave the writing to Y/B/N. He was the writer and I needed to get over it because nobody would want to publish me. Yet, here we were.

"Y/N, what are you saying?" Wanda asked, resting a hand on my forearm to get my attention. "You've talked about being published for ages."

I was beginning to regret mentioning that silly fantasy to Wanda. If I'd known she was going to give my work to her brother, I never would have said anything.

"It's fine, Wan, she just needs time to mull it over," Pietro said dismissively, before smiling at me. "I do hope you'll decide soon though."

I forced a small smile his way before turning to leave. When I reached the empty hallway, Wanda was quick to run after me, tugging me backwards so I would face her.

"Why did you do that?" I asked instantly, frowning, feeling betrayed. "What made you think I wanted this?"

Her fingers touched mine gently as she looked between my eyes. "You've told me you wanted this. I know you want this."

I shook my head, letting go of her hand and stepping back. "I can't believe you took my work and gave it to him without asking. You shouldn't have done this, Wanda. You're making waves and–"

"You deserve this," she proclaimed sternly, silencing me. Her eyes were fiery as she stared hard. "You deserve to get the credit, too. Not just your brother. It's about damn time, Y/N."

My lips pressed together firmly as I held her stare, though she was winning as she told me everything I'd wanted to hear. Just once, somebody believed in me, but I was so used to hearing otherwise that it felt foreign.

"Pietro wants to help," she said, expression softening. "He recognises talent and you have it. Maybe I should have asked before giving him your work, maybe I shouldn't have. But I know that it was the only way to push you. You're so content accepting what other people want that you don't chase what you deserve."

Her passion and belief for my work warmed my heart to the core and I was certain that I'd never been more in love with her than I was now. She didn't have to care, but she did. For once, somebody did.

"Nobody will like this," I muttered, half-convinced but still worried about the drawbacks. "It could destroy your brother's career. It could backfire."

Wanda shook her head, stepping forward and resting a hand on my neck, thumb stroking the skin comfortingly. "He wouldn't take the risk if he didn't believe in you."

I placed my hand over hers, taking it between mine as I squeezed it gently, gratefully. I didn't know what else to say, since she'd countered all of my arguments. Everything apart from my family's reaction, which she couldn't control.

"I did this for you," she murmured, before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a hug. "For you to finally get what you deserve. So that you can make your own money and nobody can take it from you."

She paused as I returned her hug, though I was pondering her words, not knowing she felt that way. It sounded like she'd given this some thought. More than she was letting on.

"Especially if you get married," she added after consideration, and I pulled away, ready to say otherwise, but she closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, I know you don't like talking about it, but it needs to be said." She opened her eyes and I realised they were glassy with unshed tears. "I need you to be okay when it happens. I don't–" She sucked up a breath, smiling to relieve the tension, though it was full of pain. "I don't want some man owning you."

"Any money I make will belong to him anyway," I said, knowing she knew the world we lived in.

A downhearted chuckle escaped her lips. "You wouldn't allow that, Y/N, we both know that."

She wasn't wrong. But the thought of even being married to somebody that wasn't her made my heart crumble in my chest.

"Just think about it, okay?" she asked pleadingly. "Promise me you'll think about it? Properly?"

I nodded, reassuring her with a sad smile. "I will. I promise." She sighed with relief, tense shoulders relaxing. I continued quietly, "Thank you, Wanda. For all of this. For everything."

She nodded, before laughing to distract from the tear that slipped from her eye. I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do. She was so concerned about my future without her and it pained me to see. We never talked about it – an unspoken agreement – because it was too difficult to accept.

"Come on," she said, changing the subject. "Let's go get that lunch we came here for."

—

I hadn't made up my mind about the publishing deal, but I was starting to veer towards a 'yes'.

A few days passed since Pietro made the offer and I hadn't told anybody of it. Only Wanda knew and she hadn't brought it up since, clearly not wanting to pressure me into a decision which I appreciated. It made me realise that I really wanted this for myself. I deserved this for myself, even if I'd been taught otherwise.

It was those few days later when the Maximoffs came over for dinner and it was the first time I'd seen Pietro since he made me the offer. When he greeted me at the door, he smiled brightly.

"I assume you haven't made a decision," he noted.

"You assumed correctly," I said with amusement, though I could tell he really wanted to know.

"Very well," he said with a shrug. "I guess I'll just have to change your mind."

I quirked a brow, wondering what he meant by that, but he simply walked past me and into the living room. Wanda smiled at me next, squeezing my hand and greeting me with a hug.

"You okay?" she asked lowly, a hint of concern in her eyes.

"I'm good," I promised. "Are you?"

"Yes," she said with a small smile. Just like her brother, I could tell she wanted to know what I was thinking.

After our two families conversed in the living room for a while, dinner was served by our servants and we all took to the table to continue our chatter.

"So, Pietro," my father started, looking across the table to him. "How is business going at the publishing house?"

I should have known what he would do when he glanced at me with mischievous eyes.

"It's going great," he answered my father respectfully. "We've actually sought out a new author to add to the list of names we represent."

My eyes widened when I realised what he was doing.

"Oh, really?" my dad asked with surprise. "Who is he?"

Pietro looked in my direction and I forgot how to breathe. "It's actually your daughter, sir."

All eyes fell to me as I locked my gaze on the cutlery beside my plate.

"Y/N? You want to sign Y/N?" asked my dad for clarification.

"I do," he said with a grin, and my face was heating up the longer this conversation went on. "Wanda saw her work and thought I'd be interested. I am. I think she'd make a great fit at our publishing house. And if she has a manuscript to show us, then I'd love to publish it."

"You did this?" Y/B/N asked Wanda with raised brows, jealousy intertwined in his voice.

"Yes, I did," she answered, unaffected by his irritation. "She's really talented."

I risked glancing up, smiling at Wanda appreciatively. She nodded in response, the corner of her mouth lifting adorably, making my heart flutter.

"She really is," Pietro agreed, before looking to my dad who still seemed taken aback. "She probably got that from you. Writing seems to run in the family."

My dad looked at me across the table, his eyes softening. All of our conversations flashed to mind where he claimed he was discouraging me for my own benefit. But now, everything he'd thought wouldn't happen was. Would he still be against the idea?

"D'you really think she'd sell?" he finally spoke, looking to Pietro, and I couldn't contain the smile from my lips.

"Yeah, don't women struggle with their first book?" my brother asked, and when I examined his expression, I saw the distaste.

"I actually think she'd do really well...," Pietro began to explain, before going into a long rant about numbers and sales and past examples.

As he spoke, my brother got progressively more frustrated and I frowned, wondering why he couldn't be supportive like our parents were being. Did he want to be the only author in our family that bad? Or was he just afraid that I wouldn't help him with his own books anymore?

"Thank you for explaining all of that," my dad said once he was done. He smiled, impressed, looking to me. "I actually love the idea."

I felt lightweight when he said that. Things were actually starting to look up for me. My dad was actually supporting my passion and it was all I'd wanted to hear since I was a kid. Trying to hide my elation behind a smile, I took a sip of water. 

"Maybe Pietro is just trying to sweeten Y/N up so he can propose," Y/B/N suddenly said, making me choke on my water.

Looking to him with disbelief, he had a friendly smile on his lips, but I saw right through it.

"Y/B/N," Wanda scolded beside him. "Don't joke about that."

"Yeah, I can assure you that's not the case," Pietro added with a chuckle, unfazed by my brother's bitterness.

"I know that," I said reassuringly, before glaring at my brother. "You don't need to dignify him with a response, Pietro."

Changing the subject, my mother spoke up with a laugh. "Well, I think this is delightful. Y/N has always loved to write and I used to think it wasn't an appropriate future for a young woman, but if you are saying it could be, then I'm fully supportive of the idea."

I smiled at her, unable to believe she'd actually said that. She was the last person I thought would approve.

"Pietro has a good eye with these things," Oleg pointed out. "If he thinks it'll be successful, it will be."

My parents began to talk about how writing was something I'd loved for a long time, but I wasn't really listening because I felt overwhelmed with happiness. Pietro caught my eye, winking playfully, and I hoped he knew how grateful I was at what he'd done. Under the table, Wanda's fingers laced through mine and I didn't let go. Giving her a sideways glance, I thanked her with my eyes. She smiled widely and I tried very hard not to kiss her.

"...it's not the conventional route, but Y/N deserves it," my dad said, and I perked up with realisation.

"Maybe Wanda could break the conventional, too," I said, wanting to repay the brunette beside me.

"What do you mean?" she asked with furrowed brows.

I gave her a smile of disbelief. "Wanda, your art. It's stunning. Everything you create could easily sell for hundreds of pounds."

Her lips parted with surprise as she struggled to find words.

"That's not a bad idea, you know," Iryna said with thought. "Especially if Y/N's signing goes to plan."

Oleg groaned playfully, looking to my father. "This is happening so quickly... our girls are growing up, Y/D/N."

My dad chuckled alongside him as I stroked the top of Wanda's hand with my thumb. She squeezed it gently and I smiled to myself.

"You'll make tons of money," I said with certainty. "Your work is incredible, Wanda."

"I'll make enough money to support the both of us," Y/B/N said, doing a terrible job at hiding his frustration.

I looked over Wanda and to him with a hard stare and fake smile. "It's not even about the money to be honest. Maybe it's just about Wanda doing something she loves."

He nodded in agreement, though his eyes glared daggers at me. "I agree. And I won't stop her. But there's no need to sell her work. She can still practice her craft as usual. Heck, I'll even get her a studio."

I quirked a brow challengingly. "And what if she wants to sell it?"

Y/B/N clenched his jaw behind a forced smile. I ignored the warning look Wanda gave me in my peripheral and didn't dare look away from my brother's gaze. This was a side to him that I definitely didn't like.

My mum suddenly laughed to clear the air, but it was nervous and concerned. "Ah, sibling rivalry. Such playful nonsense."

"I believe the dessert is coming out now," my dad added, stealing the Maximoffs' attention away from my brother and I. "We're having soufflé."

With a final glare to my brother, I returned to eating. Any chatter of Wanda and I's potential careers ceased and my parents attempted to make the rest of the meal worthwhile.

As much as I wanted to be excited at the possibility of accepting Pietro's deal, especially since I had my parents' support, I couldn't help but think about what just happened with my brother. What was his problem?

When the meal ended, we all had some tea in the living room before bringing the evening to a close. At the door, we said our goodbyes to the Maximoffs and I was sure to thank Pietro.

"You didn't have to do that back there," I said as we shook hands, "but thank you. I think I know my answer now."

"Anything for my sister's best friend," he said with his signature charming smile. "And I hope it's what I think it is. Though, I suppose you won't tell me now."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not now."

"Soon, I hope." He nodded conclusively. "Have a good evening, Y/N."

Wanda shoved him out the way before I could respond before pulling me in for a hug. Pietro didn't seem offended as he gave me a knowing look over her shoulder. I stared back inquisitively, but got distracted when Wanda broke the hug, finding my eyes.

"You okay after what happened?" she asked gently, eyes subtly gesturing to my brother who was bidding her parents a goodbye.

"I'm okay," I reassured her with a smile. "Thanks for tonight."

She returned my smile. "Thank you. I think my parents actually took me seriously for a change."

"It's the least I could do," I told her, fully aware of everything she'd done for me.

Her smile widened, eyes flickering to my lips conspicuously. I shoved her gently, knowing what she was thinking and reminding her that we were in front of both of our families right now. She rolled her eyes playfully before stepping back.

"Such a handful," I mumbled jokingly.

When they left, the first thing Y/B/N did was storm off to his study. My parents exchanged glances before looking to me.

"Be nice," my mum warned.

"We'll see," I muttered under my breath, looking in the direction he'd gone.

Oh, was he about to get a piece of my mind.

[standbowed]

So casual…! So easy breezy…!

Despite her nerves, Hachi finds herself awestruck in the face of Osomatsu's lighthearted attitude (tipping a little with the friendly jostle to her shoulder). She's sure she's never in her life felt as confident as he looks to be in this moment. She watches, wide-eyed and trailing behind as he ambles forward with a grin, an easy step, and what seems to be an even easier string of remarks (brushing right past the fact that it is indeed illegal--illegal!! for her to place a bet--as if that doesn't even matter at all! As if the very act of noting aloud that no real people working the booths means they won't get caught doesn't immediately seal their fate of getting caught with an immediate and decisive swiftness--which is so the obvious outcome here just narratively speaking; punished for their hubris like Icarus flying too close to the sun!). No, Hachi knows the score here--knows the right answer, even if it kills her a little to look his gift-horse (har, har) of betting money in the mouth. As he puts in his own bet with practised ease (Is he a regular...?), she tries to steel her exceedingly nervous expression into something more firm and put-together, opens her mouth to kindly but firmly refuse--

--and gets whisked swiftly off-topic by the way he notes her name, but not the qualifiers she's put around it to course-correct! Aaagh, Osomatsu-saaaaan! Please listen to everything properlyyyy...!!

"No, no--like I said, my luck isn't anything special…!" Hachi says in a breathless rush, moving her hands a little more frantically this time as if the force of the gesture was the missing piece needed to make him understand. "I mean, one year in junior high, my classmates started patting the top of my head for good luck in the week leading up to the sports festival--er, before my sister told me they were just making fun of me and I should tell them to stop--" This last little aside is spoken in a bit more of a mumble, sheepish. "But it didn't actually do anything--I mean, we won a few of the games that year, but that's just because of everyone's best efforts, really...! And I've never drawn a 'Great Blessing' fortune slip even once in my life, you know? It's usually a 'Half-Blessing' if I get a decent fortune at all, I'm serious!"

Whew, that ought to be clear enough now, right...? Maybe too clear. She feels like she's said some unnecessary things, actually... Well, too late now--more importantly, she needs to properly refuse his offer next! So, snapping into as straight a posture as she can muster, Hachi dips her head in formal apology, holds the money previously given to her out to him, and very seriously says: "For the sake of both our futures as free citizens, I'll just watch and not bet… It's not illegal for me to just watch, right?"

Here she raises her head to study his expression, uncertainty written clear across her ever-expressive features. Her attention is temporarily diverted when she hears the person behind her clear their throat pointedly (right! she's in the way of the people behind her who are actually here to place a bet) and hurriedly shuffles off to the side and out of the line with a hasty apology that goes mostly ignored. With this done, her attention returns to Osomatsu. "And instead I'll just, er--just earnestly root for the horses with all my heart (or something)...? Sorry."

Osomatsu's idea of a fun day out wasn't something most others would consider 'proper'. Showing people around or introducing someone new to their new neighbors would probably be the correct way to go here -- but the eldest Matsuno son wasn't most others. No, he was CRAZY irresponsible -- and honestly, showing Hachi around after she'd moved into Akatsuka alley hadn't even occurred to him. The first thing that DID occur was to bring her somewhere she might have fun, she seemed like such a nervous and strange kid -- she just needs to loosen up!

But instead of offering to go to a theme park, or just lunch or something, he'd settled on dragging her along to horse racing. ( Hey, at least it wasn't pachinko, right? ) It was something that he enjoyed, and maybe she would too -- teenagers love illegal betting, right? He knows he sure did when he was her age! And as long as she used the anonymous booth, it probably wouldn't be an issue. Not really the smartest thing to do, or the best first impression to make, though, is it? Oh, well. If she didn't wanna gamble a little, then that's fine -- she'd probably still like to watch the horses, too.

As they waited in line, he'd figured that she would have known what they were here for-- but as it turns out, that simply wasn't the case. It'd taken her til they were already in line for a betting ticket booth for her to even ask what was going on, and with how frightened she sounded, he could only turn and look at her, confused. One eyebrow raised at her, a kind of blank stare -- but he does answer question, albeit in a very casual manner.

"Uh, yeah. Wasn't that obvious? I thought for sure you knew what was going on... Why're you so surprised?" A cheeky grin, lighthearted laugh -- he gives her a little jostle with his left hand, while his right rubs under his nose. "Oh, cmon now! Relaaaax!! You're DEFINITELY not old enough to be betting, but you can be here cause I'm an adult! I just brought you along because I figured you'd wanna bet! Or, maybe you'd just like to watch horses or something."

He turns back to face the ticketbooth, a measley amount of yen in his hands as he steps forward. Just two more people before him -- and on his heel, he swivels around and hands Hachi a few dollars of money to bet on too. That grin of his only widened, eyes closing as he smiled so wide -- a carefree, happy smile.

"Since there's no real people working these booths, you can bet anonymously if you really want to! If you don't, though , then uh -- use that money to get something to eat, or something." He just kind of waves her off, making the motion with his hands -- then turns on his heel when he sees the last person shuffle forward.

"You know," he says, as he inputs his betting information into the booth. He didn't even have to look at the buttons as he input information, clearly having done this MANY, MANY times, "I didn't even realize your name meant lucky til ya brought it up! That's pretty awesome! But, I wonder if that means you might actually BE good luck... Guess we'll see, haha!"

..... did .... he completely ignore her saying she's just normal? Uh, yeah, he did -- or seems like it might've just gone in one ear and out the other. Still, when he finishes, he makes room for her to step up to the booth if she so desired.

"You wanna bet? I can totally cover for you if you do! Don't wooooorrry, you won't get in any trouble or anything -- I promise!" He waggles the betting ticket in the air, as if to emphasize it's existence. He's waiting for you, Hachi! Give em an answer!

[spideyspeaches]

Sweet child ‘o mine ↬ a.r

sweet smily babie

A/N: Requests are open btw! I love writing Arvin and I don’t have any arvin requests so you can request for arvin btw :) 

Request by @kelieah​ : okay okay. let's get to it hehe. arvin right? oh my god you should write a dad!arvin 🥺🥺🥺 and reader is pregnant but he's like super protective and lowkey a wreck bc he doesn't know what he's doing? and reader is probably really close to popping the baby? up to you, can't wait to see what you write! :)

Kk so I went a little overboard with the fluff XD 

WC: 1.3k+ 

Pairing: Dad!Arvin Russell x Pregnant!Reader

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Arvin was a protector by nature. He protected all the people he loved, whether it be his late sister, or his girlfriend, now wife and a mother of two. Before you had your first child, Arvin would constantly hover around you till it annoyed you to the point where you would sleep in a separate room.

("Hun don't lift those! You'll hurt the baby!" Arvin shrieked, rushing towards you as you held the shopping bag in your hand with an amused and angry expression. 

You were nearly six weeks pregnant, nowhere near your due date, and yet here you were.

"Arvin, this is one single shopping bag."

"Yes but you shouldn't! I saw what happened to the neighbour's wife when she tried to lift 'er bed!" 

"Arvin…" you said, tapping your foot impatiently, dropping the shopping bag near your couch.

He was looking at you with a worried expression. You didn't give him time to answer, instead pulling him for a deep kiss. 

And what if you were with a child? You were still horny and he was right there looking like a snack.) 

You found the protectiveness endearing, especially watching his gruff exterior cut through like a knife. But you were pregnant and you were grumpy, sick of his overbearing attitude and had finally asked him to leave you alone for two seconds, maybe have a cigarette or two. The poor guy had looked heartbroken that day, just enough for guilt to brew in your heart, but you stood your ground. 

That day also happened to be the day your first child, Willy, was born. You had convinced yourself that you would never witness such a site as of your husband holding your firstborn with utmost care and love radiating through his every pore, bobbing the baby’s little head as he hummed some lullaby, his soft voice lulling your tired form to sleep. 

“Mummy why is daddy walkin’ like that?” Your four year old son asked, looking at you with his daddy’s big doe eyes, making you coo at his adorable expression. 

You were sitting on the couch, nine months with your second child, way past your due date as your son sat besides you, a hand on your rounded belly, smoothing down your dress and “talking” to his brother. You found it cute, already feeling the love the little child was going to get from the second smallest member of the Russell family. 

You watched in amusement as Arvin paced the hallway, burning a hole in the rugs as he ran a hand through his hair, messing them up as he cursed softly. He had been like that from the day your second child was about to arrive, only for them to want to stay a little longer in your belly. 

"Honey you're gonna bear a hole in there." You said, burrowing your brows as he looked at you. He was a wreck, you could see it in how he tried to work two jobs, only to meet you when you were back in bed. 

“Daddy’s a little tense right now hun, he’s… he’s worried why the baby hasn’t come to us yet.” You said, caressing Willy’s head as he snuggled next to you, nodding with a faux serious expression. 

“Maybe the babe feels safer in your belly moma, it must feel very much loved.” He said with a toothy grin, bumping his nose to your bump as you laughed, hugging your little boy closer to you, tickling his sides, He shrieked with laughter as you bent down as much as you could to kiss his forehead.

“Well the little bugger has been kicking moma for a while now, I think he really wants to come, just findin’ it a wee difficult.” You said, hissing as you felt another kick under your ribs. Massaging the area just like the way your midwife had told you to. You sent your son a wink, hoping that he wouldn’t get too scared at your state. He, like his father, was also very protective of you and the baby.

Hissing at another contraction, you tried to do your breathing exercise, groaning at the pain you felt. 

“Daddy! Daddy moma is hurt!” Willy shouted, getting off the couch and running off to where Arvin had been pacing the room.

“No no no hun! Moma is alright, just a little- oh oh Arvin!” You groaned, stretching your husband's name at a painful contraction as you watch him frantically run towards you, stumbling at the carpet and falling on his knees in front of you.

“Hun? Baby speak to me, how far apart are the pains? Do you think it’s time? Should I-”

“Arvin?” You winced, holding your belly.

“Yes honey?”

“Shut the fuck up and do me a favour, get the bag ready will ya?” You said, clenching your jaw as tightly as you could without breaking your teeth, immediately feeling guilty at his crestfallen expression. He was only trying to help you.

“Yes, yes sweetheart, I'll be right back.” He said, scramming to go to your room to get the bag. You knew he had already packed it, unpacked and repacked it multiple times to keep his mind of the calendar. 

“Moma? Are you hurtin’?” You son asked, hearing a sniff. You sighed as you saw tears form in his eyes, running your hands through his hair as he sniffed loudly. 

“No bun, it’s nothing bad, moma’s fine. I swear.” 

“But you’re crying!” He cried out, launching himself on your chest. You sat down with a “oof”, the weight of your son sending you on your back sprawling on the couch.

“Willy! Be careful!” Arvin shouted, pulling your crying son off of you and palming his head as he buried his face into his father’s shoulder, wrapping his little arms around his neck as Arvin cooed at him, trying to shush his muffled cries. 

“It’s gonna be alright bubby, I’m not crying anymore, see?” You gritted, groaning loudly when you felt one resonate to your back, a pop sound startling you enough to widen your eyes.

A breath later, the only thing you could hear was your son’s sniffs and your breathing, the wetness between your thighs amplifying as you gave a loud groan, groping for your husband’s biceps, “It’s happening!” 

“Oh- oh fuck shit, sorry hun, Willy, do daddy a favor and open the car will you? We need to take moma to the hospital.” Arvin instructed your son, who obediently nodded, a determined expression taking over his adorable face as he ran outside. 

“Arvin!”

“Comin’ sweetheart, just a minute!” He grunted, positioning himself by your side, sliding his one hand under your knees and another at your back, You shrieked as he carried you bridal style, your son holding the door open for you.

You would have called the ride torturous had you not heard the shrill cries of your newborn, squishy wet cheeks and scrunched eyes fitted in the palm of your hands a few hours later. Laughing near hysterically, you gently rocked the newly swaddled baby boy in your arms, looking at your husband’s shiny eyes as he carefully touched the baby’s forehead. 

“He’s so tiny.” Arvin whispered, rubbing his thumb on the soft skin, watching in awe as the baby yawned, the little eyes scrunching up as they slowly opened, adjusting around the world in a newfound wonder. 

“He’s perfect.” You smiled, seeing your four year old hiding behind Arvin’s legs, watching you unsure of himself, “Come here bun, want to hold your brother?”

“I can hold him?” He asked, peaking at you through his eyelashes.

“Of course you can son.” Arvin chuckled, lifting the toddler as he sat on your bed, looking at you with wide eyes. 

"Here, hold his head, careful." You whispered, holding one hand on your older son's hands, guiding him to hold his little brother as he looked at the baby in wonder. 

"He's tiny!" Willy said, mimicking you when he saw you holding the baby. 

"You were this tiny too once, son." Arvin said, smiling at you and Willy. 

"No way! I'm a big boy." Willy argued, pouting, which made you and your husband laugh.

"Whatever you say baby."

[brideofcthulhu10]

Alright I know, another unrelated post but humor me here, I need to get this off my chest.

I know this won't seem like a huge deal, but knowing this is a show for little girls it just feels so frickin' wrong for so many reasons. Hopefully this can be a warning for other parents/guardians/older siblings as well. Keep in mind I've never ever been a "cancel culture" type person just because something minescule bugs me, nor have I ever been some cliche Karen-style parent bitching to a company about "this is inappropriate so its your fault my kid was watching this!" Rather than take responsibility. I am the parent first and foremost, and yes, once I recognized the inappropriate nature of this I changed it immediately. At first I even thought maybe I was overreacting, I kept watching to see if maybe I was misreading the situation and I found it only got more uncomfortable. So yes, I did turn this off. However, it doesn't excuse that this show is still made for and marketed to little children, particularly little girls (I'm talking between 2 and 13). The purpose of this post is just a warning to other parents or people with younger siblings who may come across this show.

So today, I decided to put on a show called "Flowering Heart" on Netflix for my 3 year old daughter.

Keep in mind when I found this, it wasn't in the teens or adult section, it was on Netflix Kids. Specially the Netflix Kids page. I grew up on anime since I was little, so naturally I wanted to find some cute magical girl shows to introduce to my daughter (pass down the nerd torch).

Granted it appeared harmless enough. A cute magical girl anime from Korea about 3 best friends who meet a magical Prince from a different world, and together through the power of magical makeup compacts and friendship they work together to give people hope and fight the "hopeless energy". Seems cute enough, and I really wanted to introduce my daughter to magical girl shows, a lot of them are great for little girls. So it started off pretty good, even I was warming up to it at first.

AT FIRST.

To give you a little clarity about why I grew to dislike it rather quickly, first of all, the main character is a 5th grade little girl. A 12 year old. Now in some other animes they do have younger children as their leads. Magical Do Rei Mi, Glitter Force, Little Witch Academia, even Ghibli films like Kiki's Delivery Service or Ponyo, that's really nothing too unusual. But here is where I had a huuuge problem:

Her romantic interests? They are two teenage boys.

Yeah. I'm not talking a grade above or something. Supposedly the two male leads are 14 and 16. Even her rival? Also a 12 year old little girl, Shuela, who just so happens to be engaged to one of the magical princes (literally named Prince Trump) and is in love with him. The main character, Ari, joins her two best friends Suah and Min fight the unseen meddling of Shuela trying to create "hopeless energy".

By transforming into fully grown women.

Yes, you heard right. These twelve year old little girls are able to transform into fully grown, adult women who take the power of whatever makeup disguise they use (ie police officer, stewardess, life guard, pop idol, etc.) that varies based on the emergency of the episode (mostly situations like a figure skater who lost her motivation, or her friend is having a hard time babysitting).

This also includes several romantic interactions with our lead Ari, and her object of affections, Prince Trump.

Prince Trump, mind you, is completely aware that Ari is secretly this "adult". He knows she's a 12 year old, and actively flirts with her.

At first I thought it was a little weird the boys appeared older than the girls. I thought maybe it was just a style choice, that they were closer in age than I thought- nope. Teenage boys. I mean they don't even try to hide the age difference by making them shorter or making the girls look older like Sailor Moon (who was 14 at the start). No.

These girls look and act like 6 year olds, including their very childish outfits to make them appear even younger- despite being 12. Meanwhile these boys act, sound, and appear to be in their twenties.

Maybe I could just ignore it, suppress the utter nasty of it all and just enjoy them kicking butt as magical girls if the romance itself was an after thought. Oh no no no! You see, this is the main focus of the anime!

A love triangle (er, square) between two ALMOST ADULT MEN and two 5th grade girls (and yes, they do clarify these girls are in 5th grade and that these boys are 17).

This extends to the other male love interest, Prince Chess, who jumps from being a chubby blue hamster dubbed "Tubby" who lives in the main leader's bedroom, and a very attractive teen boy. Now he is no better, including blushing when he holds hands with Ari, and being jealous of his brother Trump when Ari goes on the ferris wheel with him. Even commenting his cotton candy didn't taste sweet anymore because she had a crush on his brother. This wasn't "he met her in her magical girl form and fell in love but doesn't realize she's a child". Both boys met her while a child, and both boys are aware even in this magically made adult body, she is actually an underage girl.

Its just-EUGH! The more I watched it the more the situation dawned on me how nasty it was. They don't play it like a cute crush or just a fling (like how in Kodocha, Sana thought her bodyguard was in love with her, but he made it very clear he's an adult and that's not appropriate). Again wrong. This is portrayed as a serious romance.

I seriously don't get why they didn't make them late middle school or high school age?! Why a bunch of elementary students are being romantically shipped with high schoolers?! It really is a shame, because the art is very cute and pretty, hell most of the characters are pretty likeable with decently done voice acting. (Granted the plot drags on for a while) But I seriously cannot get past these underage children being romanticized with teenage guys. I'm amazed that's even on Netflix and Amazon Prime! So yeah, take it with a grain of salt if you'd like, I know there's gonna be some who disagree with me because the reviews have been very split down the middle (some adore this show, others say it's obviously inappropriate), I myself am still very mixed about it as it was a good show up until this main issue (I didn't even get to the love rival almost letting a child DROWN so she could collect the "hopeless energy"). If you disagree and enjoy this show, more power to you I guess(?), this is really just to give a heads up if you or someone you know have kids and were thinking about putting this on. My advice? Just opt for Magical Doremi or Hamtaro instead.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤~°Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?!°~¤ Finale!

Previously...

Before the door closed, (Y/N) asks them something. "Can I please have something to eat? I haven't ate in a few hours."

Present Time.

It was now close to night after all the arguing of students had disbursed. Finally all agreed with Crowley and his raffle idea on who the grooms should be.

Once all of the participants names were in the Headmasters hat. He shakes his hat around a few times and stops. Carefully pulling out a name a few names. Crowley coughs and clears his throat. The crow announced the lucky four grooms for operation "Lovely Bride To Never Be".

"Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier, Riddle Rosehearts and Ace Trappola!" Headmaster Crowley yells over the quiet teens. Gasps and groans filled Sam's shop. Yet no know decided to go against their headmasters choice. Grim doesn't even bother to question why the crow had choose them.

The four grooms step in front of their peers as Crowley starts talk with Sam. Not seeing the jealous eyes directed at his winners. To which they gave calm or smug expression. (*Cough* Epel and Ace, *Cough*.)

So the headmaster buys the items they needed for the operation. Not knowing that nightfall was closing in. "Considering that the time we have left until the wedding, this is our last chance. If this plan fails.. (Y/N) will lose her life!"

The four chosen teens gulp at the thought. The kind hearted prefect will die they do not succeed. They will not let that happen! "Since the ghost groom is in a suite. You shall also wear formal attire, or act like a prince, if you don't you will be not seen as a challenger."

Crowley gives the four grooms the things they needed. All the while Ortho had hacked into the security cameras to show to his peers. Standing outside, the students that weren't excepted all crowed around to see the footage. Once the boys are done changing. Stuck in formal wear, handsome as ever.

Their peers, friends, gave compliments and snide remarks. Cater takes a couple of photos and posts it on his Magicam. Tagging it, #Ghost groom, #Saving (Y/N) from Ghost groom and #Tuxedos! "The wedding ceremony is approaching now, the servant ghosts must be on high alert. Please be ready when the time comes!"

The four grooms nod. "No problem. I'll prove I'm the most suitable person to become the groom!" Riddle said with determination in his eyes and voice. "Oui, me as well."

"I'll reach out to her with words of love if my sincerity gets to her, then she will understand my feelings." Rook remarks with spark in his green eyes too. Epel joins in too with his seniors. "I'll save and catch her heart!" Ace agrees along with them, "yeah! Let's succeed in this plan in a instant!"

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It was now night time and the three grooms had arrived to the gates of NRC. "Epel is late, it's already time to go..." Riddle said with uncertainty in his tone. "Did he get cold feet or something?" Ace asked to the two seniors.

"Non, non. Monsieur Crabapple would never wimp out, especially if it's for Madamonsieur (Y/N) of all people." Rook smiles without a care. "He'll be here soon..." "GUYS!!" It seems the fourth groom has arrived. "What took you so long.. Long."

Ace snark words die in his mouth before they could even come out. Grim, (who had decided to come with the grooms,) eyes widen at how fast Epel was coming towards them. The loud gallops of a horse draw near and nearer. "Sorry about the wait!" Epel says as he looks down at Ace and his seniors.

"It took me longer than I thought to get ready." His steed neighs after his words. Ace looks at Epel with astonishment and confusion. "Why are you on a horse exactly!!?!" Epel returns Ace confusion, "eh, why, because... Isn't prince charming supposed to make his entrance riding a horse. Right?"

"Do prince's even still do that!?" Ace turns to his seniors, "dorm head, Rook, you agree right!?" Rook was strangely quiet as he addressed his dormmate. "Epel... Your initiative, critical thinking, determination and preparation are astounding and very très bein!!" Rook applauded at Epel's effort.

Riddle could agree with his fellow senior. "You're even riding the most ornery horse in the equestrian club." The redhead pointed out with pride. "They're listening to you very well, you'be got a Mack for handling horses." Epel bashfully smiles at their praise, thmaking the two.

Ace interrupts the three by asking how they were gonna get inside. The Heartslabyul dorm leader tells him to quit his whining as Rook tells them that the wedding was starting in three hours. "How did I end up in the wrong?!" Ace asked, mostly to himself. "Ok.. Let's go! OPEN UP!" Epel yells.

One of the guard ghosts had heard the racket and sees the four, plus the horse and Grim. "Good evening, we've come here to win the beautiful brides hand in marriage." Rook said to the ghost. "Suitors and challengers, huh.. His highness will not be pleased to know of this, and so close to the wedding as well... I shall not let you through! Take your leave!"

Epel smirks, "are you sure? You're going to regret turning us away." The lavender haired boy chides. "What? You seem very confident." The gaurd sighs at the persistent suitors. "... Fine, I'll be the judge."

"Pretend I'm his highness bride and show me how you plan to propose! I will let you through the gate if you prove your feelings are ture." The ghosts remarks, waiting for one of the suitors to propose. "Guess we gotta do what he says if we wanna get through the door." Ace said with clear unpleasantness.

"... *Ahem!* Please allow me to go first!" Epel said with a hint of timidness in him. "Go ahead, show me your heartfelt proposal!" The ghost replys back. Epel starts to speak. "I will... Make her the happiest bride ever."

"Because whenever the person I love is in trouble. I'll come to their rescue, like a knight in shinging armor! Whatever happens along the way, I'll get (Y/N) through it all- er! I mean YOU through it all. Just like you had done for me! I will be the one to protect you from all harm."

"So, I am asking for your hand! I implore you. Please marry me!" Epel said with such emotion. Not knowing of the cameras that had captured all of it. Nor would any of the others know when it came to their time to propose.

The guard ghosts eyes widen, "your expression is totally serious... And you're even on a white horse! Like a true prince!!" Ace sighs, "the horse.. So I really was wrong?" The ghosts asked if Ace was a servant to Epel, Ace said no.

"Oh, so you're a suitor? Very well. Let's see how you'd propose." Ace gave a cheeky grin as he starts. "If you marry me, there's no doubt in everyday will be filled with fun."

Ace words grow softer as he continues, his eyes turn a bit nostalgic. "There might be times we argue or fight but... I'll always be the one to apologize. I'll be by your side through thick and thin and always work to make you smile."

"That makes me the best for the princess. So... Don't lay your eyes on anyone else, please marry me!" The ghost nods after Ace had finished. "Your desire to make your partner happy is bright as day! You're the real deal." The ghost then apologized to Ace for mistaken him as a servant.

"That was a decent proposal." Riddle said with a coy smile with amusement. "Hey, could you knock it off with that reaction? I'm just saying my lines!" Riddle's face doesn't change in the slightest.

"You say that but I'm sure that you put real thought into it." Grim goes along with Riddles teasing. "Nyahaha, Ace is trying to act all cool, y'know." The furrbal laughs at Ace, "shut up!" Riddle's teasing look turns into a confident one, "it was just like you Ace, but unfortunately, the princess is going to choose me!"

The soldier ghost points at Riddle. "Alright, you're up next. Show me your moves!" Riddle complied as he began his proposal. "I vow to be honest and sincere!"

"I promise to never hurt the person I love. If it's for my princess, I'll put everything on the line. I humbly request... Won't you choose me as your groom?" The ghost was speechless, uttering a "oh's" and "oh my".

"You seem so reliable and gallant... Even my heart is all a flutter." The ghost said in awe at the red headed groom. "Yeah it was so cool, Senior Roseheart..!" Ace agrees with his tuxedo buddy, "dorm leader got game too, huh?"

Riddle goes very quiet after his turn. "... Th-*ahem* that is enough out of all you all." The Roseheart male turns his head away so none of the group could see his pink cheeks. "The three of you were marvelous. It's my turn next." Rook spoke up as ghost gave him a look.

"The bar's been raised pretty high. A half-hearted proposal isn't going to cut it all!" The ghost declared to Rook, who just smiled and nodded. "You are truly beautiful, please allow me serve you for evermore. May I present a poem of all my feelings for you who has been watched under my eyes for months..."

"I wish to bring warmth to your cheeks, my dear. Long have your eyes only shed lonely tears. Oh, can they even see the happiness you bring to me and others around you. Vibrant is the live blooming in our rendezvous. Ever so gently, let me take your face to rest upon my hands. Under my care, may your lovely (e/c) eyes gaze ever sparkle with hope and romance."

"Woah.." The two first years said in sync, with awe and disgust. Riddle reviewed Rooks oddly embarrassing poem in his head. "Hold on! Read his poem vertically!"

Riddle explained that Rooks poem spelled. I LOVE U.

Rook congratulates Riddle on figuring it out. The ghost was surprised at the last suitor. Telling them they were very interesting challengers for his prince. The a pair of unfamiliar eyes watched them up above. Elias called his guards to go outside to the gates.

"The bride must have her friends here as well!"

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(Y/N) tries her best to keep calm as she stuffed her face with cake. Taking off one of her gloves, she used it to smear off some of the crumbs off her cheek as a napkin. She puts her glove back on and stabs her fork in a glop of frosting. "*Ahem*!" A cough rings out in her "changing room.

The (h/c)-nette looks up from her food to see the ghost nanny. "My dear lady, it's time to go the wedding hall." Nanny ghost said happily. (Y/N) nods, bringing her herself to stand. Patting down her outfit to make sure crumbs weren't stuck to it.

The nanny ghost fixes her tiara and takes her arm into his. He smiles at her gently, like a grandfather giving his daughter her first pat on the head. The two walk out of the room in arm and arm. Heading to the cafeteria or the "alter". He then lets go of her before she walked down the aisle, flying off to one of the seats.

The "bride" walks over to the alter, but her "groom" was nowhere in sight. (Y/N) shifts in her place awkwardly as the ghosts chatter. She shifts around her bouquet and looks at the flowers. Stephanotis, Peony, Rose, and Lilly's. Her mind tires to remember the meanings, but her thoughts were interrupted when the ghost prince floats in.

The guest grow silent as music starts to play in the background. Elias smiled widely as his little ghost pals fly around him. "I'm so sorry my dear princess, I hadn't noticed the time." Elias said sadly as little tears well up in his eyes. (Y/N), feeling bad for him even though in her odd circumstances, told him it was all good.

"Oh! I forgot to mention, your friends are on their way here. You didn't tell me you were bringing your guests as well?" Elias tells her with innocent confusion. (Y/N) felt sweat drip off her back as guilt and happiness wash over her.

"They're comin-!" Her sentences wasn't even finished yet before her friends arrived. Riddle, Ace, Rook and Epel all wore nice suits while Grim was being held by a ghost soldier! Her friends were bound in ropes as they tried to get out of them. "Release us!"

Riddle demand with anger, "watch your tongue!" A soldier shouted at the hot-temperted red head. "Guys!" The "bride" yells in fear. The group looks at (Y/N) and are all stunned by her appearance.

She wore beautiful wedding attire, but the look on her face did not gleam like her outfit. "Why are they-!" "They were causing a ruckus, saying they were here to challenge me for your hand. But I decided not to hurt them, they are your friends after all. Think of it as a wedding present!"

The room goes quiet after the prince spoke. (Y/N) stares at her friends faces and her eyes slightly light up. She gives a sad smile and bows at them. Mouthing a few silent words to them. They stare at her with fear, but keep quiet.

"Now let's start!" The ghost groom announced as the priest ghosts starts to talk. "Do you, Prince Elias. Take this young woman as your wife and be with her for all eternity." "I do!"

The preist smiled at the boys eagerness. "And you my dear lady, do you take him as your husband for all eternity?" (Y/N) takes a glance at her bouquet of flowers and smiled softly. "I don't.." Gasps of shocks fill the air.

"Wha- but why?!" Elias cried out, as (Y/N) friend's cheered. The (h/c)-nette takes in a breath before releasing a sigh. "Prince Elias... You are a good soul, a sweet one. You put on a brave face for your subjects and friends so they could be happy."

"But you aren't, your just putting your ideals on me so you could finally find your happily ever after. Elias, you need to understand. I'm not your true love. You don't even know me, I don't even think you know why I am even here in Twisted Wonderland." (Y/N) says sadly, taking the princes hand in her's.

"I'm sorry about what you've been through. Though you need to see that you have to stop searching for someone who is your "ideal" cause I'm not a princess!" (Y/N) chuckles bitterly. "There is more to somebody than how they seem to be."

"I... I never meant... I just.." Elias tried to form words, though he couldn't. "I was never able to get a "happily ever after" when I was alive.. I wanted to find my princess and have a future with her. Yet that was stolen away from me, now I'm stealing you away from yours." Elias cried,  his blue eyes closing.

"I'm sorry... I deeply am." The ghost groom cries, wiping his tears away. "Even after five hundred years, nanny was right. I still act like a child." This time, the prince laughs with bitterness. "I think it's time to finally leave.."

(Y/N) nods as Grim got out of his captors restrains and throws a wedding ring to her. "Place it on his finger! He'll disappear for good!" Grim yells at her. (Y/N) catches it and gives Elias one last smile as she puts on the ring.

"Thank you..." The ghost groom whispers as he started to disappear along with the other ghosts. When he was finally gone, the only thing left was a wedding ring. (Y/N) crouched down and picks it up from the ground. Throwing it in a trash been soon after.

She goes over to her friends and undid their restraints. When she finished, the group of grooms give her a hug. (Y/N) hugs them back, placing a small kiss on each their cheeks in gratitude. "Thanks..!" She blushed and looks away from them and focused her attention on cleaning up, not seeing her suitors rivaling looks in their eyes.

The ghost groom had lost his chance for her heart. But who said her suitors will?

The End.

(Yay! This series has been one wild ride for me. But I did it! Thank you guys for the support! I told myself that I would finish this before the Twst halloween event. And I did, Thank you guys! Happy Spooky Month! 👻)

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

JOHNNY ‘COCO’ CRUZ x READER ⨟ PROMPT + SONGFIC

Aurora comments: I was in a mental breakdown with Coco, since a month ago. I just wanna say thanks to @chibsytelford and @satchie666 for helping me with some tips to bring back my inspo with him. Honestly, I think this is one of my favorites writings, a fucking masterpiece. I have mixed three requests and added one of my favorites spanish songs (I translated it under every part of the lyrics). I just hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it.

Anon #1 asked: may i request 19 and 29 with coco?

Anon #2 asked: 37 and 39, angst, coco cruz

@hoooli13 asked: Hi I love your writing! Could you write 19. “You’re the only good thing I have”. With coco?

Song: ‘Orgullo’, Justin Quiles ft Káren Méndez.

Prompts:

19. “You’re the only good thing I have”.

29. “I don’t deserve you”.

37. “Stop ignoring me, please…”

39.“We need to talk”.

Word Count: 2k (including the lyrics and the translation)

Author comments: The paragraphs in italic mean that it’s a past situation. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Él me dice que le llame, que no duerme temprano. Si no textea, no texteo y si no llama, no llamo. Pero él es igual…

(He tells me to call him, that he doesn't sleep early. If he doesn't text me, I don't text him and if he doesn't call me, I don't call him. But he does the same…)

It’s been almost two weeks since that night when, apparently, you fucked up whatever you and Coco had. Comings and goings of furtive kisses and improvised sex. You were catching feelings, he was catching feelings too. It’s the thirteenth night that you are sitting on the sofa, waiting for a call or a text, waiting even for an email. You know he is on line, you can see him writing you with those three grey points flashing in your screen. But the text never comes. 

“Stop ignoring me, please…”

You would like him to write you, but he doesn’t do, so you either. Pride is stronger than you want to admit. The phone flies off from your hand with an angry move, crashing against the wall and breaking into pieces. And you don’t even care, because he won’t budge.

Estamos envueltos en un juego, donde somos prisioneros del sentimiento que llevamos por dentro. Me siento incontento, y yo sé…

(We're wrapped in a game, where we're prisoners of a feeling we carry inside us. I feel unhappy, and I know…) 

“(Y/N), Templo, now. We need to talk”. Bishop just says, as soon as you cross the main door of the clubhouse.

Everybody is staring at you, confused by the way he has talked to you. So serious, so dry. For a second, just for a second, you look at Coco. Maybe you’re ignoring each other, but he’s worried too. Licking your lower lip, you leave your bag over the empty table, before continuing your steps to the meeting room. Closing the glass colorful door, you find the man sitting on his chair having a smoke of his cigar.

“Sit”.

You obey, as a dog would do when the master talks.

“Why are you late?”

“I just… Last night I had a problem with my phone, and I needed a new one. I’m sorry, Prez, it would never happen again and… I’ll recover this lost hour today. I promise”.

He nods in silence, having a sip from his coffee.

“What’s up with Coco, ah?”

“Orgullo, Bishop. Eso es lo que está sucediendo”. (Pride, Bishop, that’s what’s happening).

“Fix it. I don’t care how. But… this situation is awkward and uncomfortable for every one of us”. He leans over the table, supporting his weight on his forearms. “I love you, and you’re a good mechanic. But he is a Mayan”.

And you know what that means. You can’t help but let some tears run out from your eyes when you're grabbing again your bag. The guys look more worried now, and even if you just want to punch Coco on the face, you lead your steps to the huge warehouse next to the club. Throwing your stuff somewhere on the ground, you attack enraged the punching bag hanging from the metallic ceiling. Your cry gets more angrier when you feel two big arms surrounding your body.

“Com’ere, McGregor”. 

Angel whispers on your ear, putting you away from it to turn you under his grip, hugging you tightly. You’re furious. Really furious. And your cry floods the place making some echo, while the oldest Reyes tries to comfort you. Fucking pride that doesn’t let you talk with him. And when you do, is his who talks for him.

Me esta matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

Maybe you drunk too much that night, starting with beers to end up with a bottle of tequila. You were needing some fresh air, walking in some kind of zigzag to the empty yard. Having a deep breath with eyes closed, you continued your clumsy steps to the farthest picnic table. And you decided to have your own party. Playing some latin music in your phone, and leaving it over the wood, your body began to move alone, under the influence of the rhythm and the alcohol wreaking havoc on your mind. You saw him coming towards you, a little harmed too. He threw the cigar away, holding the hand that you were offering him.

You were having a good time alone, but with him, it only got better. His chest was pressing your back. His arms surrounding your waist, and your hips dancing against him. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, colliding in a delicious way, before starting to kiss your left shoulder. Since the moment you two met, a sexual tension got installed between both, following you whenever you went. And his mouth was feeling so good on your skin, that you wanted to taste it. 

No sé por qué el orgullo nos está matando, si tú eres mía, bebé. Ya sabes desde cuando. Nuestras miradas aquel día estaban chocando, y al besar tus labios el deseo iba aumentando.

(I don't know why the pride is killing us, if you're mine, baby. Our looks were crashing that day, and when I kissed your lips the desire incresed).

Turning under his arms, your faces met, twisting a little your necks. Your bodies kept moving to the sound of the song, your noses almost touching. Eyes closed, drinking each other breathings. You wanted too bad to kiss him. He wanted too fucking bad to kiss you. With a hand on your lower back, he wrapped your throat with the other to push you a little bit closer. Enough to you. Your mouth found the other with a ephemeral caress full of desire. You were playing, and he didn’t like it. Coco pressed his lips on yours, not wasting another second, looking for your tongue with his. And it was like an explosion. Your hands getting tangled in his hair, while you two continued dancing, with a leg between yours and vice versa. 

It was like touching heaven with your fingertips.

“Shit, I don’t deserve you, mami. You’re a fuckin’ blessing”.

Es que tú me tienes a mí en un vaivén, y me matan las ganas de volverte a ver.

(You have me in a swing, the desire to see you again is killing me).

“Who’s that mami, bro’?” Coco asked to Angel, resting his shoulder against the wooden column, having a drag of his cigar.

“New mechanic. Taza’s friend, or something like”.

Che was your father’s best friend, so when you told him what you were studying, he quickly offered you to work at Romeros and Bros. It was a good opportunity to learn a little more. You saw sideways how four men walked towards your car, from where you were grabbing your stuff.

“Welcome to the fam’. I’m Angel. And these are my brothers. Coco, Gilly and Creeper”.

You smiled with pursed lips, not ashamed, but kinda like. Four big guys with tattoos and looks on their faces of being truly assholes? No, thanks.

“I’m (Y/N)”.

Since the first moment, you knew they were betting who would be the one who would end up dating you. But they were wrong.

“Don’ try to fuck with me, guys. I’m more into drivers than into riders”.

Or maybe, you were the one who was wrong. 

Me está matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

It was an innocent dance with Angel, what kick out of you two that fucking pride. When you came back to the clubhouse, holding hands and laughing loud, your favorite song were playing through the speakers. The oldest Reyes, who was your best friend since you met the Mayans, wanted to dance it with you. And you couldn’t say ‘no’. Dancing close with him, as you did many times before. The funniest thing about the night is that you danced with everybody.

Ella me dice que la llame, que no duerme temprano. Si no textea, no texteo y si no llama, no llamo. Pero ella es igual…

(She tells me to call her, that she doesn't sleep early. If she doesn't text me, I don't text her and if she doesn't call me, I don't call her. But she does the same…)

Coco has been the whole day trying to figure out what did Bishop say to you. No one, but you two, knew what happened inside the Templo. Not even Taza. He’s sitting in his terrace with both legs over the table, drinking a beer and his phone in the other one. He wants to call you. And he has been typing your number by heart, the last hour. Once and again, ending up locking the screen. Until he decides that he doesn’t want to play this game anymore. He doesn’t want to lose you. The world is less shit waking up with you.

You need to breathe fresh air, stepping out of your house with no destination. You just want to walk, leave your mind blank by listening some music, with your headphones on. Actually, you don’t give a shit about the work. You don’t want to lose him. The only moments of peace you have had, you have found them between his arms, under his kisses and his caresses. You need him. You love him.

When you want to notice where you are, your feet are leading you to his house, being pushed back to reality because of the roar of a bike coming closer. You turn at it, when the wheels stop dead making a scratchy sound. Then, you see him. And he sees you. Getting off the motorcycle, he leaves the helmet above the seat. You turn off the headphones to keep them inside a pocket, taking some steps closer about to say something. But, what can you say? He’s coming towards you too, as if it was a slow motion scene. 

Me está matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

You swallow hardly, barely breathing when Coco is just one step away from you. And maybe you don't need any words. Maybe you've been too stupid to recognize what and how you feel about the other. The mexican raises up a hand to your left cheek, resting it there, knowing that you missed him much more than you thought. His right hand helps the other to hold your face, before crashing his lips on yours. A soft needy moan drowning in your throat, when your fingers get tangled in two fist in his shirt. Your tongues stroking the other so desperate, that you don't care about being out of air.

Your back finds the wall, lifting up your arms to his neck, surrounding it; while his hands go down to your lower back. Fuck the pride.

“You're the only good thing I have, mami”.

“Tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti”.