#I laugh to this day I’m so sorry mime that I couldn’t help you earlier lmfao

[aldisobey]

screaming through real fast. because I’m about all that taste. Pre during after and much later at the belch. Emmrich knows what I’m talking about the fiend. Run poor server lad we’ve got a serial snacker

“The server, a lanky boy with the posture of a wilting houseplant, has begun to orbit the room with increasing evasiveness, his trajectory subtly adjusting each time their eyes meet.”

This alone. I’m cackling. How did you capture this so well? And. Literally this entire snippet alright. What is it with you. Stop taking space in my brain. This WIP has been there rent free and it’s time it paid.

“She had thanked him for it in the usual way: by sticking her tongue down his throat. That had been most enjoyable.”

Simple. Poetic. Masterful.

“Or maybe he’s just drunk and hallucinating entire futures again.”

That’s the fun though. The hallucinating it. Gotta picture it first and then go make it happen sir. And go apologize to Theo I’ve had to deal with your type we don’t want to talk. Grab a fucking plateful and let me go chill in the back a bit goddammit.

wip whenever blabla

tagged by my wife @heylittleriotact and tagging back all my other spouses, we're in a polycule now, no you don't get to leave @aldisobey @caffeinatedmunchkin @jainydoe @thepalehorsevictoria

I don't have much else in the works right now, aside from this bit from the next part of Aftertaste, which I’ll probably drop at the end of the week. Just having fun letting Rook terrorize Emmrich, lmfao

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Why the hell had he worn a cardigan? He tugs at the sleeve, disgusted. Now he just looks like a dejected, albeit expensive, librarian, a man who catalogs sorrows instead of books. Then again, maybe it wasn’t a complete miscalculation. The loose fabric at least conceals the burgeoning evidence of his disastrous self-soothing strategy, which consists of inhaling what feels like half the canapés and mini tarts circulating the room like a locust in designer wool.

The server, a lanky boy with the posture of a wilting houseplant, has begun to orbit the room with increasing evasiveness, his trajectory subtly adjusting each time their eyes meet. No doubt he has taken the cardiganed menace for either a lunatic or a man with intentions. Who could blame him? He had, after all, attempted small talk.

"Are you from here?" he had asked, chewing.

"What are you studying? Ah, architecture, fascinating discipline. The poetry of form, the language of space. So… buildings and such?" Swallowing.

"Theo, you say? A fine name. Stately, even. I once knew a cat named Theo." Fucking Maker. 

Rook, of course, is perfectly at ease. She would fit in anywhere—a sinking ship, an Orlesian ball, a courtroom in which she is quite obviously guilty. Until she speaks, that is, and tells some unfortunate soul to kill themselves or, for variety, go lick an electrical socket (which, functionally, amount to the same thing.)

But she is lovely, so lovely, and loveliness is an all-access pass to the small, effortless miracles of social grace. People forgive beauty before it even has the chance to offend. Her hair, glossy and pale, is woven into a thick braid; her dress, a slip of silk that had cost him far too much, is the kind that suggests an invitation without ever formally extending one. She had thanked him for it in the usual way: by sticking her tongue down his throat. That had been most enjoyable. 

He shifts, catching sight of himself in a tall mirror placed, rather cruelly, beneath the worst lighting imaginable. For a moment, he is arrested by his own reflection, standing there like some weary apparition clutching a champagne flute. The cardigan, he now reasons, was not such a poor choice after all. A forgiving silhouette. He inhales sharply, stomach obliging, fingers smoothing back his hair. Posture, at least, is still under his control. And height—yes, height is a mercy. It distributes excess, conceals indiscretions. He prods a rib, as if checking for damages. 

Maybe Rook has a thing for the distinguished professor who looks like he drinks expensive whiskey while brooding over obscure philosophy aesthetic. Or maybe he’s just drunk and hallucinating entire futures again. Maybe, when the time comes, he will slip that absurdly expensive watch onto her delicate wrist and then sink to his knees in some ridiculous display of devotion before she allows him to fuck her. But not before he spends an equally ridiculous amount of time in front of his mirror at home, confirming that he is, in fact, as "pretty" as she insists. Despite the grey hair. Despite the cardigan. Despite looking like the unfortunate result of a librarian’s indiscretion with a waiter who has already accepted that his tip will be “the pleasure of the job.”

Arms slip around his waist, and in the mirror, he sees Rook pressed against his back, her face flushed, her expression loose with wine and pleasure. Her nails catch on a loose thread of his cardigan, and—because destruction is a compulsion, not a choice—she begins pulling. She is going to ruin it.

"You smell so good," she sighs against him. "This is nice."

"I'm glad you approve," he says, patting her hand where it rests on his abdomen.

She takes another deep inhale. “Like you raw-dogged a Wintersend tree, jerked off with a fistful of basil, and went down on a rosebush as if it was the love of your life who just returned from war.”

So. She’s drunk.

[jjkpls]

the wishlist (m) - 5

“She broke up with me.”

> genre : Angst, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> words : 4k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity; jjk heartbroken & crying; some wholesome flashbacks to make you swoon

previous - next

The next box arrives about a month or so later. You haven’t seen Jungkook in a while. He had been out of town, hopping from shop to shop, completing a series of long-awaited guest positions. 

He’s kept you up with his days and his appointments as much as he could, sending you dorky selfies, little videos of city landscapes you’ve never seen before, and exhausted late vocal notes made in tiny, with dragged on, mumbled words, to wish you luck and send you some courage for work. 

You did not expect that the day you’ll meet again, he’d be so different from the Jungkook you prefer and left a month ago.

It takes you a few seconds to realize. At first, you’re preoccupied with the sudden set of needles stinging your insides when you hear the peculiar sound of your front door being unlocked. There’s a very finite amount of probability that it’s not him, he's the rudest of your tiny group of friends and the only one that feels comfortable enough in your home to invite himself without any prior warning.

It’s him, your best friend and subject of too many of your both daily and nightly thoughts and preoccupations.

Once he appears in the door frame, with his heavy coat on his heavy XXL sweatshirt, in his heavy military pants, face turned down hidden by his hair, the magic thing, that grows so mysteriously quick. There’s the little explosion of warmth in your chest. The one that makes you smile tenderly without meaning to. He’s allowed to see how happy he makes you, as a friend anyway. Everybody smiles this way when he walks into a room.

Your eyes catch sight of a box, all white, that fits in his hand. Your eyes roll on reflex. You’re about to curse again. It’s not nice, you don’t want to, to attack him as soon as he returns to you but he’s asking for it, isn't he?

He’s still in the hallway, slowly slipping his shoes off, focus fixed on the present in his hand. The time he takes doing it and the seemingly seriousness you feel irradiating from his aura, confuse you.

Jungkook shakes his head twice, the way he does, kind of like a wet puppy would, before setting the box on the counter of your open kitchen.

It’s only when he starts walking towards you, that his head raises up, just a bit, enough for his eyes to meet yours through his hair. He has a tiny smile as a greeting. He looks really upset. 

He should be bouncing on the balls of his feet, he should be doing some TikTok cringe dance moves to make you laugh or yell some greetings in a dialect. He has a lot of peculiar, very Jungkook ways to celebrate meeting you again after a while. Even if neither of you has ever said the words, you do miss each other a lot when you can’t see each other, and the excitement that blooms during your reunions translates that. 

But he’s sad today. It’s obvious. 

When he takes a seat beside you on the couch, he avoids your gaze. You’re agape, watching him with probably too much insistence, a hand holding a spoon half-filled with yoghurt in the air.

These few moments are decisive. They’ll determine rather he’ll talk or not. Jungkook, for someone who cries easily, is not good with feelings and sharing them aloud. Sometimes he can, often he can’t. He’s told you not to worry about it before, that it was fine because sometimes he just didn’t need to, he just wanted a shoulder to lay his head-on. 

“You okay, Guk?”

He shrugs. You just have the time to catch his upper lip sucked in, a twinkle in his eye before he’s switching position, bumping into you and hitting his own shin against the coffee table like a giant dog, unaware of his own growth, would. Only to settle for an impressively tiny huddle against your side, cheek pressed to your shoulder. 

So that’s how it’ll be. 

It’s heartbreaking, torturesome. You always feel miserable when you know he’s sad but not knowing the reason makes it a thousand times worse. You might be the same vengeful kid you used to be. The one who’ll inquire straight away who made him cry and immediately went on her way to beat that reason up -it being another child or the troll of a tree that made him trip. 

Except you are grown-ups now. He knows he can deal with his problems on his own and he would probably not let you go and try to beat up everyone -he probably doesn’t believe you can too, even though he’d be wrong about that. 

Jungkook tears his hand out of his pocket only to mime you to turn up the volume of the television. You do so and the pretty hand is gone and if it wasn’t for his quiet sniffling and the heavy press on your side, you wouldn’t know he’s really here with you at all. 

Your heart hurts the whole duration of the shitty afternoon movie, even if having his warmth next to you helps a little. He leaves later the way he entered, mostly silently, only smiling a bit when you smooch the side of his head and squeeze his forearm in a wordless comforting effort.

Guk

Sorry for earlier

Guk

It was nice seeing you though

You

Don’t be sorry. Can you call?

Guk

Yes, in 5

The five minutes turn out to be twenty. You wonder, hoping to be wrong, how numerous those tears were that he needed twenty minutes to dry them. 

When he finally calls, voice quiet and throat dry, whispering through the phone straight in your ear, uneasiness settles deep and heavy in your stomach as you know, you were right. 

“What happened, Jungkook?”

He must not have heard you this soft and gentle for a while because you can hear a humourless chuckle you recognize as incredulity. He clears his throat a first time, inhales deep and has to clear it a second time before he can start, still choking out on a syllable or two. 

“She broke up with me.”

The gasp that escapes you, loud and obnoxious, could not have been faked. This news is hardly believable to you. First of all, because, to your greatest guilty despair, Jungkook and his girlfriend, who’ve been dating for almost a year, are probably the embodiment of The Power Couple. There’s no doubt, in all the people that know them, that they are meant to be. They look good together. They are on the same page, always, it seems. They’re beautiful and enviable, an example of a match from Heaven, healthy and aesthetic if that's even a mentionable point.

You can’t, even in your deepest, darkest fantasies, have imagined them to break up. 

But the thing that makes it all the harder to comprehend is that she is the one who did it. The girl is great. She’s beautiful, she’s smart and funny, so you heard. She has that glamour to her, with her dainty pretty milky hands and long thin milky neck, with her silky, shiny black locks wondrously floating over her shoulders. She is great, matches him well.

She is not that far behind him but she's still not Jeon-Jungkook-great.

How could she have broken up with him? Someone dumping him makes no sense to you. 

“That’s-“ You catch yourself before the words slip out clumsily. You’ve never really been talented at comforting people with words, especially a crying Jungkook which is the equivalent of your very own kryptonite. “I’m so sorry, Jungkook.” And you mean it. Even more so when you hear him snivel hard. You’ve never allowed yourself to, even just for yourself, in the quiet and discreet comfort of your own head, wish for that to happen. Because if there’s one thing that you want more than anything else, more than having him for yourself, more than your own fulfilment, it’s his happiness. And he was happy with Jiyeun. He’s got the girl he had a crush on for months and they went so well together. “But why? Did she give you a reason?”

You hate how eager you sound asking. The question is so pressing though. You wish to know so bad why, in what circumstances, Jeon Jungkook gets dumped. 

“She-“ There’s a sob he swallows back. “I know what you’ll say,” Your eyebrows dip low on reflex. You couldn’t imagine the reason. He must have really fucked up but Jungkook is not the kind to fuck up. Even when he’s annoying, even when his mindset on something turns a bit auto-centric, he’s too compassionate, he’s too considerate and loving, to suddenly stop wondering how the person facing him is feeling and act without care, hurt them, in any way. It’s just not his kind. So what did he do that even you’ll have a word to say about it. “Spare me because she’s done enough.” 

It takes another set of minutes for him to gather himself, find most of his voice back clear enough for you to decipher. You show yourself patient, not saying anything and leaving him all the time that he needs. In all honesty, in the darkness of your curtain closed bedroom, tucked comfortably in your mountain of pillows and blankets, with your phone stuck to your ear and just the quiet sound of his breathing and humming to himself to break the silence, but rock it rather than disturb it, it’s easy to be patient. Feels like an ASMR. A class A type of ASMR, his breathing to your ear could so easily lead you to sleep. 

“Yesterday, she came to welcome me back and-“ Rather than hurt, his tone sounds weakened by shame now. What the hell did he do? “She found the- the thing I brought for you today.”

The fucking idiot.

“Oh my God.” You feel instant nausea. It's not like you never thought about it. You wondered, multiple times, if she was aware that her boyfriend was buying you these. You never allowed dipping far in the questioning because what would be the point? Ultimately, it's his relationship. And it's his way of shaping your friendship. If she kept smiling pleasantly, asking politely, as she always would, how you're doing whenever you happened to cross her path, leaving his apartment, or visiting his shop, it was fine by you. It must have been fine by her. She might have known about it, or she might not, didn't really matter. Jeon Jungkook is a grown-ass man, who's allowed to make his own decisions, no matter if they make sense to you, or her, or whoever.

But he's a fucking idiot.

If she didn't know, if he didn't warn her, and now she's mad after learning about it, and he's surprised and he's sad then he's a fucking idiot.

“She asked if it was for her, I wasn’t gonna lie!” Fantastic. He's passed the shock, soaked in wrath now. That was quick.

"For fuck's sake, Jungkook!"

"What?" He sounds a bit hysterical on the phone, voice rough and angry, incredulous, even mad that you might suggest he's wrong. Obviously, he already knew you'd react this way, hence the primary warning. "You're my best friend. I get to gift you whatever the fuck I want." He whisper-yells, suddenly very much aware again of the late time and the quiet calmness he'd perturbed. "She-"

"I don't think that's the issue, is it? Did she- Did you tell her that- Like, nothing was up?" You don't know how to articulate what you mean to ask. It sounds so bizarre, so irrealistic, the idea of something romantic or sexual going on between you two. It sounds so ludicrous you can't even say it. And again, you're scared to say the words. You don't know how they'll sound leaving your mouth. Suspicious, maybe revealing.

You owe to ask the question though. Because the cause of the sudden nausea comes from one surprisingly major reason, you would hate for her to hate you. To think of you as the bad guy, the massive bitch who stole her boyfriend. It shouldn't matter but it does.

"What do you mean?"

"That it was just friendly. Did you say that to her?" You stutter, largely on edge.

"Of course, I did." He doesn't seem to notice. Or to pay attention to the, evident to your ear, change in your tone. "She said that it didn't matter." You bite your tongue, along with the couple of words threatening to slide off it. Quite frankly, Jungkook is a weirdo with his own intake on the world surrounding him, she chose to date that special, in a lot of different ways, one, however, you can fairly understand that she wouldn't accept any explanation, of any kind, for this situation. "Do you get that? If she thought I was cheating, I'd understand that she'd be mad but- it's not even the case!"

You try to focus on the essence of the conversation, annihilate the faint words you can read in between the lines. The ones that say that even his girlfriend, in those strange circumstances, couldn't imagine the two of you as more than friends. Just as he couldn't. Just as you can't either.

"She knows and she's still mad. But- I do- I was just curious about it."

"About what?"

"The toys." He pouts, barely articulate like the kid he really is.

"Why didn't you get them for her, then? She's your girlfriend."

There's a pause after your words coming from him.

"She hates those." The pout sounds so thick now, in between the sniffs, you wonder if his mouth won't stay stuck in this position, like a cute permanent raspberry on his cute little dumb face. "I did once and she- threw it in my face and called me a freak."

"Jungkook." You sigh. "That explains a lot, by the way." This comment might be mainly for yourself. He doesn't need an explanation, as it seems. He doesn't seem that troubled about the whole deal, about that new hobby he's picked for himself. But you did. It's hard to simply content yourself with a "well, it is what it is" and nothing more.

He's been curious about them, couldn't buy them for Jiyeun because she wouldn't use them and make him feel guilty about his interest. He's sort of living it by procuration this way.

Now you feel guilty. He can't have found much satisfaction from your reviews if you ever have given him any. And she called him a freak. What a bitch. You wouldn't have imagined that coming from her.

Your mind is a mess.

"And it makes you happy. I see the way-" You hear the friction of tissues, the squeaking of his bed, and the deep sigh that follows when, as you picture, he finds a comfortable position on his back. "You seem much better. Less stressed and-" You cannot deny that. Even though it's partially frustrating, to think that he has this very unpleasant picture of you, of the version of you preceding the very first orgasm brought by him - sort of. You are feeling considerably better. Even if you have to force yourself not to abuse the masturbatory habits, not wishing to turn into a jerk off crazed teen like you once was when your hormones were fucking you up, it helps a lot. Sometimes it's a late-night quickie, other times a longer seance to celebrate the start of the weekend, or find force for the beginning of a new week.

"What was that again? Youthful?" You wonder aloud, an annoyingly amused smile on your face.

"Rejuvenated." He's laughing a bit. And for that, all the turmoil he's been putting you through feels fine and worth it. When you think about the heartbreaking tone of his voice when you first heard it through the phone, it eases an incredibly heavyweight to your heart, enchants you to know that he can still laugh, and you can still be the one reminding him how to. Unfortunately, his heart's just recalled how to hurt and the ache is back as quick as it pretended to leave an instant ago. "She said to never call her again." He confides with a hearable sorrow.

"She didn't mean it." It's surprisingly easy to be a good friend to him. The words you know he needs to hear not even hurting that bad.

"I don't know. We never fought like that before."

"Of course, you didn't. But it's been a year, it ought to happen at some point."

"But if she won't even let me talk to her, how am I supposed to make it better?"

"Be patient and leave her time to cool down." He sighs, already defeated. "Maybe send her a vocal note, she'll listen when she's ready.” They're awfully nice when he sends some to you. “It'll be fine." You're made to be together, probably, you should add. You could add, it might help him immensely, to dry the tears you can picture filling up his eyes. It's a little too much though. You're not that strong of a masochist to force this on you.

"How do you know that?"

"I just do. Don't worry too much." He can't. His heavy silence precisely screams that. "Do you wanna come to my island? I'll let you run in my flowers if you want."

It makes him laugh once again. The lovely, most satisfying sound to your ear.

"That's sweet of you." And it is, extremely sweet of you. If there's one thing that you despise is him sprinting through the mindfully planted flower beds of your Animal Crossing island. It pisses you off. Even more so when he does it by accident than on purpose, because this shit happens way too often. And now, you're allowing him to do so. You're definitely too good at being his friend. "It's fine though. Turnips sell at 138 on mine if you're interested."

It's your turn to be laughing now. You love how even with his heartbroken, upset and crying, he still picks up his Switch to check where's the turnips' stock at.

"Jungkook." I adore you.

You have for seemingly ever. Since the very first time you met.

You'd never forget it. How you almost passed out from laughing because of the street sign that nearly knocked him unconscious. His forehead was already bruising dark, eyes unfocused and shiny with tears. You didn't mean to laugh but he was adorable and funny, and even if you felt guilty for enjoying it, people don't run their faces into street signs every day. You called it in your own head a miracle.

He had to sit for a little while from how dizzy he felt. His ears were burning with embarrassment too, your uncontrollable giggling not helping. He just sat there, on a bench you had dragged him to, hands tucked in the pocket of his sweatshirt, waiting for you to allow him to leave.

The kid stood unbalanced the four times he tried to walk and even if at eleven, you had nothing close to a doctoral degree, you still felt like it was wrong to just let him stumble his way back home straight away. You had to hold him hostage for a little while. You had shared your homemade cookies with him, the ones you hid deep in your bag for you didn't want anyone to ask for a bite at school. You made him drink the whole content of your water bottle because drinking water is never an unhealthy thing to do, therefore, it felt like a good idea.

He was so shy that your own timidness quieted down enough to allow you to make conversation to him. Or more accurately talk over the silence and distract him. He giggled a lot and smiled with cute bunny teeth. Kept saying thank you for every bit of cookies you'd given him and once you had walked him home and he arrived safe and sound, he bowed very low, apologized and thanked you again.

You thought it'd be the end of it. He pretended to be going to the same school as you but you had never seen him also he was a few years younger.

The next day, and every single day after that, at recess, he would appear out of nowhere. Wearing his adorable smile, and a tint of red on his ears, a bunch of homemade cookies of his own filling up his pockets. As a puppy would, he'd follow you around with a certain distance until you waved him over, rolling your eyes, because if he was going to stick by your side, he might as well actually play with you.

The most precious friendship you have ever experienced bloomed from this seed. A friendship, at the start, mainly based on a shared interest for very sugary treats, marbles, and that common memory of him eating shit in this street sign. You didn't mean to remind him, it made him flush furiously each time and you were not that cruel, but you couldn't help bursting out in laughter whenever you'd walk home -with him or alone- and pass that sign. It's your favourite spot in your home town. You never miss an occasion to take a selfie for him whenever you go to visit your parents.

It's hard to define the moment your feelings, once purely platonic, changed. But there's a memory that feels notably significant.

A guy made you fall. A useless asshole, who in retrospect was not even worth a single crumble of your time. You were confused. As you often get, without really knowing why. Maybe it's just you, maybe it's for everyone the same. People start by being too good in your eyes, too good for you not to give them your all, and maybe build pyramides upon pyramides of expectations.

Until they're not anymore.

Suddenly, they hurt your feelings. They suck ass and you felt so invested emotionally, way too invested for it to be any kind of healthy, and their very human selves harm you straight in the heart, where it is the most painful.

It didn't feel like a mistake this time. Like any of the other times, at the beginning, of course, otherwise, it wouldn't catch you again and again.

You fell hard and it's Jungkook who picked you up. He had cooked for you, one of his mother's infamous recipes because he knew you wouldn't even bother eating otherwise. He had held you close. He had kissed the top of your head, your cheeks and your eyelids when a diehard tear had slipped. He had called you baby and sunshine and his little kitten. Had showered you in an unfamiliar type of loving. Something so soft, so tender and warm. Hands firm when they'd wrapped around you and pulled you in. Fingers gentle when they'd brush the hair out of your face. He took care of you, made you feel good in ways no one has ever had. You had not known him to be like that. Suddenly, he really felt like a man when he touched you, when he talked to you. He wasn't only a dorky little overgrown baby anymore. He was a man, shaped like one but also able to act like one. Able to take care of a woman, please one you were sure of it. And suddenly, you wanted, so desperately, to be that woman. To have the same free access you had on his usual candid-self, on this newly met man.

Of course, it's too ludicrous for you to ever act on it. But deep down, a naive tiny voice kept claiming, in the back of your mind, that you could spoil him. Very few people in this world know him the way you do, surely, no one can please him the way you could.

Guk

She listened to my note!!!

Guk

She said she'll make me miss her a bit more and then she'll call

It took less than a day for her to give him a sign. You're not surprised. It's hard not to miss him. You're not surprised but somehow, still, disappointed.

A/N: tadam!! i needed to include some flashbacks because i know my fellow f2l addicts just adore these, also, i just can’t get over writing kookie as a cute kid.

Guess what guys? there is only one chapter to go *sweats profusely* I- am worried. I hope you keep enjoying it and will enjoy the rest. :] For now, let me know your thoughts. I hope you have a sweet, lazy Sunday and wish you a lovely, peacful week! bises!

As always please ask to be tagged for the final chapter on this post

[cobywritesfics]

The Best Medicine

*PUTTING OTHERS FIRST SPOILERS*

This is the hurt/comfort idea I got whilst in the middle of my retail shift today. I’m very glad I didn’t forget it lmao

Characters: Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus (is mentioned)

Sympathetic-ish everyone. Angst. Remus is gross but he’s Remus and I love him. Just let me have the angsty creativitwins bonding okay I need this right now.

Roman was, to put it lightly, a mess. He collapsed onto his bed and sobbed. That kind of sobbing where your entire body is burning hot out of anger and shame and sadness. That kind of sobbing where your throat hurts and there aren’t really a lot of tears until there’s way too many and your pillow is soaking wet.

The kind of sobbing that’s really hard to ignore from the other side of the room.

“Hey uh… Broski?”

Ugh, great. Of course Remus was here instead of wherever he was most other times. Sure. Why not? Just what Roman needed right now.

“Hey!” A pillow smacked onto Roman’s back and he gasped, sitting up furiously to glare at Remus, who froze uncertainly. “Uh… okay, sorry. Um. What’s going on?”

“Wh- did you just throw a pillow at me?” Roman asked in disbelief, staring at the stained green pillowcase that definitely wasn’t his. “What the fuck, Remus?”

“You weren’t responding! And it's not like throwing knives ended well last time.” Remus pouted, skipping over and plopping onto Roman’s bed. “What is going on with you? You aren’t even pretty-crying?”

“Ugh, go away.” Roman curled up on the bed again, too tired to resume crying. 

“Not happening.” Remus jabbed his fingers into Roman’s side and Roman yelped, wiggling away and glaring. “C’mon, Ro. I wanna see you smile!”

“No.” Roman threw the pillow at Remus’s face and Remus cackled lightly.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t deserve it, that’s why!” Roman snapped, kicking Remus in the back and sending him off the edge of the bed.

 Remus grunted as he hit the floor, but sat up again and looked at Roman with a quizzical expression on his face.

“You don’t deserve to smile?” he scoffed. “Why not?”

“Because I…” Roman grabbed one of his own pillows and hugged it to his chest, heart sinking even further than before. “I’m… evil.”

Now, Roman was used to not being taken seriously. Especially by Remus, who found him immature and childish. But he didn’t expect Remus to throw his head back and laugh hysterically for two whole minutes.

“Wh- shut up you jerk!” Roman yelled at last, feeling close to tears once more. “Shut up and go away!”

“Who said you were evil?” Remus giggled, lounging on Roman’s bed again. “Vee? Patton? Oooh, was it Thomas?”

“It was De- Janus.” Roman made a face at the name and Remus let out a shriek of laughter again.

“Oh, he told you his name! Isn’t that something? Janus? What a dork! Not to mention he sounds like he wants to talk to a manager, amiright?”

“Ugh.” Roman held back a snicker at the comparison, feeling worse than ever.

“And he really said you were evil?” Remus asked with a grin. Roman glared at him.

“I don’t think it’s very funny.”

“Why not?” Remus chuckled. “It’s completely ridiculous. You aren’t evil, RoRo. How the fuck would you be evil? All you ever want to do is make people happy.”

“I…” Roman frowned, eyes narrowed. “What?”

“You don’t even try to be evil!” Remus continued, still holding back laughs. “As if you could ever be evil without even trying! Heck, you actively try not to be evil! What the hell? J.D. gone crazy!”

“Wh- wait, what are you-”

“Oh no, Roman accidentally made someone feel bad!” Remus mimed a crying clown. “Guess that means he’s as awful as the guy who shoved teeth up Logan’s nose!”

“Pff-” Roman stifled the chuckle and shoved Remus away from him again. “You’re insane.”

“Of course I am! But so’s Janus, if he thinks you could ever be as bad as me!” Remus laughed again, falling off the bed on his own this time. Roman rolled over, peering over the edge at his brother.

“I made fun of his name, Ree.”

“So? You made fun of Virgil's name too, y’know. And he didn’t even string you up like a puppet and dance you around on a stage!” Remus shrugged. “I make fun of people all the time, and it’s not like no-one made fun of you before.”

“That’s true.” Roman sighed. “I just… I know he wants to help. But he… he used me - not that way, you sicko. He made me hate myself, and as soon as I thought I knew how to like myself again… everything’s falling apart.”

“Whoa now!” Remus sat up, grabbing Roman’s face with both hands. Roman frowned, but Remus just smushed his cheeks together a few times before Roman snorted. “Hating yourself isn’t very fun, Bro!”

“No, really?” Roman grabbed Remus’s face and shoved him away. Remus laughed loudly again. “I had no fucking idea, Remus.”

“Well, you learn something new every day.” Remus smiled lazily up from the floor and Roman managed one in return. “Hey, there it is! Y’know the best cure for an identity crisis?”

“Pretend this never happened?” Roman suggested hopefully.

“Nope!” Remus jumped up, pulling the blankets - and Roman - off the bed. “Building a giant pillow fort! Get on your feet, lazybones! We’ve got stuff to do!”

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Patton hesitated outside Roman’s room, listening to try and gauge the situation. He expected… well, something else. Maybe silence, or crying, or Roman talking to himself.

He didn’t expect laughter.

He didn’t expect to hear Remus making weird jokes and he didn’t expect Roman to be laughing at them. But, he’d said he was going to check on Roman. So that’s what he was going to do.

“Roman? Kiddo?” He knocked lightly. “You okay buddy?”

The laughter fell silent, and he heard muffled whispers from within. Then a few stifled giggles, before the door opened and Remus poked his head out.

“Uh, yeah, Roman’s dead. I killed him. Come back tomorrow.”

“Wh-” the door was closed before Patton could get a word out. A burst of laughter - Roman’s laughter - echoed from inside.

“You fucker! That’s not what you said you were gonna-”

“Shh, Roman, dead bodies don’t talk!” 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Patton frowned worriedly at the door.

“He’s dead, and you’re next if you don’t bugger off!” Remus yelled. A soft thump hit the door and Patton sighed, turning away. It seemed that Roman didn’t need him after all.

He was… with Remus. Odd. Especially considering what Janus had snapped at him earlier. But he sounded… happy. And he hadn’t gotten along that well with Remus for awhile. Patton felt bad enough about today as it was… and he didn’t trust Remus to not follow through with that death threat. So he made his way toward Logan’s room, intending to check in on him.

He still couldn't shake the strange feeling he had when he heard the twins laughter from behind that door.

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“D’you ever think about what would’ve happened if Thomas only had one?” Roman asked, staring up at the ceiling from the floor - where he and Remus were lying in the midst of every pillow and blanket they could get their hands on.

“He’d probably explode.” Remus reasoned. “Or die. Or-”

“Dude, that’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Not as stupid as you.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“Shut up.” Roman slammed a pillow down at his brother and Remus laughed, elbowing him in the side. “I mean it, though. What if there wasn’t two of us?”

“Uh, that’d be boring.” Remus made a face. “Let’s think of hypothetical situations that are more fun, yeah? Like what if we could crawl out of Thomas’s ears and hang out in the real world?”

“Wh- that doesn’t make any sense!”

“So? It’s not my job to make sense! Do I look like Logan to you?”

“Now that you mention it…”

“Fuck you.”

“Ew, gross. No thanks.”

“See? You could never be as gross as me.” Remus grinned over at him and Roman sighed.

“I guess. But I’m still not…. Good.”

“So? You try your best, that’s more than I’ve ever done!”

“You do try your best.” Roman protested. “You try your best to be gross.”

“Ya got me there.”

“D’you think he’ll ever forgive me?”

“Who, Janus?” Remus hummed, kicking his feet up in the air a few times. “I feel like the most important question is if he’s apologized to you.”

“Wh-”

“Like I said earlier, he made a puppet outta you and it got your strings all tangled.” Remus rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at his brother. “Then when him and Patton tried to untangle them, they just ended up cutting them instead. Now you’re falling through the void forever screaming and-”

“Okay, stop.” Roman covered his brothers mouth only to shriek in disbelief when Remus licked him. “GROSS!”

“Told ya.”

“Well believe it or not, I don’t wanna be gross.” Roman wiped his hand off with a grimace.

“I know, dumb dumb.” Remus sighed. “But he’s not allowed to forgive you until he gets it through his head that he has some stuff to apologize for before he earned your trust. Heck, the only reason Patton trusts him is because he’s done some free-falling of his own.”

“This conversation is getting way too serious.” Roman smacked Remus in the face with a pillow. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

“Then why don’t we talk about an idea I had for a new prank to pull on Virgil…” Remus said with a grin, summoning a stained and crumbled notebook. Roman sighed, sitting up and brushing hair from his face.

“I don’t see why not.”

[raw-lesbian-energy]

Too Much Energy

[Image description: Anonymous said

could u maybe do a fic with lee marcy and ler anne and ler sasha? maybe marcy is too energetic and they try to get rid of some of her energy? marclee haha]

MARCLEE IS BEST LEE I LOVE HER SM,, Anon I had a lot of fun with this request and it was definitely a good break from the plot-heavy story! Hope you enjoy!

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Summary: Marcy Wu has way too much energy for Anne and Sasha to handle, so the two friends work together to help tire out the wound-up teen.

Fandom: Amphibia

Pairing: None

Features: None

Word Count: 1,034

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, just keep scrolling.

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“Ooh, you guys have to hear about this!”

Marcy was practically bouncing on the spot, reading yet another paragraph from her extensive notebook of Amphibia. Anne and Sasha were leaning tiredly against the couch, neither of them sure how their friend still had so much energy.

Normally, they were fine with hearing their friend ramble, but today had been a bit more taxing after having to deal with some unwelcome giant bugs that were threatening Wartwood. Marcy had been a big help with her notes on them, however the one info dump led to another, and soon the girl was reading her entire notebook to her two friends.

“Mar-Mar, you need to take a break.” Anne told her, fatigue clear in her voice. “You’ve been talking nonstop for like, three hours now.” Marcy fell silent at the statement, blinking in surprise as a small blush of embarrassment crept onto her face.

“Oh, my bad.” She said sheepishly. “I guess I got carried away, but Amphibia is just chock full of interesting things! Like, did you know that-” without even realizing, Marcy started into another ramble, making Sasha sigh and rub the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“Psst-” Sasha heard a whisper next to her, looking over and seeing Anne with a small yet mischievous smile on her face. She silently pointed a thumb to Marcy, wiggling her fingers after to mime out her plan. Sasha was quick to catch on, gaining a smirk as both of them looked back up at Marcy. The raven-haired girl hadn’t even noticed her friends yet, still rambling about some kind of carnivorous plant.

“-it’s a lot like a venus fly trap, actually.” She explained. “The difference is they also have a paralyzing venom that can- eep!” Marcy cut off mid-sentence as she felt hands grasp her sides, hauling her off the ground and carrying her back to the couch.

“Sasha, put me dohown!” She squeaked, the hands on her sides causing a small bout of giggles to escape her lips. Much to her surprise, Sasha did put her down…by unceremoniously tossing her on the couch. A small ‘oof!’ came from Marcy as she tried to upright herself, only for her two friends to suddenly be sitting on either side of her.

“Sorry Marbles,” Anne said, leaning against her, “but you’ve got too much energy, and we need to do something about it.” Marcy wasn’t sure what she meant until she felt hands on her sides, earning a high-pitched squeak followed by bright, bubbly giggles.

“Hehehey, wait!” She managed, the giggles soon overwhelming her words. Anne grinned at the sound, skittering her fingers over her friend’s exposed sides to test her reactions.

“Still ticklish as ever, I see.” Sasha mused, feeling Marcy starting to lean against her in an attempt to scoot away from Anne’s tickling. Of course, this didn’t work as Sasha held steady, leaving the raven-haired girl stuck between her two friends. Her cheeks turned pink as a goofy smile spread across her face, which Anne couldn’t help but coo at.

“Aww, you’re so cute, Mar-Mar!” She said sweetly. Marcy’s whole face turned red at Anne’s words, starting to thrash more as she felt the tickling creep up to her rib cage. All three had ditched their armour earlier, as it was a warmer day, leaving all of Marcy’s worst spots exposed.

“Ihihihi’m nohohot!” She squealed, tossing her head back and almost hitting Sasha by accident. The blonde had been able to dodge it at the last second, but the action flipped a switch in her mind and she rounded on Marcy in an instant.

“Alright, you asked for it!” She cried, wrapping her arms around Marcy’s chest and pulling her in, effectively trapping her in an iron hold. Fingers dug into the hollows of her underarms, earning a high-pitched shriek that was immediately followed by frantic laughter. Her legs kicked uselessly as she tried to pull herself free, only for Anne to sit herself on Marcy’s thighs to hold her down further. Four hands tickled at her sides and underarms, kneading and spidering and squeezing away at any spot they could reach.

“GuhuhUYS-!” The cry was hardly noticeable through all the laughter, and Marcy quickly realized there was nothing she could do but submit to her ticklish fate. Her ears had turned red at that point, eyes screwed shut and tears pricking in the corners of them. Despite how hard she was laughing, though, she still seemed to have plenty of energy.

“Man, I’m surprised she’s holding out this long.” Sasha commented to Anne, having to raise her voice somewhat to be heard. Anne nodded in agreement, and deciding to test Marcy further, moved her hands down and drummed her fingers against her hips. This earned a squeal that was so high in pitch that it actually left Anne’s ears ringing, causing her to pull away.

“Whoa, you good, Mar-Mar?” She asked. Sasha had even stopped, loosening her grip and allowing Marcy to catch her breath. The girl was a blushing mess, her hair frizzy from her struggling and a goofy smile still plastered on her face.

“Yeheheah…” She panted, brushing her hair back with her fingers, “just…g-gimme a sec.” Anne and Sasha exchanged a glance, both of them smiling softly as Marcy worked to compose herself.

“What do you think, Sash?” Anne asked, turning her gaze back to Marcy. “Has she had enough?”

“Don’t know.” Sasha replied, sitting back against the arm of the couch. “Girl’s got enough energy to power a city.” Anne chuckled at the comment, however Marcy seemed to perk up.

“Actually, Newtopia has been working on a renewable energYYY-!” A squeal left her throat as Sasha immediately started tickling her again, spidering her fingers over the teen’s ribs.

“If you’ve got energy to ramble, you’ve got energy to be tickled.” Sasha told her, though all that Marcy replied with was high-pitched giggles. Anne chuckled and ended up joining in again, doubling the electric sensations that were spreading through Marcy’s torso.

Anne and Sasha were right; she did have lots of energy. But having it be spent through her two best friends tickling her silly was more than fine by her.

[flightsoffandom]

Co-Conspirators Part 6

Pairs: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Words: 9316

Summary: The BAU team takes notice of your day off and worries about you. You accidentally get the team a week off. Aaron helps get you to and from surgery.

Warnings: Talking and details about surgery. Group drinking. Friendly dating peer pressure from the BAU family.

Notes: Kinda just some slice-of-life nonsense with some decent banter thrown in there. Sorry, this took so long, a lot of stuff happened which I won't get into so I won't bore you all to death. Hopefully, everyone sees this as worth the wait, feel free to let me know either way. Thanks for being patient with me.

Continuation of Co-Conspirators –Part 1–Part 2–Part 3–Part 4–Part 5-Part 6*

You woke up in the morning to the smell of breakfast and the sound of Jack happily rambling about something. Letting yourself lay in bed for a moment so you could gain your bearings. You heard Jack talking about all the fun stuff you did with him yesterday. You smiled to yourself and quickly rolled out of bed. You immediately regretted it. Your head started to spin because you got up too fast. You wobble for a moment. When everything stops moving, that's when you start walking again. Checking the time, you see that Aaron had let you sleep in, and you both would need to go to work in about an hour. So you had to start getting ready. You grab some work clothes and towels before heading into the shower.

As soon as you got out of the shower, you started getting dressed and getting ready for work. With everything taken care of for a bit, the smell of breakfast hit you again. Your stomach growled, revealing just how hungry you were. You headed out to the kitchen. Jack was still happily rambling, and Aaron was attentively listening as he drank his coffee. You saw a plate sitting out on the table waiting for you. You hummed happily as you sat down. Jack looked at you with wide happy eyes, halting mid-sentence to address you, “[Y/N]!! Morning!!” Jack was so full of energy. You smile at him, “Good Morning to you too.” Jack looks at you, “I’m telling daddy about yesterday.” You lean over and quickly kiss Aaron on the cheek, “Thanks for making me food.” Aaron smiled and nodded. You look back over to Jack, “Feel free to continue telling him. I’m sure he wants to hear all about it.” Jack nods happily and starts talking again. You lazily eat as you listen to Jack go on.

You slept so well last night, and for so much longer than usual, you felt a tad groggy. That sluggish half-asleep feeling stayed with you as you continued to eat. Between being tired and how fast Jack was talking, you were only half able to keep up with the current topic. You started drinking coffee, hoping the caffeine would help get you back to normal. Luckily by the time you finished eating, you could feel your energy level rising slowly. Enough time had passed that it was time for everyone to get up from the table and rush around again. You take all the dishes and rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher. Helping Jack and Aaron get everything together for school and work. When all three of you were set, you met at the door for a moment. You opened the door before giving Aaron a quick kiss. Jack bolted out the door excitedly, ready to start his day. You break the kiss, “See you at work.” Aaron offers a smile before nodding. Jack screeches to a halt, turning around and running back towards you and his father. Jack tackles your legs with a hug, “Bye [Y/N].” You chuckle and kneel, “Bye, buddy. Have a good day at school.” You return Jack’s hug, giving him a soft squeeze. When Jack lets go, the three of you split off separately on your different routines.

It had been a few weeks since the Monte incident. No one on the team had brought it up with you. But you knew everyone would take a mental note of your day off. While you all had a rule to ‘not profile each other’, it was also the team's biggest lie. Since you arrived earlier than everyone, it was easier to come back to work after taking a day off. Hotch showed up thirty minutes after you, and you both exchanged a smile before he strides into his office. Easily you were able to get back to work. However, as soon as the team started showing up, you knew that Hotch had told Rossi more about what happened than you thought. Which in turn meant Rossi, of course, had told the team about it. You appreciated their concern. You were just dreading what was about to happen.

One by one, each member of the team showed up for work that day. As soon as the elevator door opened, their eyes were on you. You did your best to ignore it, but it was hard when you could see in your peripheral vision that they were trying to ‘casually’ group together in the kitchen. When you finally couldn't take it anymore, you turned in your chair to look at them. You clear your throat very loudly to make sure you get all of their attention, “You guys having an interesting conversation?” All five of them go wide-eyed and stare at you for a moment. Emily is the first to speak, “I tried to tell them we shouldn’t talk behind your back.” Penelope scoffs loudly, glaring at Emily. Derek quickly steps in, “Hey now, it was all of our ideas.” Derek takes a few steps toward you, “We are worried about you.” You glared at everyone, “I appreciate the thought, but there is no need for it.” You decide to add, ”Am I not allowed to take a day off of work just cause?” Spencer quickly states, “One thousand four.” You give him a confused look. Spencer quickly noticed your confusion and went on to elaborate, “You've worked at the BAU for approximately one thousand and four days. Yesterday was the first day you took a voluntary day off.” You were taken aback and even scoff, “That doesn't sound right.”

You knew they meant well. Maybe you were getting a bit defensive, but all five of them confronting you about taking one day off seemed a bit dramatic on their part. You sigh and smile at them, “Thank you for caring so much. I appreciate it. I do.” You grab some paperwork off your desk, “I love you all…” You pause for dramatic effect, “Even though you each can be obnoxiously caring at times.” You chuckle to yourself as you get some groans and eye-rolls from the team. JJ gives you a matter-of-fact look, “That’s what family is for.” Everyone, including yourself, nods in agreement. You stand up, getting ready to go file away your paperwork. The group starts breaking off and going back to work. Derek gives you a loving clap on the back as he walks by. You make sure to tussle Spencer's hair as he passes you. After a few minutes, the only person left is Penelope, who had one hand behind her back. She speaks up, “I know you said you're fine and that it's not a big deal… but it is kind of a big deal. It was icky…” Penelope's whole body shivers. She makes a disgusted noise before finding her train of thought again, “So so icky. I mean with the…” She motions to your scar, “And then him…” Penelope makes slow stabbing motions with her hand towards her own side. If anyone else had brought this up, you might have been mad, but with Penelope, it was always hard to be genuinely mad at her about anything. You chuckle and then correct her, “Monte didn't stab himself. A real stickler for the details, he managed to get a hold of a gun.” You mime a gun with your hand before pointing it at your side. Penelope almost gasps. In one motion, she pulls the hand from behind her back and thrusts a box of treats at you, “I know you don't want me to make a fuss… and I’m totally not… I just happened to make like two dozen too many… And they coincidentally are your favorite.” You let out a happy sigh and hug Penelope. She hugs you back, “Hugs, these are what I’m good at.” You laugh and squeeze her. You may not have been big on hugging, but Penelope was the best hugger. So you waited until she was ready to pull away first. She hands the box to you again. You take the container and open the lid, inhaling the delicious scent, “Thank you. You're the best.” Penelope scoffs as she turns around, “Yes. Yes, I am.” You chuckle and get back to work.

Luckily today was more of a paperwork kind of day, so everything was on the relaxed side of things. You were able to text Aaron a few times, though he was busy tackling the mountain of paperwork that always lingered on his desk. Partway through the day, when you all are working on your own, your attention gets pulled to someone walking into the BAU. You would recognize that stern, authoritative walk anywhere, Strauss. She was on a mission, and it didn't seem to be a happy one.

When you see Strauss heading up to see Hotch, you know it's probably worse than you thought. Strauss even looked over at you before entering Hotch’s office and closing the door behind her. You lean back in your chair, “Shit.” The rest of the team had also noticed Strauss. Once you finish having a mini burst of anxiety, you join the team in trying to watch your two bosses talk through Hotch’s window casually. You bite the inside of your check and watch for a minute or two. There was a chance that she was only here for something boring and routine. But when you saw Hotch’s body language turn defensive, you knew this wasn't good.

You slightly get up from your chair, “Prentiss? Reid? Either of you able to lip-read their conversation?” Both Emily and Spencer give a half-hearted nod as their eyes don't look away from the situation. Emily speaks up first, “It’s about you…” Derek looks over at you from his desk, “Why would they be having a conversation like that without you.” You sigh, “Hotch wasn't thrilled after we were dragged in for that interview with Monte.” Derek nods very matter-of-factly, “Bossman never likes anyone messing with his agents.” Derek looks back up to the office. This time JJ looks over to you, “But Strauss already knows Hotch didn’t like the situation, so what is THIS conversation about?” You're about to respond, but Spencer beats you to it, “Hotch refused anymore visits with Monte.”

Derek intakes a sharp breath through his teeth, “Strauss never likes it when Hotch goes over her head…” You sigh and push your face into the palm of your hand, “Great… now Strauss is gonna have more reasons to hate me.” ‘Hate’ May have been a strong word, but Strauss, at the very least, disliked you quite a bit. It was primarily because of the whole issue with your verbal filter and not particularly caring about the chain of command if it came down to doing the right thing. Strauss was probably going to see it as a fault on your part. She might even think your ability to do your job was affected. Prentiss speaking drew your face out of your hand, “I think she said something about ‘time off’, but I didn't catch the whole context.” You furrow your eyebrows together and look back up at Hotch’s office window. It looked as though the conversation was wrapping up. Everyone else took this as a queue to sit back at their desks. You, however, wanted to be stubborn and choose to stay standing. Strauss finally stepped out of the office, leaving the door open behind her. With a scowl on her face, she made eye contact with you, but you made sure to defiantly hold her gaze the whole time until she was out of sight.

With Strauss gone, you started to weave around the desks to get to Hotch’s office. Before you could even make it to the bottom of the small flight of stairs, Hotch was in the doorway about to call you in. Hotch looked annoyed, but there was something under that. You almost thought it looked like excitement, but that didn’t make sense at the moment. He motioned for you to come into the room with him, confirming it was indeed you that both your bosses had just been talking about, “[Your Last Name].” You give a curt nod and walk through the door, going and closing the blinds. You probably wouldn’t have, but you did just have a refresher on how well your coworkers could read lips. You didn't feel like letting them read yours at the moment. Hotch closed the door behind you and made his way back over to his desk. You casually slid into the chair in front of him, “How mad is she?”

Hotch sighs, “Pretty pissed, to be honest, but nothing that won't blow over once all the official reports and requests make it to her desk.” You nod softly, putting your elbow on the arm of the chair and resting your chin in your hand, “What else did she talk about?” Hotch sighs and leans back in his chair, watching you, “Good or bad part first?” You scrunch up your face a bit, even shooting a glare at Hotch, “Bad first…” You stretch out the word, unsure if that's really what you wanted. Hotch makes a face, already knowing you wouldn't be happy with his reply, “You have to undergo another psych eval.” Your glare intensifies, and your groan, “I already went through one right after the whole Monte thing… They cleared me.” Your voice came out a bit whiny, but you couldn't help it. It had only been maybe two weeks since your last evaluation, so taking another one seems pointless. Hotch nods, “I told her that, but she seems to think you needing to take an impromptu day off is cause for concern. I tried to explain it wasn't, but…” You grumble and nod slowly. You weren't happy at all, but Hotch would just get into trouble if you didn't listen. So you wouldn't fight it, just deciding to suck it up and deal with it.

You let out a half-hearted huff, “I’ll do it… if only to keep Strauss off your ass.” Hotch smiles at you, “Thank you.” He sits up and puts his hands together on top of his desk, “Now for the good news.” Hotch almost looked like he was up to something, so you narrowed your eyes at him and waited for him to speak, “The whole team gets a week off.” You straighten up quickly, excited, “Really? I knew I asked you to figure something out. I didn't really expect it to work out.” Hotch takes mock offense, “Hey!” You chuckle and roll your eyes, “You know it's our job I don’t trust for days off, not you.” Hotch smiles and nods, “I know.” Your excitement was temporarily suspended when you came to a realization.

You look at Hotch suspiciously, “Why was that in the same conversation as the rest of that stuff…” Hotch’s face turns slightly guilty, “I may have countered that if Strauss is so concerned about one of my team’s mental wellbeing, then maybe she should make sure the whole team had some time to rest.” You glare at him, “You used me taking a day off as an excuse.” Hotch’s face quickly started to look concerned that you were mad at him. You think about it for a minute and then laugh, “Honestly, there are worse ways to earn some time off. I’ll take it.” Hotch looked relieved as he relaxed back into his chair, “I was hoping you’d be okay with that.” You think for a moment before asking, “What week?” Hotch frowns again, and you knew what he was about to say. You close your eyes and let out a soft sigh. You weren't mad. You understood the position Hotch was in and why it had to be added to the report.

When you told him you would call your doctor, you actually did. You even surprised yourself with actually following through with it. Half the time, your philosophy was that it wasn't a problem if you didn’t think about it. With how worried Aaron was, your stubbornness had quickly yielded. You had set up an appointment to have your scar fixed. It would either be removed or corrected depending on the doctor's official examination on the surgery date, which was about two weeks away. You had told Hotch, of course, mainly as your boyfriend, but you knew as your boss it was an essential piece of information that had to be added to the reports and your psychological evaluation. You didn’t plan to tell the team about it, but with it being in official paperwork somewhere, maybe you should. So with that information in play, you knew the answer to your own question just by the look on Hotch’s face. Strauss used that date as the starting point for the whole week off for the team.

You apparently had been silent for longer than you thought because you felt Hotch’s eyes on you as he spoke, “You know I had to put it into the report…” With a soft smile, you open your eyes, “I know. I’m not upset about it. It will give me the proper time to heal out of the field.” Hotch narrows his eyes at you, “I wouldn't have been letting you into the field that week anyway.” You laugh and scoff, “Like you could have really stopped me.” Hotch gets his stern boss face on, “It would have been an order. One that I would have to write you up for disobeying.” Though Hotch was making sure, you knew the rules, even with him being your boyfriend. He was very serious, and you couldn't help but smirk. Hotch glares at you, deeply setting a stern look onto his face. You grin at him, “And I would have put it in the special folder in my desk, with all the other write-ups you have given me.” Hotch’s sternness seems to be cracking, so you decided to add, “You have to admit, that's pretty much how we flirted before either of us knew it was flirting.” You could see the furrow in Hotch’s brow relaxing. You give him an innocent look, “You’d write me up. I’d be in trouble for a little bit, but after a week or so, it was like it never happened.” Hotch finally cracked and started chuckling. He plants his face into the palm of his hand, “Are there really a whole folder worth?” You laugh and nod, “Mhm.” His chuckle dies down, and he rolls his eyes as he sits back up, “I could fire you for all of those.” Hotch closes his eyes, and you can tell he is contemplating whether he actually needs to worry about this and its effect on his job in general. You want to interrupt his overthinking, so you laugh, “If it makes you feel better, it's not favoritism. You're this soft with the rest of the team being in trouble too. I just tend to get into trouble a tad bit more. I am the only one who saves them.” This seems to work for the time being. Hotch just opens his eyes with a halfhearted groan as he watches you. You stand up and walk around to his side of the desk.

Usually, you would have been more careful at work, but the blinds were closed. So was the door. You smirk at Hotch and shrug, “You’ll just have to make it up to me somehow.” He watches you and smirks back, “Is that so?” You give him a few small nods before leaning down and kissing him. Hotch kisses you back, even going as far as to grab your hips and pulls you down to him. You chuckle into the kiss as you end up half straddling him. You were a bit surprised that Hotch was the one who progressed the interaction further because he was the one always scolding you about sneaking around at work. Breaking the kiss slowly with a few small pecks. You only pull back a few inches away before whispering, “There are rules about this. We could get caught.” You mimic the stern tone he normally uses. Hotch rolls his eyes, even smirking as he groans at you, “I do not sound like that.” You grin at him, “You totally do. That was a perfect impersonation of you.” This earns you another eye roll from Hotch, followed by a chuckle. You kiss him one last time before starting to pull away.

Hotch’s hold on your hips tightens, trying to keep you in place. You playfully huff, “You're supposed to be the responsible one, remember?” Hotch has an extremely ornery look on his face. You feel yourself wanting to cave in. You have to physically shake your head to clear your thoughts, “If I thought we could get away with it right now. I would jump your bones.” This causes Hotch’s hands to tighten on you, “ And why wouldn't we get away with it?” Your willpower was wavering, but you knew right now this would get you caught, “Because the whole team is currently watching your office like a hawk trying to figure out what is going on.” Hotch lets out an annoyed growl. You lean down, giving him one last kiss before officially pulling away. Hotch lets go of you this time, just watching you as he leans back in his chair. You start readjusting your appearance, so it doesn't look like you were just making out with someone as you add, “If they so much as see a shadow of us fooling around, we are screwed and not in the fun way we want.” Hotch laughs and shakes his head at your joke. He starts fixing his composure as well. You offer Hotch one last smile before leaving his office.

While walking down the stairs, you look to your coworkers, “Guess who’s emotionally traumatizing situation earned us all a week off. I will be accepting ‘thank you’s’ in the form of treats or drinks the next time we go to a bar together.” Sure the event had taken a mental toll on you. It was serious but making light of the whole situation was how you would cope with it. Plus, all things considered, everyone on the team could use some time off. It had been a while. They needed it. So you were more than happy being the one who was the ‘excuse’ to get it for them. If their attention wasn’t already on you leaving Hotch’s office, it was now after that announcement.

Morgan and Prentiss are the first two to officially perk up. Prentiss tilts her head, “Was that the ‘time off’ that Strauss was talking about with Hotch.” You give a quick nod before adding, “Apparently, Strauss is worried that me taking a day off might mean I’m becoming mentally unstable or something.” You shrug, not exactly sure of her logic behind it. Morgan walks up to you, “Well, we all knew you were mentally unstable…” He playfully jabs as he claps you on the back. “And that was before the whole incident.” You roll your eyes, “Har… har… you're so funny. We can all see how hard you're trying to show you have both brawn and brains.” You tease Morgan back, he glares down at you, and you stick your tongue out at him in response. This causes Morgan to laugh loudly, “Just remember I can beat you up.” You nod your head in agreement, “I never said you couldn't.”

Prentiss slides over, “So what party plans do we have set up?” You look at her a bit confused, “We all literally just found out about getting a week off. How could we already have plans?” Prentiss and Morgan both scoff. Prentiss shakes her head at you, “We always have parties and fun times planned.” Morgan nods to back her up. It made sense that it was those two who would always have plans and be down to party. You sigh and roll your eyes, “Well, I, for one, am just glad for getting a week off in general.” Morgan and Prentiss were busy making plans, and you think even JJ walked away to call Will and tell him. But that left Reid, who you could feel watching you.

You whip around quickly, “May I help you, good doctor?” Reid studies you carefully, and you settle on staring right back at him until he answers. Reid finally speaks up, “First, you take a day off willingly. How you're excited about getting a week off… It’s very odd.” You walk up to Reid’s desk, “Don’t profile me. Not about this, at least. I just think a week off sounds nice for once.” Reid watches you, “You once complained for a whole plane ride because we were forced to take a week off.” You scoff, “You're exaggerating again.” Reid opens his mouth. You know that look on his face. He was about to regurgitate everything that you said during that plane ride, word for word. You make the gesture of covering his mouth without physically doing so, wanting to still respect his thing with germs.

Spencer takes the hint and doesn't say anything. You sigh, “Okay, I get it. It’s strange… but people are conundrums, myself included.” You hoped that would be the end of it, but Spencer just watches you again. You tilt your head curiously, “Yes?” Spencer looks at you, “A…” Spencer clears his throat and speaks quieter, “Are you okay?” You thought about lying, but just like Penelope, Spencer fell into a category of slightly softer team members. So you decide to answer him truthfully for the most part. You smile softly and give his hair a light tussle, “I am about as fine as one could be… given the situation.”

Spencer takes a moment before accepting this answer. You sigh and add, “I’m getting corrective surgery, and it just happened to line up with the days off that Strauss gave us. So that's why I am okay with this time off.” It wasn't the whole truth, but it was enough of the truth that you weren't technically lying. You could see Spencer’s brain working already. He speaks up, “Do you know what kind of procedure they will be performing? If it's the injections depending on the substance used, there have been adverse effects reported in about 63% to 75% of patients.” While you found the information interesting, you got worried about knowing the statistics for this kind of stuff. You could feel some of the anxiety starting already, but you didn’t want to interrupt Spencer. You weren't in a rush. He was constantly being interrupted by time constraints or by people who didn't want to listen at the time. So you were preparing yourself for any additional anxiety-inducing facts Spencer was about to tell you. He wasn't so wrapped up in his information dump yet that he actually noticed the change in your body language. Spencer immediately stops speaking and gives you a slight nod. He follows up with a soft smile, “If you need to talk to anyone…” He pauses. You were extremely grateful that Spencer refrained from continuing. Your mind was already giving you enough trouble about the whole situation without additional facts. Giving Spencer a thankful smile before you chuckle, finishing his sentence for him, “And I’ll kick down your door and come bother you with my problems.” Spencer's smile widens, and he nods at you. You give him one last hair tussle before walking away.

The rest of the day passes by fairly quickly. With you and the rest of the team making some semi-solid plans to have a party at Rossi’s during the week off. You couldn't help but nibble at the snack Penelope made for you. You wanted to talk about the week off with Hotch some more, but you had to wait until everyone left. You tried not to look too suspicious as you kept track of everyone as they started going for the day. You waited until you were 100% sure that no one else was left in the office, and you quickly trot up the stairs. Bursting into Hotch’s office without even knocking. He doesn’t even seem surprised. He was used to you entering like this. You dramatically flop down in the chair across from him, “What are we going to do during our days off? I wanna do something fun.” Hotch looks up at you from his papers, “You will be recovering from surgery. So we’ll be taking it easy.” You huff loudly, “But… We could do something fun instead of being boring.” Hotch just glares at you, staying firm on his point. You sigh and pull your own paperwork on top of his desk. You give one last attempt, “Aaron…” You make sure to pout overdramatically and stare him down. Hotch starts chuckling, “I think you picked the wrong partner if you wanted a ‘fun relationship’” You roll your eyes, “You’re plenty fun… most of the time… when your not making me follow stupid rules.” Hotch groans, “You could literally split something open if you overexert yourself.”

You scoff, “That’s if they do the thing with the cutting and stuff. It’s an outpatient procedure. I’ll be fine going right back to normal activity.” Hotch glares at you, “I overheard the phone call the other day. It could be outpatient, or you might have to stay for a few days. Either way, I’ll have to drive you home, or they legally will not let you leave the building.” You sigh and get a bit more serious, “That’s true… I didn’t put your name on the official paperwork, but you can still pick me up, right?” Hotch narrows his eyes at you, “...Yes.” You roll your eyes, “I’m not doing anything sneaky… I just worry about how good Penelope is… If we wanna keep this little affair a secret, then you gotta make sure the team doesn't have any way of finding out.” Hotch shakes his head at you, holding back a chuckle, “Don’t call it an affair… It makes it sound so much worse than it is.” You smile at him, “Fine, dating.” Hotch finally lets himself chuck as he nods, “Thank you.” You both go back to doing paperwork until you both eventually get too tired, and you end up going back to Hotch’s apartment with him.

You had only asked Aaron to pick you up from your minor surgery, but he insisted on driving you there as well. Part of you wondered if he thought you were going to chicken out and end up not going. You thought he was being a bit dramatic by driving you there, but as soon as you sat in the car's passenger side, you were glad that he was the one driving. Your hands were shaking, and you only noticed because you had looked down at your lap. You balled your hands into fists in order to stop it. You didn't understand why you were so nervous. It was just a simple procedure. You didn't even feel like it was that big of a deal. Aaron looked over at you while he drove, “Are you alright?” You scoff and nod dramatically, “Of Course. Why wouldn’t I be?” That little bit of attitude earned you a glare from Aaron. Which makes you feel a bit guilty, so you correct your reply with a sigh, “I’ll be fine… Just ready for it to be over.” Aaron doesn’t say anything. He just reached one hand over and held one of your still balled-up fists. You smile softly and start to feel yourself relax.

It was a quick drive to the surgery center. With an easy enough check-in, you and Aaron went to find a seat. The problem was waiting to be called back. All the sitting still and waiting put you on edge. You couldn't help but bounce your leg. Aaron placed his hand on your knee in an attempt to calm your nerves. It didn’t help that you still weren't sure why you were this nervous. You had surgeries before, so that wasn't the issue. After your most recent psychological evaluation, you understood how much the Monte situation affected you, but at the same time, it still didn't make sense to you.

The only thing that pulled you out of your own head was Aaron gently squeezing your knee. You give him a curious look. Seeing the scowl on Aaron’s face confuses you further, but then you hear the reason. A nurse calls out again, “[Y/N]?” They pause before looking at the chart in their hands. Between the nurse’s tone and Aaron’s scowl, you could tell that wasn't the first time the nurse had called for you. The nurse adds your last name in an attempt to clear up any shared name confusion, “[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?” You stand up quickly, “I’m here, sorry.” You make your way to the nurse. About to apologize again for your delayed response, you're stopped by Aaron speaking up right behind you, “One second, please.” He addressed the nurse. You turned around to look at him, confused. Aaron looked worried, “Do I need to go back with you?” You scrunch your face up at him, “I’m not a child.” Aaron sighs, “I never said you were.” He still looked worried. It's not like you hadn't seen each other in compromising situations before, so that wasn't the problem. It was just the thought of Aaron going back with you both comforted you and made you nervous at the same time. You quickly think about it, not wanting to take up more of the nurse’s time. You offer Aaron a smile, “I think I’ll be fine. Just be here when I get done.” His worried look on his face softens but doesn't go entirely away as he nods, “Of course.” You give him a quick kiss before finally going back with the nurse.

The nurse takes you back into the exam room. You have to take off your shirt so they can do a quick look over it before the actual surgeon gets in. Your odd nerves linger even after the nurse leaves. Luckily the surgeon doesn't take long to come into the room. Considering you don't care about scars in general, the conversation is relatively quick before deciding how to proceed. You just wanted the spot changed. You didn't so much care about how the scar looked after, as long as it no longer reminded you of that incident. The surgeon decides that the best course of action is to basically cut out your scar and pull the skin back together to make a straight scar instead of the more prominent, more bullet-shaped scar you have now. You readily agree to the surgery, and off you went. They put the anesthesia mask on you in the surgery room, and you were out like a light.

The next thing you remember is waking up slowly. Everything was so bright, and you had to cover your eyes a bit. You started groggily waking up. You were expecting to be alone or at least only with medical staff, but you heard a very familiar noise. The extremely annoyed but trying to hide it, noise Aaron made. While Aaron was annoyed most of the time at work and made all sorts of noises. You didn't even have to look over at him to know what he was doing. Aaron was reading a newspaper and groaning to himself about the errors. Inaccuracies in the crime section of the newspaper, to be exact. You couldn't help but chuckle as you turned to look at him. Which came out as a weird noise between the grogginess and your dry throat. Aaron immediately closes the paper, completely forgetting about whatever it was he was annoyed about mere seconds ago. He looks worried again, moving to the edge of his chair to be ready to help if need be, “Are you alright? Do you need anything?” A large smile spreads across your face, “It aggravates you every time you try to read those. So why do you keep doing it?” Aaron takes your first sentence as a sign that you're doing just fine. He smiles at you and rolls his eyes, “I have to stay on top of cases.” You chuckle again and start moving a bit, wincing when you move your side just right. The pain was tolerable, which was a good thing. You begin sitting up, “I thought you said you would be in the waiting room.” Aaron sits back in his chair and gives you an ornery look, “Well, you said you didn’t want me back there for the exam, but nothing about coming back here while you were recovering.” You let out a playful groan and roll your eyes, “I’ll allow it just this once.” You tease and decide to look at your side. It was bandaged up, so there wasn't much to see. You try to start trying to peel up a corner of the bandage, trying to see something. Aaron quickly speaks up, “They said to leave it alone.” You shoot him a quick glare, “I am leaving it alone. I just want to look at it.” You knew you needed to be careful, and you probably would have listened. However, part of you was nervous it wasn't going to look different enough, so you persisted. Aaron must have seen the worry on your face because he let you continue. You gingerly pull up the bandage until you can see your stitches. Your previous scar was now almost perfectly straight. It looked nothing like it did before. You let out a sigh of relief, deciding now you can relax and leave it alone. Aaron watches you, “Better?” You hum softly, “Much better.” He reaches over and lets his hand find yours. You return the gesture but start trying to work your way out of the medical bed.

Aaron glares at you, “You need to wait until the doctor takes a look at you.” You scoff, “We both know I’m definitely not going to just sit around and wait.” He narrows his eyes at you. To which you just smile innocently before continuing to stubbornly stand off the bed. Aaron halfheartedly groans and caves, helping you. He lets you use one of his arms for balance while he hands you your clothes with his other hand. You chuckle as you start steadily pulling on your underwear, “You gave up really easily.” Aaron shakes his head, but you can hear the smile in his voice, “I’m picking my battles.” Next, you pull on your pants, having to sit on the edge of the bed to get them all the way up your legs. Aaron helps you when need be, so you don't hurt yourself. You smile as you start sliding out of the medical gown, “I’m lucky to have such a sweet boyfriend to take care of me while I heal.” Aaron chuckles and teases you, “Very lucky” You use Aaron’s shirt to pull him down closer to you and kiss him. He gently kisses you back before helping you get your shirt on. Aaron makes sure you don’t overexert yourself, “Once the doctor clears you, we can go home.” You hum and sit back down on the bed, ready to wait.

It was the night of Rossi’s party. You had been healing well, and besides being a little slower than usual, you were functioning pretty well. Penelope agreed to drive you to Rossi’s, even though Aaron had to drop you off at your own apartment. Keeping your relationship a secret could be tiring, but it was worth it. Penelope picked you up and talked about how much fun the party tonight would be and how she was only going to drink a ‘reasonable’ amount tonight and not get too crazy. You didn't really believe her, and you're sure she would be staying the night at Rossi’s. You'd have to get a ride home with someone else. Hopefully, you could sneak home with Aaron without anyone noticing. Normally you would be drinking with everyone, but you were supposed to wait until a few weeks after surgery before having alcohol again. Since you haven't told anyone but Spencer about your surgery, hopefully, you'll be able to hide your lack of drinking tonight as well. You did bring a bottle of alcohol as a gift for everyone and as a potential distraction from the fact you weren't actually drinking.

When Penelope pulled up, and you both got out of the car. You could see that a few people were already there. You saw Aaron’s car and JJ’s, but Derek’s car was missing. He was probably running late so he could pick up Emily and Spencer. You let Penelope lead the way. She knocked a cheerful tune on the door. A moment later, Rossi answers the door, “Benvenuti!” Penelope tackles Rossi with a hug, “Hello!” Penelope just as quickly let's go and trots happily into the house. Rossi looks to you, and you chuckle, “Don’t expect me to hug you.” Rossi laughs and motions for you to come in, “Wouldn't dream of it.” You offer him the bottle, which he happily accepts. You nod to him before slipping into his house and joining the others. Penelope already has a fruity-looking drink in her hand with a colorful reusable umbrella in it, which she must have brought from home, or Rossi could have had them stashed away somewhere.

As you were looking around the room, you did everything in your power not to linger on Aaron too long. Everyone was far too sober for you to start slipping up already. You head over to the bar and make sure to mess with the right combination of bottles and containers before pouring yourself a non-alcoholic beverage. Penelope was already messing with whatever music Rossi had on with the help of JJ. Rossi scoffed loudly enough you all could hear him from the entryway, “That was a classic.” Without hesitation, Penelope retorts, “Classically boring.” Penelope was only satisfied when she found something that she could sing and dance to. Penelope was already thoroughly enjoying herself like she always did. You knew JJ would join in soon like always. You were waiting to have two or three ‘drinks’ because that's what it usually took to get you out on the dance floor with everyone else.

Moments later, you hear Derek barge into the area everyone was gathered in, “Sorry we are running late, pretty boy was fixing his hair or something.” Derek chuckles, and Spencer automatically glares at Derek, “Actually, it was because you refused to listen to the directions I gave you and got stuck in traffic just like I said you would.” Derek wipes around, “That's not at all what happened… right, Prentiss?” Emily just shakes her head and dodges around both men who stopped in front of her, “I just came here to have fun with my friends. Not get dragged into your bickering.” You chuckle as both Derek and Spencer now turn their halfhearted glares to Emily. The play fight is quickly interrupted by Derek noticing Penelope already dancing. Derek fakes offense, “Baby girl, you started without me?” Penelope doesn't stop dancing for even a second, “Beauty waits for no one.” Penelope giggled before adding, “Just think of it as me keeping the dance floor warmed up for you.” Derek grabs himself a drink before joining Penelope, “Well, I am truly sorry for making you wait.” Emily shortly joins the group, using JJ as her main dancing partner. Rossi had joined Aaron off to the side. Which left you and Spencer off in your own group.

Spencer had water in his hand and glanced at the drink in yours, “You shouldn't be drinking for the next two weeks.” The party was already loud enough it was easy for the two of you to have a private conversation of sorts. You chuckle, “The doctor said a week to two weeks, your rounding up. And shh…” You bring your finger to your lips as you shush him. Spencer gets very serious, “I can list off all the statistics-” You laugh and playfully roll your eyes, “You’re a great friend Reid, but I meant shush, I’m faking it.” Spencer softens up, “Ohh, good.” You were about to say something else to Spencer, but the song changes to something slow, and Penelope and Derek catch your attention. They are both partially grinding against each other. As soon as the slow song ends, you shout at them both, ”Get a room.” You immediately regret it as Penelope glares right at you and stares you down. She starts heading towards you with a determined look on her face. You sigh and chuckle, “Shit.” You automatically grab Spencer’s wrist, knowing that if Penelope was going to drag you onto the dance floor, you were taking Spencer down with you. Reid protests, “I can’t dance.” You shake your head, “Neither can I, but we are all going to look like idiots together." Spencer doesn't fight anymore, and soon enough, Penelope grabs you by the hem of your shirt and pulls you into the group to dance with Spencer trailing behind you.

It was always a good time with the team, not worrying about anything. You were having a lot of fun, but it was hard not to over-exert yourself, especially when Penelope was almost always at max energy level. You manage not to hurt yourself too badly, but you knew you would need a break soon. Luckily you found your chance when everyone who was dancing and drinking got too hot and decided to move the party outside where it was nice and cool. You stayed out there just long enough before downing your drink and using your empty glass as an excuse to break away from the group and take a short break. You stood at the mini-bar inside, which was luckily entirely out of view of anyone else, so you didn't have to fake what you were doing. You got yourself some more water and sat down on a bar stool for a minute. Suddenly you hear Aaron’s voice, “Are you alright?” You jump a little and then wince a bit before slowly rotating your seat around. You smile, “I’m fine.” Aaron furrows his brow, “Are you sure you did pop some stitches or anything?” You tilt your head and smile, “If I did, everyone would have noticed.” You motion down to your grey shirt, the bandages themselves were not visible, but blood would have very easily stained the fabric. He was worried, which was cute. Aaron narrows his eyes at you before suddenly leaning down and kissing you. You kiss him back for a bit, glad that no one else was around. You break the kiss first and chuckle, “Aaron… we are at a work party.” You playfully scold him. Aaron rolls his eyes but then smirks, “You kissed me at the last work party we all went to. So I think it's about time I paid you back for that.” You laugh and shrug, “Fair enough.” You offer him a playful look, “Think we could get away with more than a kiss? I mean, Rossi has more than enough extra rooms.” Aaron gives you another soft kiss before shaking his head, “Not with your stitches still in, and if we are both gone much longer, Spencer will notice.” You nod, chuckling as you slowly stand up, “True, harder to sneak around when not everyone is inebriated.” Aaron nods and follows you with his eyes as you start walking away, “Be careful.” You turn and smile at him, “Of course, Sir.” This earns you a glare with no real annoyance behind it as you smile back before leaving to go back outside to the party.

You could already feel yourself getting tired, and you just knew you would only really want to stay for a few more hours, so you don't overdo it. When you get back to the group, you walk in on the middle of a conversation. Emily comments, “I have Sergio. That is more than enough for me.” Penelope whines, “But come onnnnn… I have a friend who would be perfect for you.” Emily stands her ground and shakes her head, “Nope. No way.” You walked up just in time for Penelope to turn her efforts right at you, “What about you? I know this guy, and he would be perfect for you.” You laugh, “You literally just said the same thing about Emily. Penelope pouts, “All my friends are perfect in their own way, and all of my friends would be perfect for each other.” You shake your head, “I’m going to pass as well, thanks, though.” Penelope gets a drunkenly stern look on her face, “Just one date… when is the last time you went out with someone who isn't us?” You try to ignore the question, but the discussion about your love life gets Derek’s attention. He chimes in, “Yeah… The last time we heard you even going out with someone was like two years ago.” You glare at Derek, “And?” Derek narrowed his eyes at you. He wasn't quite drunk, but he was at least buzzed, so you weren't too worried as he stared you down, “Are you secretly dating someone then? Why wouldn't you want to go out with someone as cool as Penelope's friend.” You can't help but laugh, “Do you know the person too then?” Derek shakes his head, “Nah… but like the baby girl said, all her friends are cool.” You roll your eyes and shake your head. Emily decides to chime in as well, “I know some people you might like.” You facepalm as you laugh.

You know it was them drunkenly trying to help you out, so you weren't mad, but you didn't expect this. You lift your head back up, “That's it, you all are too interested in my love life. I am going to become a nun or something.” Apparently, it was time for almost everyone else to start picking on you as well. JJ chuckles, “You swear like a sailor.” You scoff, but before you can defend yourself, Spencer adds, “You're also too aggressive.” You glare at Spencer, which honestly just kind of proves his point. Emily smiles and shrugs, “You like the danger too much, just like me.” Derek grins, “You like your job way too much to ever leave us.” You chuckle and shake your head. Penelope finishes up by adding, “More importantly, you love us wayyyy too much to ever ever leave us, right?” Penelope looks at you with big, borderline tearful eyes. She clearly had too much to drink because, with the look on her face, you could have sworn you just told her you were quitting or something. You nod and give Penelope a loving pat on the head, “I love you all, and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” This cheers Penelope up right away and tackles you in a hug. It takes every ounce of your self-control not to wince as you hugged her back. Luckily since Spencer knew your secret, he quickly helped you out. Spencer almost shouted out, “I thought this was supposed to be a party.” Penelope very quickly lets go of you and collects herself. Before immediately getting distracted by a song that starts playing and dragging you all back into dancing with her. You have just enough time to mouth a ‘Thank you’ to Spencer before you all get pulled away.

After a few more hours, everyone else starts to break off, getting too tired to continue. JJ is the first to go so she could get back to Will and Henry. Next is Penelope, who passes out right on the couch in the living room. Which is unsurprising when she partied this hard. You were pretty sure Emily and Derek would be up all night challenging each other to stupid things. Rossi was utterly unaffected by whatever alcohol he had consumed. Rossi also seemed unphased by whatever mess was now scattered around his house. Spencer was very ready to go home and relax. Since Derek was currently busy having a shot contest with Emily, Spencer didn't have a ride. Luckily Aaron hadn’t drank that much so he was safe to drive. Spencer asked Aaron first, “Hotch, Would you mind giving me a ride?” You were grateful for this because now you could ask Aaron for a ride as well, and it just looked like a coworker carpool instead of your way to sneak over to Aaron’s apartment. Aaron nods, “Of course.” Aaron pauses for a second before turning and asking you a question he already knows the answer to, “Are you staying at Rossi’s, or would you like a ride home as well?” You offer a smile and nod, “If you wouldn't mind. Home sounds great right about now.” Aaron nod’s and the three of you say goodbye to Rossi before heading out.

You sit in the back seat with Spencer just to further express the whole ‘coworker’ thing. Luckily Spencer didn’t live too far away, so it made sense to drop him off first, and then you and Aaron could just head back to his place. The car ride was pretty quiet, with Spencer casually back seat driving and giving directions even though Aaron knew where he was going. When Aaron stops outside of Spencer's apartment, Spencer lets out a big yawn before thanking Aaron and hopping out of the car. With that, you can relax a bit more. You decide to wait until Aaron stops at the next red light to jump into the front seat, which you choose to do by staying in the car and just squeezing through the middle console area between the two front seats before taking your place in the passenger seat. Aaron glares at you, “Careful.”

You sleepily roll your eyes, “I’m fine. You worry too much.” Aaron starts driving again and shakes his head, “You seem to forget you had surgery.” You chuckle, “I promise I didn't forget. I just am choosing not to let it affect how I do things.” He looks over at you, “Do you have that much of an issue just taking it easy?” Aaron sounded serious. You slowly turn to face him, tilting your head before raising your eyebrow. He turns to look back at you. You decide to respond and can't help but start to chuckle, “I’m going to go ahead and assume that you said that cause you're a sweet boyfriend and worried.” You pause and let your chuckle turn into a laugh, “Because I sure as hell don't think my unit chief Aaron Hotchner can look me dead in the face and say that like he has not literally ignored hospital and doctors orders to get back into the field.” Aaron opens his mouth to protest but realizes the point you're making. He sighs, and you see a slight ornery look on his face when he finally responds, “I am allowed to do that because I am your boss.” You laugh and scoff, “Sure… sure.” Aaron parks in front of his apartment, and he turns off the car. He turns to you and gets a bit more serious again, “Just try to be more careful... for me?” You start to blush and decide just to kiss Aaron instead. Once you pull away, you answer him, “I’ll try. Now let's get inside, and into bed I’m exhausted.” Aaron smiles and nods before you both get out of the car, ready to call it a night.

Continuation of Co-Conspirators –Part 1–Part 2–Part 3–Part 4–Part 5-Part 6*

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[andraaste]

I am not your enemy - Lance fanfiction part 6

Chapter 6, with French expressions probably untranslatable aha, sorry for that !

(Link for Chapter 7 here)

Chapter 6 : I selfishly wished he would notice me too

- So Andraste, let's talk seriously.

The eyes of Koori, the kitsune of the snowy lands I had met some time ago alongside Karenn, seemed to glow with a suddenly mischievous glow.

- How was it with the right arm of the Sparkling ? she asked me.

Frowning, I looked at her taken aback.

- What do you mean ?

I clearly wasn't sure what she was implying. Finally, I still had my little idea.

- Well you know, at the level ... of what obviously makes his reputation, she explained to me while miming clearly obscene gestures.

- Oh Koori, it's my brother we're talking about ! immediately rebelled Karenn, the youngest of the said concerned.

- So what ? Heard you were dating a while before you saved HQ, all that stuff.

She swept away this last point with a vague wave of her hand.

It’s true. Seven years in a crystal isn't that important, in the end.

- And I would like to know : is he really as good as they say ?

- Koori !

- C’mon, tell us everything !

The kitsune mimicked a pout while clapping her hands on the table. After a quick glance at her friend the young vampire, Koori turned to me again to rectify the situation.

- Well, tell me everything.

- That was seven years ago, Koori, I tried in vain.

- But we don't care. For you it was only a few days ago, right ? You must remember it well !

I arched an eyebrow.

- Yes I remember, but I'm not sure he would appreciate knowing that I talk about this.

- We don't care what he thinks, he's just a self-centered vampire anyway.

Faced with our dark eyes, she added :

- Without wanting to offend you.

- Koori, you don't want to give him up a bit ?

- If he tried harder to be nice, too ... Well anyway, you didn't answer my question, Andraste. Is Nevra a good shot ?

My cheeks suddenly turned a scarlet red in front of the curious looks that never let go of me. Even Karenn seemed curious about the answer. I let out a sigh of surrender.

- Ok. Let's say ... his reputation precedes him. Clearly.

- Aaaaah I'm disappointed ! I hoped to have something crunchy against him !

The young vampire rolled her eyes.

- Koori, this is still my brother you're talking about.

- Very well, very well. Besides, is it true that he has completely ignored you since you woke up ? Knowing full well that for you, you were still together a short time ago ...

Ouch, that hurt.

- Look, I don't really want to talk about it, there...

- It's incredible. Yes he's moved on, but he might try hard for you, anyway. I don't know, some semblance of empathy, maybe ?

- At the moment, I'm already trying to figure out what's wrong with my body. I will think of Nevra later, I have other priorities.

What a nasty liar. Every time I heard about him, my little heart sank a little more. And the rare times I ran into him ... each time I felt a little more alone. To endure the loss of a romantic relationship as intense as the one I had with him, it was clearly not my responsibility now. I was just trying not to think about it in order to be able to take everything that had been sweeping over me for several days a little better.

- Alright, if you don't want to talk about it...

A tray suddenly appeared right next to me.

- Hi girls !

Mathieu's big smile appeared in my field of vision.

- I told myself that your meal must be very sad without me, so here I am !

- Oh, all that was missing, sighed the kitsune.

- Stop trying to make me believe that you don’t appreciate my presence, I was not born last rain.

She exchanged a strange look with Karenn, before retorting, both obviously in agreement :

- You really have strange expressions, humans.

Mathieu and I laughed heartily and the conversation finally eased. I listened to the merry gang discussing with a distracted ear, lost in my thoughts from the questionnaire I had received earlier. I missed Nevra, that was a fact.

No, it was more than that. I felt like I was suffocating without his presence. Crossing him was literally torture for me, as I just couldn't stop loving someone overnight. I had to talk to him, but only when we were each ready to do so.

Eyes lost on my plate for several seconds, I raised them to try to get back into the conversation when I came across silver hair.

Having just sat alone at a table, Lance was about to start his meal when a group of young Obsidian recruits came to meet him, looking in admiration.

I could see the annoyance that marked his face despite the courteous smile he displayed. Lance wasn't that fond of this image of him. I had to admit that the leader of the Obsidian was really popular, here. Most people seemed to ignore him, if not fear him, but he still aroused admiration even among the most reluctant. Either people feared him or worshiped him. There wasn't much of a half measure and I knew it made him uncomfortable.

Simply because Lance will probably never forgive himself for his actions.

So at one time, he certainly loved to show admiration. Only now I was sure he hated it.

Trying to imagine the former Lance, the one he had been before Ashkore, drew a thin smile on my lips. What was he like at that time ? Probably conceited and proud that the world admires him. It was his style.

- Andraste, are you still with us ?

Karenn's voice immediately brought me back to reality.

- Uh yes, of course !

With her chin resting on one of her hands, she looked at me slyly.

- Why are you smiling in your corner ?

Caught in the act.

- Nothing, I was just thinking about something, I tried in vain to defend myself.

The conversation resumed and despite myself, I could not help but continue to glance from time to time in the direction of the dragon. It had been a while since I had seen him and even though it was on my own initiative, I had to admit that something deep inside me selfishly wished him to notice me too. As if he had heard the flow of my thoughts, Lance suddenly let his gaze fall directly on me, fixing his icy eyes on mine. An electric shock ran through me as our eyes remained firmly fixed on one another.

Neither of us wanted to let go first.

Several seconds passed until Mathieu's voice called out to me, breaking the link.

- Are you coming with us Andraste ?

I looked at him a little lost. Damn, what was he talking about ? Sensing my confusion, he explained to me:

- There is an evening that is organized for the return of the troops that have left for exploration. It's become kind of a ritual now.

- Oh, it's great that they do that !

- It was Huang Hua who instituted this. She thinks it motivates and brings HQ members together.

- Well let's go in that case !

We all got up together. My tray in hand, I walked towards the ladder to put it there.

I knew Lance hadn't taken his eyes off me once until I stepped out of the large room, and the thought made me ... exhilarate ?

(Chapter 7)

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 95

warnings: nsfw hold my hand masterlist

Ever since John got his results back from his doctor, things have been amazing in the Wick household. The two of you have been actively trying to get pregnant, but you’ve had no luck so far. Your honeymoon was amazing, and exactly what the two of you needed. It was nice to be away, just you and John, and just spend time together not stressing out about test results.

It’s a few days before Halloween and you’re just getting the last of the things that you’ll need -- basically just more bags of candy. Jimmy is having a Halloween party tonight, and you’re so excited to finally see what John has decided to dress as. You’ve been guessing, but he’s kept such a tight lip on it that it’s been pissing you off.

Running into the house, you head for the guest bedroom, and John furrows his brow as he watches you run past. You didn’t bother to stop and say hi because you know he’ll try to get a look at your costume. You’ve done such a good job at hiding it from him, but you remembered you were forgetting one crucial piece of your costume.

“What are you doing?” John asks, knocking on the door, “Just let me see your costume.”

“No!” you playfully yell at him from the other side of the door, “You haven’t shown me yours yet.”

“Because…”

You open the door and cock up an eyebrow, “Because it’s a secret, right?”

“Well, yeah.” he laughs and looks over your shoulder to see if he can see your costume, and you lightly punch him in the stomach as he laughs, “Okay, okay, I’ll stop.”

“You only have to wait a few more hours.” you push past John and grab his hand to keep him from going into the guest bedroom. “I can’t wait to see your costume. I honestly have no idea what you’re going to be, I certainly can’t see you dressing as a vampire or something.”

John shakes his head and laughs, “No, not a vampire.”

“A…chef?” you ask, sitting down on the couch, and John shakes his head again. “A mime?”

“Nope.” he smiles.

“Hmm…” you tilt your head to the side and think. You have no idea what John could be going as. The possibilities are endless, and John always likes to surprise you.

John looks at his watch to check the time, then slaps his hands on his legs, “Well, I better go shower and start to get ready.”

“Very good idea.” you lean over to kiss John and smile, “Me, too.”

The two of you head your separate ways, and John leans over the staircase railing to see you again, “Hey…”

“What?”

John smiles, “Can’t wait to see your sexy costume.”

“I bet you can’t.” you laugh loudly as you lock yourself in the guest bedroom.

__

You’re looking at yourself in the mirror, trying your hardest not to laugh. John is expecting something sexy, and your costume is…well, it’s sexy to you. John, on the other hand, you don’t know how he’ll react. You’re just hoping he’s actually going to wear a costume.

There’s a knock at the door that startles you, and you open it up to see Tess wearing her costume.

“Oh, my god. You look so cute!” you gasp and hug her tight. “How very Madonna of you!”

Tess laughs as she fluffs up her hair in the mirror, “Jimmy wanted to wear matching 80s costumes, so I was told him there’s no way in hell I’m not going as the iconic ‘Like a Virgin’ Madonna.”

“But what are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to check up and see the progress,” Tess laughs, then she gestures you, “John is literally going to die when he sees you. I just saw him in the kitchen, and he’s fully convinced you’re going as like…some sexy librarian or something.”

You look at Tess, furrowing your brow, “Did he actually say librarian?”

Tess brushes you off and heads for the door, “Anyway, I’ll meet you over there.”

“Okay.” you lock the door behind Tess and grab your jacket from the bed to put it on. Smiling wide, you fix your top, then grab your heels to put them on. You take a long look at yourself in the mirror and grab the plastic gun that you had bought earlier today at the dollar store, then you take a deep breath and exhale, “I’m John Wick.”

__

You had convinced John to head over to the party before you. You knew you wanted to make an entrance, and right now, only Aurelio and Amanda are at the party to help set up. Tess is on the front lawn with her phone pressed to her ear.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure that he’s being good.” she says and nods her head, “Thank you so much. We’ll be over to get him in the morning. We really appreciate this. Okay, bye.”

When Tess looks up and sees you, she laughs so loud that you have to press your hand to her mouth to keep everyone from looking outside.

“Shh!” you put your finger to your mouth as you laugh.

“Oh…my god.” Tess backs away a little and checks you out, “You’re John. Well, actually I think you need to like put some blood on your face or something.”

You pull out the tube of fake blood and laugh, “I have the idea of putting it on more and more throughout the night. Oh, and I have a fake gun too.”

“Why didn’t you slick your hair back though? He always combs it back when he works.” Tess asks, tucking your hair behind your ears. “There, I mean, at least leave it tucked behind your ear.”

You fluff your hair back out and squint your eyes as you walk past Tess, “You’re such a mom.”

Opening the door to Tess’ house, you see Jimmy moving a table to the back patio. Amanda is dressed as a bubble bee, and Aurelio as a bee-keeper. They look so cute and you want to squeal, but you have to keep up your John Wick act.

“I gotta act…cool.”

Tess laughs, “You think John is cool? He’s not.”

“Yes, I am.” you say, trying to make your voice deeper. “I’m really cool.”

Tess looks at you as she laughs and walks into the living room to talk to Amanda. You playfully stumble in behind Tess, and Aurelio gets off the couch to help you.

“I’m fine.” you say, putting your hand out, “I’m fine.”

“Are you serious?” Tess laughs, then shakes her head as she look at Aurelio, “She’s--”

“You’re John.” Aurelio laughs.

“John Wick.” you reach out to shake his hand and try your best John impression.

You look over your shoulder to see John walking through the back door, and you try your hardest not to laugh when you see him in a gray pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt to match.

As you stumble over to John, he laughs loudly, “Really?”

“I’m John Wick.” you smile.

John laughs and gestures to you, “I see that. I’m pretty sure I’m not as cute as you are though. I also don’t look as good in a pair of heels.”

You lean closer to John and whisper, “Don’t ask if I’m workin’, you already know the answer.”

Laughing quietly, John walks a little closer to you, unsure if you’re going to let him hug you, and he smiles when you reach out for him. He hugs you tight in his arms as more people begin to come into the house, and he leans back to see your face.

“You look so sexy.” he says, looking down at your shoes then up at your face, “No beard though. Is it weird how turned on I am by this? Because I’m finding this very hot.”

“As you should!” you laugh as you kiss John, “So, Mr. Balboa...”

John laughs as he shrugs, “I couldn’t think of anything. I sat on the couch for hours and turned on the TV, and they were playing Rocky. Simple enough outfit.”

“I like it.” you smile, scooting closer to him, “I like you in sweatpants, and your cute little stocking cap. A little disappointed that you’re not in the shorts and robe though.”

John lets out a loud laugh, “Yeah, sorry, you’re missing out on all of that.”

“Well,” you trail your finger down John’s beard as you smirk, “I’ll get to see it later.”

__

The party has been going great so far, and John has been eyeing you all night. He keeps winking at you and wiggling his eyebrows when you look at him, and he looks so damn hot that you can’t wait to get home tonight.

Jimmy has invited quite a few of his friends to the party, and you’ve been laughing at all of their costumes. Your favorite so far has been the chicken. The only problem with so many people in the house is that it’s so damn hot. Stepping out onto the back patio, you tilt your back and exhale, watching your warm breath in the cold air. You take off your suit jacket and lift your arms to allow some air to flow through your shirt to cool you down, then you shiver from the sudden rush of cold air.

A noise behind you that startles you, and you squint your eyes a little to see who is behind you, “Hello?”

“Oh, sorry,” a man says, stepping into the light more, “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just needed a cigarette.”

You laugh a little, “It’s okay, I just…thought I was alone. Good thing I didn’t start talking to myself, that would have been embarrassing!”

Reaching out to shake your hand, the man smiles, “Gary.”

“Gary, hi, I’m Y/N.” you squint your eyes a little to get a better look at his costume, “Hawaiian shirt and jeans.”

Gary holds up a fake mustache and smiles, “A mustache.”

You snap your fingers as you think, “Oh, oh, oh! Yes! Hopper from Stranger Things!”

“You’re good!” he laughs, tucking the mustache back in his pocket, “If we play games, I want you on my team. Okay, so let me guess what you are. Uh, I have no idea.”

“I’m my husband.” you laugh and put your jacket back on.

Gary furrows his brow a little as he takes a puff of his cigarette, “And your husband is…”

“John.” you say, then you quickly add in his last name since he seems to have no clue who you’re talking about. “He’s inside, he’s dressed as Rocky Balboa -- his favorite movie.”

“Hmm,” he drops his cigarette to the ground and steps on it, “Don’t think I know him. Won’t lie, I’m a little bummed that you’re married. It’s a shame that you’re not single.”

You chuckle nervously, “Oh, uh, I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

“Maybe you can…give me your number.”

A creepy smirk spreads across Gary’s face as he moves under the light a little more, and you take a step back when he stops closer again.

Okay. You’re uncomfortable now.

You give him a polite smile, then you move past him a little, but he blocks your way. Exhaling loudly, you look up at him and shake your head as you hold his gaze. What is it with drunk guys at parties? You were being friendly with him and talking to him, but he had to go and ruin it.

“Excuse you.”

Gary laughs, “You don’t like me, do you?”

“I don’t know you.” you say, taking a step to your right, but he moves with you. “Don’t do this. Trust me, you don’t want to do this.”

You’re starting to get cold from standing outside, and you’re also starting to get a little scared. Gary is just about as big as John, a little more hefty than him, but he’s pretty scary. You take another breath and roll your eyes before you turn around and head to the gate that leads to the front of the house.

Gary grabs your jacket and pulls you back to him, but you turn around and punch him hard in the face, causing him to stumble back a few steps with his hand over his mouth and nose.

As he stumbles back a few more steps, you inch your way around him and head inside, frantically looking around for John. He’s laughing with Aurelio and Tess, and he looks over at you, immediately changing his demeanor when he sees your face.

“What’s goin’ on?” he reaches for your hand and pulls you aside, and he looks down to see the blood on your hand, “What the fuck happened?”

“I…punched someone.” you look up at John in shock, and you start to laugh a little in disbelief, “I just punched a guy.”

Tess grabs your arm, “You what?”

“Gary, I punched him.” you look down at your hand and see it shaking, “He grabbed my arm, so I turned around and just…punched him.”

John looks at Tess and shakes his head, “Who’s Gary?”

“I don’t know.” she shrugs, “We don’t know a Gary.”

You look over Tess’ shoulder when he walks into the house, and you hide around the corner a little so he won’t see you. Pointing at him, you look at Tess and John, and you watch John’s eyes narrow as he looks at him. The look of pure anger on John’s face causes you to shiver, and you frown when he looks back you.

“I didn’t even do anything. He was just standing in the yard and I started talking to him because he was back there smoking -- I was just being nice. I guessed his costume, then he tried to guess mine, and I immediately told him that I was married and that I was dressed as my husband. I was just being nice, I just wanted to be nice. I’m sorry.”

John cups your face and shakes his head, “Don’t do that. Don’t start apologizing like you’ve done something wrong.”

“But this is the second time it’s happened.” you say as you start to cry, “I was just being nice.”

John looks at Tess and puts his hand on her shoulder, “Take her and get her cleaned up.”

Tess puts her hands on your shoulders and pushes you, but you look at John and reach out for him, “Don’t get arrested, please.”

“I won’t.” John laughs.

Tess turns around and looks at him, “Don’t kill him on our new rug. We just bought it.”

__

You’re sitting on Tess’ bed while she looks over your hand, and you sigh as you look down at it. The blood is cleaned off of it, and thankfully it’s not swollen or anything. It surprisingly doesn’t have any pain, probably because of the adrenaline.

“Looks good, goose.” Tess says, looking up at you. She rubs your back a little to get you to look at her, then she gives you a small smile, “It’s not your fault.”

“This has happened twice now. First Matt, now this.” you sigh again as you look away from Tess, “Should I just never talk to someone because they might take it the wrong way? I told him I was married and he just started hitting on me, I didn’t even flirt with him. I don’t flirt. I don’t know how! I flirt with John, but that’s different. He’s my husband.”

Tess sighs, “Some…men just don’t understand. It’s disgusting. This isn’t your fault. He’s gross, I don’t even know who he is. I didn’t invite him, and I’m pretty sure Jimmy doesn’t know him.”

“So, who is he?”

“I don’t know. He must have come with someone.” Tess says, and the two of you look up when someone knocks on the door.

“Hey,” John smiles, then he hides his left hand when he comes into room. You cock up your eyebrow a little as he kneels down in front of you, and he places his right hand on your thigh, “Are you okay?”

“Show me your hand.” you say, and John holds up his right hand. You give him a disapproving look as a smile tugs at his lips, “Your other hand, Jonathan.”

John inhales deeply as he holds up his left hand, and you grab it to look over, but you see it’s free of any cuts and it’s not bloody. You furrow your brow slightly as you look at him, and he laughs as he looks at you.

“So, you washed your hands before you came in here.” you say, crossing your arms. “Did you kill him?”

Tess excuses herself from the bedroom and leaves you and John alone, and he gets off the floor and sits down next to you on the bed. He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you over so you can lean against his shoulder.

“I didn’t kill him. I didn’t even hit him.” he says, shaking his head, then he starts to laugh, “I can’t believe you punched him. What did you do?”

You look at John and make a fist, “I did what you taught me: decked him in the nose.”

“Oh, it’s broken. Well, if it wasn’t before…” he says, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling. “I didn’t hit him because I didn’t get to him first. A few other women said he was weird with him. Amanda said that he…groped her, so…”

“I bet Aurelio was pissed. I’d be more afraid of Amanda though. You and your friends love strong women, don’t you?” you say, and John laughs quietly as he nods. “I’m sorry that this happened. I mean, I know it’s not my fault. I really was just being friendly. You know that I wouldn’t do that to you, right?”

John furrows his brow, “What? Cheat on me?”

“Yeah.”

Turning to face you more, John looks you in the eyes and nods his head, “I know. I know you love me. I trust you. Do you doubt that?”

“Well, no. And I trust you. I’ve said before that I could put you in a room with the most beautiful woman in the world and I would trust you.”

John starts to smile, and you roll your eyes before he can even say something cheesy. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Anyway.” you laugh as you look at John, “Seriously, I’m sorry our night was ruined.”

John gets up from the bed and stands in front of you, “It’s not ruined.”

John pulls you up from the bed and wraps his arms around you before he leans down and kisses you several times in hopes that it’ll take your mind off of things. He exhales as he lets go of you and looks down at your hands, inspecting them a little.

John presses a delicate kiss to your knuckles, then he looks at you and smiles, “You really are John Wick tonight. Dangerous little woman.”

Tilting your head back, you laugh as you look at him, “I just…didn’t even think. I shouldn’t have hit him though, that was a little out of line. I should have just pushed him.”

“No, you should have punched him.” he says, cupping your face, “I’m so proud of you. I worry about you so much, but it’s nice to know that you’re able to take care of yourself. Not that I ever doubted it since you’ve been kicking my ass lately when we would practice.”

Leaning closer to John, you wrap your arms around his neck and lock eyes with him as you bite your lip, “Why don’t we just go home? The party is almost over anyway.”

“You sure?” he asks, moving his hands down your back and underneath your jacket.

You bite your lip as you nod your head, “Yeah.”

__

Stumbling into the house, John pulls your jacket off and tosses it to the ground as he kisses you. He doesn’t even bother to unbutton your shirt, he simply rips it open, and you hear the buttons fall to the floor. He stops kissing you when he feels the plastic gun you have tucked into the back of your pants, then he holds it up and laughs.

“You got a gun?”

You ignore John and continue kissing his neck, “Keep kissing me.”

John drops the gun to the floor and lifts you up to wrap your legs around his waist, and it turns you on even more how effortless it was for him. He pins your body against the wall as he kisses you, then he opens your shirt a little more to get a look at your chest.

“You look so fucking sexy tonight.” he says, kissing down your chest and in between your breasts. “I’ve wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you.”

Letting out a small moan, you tilt your head back as John continues kissing your neck, but you stop him when you realize he’s going to leave behind marks. You wrap your arms around him tighter as he walks over and sets you down on the arm of the couch, and his lips are persistent on yours as you pull his sweatpants down, revealing his cock.

“We’re not going to make it to the bedroom, are we?” you laugh against John’s lips.

John shakes his head as he continues kissing you, “We haven’t the last four times.”

“Well, how about we at least make it to the guest bedroom?” you say, pointing over his shoulder.

John scoops you into his arms and shuffles into the bedroom, trying his best not to fall since his pants are around his ankles. He plops you down on the bed, then he kicks his shoes off so he can finally take off his pants. As John undresses himself, you sit up to take off your heels, then you lay back on the bed and remove your pants as you watch him.

The room is dark since it’s nearly midnight, so you reach over and turn on the lamp next to the bed so you’ll be able to see John. You lick your lips and hold John’s gaze as he crawls on the bed, then he leans down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the two of you moan. John opens his eyes to look at you, and he smiles as he leans back in to kiss you again. Propping himself up, he kisses and licks a path from in between your breasts to your belly button, then back up to your chest.

“John…” you whimper a little, tilting your head to the side so he can kiss your neck. “Will you do something for me?”

John sits up and nods, “Of course. I’d do anything for you.”

You smile as you look at him, rubbing your thumb against his beard, “Will you fuck me?”

“Oh, I can do that.” he nods, pulling off your bra, “I can definitely do that.”

You wrap your arms around John’s neck as he slowly slides himself between your legs, and you open your mouth to moan, feeling the pressure between your hips. You widen your legs more to allow him to slide in further, and you watch as John’s eyes roll shut.

John rocks his hips slowly at first, but he quickly picks up the pace as you pull your knees into your chest. You lay on your side a little and put one leg over John’s shoulder as he bucks his hips wildly, and he hums happily.

“Harder, baby.” you whine and feel John grabbing at your breast as he grunts. “Harder!”

John laughs as he leans down to kiss you, “I will tear you in half. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

Placing your hands on John’s ass, you push him in further and arch your back when he hits your hidden spot relentlessly. You’re tipping over the edge already, and every nerve in your body is pulled so fucking tight, you think they all might snap.

John’s mouth envelopes yours, and he bites your lip as he lays down on top of you, still thrusting his hips hard and pushing himself in deeper. The sound of John’s cock between your legs turns you on even more, and John looks down to watch himself. He lets out a moan that is so loud that it takes the two of you by surprise, and he shakes his head as he smiles when you look up at him.

“So fucking delicious.” he whispers against your cheek, “Does that feel good? Huh? When I fuck you like this?”

“Yeah,” you whine loudly as you squeeze your eyes shut.

He pulls out and lays down behind you, then lifts your leg back up to insert himself again. He holds your leg as he jerks his hips hard, and he rubs circles on your clit as you whimper and moan.

“Fuck, John.” your body shakes from pleasure, and you try to close your legs, but John keeps a good grip on your thigh as he gives his last few thrusts before he fills you up.

“Oh, my god, baby.” John pulls you close to his chest and kisses your neck as he continues to slowly thrust his hips. “Fuckin’ hell.”

You roll your hips lazily, still shaking from the pleasure, and you moan loudly into your blanket. The two of you are breathing heavily and your mouth is going dry from panting so damn loud, but it’s hard to catch your breath. You can tell John is afraid to pull out, but you start to move off of him and he holds tight to your hip.

“No, not yet.” he whispers, “Give it another minute. Just in case.”

You laugh loudly and wiggle back down on John’s cock, “Fine.”

John’s arms are so warm and comforting that you’re beginning to fall asleep in his embrace. You look over your shoulder a little and pucker your lips to kiss him a few times.

“I love you.” you whisper, finally rolling over to face him. “I love you so much.”

John laughs and looks at the ceiling, and you notice his eyes are a little glassy from tears.

“Hey,” you sit up a little and look at him with a genuine concern, “Hey, what’s going on?”

“I just love you so much, and I can’t wait to have a family with you. I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto his chest.

You chuckle softly as you look up at study his features, “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known, you know that?”

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It’s finally Halloween, and you’re beyond excited to see all of the kids in their costumes. The book shop is having a little party for kids, and if they come in with a costume on, they get a free book! Any book of their choice! Totally John’s idea.

Employees are more than welcome to dress up, and you’re so happy to see that Grace is dressed up -- Little Bo Peep. Tony is dressed in a onesie that looks like a sheep, and you have to laugh at how unbelievably obvious they are about dating. They’re trying their hardest to hide it from you and John, but you’re not oblivious. You and John are the last people to ever judge anyone for dating, and you have no problems with them dating as long as they don’t let it affect their jobs.

John is sitting in a chair near the front door so he can give all of the kids a gift bag when they come in, and you smile as you grab your purse and head over to stand next to him. He’s been sitting there all afternoon and greeting kids, and you’ve been internally screaming over how absolutely adorable he is.

“I am…a…robot.” Benji says, mimicking a robot, and Amanda laughs when you look at her. “Need…candy.”

John laughs, “You’ll have to come to the house later for candy.”

You lean down a bit and smile, “We got all your favorites!”

Benji looks up at Amanda and tugs at her shirt, “Can we please go to their house tonight?”

You laugh as you nudge Amanda, “We live in a rich neighborhood. Full size candy bars.”

Benji widens his eyes even more as he looks up at Amanda, and she laughs as he nods her head, “Yes, baby, we will go to their house tonight.”

“Hey,” you pat John’s shoulder and look at him, “I have to run to the store and grab a few things, so I’m gonna take off a little early.”

John nods, “Okay.”

Leaning down, you kiss John a few times, then you smile at him before you leave the shop. As you head for your car, you try to contain yourself, but your excitement is a little overwhelming. You’re not even sure, but you figure you should just do it anyway. You need to take a pregnancy test.

__

John called you to let you know that he was closing up the shop and that he’ll be on his way home soon, and you’re frantically running through the house to try and get into the bathroom to take the pregnancy test before he gets home. Your period is a few days late, so you’re starting to get a little suspicious. You don’t really feel any different, but that doesn’t really mean anything at this point.

You sigh as you look down at the box of pregnancy tests, then you look up when you see John standing the doorway to the bathroom -- he’s much quieter than you’d realized.

John looks down at the box in your hands, then he smiles when he looks at you, “Do you want me here for this?”

Leaning back against the sink, you bite your lip nervously, “I don’t know if I want to take it yet.”

“Why not?” John asks as he walks closer.

“Because we’re about to have a bunch of little kids show up at our house, and I don’t want my mind to be occupied with something else. I don’t know. I don’t want it to come back negative, then I have to sit and watch kids come up to our house for an hour while I try to hold back tears.”

John nods, “That makes perfect sense.”

“And if it’s positive, I just want to sit in your arms all night and we can’t do that if kiddos are coming to the house.” you say as you place the test on the counter and look up at John, “So much for surprising you.”

“I had no idea you were even in here, I just came up here so I could use the bathroom.” he laughs, and you move past him to let him have the bathroom. “Hey, come here for a minute.”

You walk back over to John and place your hands in his, “What?”

“No matter what the result will be, it’s going to happen. Okay?”

Inhaling deeply, you look up at John, plastering a fake smile on your face, “Okay.”

You close the bathroom door behind you, then you head downstairs to get things ready for trick-or-treaters. You know that you’re a little too eager to take this test, but you’re just really wondering if you’re pregnant. You’re excited, you’re scared, it’s understandable.

Biting your cheek, you mindlessly get the candy ready and step out onto the porch to light the candles in the pumpkins that you and John have carved, then you turn on the porch light to let the kids know that you’re home.

You inhale deeply again and exhale slowly, “Just stay calm.”

__

Since it’s warmer tonight, you and John decided to get the camping chairs and just sit at the end of the driveway. It’s a bit of a long driveway anyway, so you know kids will be a little tired. John is still passing out candy, and he’s so sweet and cute with all the little kids. They’re getting a kick out of Bleu, who is wearing a teddy bear costume. The packs of kids are beginning to dwindle down now that it’s getting later, but there are still a few kids on the block coming up the street.

You’re in the kitchen getting yourself something to drink as quick as you can since Amanda has texted you to let you know that she’s on her way over with Harper and Benji. Tess is also coming over with Finn too!

Walking back down the driveway, you see John sitting in the chair as he talks with a little boy about his costume.

“Spider-Man.” the little boy says, then he sprays John with silly string. “That’s my web.”

“I’m so sorry.” his mom laughs, reaching over to pull the silly string out of John’s hair, “I nearly begged him not to bring that with, but kids, you can’t resist their cute little faces.”

John laughs, “Hey, I get it.”

“Sorry again, you have some, uh…” she reaches over and pulls silly string out of John’s hair, leaning a little closer to make sure she’s gotten it all. She finally looks up at you and smiles, then she stands up and reaches for her son, “Happy Halloween.”

“Happy Halloween.” John says, waving at the little boy as he walks down the driveway. He looks over his shoulder at you and smiles, “Come join me.”

You sit back down next to John and look over at him, “I’m getting really anxious to take this test. I’m starting to feel sick.”

“Hey,” he reaches over and touches your cheek, “Everything will be okay.”

“I’m totally going to be a chronic tester.” you say, and John furrows his brow like he doesn’t quite understand what you mean. “I’m going to take a pregnancy test every damn time I feel any difference in my body. We have sex, and I’ll immediately take a test a few days later. I’m already starting to do it.”

John sits back in his chair as he holds your hand, “Well, we’ll just buy tests every time we go to the store then.”

Laughing quietly, you look over at John, “I love how much you indulge me.”

__

“You can do this.” you whisper to yourself as you stand in front of the toilet.

John wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be just outside the door. Well, I mean, I’ll be in the bedroom, I won’t just be standing right outside the door.”

You look over your shoulder at him and nod, “Okay.”

John gives you a reassuring smile before he leans down to kiss you several times, then he leaves you alone in the bathroom. Unwrapping the pregnancy test, you begin to shake a little as you unbutton your jeans. You stick the test between your legs and close your eyes as you try your best to pee on the stick. On second thought, you should have just peed in a cup and put the stick in it, but you’re here now.

Quickly putting the cap back on the test, you set it on the counter and finish using the bathroom and washing your hands before you join John in the bedroom. He looks down at his watch for the time, and he smiles when you sit down next to him.

“You’re so quiet.” John says, wrapping his arm around your waist, “What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

You exhale, laughing a little, “I don’t know. I’m starting to feel like I’m not pregnant. I feel like I jumped the gun on this one.”

John rubs his hand over your back and leans over to kiss your head, “Yeah, but we should take one just in case. Because what if you are, and you drink? Or what if you’re pregnant and we don’t know, and something happens and you get into a car accident?”

You laugh loudly, “I can’t believe how sweet you are.”

Reaching over for the test, you hold it in your hands and look up at John as he begins to grow a little more nervous. You reach up and touch John’s face as you lean over to give him a warm kiss. He inhales deeply as he kisses you, pulling you closer to him and into his lap. The kisses are slow and wet, and you wrap your arm around John’s neck as you get situated on his lap.

John leans back and cups your face, rubbing his thumb against the apple of your cheek, “No matter what, this is just one test. We’ll keep trying every month until we get it right.”

“Yeah,” you nod as you get a little teary-eyed. “Here we go.”

You flip the test over and see the thick pink line indicating that you’re not pregnant, and you immediately lean your head against John’s shoulder as you cry. He tugs the test from your hands and wraps both of his arms around you, letting you cry it out for a few moments.

“Baby, look at me.” John whispers, and you lean back to look at him. “This is one test. Just one! We’ll try again.”

“It’s not. It’s two! We took one over the summer.”

John smiles slightly, “That doesn’t even count. You had just gotten off your birth control but it was still in your body.”

You wipe away the tears on your cheeks and sigh, “But what if we keep trying and you get tired of it?”

John laughs, “You think I’m going to get tired of having sex with you?”

“Well, no.” you shrug as you look down, “But I don’t want you to think I’m like…barren or something.”

John lets out another laugh as he holds you tight and lays back on the bed, “I don’t think that, and I would never think that. We know you’re not, we went to the doctor to make sure of it.”

“I just know how bad you want kids, and I want to give that to you.” you admit as you look over at John, “I want kids too. I want us to have a really cute baby!”

John trails his finger over your face and down to your lips, “And we’ll have that. This is just one time, baby. We’ll try again. When do you get your period next?”

“Well, it’s late.” you shrug, “But I’ll probably get it tomorrow. I can already feel the cramps coming. So, we could have avoided this whole situation if I had just waited until tomorrow.”

Letting out a small laugh, John look at you and smiles, “It’s okay. It was fun to think that it was happening.”

You roll over onto your stomach and look at John, and you wrap your right arm over his stomach, “It will happen. Soon, I promise.”

“Isn’t it funny how I was reassuring you a minute ago, and now you’re reassuring me?” John chuckles, “See? This is why we’re perfect for each other.”

You close your eyes as John sits up to kiss your cheek, then you lay back and look at him as he lays down next to you. He gently rubs his nose against yours as you smile, then you open you eyes and reach over to cup his face.

“It’s going to happen.” he whispers against your lips, “We just need to be patient.”

“Yeah, I know.” you sit up and sigh, then you look over at John, “We should go get some ice cream because I’m sad.”

John laughs as he gets off the bed, “Anything for you, peach.”

Reaching up for John’s hand, you hold tight to it and smile when he leans over to kiss your cheek before the two of you head to the stairs. John stands in front of you and holds your gaze as you look up at him, and you laugh quietly when he raises his eyebrows.

“It’s going to happen.” he whispers, nodding his head.

You nod, “I know.”

“Don’t get down on yourself about it,” John pulls you into his arms and kisses your cheek, “We got this, baby.”

“We do.”

A smile grows on John’s face as he slides his hands down to your ass, “We can always...practice.”

“Yeah, sure.” you scoff as you look up at John, then you yelp loudly when he lifts you up and carries you back to the bedroom.

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[nowoyas]

Sweet Words, Sweetcheeks

A/N: Day 13 of @birds-have-teeth​’s Izumonth server collab.

Summary: It’s been some time since you and Izuku took the plunge and bought the bakery, and Izuku couldn’t be happier working together with you towards both of your dreams. Well, except for one thing. (baker!Izuku x reader)

Warnings: brush ur teeth cus this one’s straight sugar

Word count: 2100+

A mop of green hair and matching eyes poke around the corner as you enter Lemon Wedge, the bell above the door signifying your arrival. "You're back! Any issues with the delivery?"

"Not a one!" you chirp, stifling a giggle at the sight of Izuku with flour dusting his clothing, frosting smeared on his cheek. "Have any of you boys eaten yet?"

A chorus of 'yes' sounds from the back room, causing you to sigh. "Anything that isn't on our menu?"

No one answers. You roll your eyes, making your way around the counter and rattling some bags of takeout loudly. "Alright, if any of you aren't doing something you absolutely cannot put down right this moment—which at least one of you should be, given I left you guys alone to deliver all those cakes this morning—come eat your fill." The boys have been giving you the runaround all day, your normal delivery driver having called out this morning with an embarrassingly pathetic attempt to sound sick.

"I'm free!" Kiri shouts enthusiastically. 

"I am as well," Tokoyami says, dusting flour off his hands. You watch as both boys make their way to the sinks to wash up.

Izuku lets out a whine from where he stands at his workstation, painstakingly kneading bread. "This batch has thirty more minutes of kneading before it's ready to proof, but I don't want the food to get cold..."

You set one bag of food down on a clean counter for Kirishima and Tokoyami to dig into, humming as you approach your boyfriend. "They're subs, babe. You don't have to worry about them getting cold."

You set the bag containing yours and his food on an adjacent counter, popping up on your toes and making like you're going in for a kiss. He's quick to respond, which makes it all the funnier when a disappointed whine leaves his lips as you lean over and lick the smear of frosting off his cheek.

"Angelcake, don't tease me~"

You smile, nuzzling against his cheek for a moment. "Sorry, sweetcheeks. Ya had something on your face there." 

"You're lucky I've got this bread to pay attention to, you—"

The bell rings as a customer enters. You bop his nose gently. "I'll be right with you~" you croon, practically skipping off to the front counter to deal with the customer.

Izuku waits. As Kirishima and Tokoyami go off to eat, he waits. As he listens to your sweet customer service voice while you talk to the customer, he waits. And when you're done and good and the customer has been served with a smile, Izuku waits.

When you return, he launches a small pinch of flour directly into your face.

You splutter, reaching up to wipe at your face in pure shock. "Did you just..."

"Maybe," he says, trying hard not to laugh as you stand there with flour dusting your face.

"I was coming back over here to lovingly hand-feed you your sub and you just..."

"I'll still take the sub?" he tries, batting his eyelashes innocently.

You sigh, heading over to the sink and wiping your face with some damp paper towels. "Nope, you lost your chance. Eat after you get that bread proofing, sweetcheeks."

He whines at your dismissal, but can't step away from the bread. You get back to work cleaning, stifling your giggles when his attempt to protest (something along the lines of "I've been kneading bread all day") is cut off by the phone ringing. You answer it in a second, waggling your fingers at Izuku teasingly.

"Hello, you've reached Lemon Wedge Cakes and Bakes, this is [name] speaking! How can I help you?"

Izuku turns back to his bread with a sigh. At least you didn't get a chance to question him. He'd almost ruined—well, that's not important. When you return from jotting down the call-in details, his transgression is forgotten, and you feed him bites of his sub between kisses and clean dishes.

~

Izuku leaves the bakery for the night before you do. Often, since you live together, either your shifts are at the same times to make transportation easy or he'll simply hang around and relax while waiting for your own shift to end, which usually results in him helping you with closing whether you want him to or not. Most nights, however, if schedules and workloads don't permit, he'll head home first to buy dinner for the both of you to eat when you're home, usually being too tired from being in a kitchen all day to get back in the kitchen to handle dinner. Tonight is one of the nights in which Izuku goes on ahead, leaving you to handle the storefront and get everything closed up while the high schooler at the register handles the last of the sales for the night.

When you finally arrive home, it's hours after Izuku, and honestly, you're excited to just get off your feet, crash on the couch, and watch some vapid reality show with takeout balanced on your chest and Izuku's hand in yours. What greets you, though, isn't takeout and reality shows. Izuku's head pops out from the kitchen with a broad grin. "Welcome home, angel!"

The living room is clean, the dining room lit with candles as the smell of something homey greets you. Izuku's hair is fluffy and damp, implying he's taken a shower since his shift at the bakery. You hear the sound of water running, then Izuku rushes over to meet you at the door with a kiss. "I missed you," he breathes against your lips, effortlessly picking your feet off the floor with his hug.

You snort, playfully pushing him away. His arms hold you tight to his chest, though—no escape from Izuku's love. "Izuku, it's been four hours."

"Four long hours!" 

You giggle and kiss him on the nose. "I missed you too." Your arms wind around his neck, rewarding his affection by relaxing into his hug as he sets you down. "What's all this? I thought we were getting Chinese tonight."

Izuku rubs the back of his neck. "Well, I thought I'd—you know, do something nice for you. You're always taking care of me, and we've been working so hard since we bought the bakery, and..."

Another soft kiss, this time pressed to his lips. "You cleaned everything up and cooked for me?"

"Myeah," he says, muffled as you continue to press kisses to his face. "There's cake, too."

"Oh, Izu. I love it. Thank you so much." As you pull back, prepared to sit down, kick your shoes off, and finally eat, a thought occurs to you. "Does all this have anything to do with why Denki called out this morning with no notice claiming to be suffering a, quote, '24 hour leprosy attack'?"

"Don't be mad, he tried his best," Izu says, ruffling your hair. "Are you hungry? Because the food's ready if you are."

"Hungry and exhausted." You press into his touch with a smile. "I swear I could marry you." Whatever he mutters in response, you don't quite catch. "What's that, Izu?"

"N-nothing!" he squeaks. "Come on, you should sit down. I'll get your food." He disappears into the kitchen, stumbling on the step into the elevated area with a yelp. "W-what do you want to drink? Is champagne fine?"

"Are you trying to seduce me, Izuku Midoriya?" you tease as you wriggle out of your jacket and kick off your shoes.

"[name] we've been dating for four years."

"And?"

"Of course I'm trying to seduce you," he calls, stifling laughter. "Gotta give you a reason to stick around, you know?"

"As if you're ever getting rid of me." You make your way across the room, draping yourself in a chair dramatically. "Honestly, how am I ever going to thank you for this one, babe?"

He emerges from the kitchen, setting a glorious-looking plate of food in front of you. "W-well, you don't have to, but there is one way you could thank me."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"

He sets his own plate of food across the table, smoothing his hands over his pants almost... nervously? "Hold on." He disappears back into the kitchen.

"Wait, no, get back here, tell me what I can do!"

After a moment, he returns, taking level, even breaths as if he's trying to calm himself. "You sure you wanna know?" He smiles, one that's almost forced. You'd be worried for him if you weren't used to his random bouts of nerves. 

"Tell meee," you whine.

He chuckles, circling around behind you so your head rests against his stomach. One arm comes around to hug you as he crouches behind you, pressing a kiss just below your ear. "Okay, okay. Just close your eyes and be patient, okay?"

You grin, but acquiesce, closing your eyes as he brings a hand up to cover them for an added layer of protection. "I-I've never been very good with words, s-so please don't make fun of me if I mess this up."

"It only adds to your charm," you tease, feeling him shuffle around behind you.

"[name]," he whines, "I said be patient."

You mime zipping your lips, letting him continue. He curses under his breath, fumbling for something that just thumped quietly against the floor, and you patiently wait for him to collect himself. He inhales, exhales, and starts again. "Okay. I... I said this earlier, but since we bought Lemon Wedge and started pouring everything into it, you've been working so hard, and I really can't express to you how much your support means to me." The hand that's been frantically shuffling behind your (and—you assume—his) back comes to rest on your chest, a quick kiss being pressed to the top of your head before he continues.

"I've loved you for a long time, longer than the years we've been together. But in the past two years, seeing you put your all into something that's my dream as much as it is yours... I've fallen in love with you all over again, and um..." He pauses for a long moment, taking several deep breaths. "Man, I can only shut up when I need to be able to talk, huh?"

"It's okay," you coo, still unable to see. "You know I'm listening no matter what."

He groans, resting his head atop yours for a moment. "See, you're perfect. Ever since we met, you've been nothing but supportive. I've always been a little insecure, but I've never once doubted that you loved me, because you've always shown that you care. Listening when I talk, even when I've gone off on some crazy tangent and I'm just thinking out loud. Bringing me food during the day so you're sure I've eaten something healthy. You mean the world to me, angelcake. There are days I'm sure I wouldn't have even bothered getting out of bed if I didn't know you'd be there with a smile. And I know, we already live together, I already wake up to you every morning, and that alone is more than I ever could have hoped for, but... wait, hold on, a-are you crying?"

"No," you sniffle, tears running down your cheeks. "Finish your sentence, 'Zuzu."

He presses a quick kiss to your cheek, stopping a line of tears in its tracks before finally removing his hand from your eyes. You gasp at the sight, though really, you already knew it was coming. "If you'll have me, [name]... I'd like it if we could... if you'd..." He lets out a tiny groan. "Sorry, sorry. [name], will you marry me?"

The ring resting on your chest is beautiful. An iridescent fire opal in the center, ringed with small diamonds and emeralds that instantly call your boyfriend—no, fiancé to mind.

You nearly fall off the chair as you flip around to tackle Izuku, crashing your lips to his as he yelps and steadies you. "Hey, c-careful, you could get hurt!"

"It's okay," you sigh against his lips, tears streaming freely down your cheeks. "You'll always catch me. Of course I'll marry you, Izuku. I'll marry you a thousand times, a million, even. Every day you'll have me, if you want it."

Izuku's tears join your own as he sits back, pulling you into his lap on the dining room floor so he can hold you close. "I'm so—so glad."

The dinner is spent in giggling tears as the two of you move to the floor to eat in each other's arms. It's hard to pull away from him, even when you've both decided you need to get off the floor and at least move to the couch. You spend the night cuddled up close to him, admiring your engagement ring with a soft gaze.

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[artificialqueens]

Take You to Heaven (And I'll Show You All Around It), 1/2 (Rosenali) - Mattels

summary: rosé is sure the woman who orders coffee under a different name every morning is trying to fuck with her (not, as jan put it, trying to fuck her.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29601828/chapters/72762987#workskin

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It’s a Monday and Rosé feels like death.

She’s sure she looks it too, if she’s being honest. She woke up early– like five-o’clock-sky-still-dark early– nursing a spectacular hangover and then promptly rolled out of bed to throw up in her and Lagoona’s shared bathroom. She has a killer bruise on her shin from God knows what last night, and her head is still fucking killing her despite the off-brand Advil Crystal had handed her, whilst pretending she wasn’t laughing at her state.

Don’t let Lagoona convince you to go out on a Sunday, she thinks to herself, rubbing her under eyes to find pieces of glitter stubbornly clinging to her skin.

“Are you okay, hun?” Gigi asks her when she arrives at her job in their seemingly perpetually-empty café, arranging delicate cakes in the fluorescently lit pastry case.

Rosé groans slightly in response, lowering her forehead to rest on the cool metal of the cash register.

Gigi laughs, “and remind me again why you decided clubbing on a Sunday was okay…?”

“Fucking ‘Goona.”

She barks another laugh at this, reaching behind her for a pile of croissants Jackie had baked earlier. “Getting old?”

Rosé lifts her head to glare at Gigi, who, of fucking course, looks perfect as ever. Her ginger hair is pulled into a sleek ponytail, bangs neatly straightened into uniformity. Gigi is easily one of the prettiest girls Rosé’s ever seen, even in their decidedly unfashionable company-branded aprons. She only works at the café part-time, spending the rest of it at one of the best fashion schools in the city; her designs are always executed with excruciatingly minute details, Rosé knows she wouldn’t have the patience for.

“We open in ten, girls!” Jaida calls from the back, where she counts inventory with Jackie on her heels, writing everything down neatly in a notebook.

“Geege, are you nearly done?” Crystal, who’s wiping down tables at the front with disinfectant, asks. “Can you help me with chairs?” She asks when Gigi responds with an affirmative.

Gigi wanders around to the front of the shop, planting a chaste kiss on Crystal’s cheek when she passes her to grab the chairs stacked in the back. Rosé mimes stuffing her fingers down her throat with an exaggerated gag to Jan, who’s refilling bottles of flavoured syrup behind the espresso machine.

“Fucking ew,” Jan says rolling her eyes in mock-disgust to Rosé. “You hear that guys?” She says loudly, and Gigi and Crystal both turn to look at her, “your love is fucking disgusting.”

Crystal laughs loudly, tipping her head back so Rosé can see into her mouth. “Okay homophobe, whatever you say.”

Jan rolls her eyes, flipping the pair of girls off, who both laugh lightly. “First of all, Crystal Elizabeth, I’ve slept with more women than you have fingers, so fuck off, thank you very much.”

Crystal coughs loudly, which sounds suspiciously like dry spell, leaning over to Gigi and planting a kiss ending with a resonant smack, snickering when Gigi blows an equally obnoxious kiss in Jan and Rosé’s direction.

“This is a workplace, sluts!” Rosé sighs, “if I have to clean ass prints off those tables one more fucking time, I’m sending HR a very strongly worded email!”

Crystal roars with laughter at a red-faced Gigi, who ducks her head and tries to bury herself into Crystal’s shoulder. “It was one time!” She squeaks.

“And that’s one time too many,” Jan says with a pointed look at Crystal, who gives her a shit-eating grin in return.

Crystal holds her hands up in mock-surrender, “sorry mom.” 

Rosé cracks a smile at Jan’s outraged face, busying herself with filling a plastic cup with tap water to avoid being on the end of Crystal’s razor sharp tongue. Her head throbs as she downs the liquid, filling it up again as she swallows.

She checks the time on her phone, cursing under her breath when she realises they open in two minutes. Already she can see a woman standing outside their glass doors, clearly waiting for Jaida to flip their sign to Open.

“Opening up!” Jaida calls, coming out of their back storage room to open their door. 

Rosé shoots Jan a look that screams help me I’m going to kill myself, to which Jan chuckles, moving over so Gigi can dart behind the bar and work their espresso machine.

The woman walks in, bell tinkling as the door pushes open, a pair of dark sunglasses obscuring her features. Rosé plasters on her best I’m approachable, please give me a tip! smile, flashing her perfectly straight teeth, (thank you, several years of braces).

The woman doesn’t stop to look at their neatly displayed array of pastries, instead parking herself straight in front of Rosé.

“Hiya, what can I get for you?”

The woman flips her glasses so they perch on the top of her head, and Rosé feels like she’s taken a punch to her stomach. 

She’s unbelievably beautiful, even with slightly messy eyeliner and already smudged lipgloss. Her icy blonde hair is french braided loosely, and is curved over one shoulder. When she politely smiles at Rosé, twin dimples are embedded into her tan cheeks.

“Good morning,” she says with a smile. “Could I get a medium americano to go, please?”

Rosé can’t stop her nose from wrinkling at the thought of black coffee. Ew, she thinks to herself, grabbing a takeaway cup from the stack to her left.

“What? Not good?” The woman cocks a perfectly manicured eyebrow at her. 

Rosé looks up at her, in surprise. “Huh? Oh, shit, no, no, I just–”

“–Oh no, you’re good honey, I’m only joking!”

Rosé can feel the tips of her ears burning red at the pet name, a tiny thrill running up her spine. “Can I get a name?”

“Julie,” she says with another smile, the dimples in her cheeks making Rosé’s palms slightly clammy, as she grips the thick marker to write the name in her loopy handwriting.

The woman pays, thanking Rosé and going to stand by the pick-up point to wait for the drink Gigi makes way too quickly, leaving before Rosé can snap out of her daze.

“Julie,” she murmurs under her breath when their door swings shut.

Jan turns to her with a grin, “alright there Rosie? Looking a little flushed, doll.”

Rosé rolls her eyes, pulling her phone out of her pocket, opening the camera to use as a mirror. Her stomach drops; she looks just as bad as she feels, she realises with a loud groan.

“Are you kidding me?” She groans to Jan, “I just met the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and I look like this?”

Jan shrugs, leaning against the counter behind her. “You went about as pink as your hair too, so…”

“Fucks sake.” She swears, running her fingers through her greasy pink roots. She’d sprayed dry shampoo in it this morning, when she couldn’t be bothered with washing and blow-drying it, but clearly it hadn’t much helped the situation.

She stares at her image in the camera, trying to wipe the already-flaking mascara from her lower lash line. It could be worse, she thinks to herself, at least she didn’t try and blend out last-night’s makeup again. 

“Babe, I think that’s not gonna help.” Gigi says, watching as she tries to fix her appearance. 

“Shove off, little miss perfect,” Rosé all but growls, irritation running high. Her head is still pounding, despite being momentarily distracted by the pretty woman.

Gigi pretends to busy herself, dusting non-existent coffee grounds from her pristine work surface. She’s smart, Rosé begrudgingly admits, knows when not to push it. The same, however, can’t be said for Jan, who’s already texting Jan about it on their Stephanie’s Child groupchat.

goona: bahaha sorry rosie <3

goona: defo my fault shouldn’t have dragged u out last night babes

“Can you not?” She whines at Jan, “this is so embarrassing!”

Jan shrugs, “it’s so funny though.” She teases, mimicking Rosé’s drawn out inflections. “It’s fine, Rosie, she’s bound to come back at some point.”

“Will she?”

Jan stands, leaning over Rosé to pick up their tip-jar just in front of the register. “She left a nice tip.” She says, pulling out the ten dollar bill. “That’s pretty hefty for a three dollar coffee,” she notes, putting the jar back down. “Must be for our impeccable service.” She says, flashing a teasing grin at Rosé, who groans again, dropping her head in embarrassment.

☆☆☆☆☆

Rosé can’t pretend she isn’t a little surprised when the woman appears again at the same time the next morning. 

Jan nudges her in the ribs as she walks in, laughing a little at Rosé’s whisper to fuck off, please and thank you. But she says it with a smile, happily remembering how even her winged liner came out this morning, and makes sure to smooth any fly-aways from her curled ponytail.

She’s sure to give her the best smile she can muster for seven in the morning, butterflies happily swarming in her stomach, as the woman approaches her.

“Hiya,” she says, pretending not to have remembered her from the day before.

Her hair is down today, falling prettily in soft waves around her face. “Good morning,” she smiles; it’s all white teeth and dimples. “Could I get a medium americano to go?”

Rosé nods, grabbing a medium cup, “can I get a name?” She asks, despite already writing Julie on the cup.

“Naomi,” she says.

Rosé’s brow furrows slightly in confusion, staring at the cup she’s already written on. “Naomi?” She cocks an eyebrow, waiting for the woman to correct herself.

She nods, “N-A-O-M-I.” 

She reaches for another cup, writing Naomi on it, instead of the expected Julie. The woman pays with a smile, and Rosé is still too confused to notice the wad of dollar notes she slides into their tip jar.

Gigi makes the coffee, what feels like much too quickly again, and Rosé finds herself watching the door shut after the woman.

“I thought you said her name was Julie?” Jan asks when she leaves.

☆☆☆☆☆

By the end of the third week, Rosé’s figured it out. It was, in large part, thanks to Jan, rolling her eyes and telling Rosé how it was oh so clearly a game, Rosie, followed by both Crystal and Gigi’s insistence that she’s flirting with you!

She’s cycled through Kristen and Tracy and Laura and Rebecca and Violet, introducing herself as a new person every morning. Rosé started having a medium cup at the ready every morning, marker poised to scrawl whatever name she picks for the day.

“So,” Gigi says in the late afternoon, leaning her head against Rosé’s shoulder. “When are you gonna ask her?”

Rosé turns her head to look at her, “ask her what?”

Jan, who’s cleaning their blender, sighs loudly, putting her cloth into the sink and looks over at them. “Her name, dipshit.”

Rosé shrugs noncommittally,  “I like our dynamic.” She lies. She doesn’t want to admit how flustered she makes her– the butterflies at the pit of her stomach have only seemed to multiply, taking flight even at the mere thought of her bleached hair. 

Rosé never considered herself to be anything less than straightforward; she’s never had any sort of problem coaxing pretty women in bars to come home with her, and she’s definitely never had any trouble telling them exactly how to curl their fingers inside her to make her see stars. But The Woman, as they’ve dubbed her with a capital T and W, makes Rosé feel like she’s a middle-schooler, desperately trying to hide her first crush from everyone.

“I’m just saying maybe you could… y’know…” Gigi starts.

“I could what?”

“Get some pussy?” Jan suggests with a laugh, “Lagoona says it’s been a while.”

Rosé blushes high in her cheeks, “Lagoona doesn’t know shit.” She lies again, thinking back to the last girl she brought back with her seemingly months ago.

Jan arches an eyebrow at her, but doesn’t say anything, choosing to turn back to her sink instead. 

“How’s school?” Rosé asks Gigi, trying to casually change the subject whilst opening their register and grabbing a sticky note to note down their cash.

Gigi starts a long spiralling story about her midterms and the designs she’s trying to get Crystal to model for her, interjecting her speech with explanations of her school’s system of grading, coupled with descriptions of their intense assignments. It makes Rosé’s head spin, and for once she’s glad to have finished at her theatre school a handful of years ago.

Somewhere during Gigi’s tirade, the bell at the door goes off, welcoming in a new customer, unbeknownst to Rosé, until someone is awkwardly clearing their throat in front of them.

“Hi, sorry, how can I–” She stops mid sentence when she realises it’s her. “Oh, it’s you,” she says with a laugh that’s much too breathy. Calm down, she tells herself in an attempt to stop her palms from sweating.

“It’s me,” The Woman says with a smile. 

“You’re not usually– erm, it’s, uh, afternoon, and you’re usually, uh, y’know, morning.”

“Yeah,” she laughs, “I know. I just, er… wanted a coffee.”

“So, uh, what can I get for you?” She asks, already reaching for the medium takeaway cup.

“Can I get an americano? Having here?”

“Oh,” Rosé puts back the takeaway cup, “yeah of course. Can I get a name?”

She smiles, and Rosé wants to drown in her dimples, “Karen.”

Rosé snorts as she plugs in the name on the order, “Karen huh?”

The Woman gasps loudly in a mock-protest, placing a delicate hand over her chest in disbelief. “You don’t think I could be a Karen?”

Rosé grins, letting her eyes pass over her once. No fucking way was she a Karen of any sort. “So sorry ma’am, let me grab my manager for you,” she says with her eyes twinkling, beginning to turn around in an act of looking for Jaida.

“Denali.” 

She spins back around on her heels, eyebrows raised quizzically. “Sorry?” 

“That’s my name,” The Woman smiles softly,, “Denali.”

“Denali? Like the mountain?”

“Like the mountain.” She looks at Rosé, “why don’t you ever wear one of those, uh, nametags?” Rosé looks down at her apron with a shrug. “Y’know,” Denali continues, with a shy smile, “so I’d know the name of the pretty girl who takes my shitty coffee order every morning.”

Rosé’s face burns red– she can practically feel it radiating heat. Pretty girl. It reverberates around in her skull, making her feel a little dizzy for a second. “Rosé.” She stammers out, waiting a beat too long to reply. “It’s Rosé.”

“Like the wine?”

"Like the wine.” She confirms with a smile, her face still as pink as her bubblegum hair.

“Two dollars right?” Rosé looks at her dumbly, “like, erm, for the coffee?”

“It’s on the house!” Jan says over her shoulder, shooting a shit-eating in Rosé’s direction.

“Oh! Uh, are you sure?”

Rosé nods awkwardly, and Denali responds with a thank you so much , before wandering off to find a seat in the fairly empty café.

Denali. Rosé lets herself roll around the sound in her mouth for a second like it’s a caramel. Denahlee, she thinks to herself, stretching each syllable like taffy. She thinks it might be the sweetest sound she’s heard in a while. If she leans forwards, she can see her (Denali, she thinks to herself, Denali) sitting up on their bar that faces the window, a book held open in front of her.

Jan sidles up to her side with a knowing smile. “You’re welcome Rosie.”

“For giving her a free coffee so we get no commission?” Rosé jokes, trying to play it cool even though her heart is still beating like she’s just run a marathon.

“She clearly came in to see you, dumbass,” Jan says with a smile, watching Gigi click the grounds-filled portafilter into the basket.

“She told you her real name!” Gigi adds as they wait for the espresso shot to fill. “That’s, like, something, y’know.”

“She called you pretty!” Crystal reminds her from the pastry case she’s doing a half-hearted job of rearranging. 

Rosé sighs, “okay guys, I really don’t need this whole peanut-gallery thing– can you please get your big noses out of my life.” 

“Oh puh-lease, not a chance diva!” Jan says, already typing furiously on her phone.

Rosé feels her own phone buzz in her pocket, pulling it out to read the handful of texts Jan’s already sent to Jan through their groupchat. She groans at Jan, who gives her a nonchalant shrug in response.

“Do you want to take it to her?” Gigi asks as she pushes the steaming coffee mug towards her. 

“Please just fucking take it to her, Rosie.” Jan whines. “Let me live vicariously through your love life!”

Rosé laughs, rolling her eyes as she picks up the saucer the mug is on, careful not to touch the hot ceramic. She walks it over to Denali, putting it down in front of her with a smile. Denali thanks her with a grin, turning back to her book and letting Rosé sulk back to her job, trying to come up with witty conversation starters in her head.

☆☆☆☆☆

Denali sits in the café for a half hour before she gets up again to order another americano from Rosé.

“Can I get one of those little cake things too?” She asks, pointing at a miniature cake Jackie had neatly piped pink rosettes onto. Crystal pulls it out of the case onto a plate for Rosé to pass to her. “How much?” She says pulling out a wallet from her bag.

“On the house,” Rosé says, offering her a smile.

“No, c’mon, you have to let me pay for something–”

“–It’s fine, it’s on the house–”

“–I feel like I have to give you something,” she opens her wallet, “please?”

“You could give her your number,” Jan pipes up from the back with a laugh.

Rosé doesn’t believe in God, but if she did, right now would be just the time to pray for the ground beneath her feet to split open and swallow her up. Please God, just take me.

“Do you have a napkin?” Denali asks, snapping Rosé out of her momentary prayer. “And, like, a pen?” When Rosé doesn’t move to get one, Denali gives her a look that Rosé is sure is asking her if she’s hard of hearing. “For, uh, my number…?” She trails off, looking a little embarrassed.

Rosé’s mouth goes completely dry, and her hands reach for a napkin and a pen on their own accord. Before she knows it, Denali’s handing it back to her, a phone number written on it in chicken-scratch handwriting.

“Maybe you could take me out sometime?” She says with a laugh bubbling in the back of her throat, throwing Rosé a playful wink. “Thanks for the coffee, gorge.”

Rosé’s heartwhiz-bangs in her chest, and she’s sure she’s gone to heaven.

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Miracles in Gotham: Chapter Six: The Calm Before

Thank you to @ozmav for the Maribat AU and @mystery-5-5 for helping me out loads with the story! 

I was supposed to update every day starting December 11, but I was busy with the holidays so I couldn’t and then I had a really shit sleep schedule. Basically, I’m super sorry and this is me attempting to make it up to you guys. 

Also, some people keep bringing up that Marinette could just use Kaalki to go from Gotham to Paris, so I’m going to take this chapter as a chance to explain why that isn’t.

Also, this chapter will be super long because I’m trying to get the gang in Gotham by Chapter 10 at the latest. 

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Dear Diary, 

Sass’ story was...informative in some ways. In some ways, I see myself in Alfred Pennyworth. I can’t imagine not having the Ladybug Miraculous or Tikki in my life but unlike Alfred there are days where I want to quit and leave it all for someone else, someone older, wiser, better, to fix.

But, there’s just me. Just Marinette. 

I’m thinking of  going to Gotham to see if Alfred Pennyworth has acquired anything worthwhile after his time with the Snake Miraculous. At least Papa and Maman will be happy I’m going.

I’ll have to speak with Chat first. After all, this decision affects him too, and he’ll need to know why I’m not arriving on patrols or akuma attacks. It’s times like these where I wish I could just pop open the box and call on Kaalki, but it’s not possible for now. Either I get the tablet from Hawkmoth or I learn how to read the Journal myself to open the stupid box. Hawkmoth really is the root of my problems, huh? 

I should get going now. It’s about time for my patrol. 

Wish me luck! 

Bisoux, 

Marinette

Later that night, Ladybug found herself again on top of the Eiffel Tower, this time without the threat of falling over the edge. She watched the darkening skyline for the sight of her partner, half hoping he’d show up sooner, half hoping he wouldn’t show up at all. She had called him earlier for an impromptu meeting, and he had mentioned that he also had something to tell her. 

Whatever it was, she had a feeling that she wouldn't exactly be happy with it.

In her lap sat the rather large spotted egg that was supposed to be the Miraculous Box. In the cloth shoulder bag beside her contained the rest of the active Miraculous. The other kwami were currently flying around enjoying the fresh Parisian air. She wasn’t too sure why she had brought them in the first place. It had been a hassle to travel with them (since the egg didn’t fit in her yoyo and the bag took a while to adjust to), but maybe it was time to take Chat’s words into consideration and start trusting him with the Guardian side of the Miraculous a bit more. 

Especially with what she was planning to do. 

“Do you think you and Chat will be able to open it, Master?” Sass asked, floating in front of her face. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe we could with Cataclysm, but that’s not a risk I’m willing to take.” 

“Rightly so!” Longg huffed. “We do not know the consequences for the other kwamis if you plan to turn the Box into ashes. Think of all the other kwamis that are trapped in there! It would be reckless to do so even if Tikki’s power could reverse the effects of Plagg’s.” 

Pollen sighed and floated on top of the box, lying down and patting it with her small arms. “My poor comrades. I know how hard it is to be stuck on the other side, but have patience, my friends.”

Ladybug frowned. “Is it really so bad?” 

Wayzz joined Pollen on the box. “We’re isolated from the world in that space, without a notion of time passing as humans would. It gets lonely, even if we all have each other,” he explained. 

“That’s horrible,” Ladybug whispered. She watched as Sass, Longg, and Trixx joined the other two on the Box. She never really thought about how stressful this must’ve been for the kwamis whose only companions were each other. They were cut off without means of communicating from one side of the other. Her chest tightened at the sight of them and she found herself retreating to the now all too familiar spiral of  deprecating notions.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a deep howl ringing through the night sky. She looked up to find Chat Noir catapulting himself into the sky with his baton, doing a few flips before coming back down and doing it all over again, each time more ridiculous and flamboyant than the last. By the time he reached the Eiffel Tower, he was panting, although he grinned widely at Ladybug’s applause. 

“Even better than last time, Chat,” she remarked, adjusting the bag to allow Chat a place to sit. “Have you been practicing lately?” 

Chat retracted his baton and sat down with a graceful flourish. “Why of course, my Lady. All the better to please you.” 

Ladybug rolled her eyes fondly and elbowed him. “Chat.”

“And by please you, I mean as friends of course!” Chat exclaimed, holding his hand up. “Chaton’s honour.” 

Ladybug giggled. “Well, if that’s the case, consider me pleased.” She sighed and shifted to face him. “Time for business.” 

“And what’s this you got here, bug?” He asked, craning his head to observe the spotted egg and the kwami all over. “Did my Ladybird lay an egg while I was gone?” 

Ladybug huffed. “This egg is the Miracle Box I told you about.” 

Chat lifted his head to meet her eyes. “No. Really?” 

“Yes, really. Why?” 

Chat reached out to pet the kwami with his fingers. “Well, it’s definitely marketable, if you’re into that sort of thing.” 

Ladybug scoffed. “If it was so marketable, it’d open without any trouble.” She sighed. “This isn’t really why I called you here but do you have any ideas what we could do to open it?” 

Chat contemplated the Box, his finger and thumb playing with his chin like he had an invisible goatee. “I could try to use Cataclysm and you can use Miraculous Ladybug to bring it back?” 

“The kwami were just talking about that. We can’t risk hurting the kwami.” Ladybug furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait, maybe Lucky Charm…?” 

“You think it’ll work?”

“Either way it’ll be lucky,” she said before handing the box and bag to Chat and standing up.

“Lucky Charm!”

A red and black spotted bone popped out of thin air and into Ladybug’s hands. At first glance it seemed like an actual bone, but it was soft and plush to the touch. 

Ladybug wrinkled her nose. “A chew toy?” 

Chat struggled to refrain from laughing. “Got a little doggie you’re hiding from me, my Lady?” He mimed fainting, his hand clutching at his heart dramatically. “Oh, the betrayal, Ladybug! How could you replace me with a dog?” 

Chat’s dramatics continued while Ladybug analyzed the chew toy. It was slightly larger than her palm, and always reverted back to its original state despite Ladybug squishing, twisting, and almost ripping it apart. After a while, she called for the kwami and Chat, ignoring the latter’s spiel. 

“Barkk’s the dog miraculous...would she be able to sense the chew toy and phase out of there?” Ladybug looked up to see that the kwami and Chat were looking at her stunned.. “Oh, what?” I’m  trying,” she huffed. 

Trixx laughed and floated over to the lucky charm to inspect it themselves. “Remember to look underneath the underneath, O dear Guardian. The one thing Tikki and I have in common is that with us, everything is not what it seems. Maybe you’ll require a dog in the future, or maybe dogs will be irrelevant in the scenario.” 

Ladybug huffed. “Thanks for the insight, Trixx. Helpful as always.” Trixx merely giggled and gave her a wink. Trixx was often a delight to have around, mostly because they helped Marinette with her plans and schemes, but they were also often vague to the point of nonsense. 

“Let’s see if being Mister Bug has taught me anything about Lucky Charms, my Lady,” Chat said, trading the chew toy for the Miracle Box. He held it up and played with it. “Supple, really soft but really sturdy. Maybe it could be a door stopper? Or we could tie it onto the Miracle Box and drop it from the Eiffel Tower and the force, upon hitting the chew toy will not only cushion the fall, but pop the box open.” 

“Uh, physics might not be my greatest subject, chaton, but I don’t think that’s how it works. Like, at all,” Ladybug said, following behind Chat as he trailed along the beam. 

“Right you are, but a lot of your normal plans usually defy the laws of physics so who knows?” Chat turned around to grin at her. 

Ladybug pursed her lips. “I mean, I guess we could try, but not from the Eiffel Tower.” Ladybug adjusted the box in her hands and shoved to bag over Chat’s shoulders. “Meet me at the Louvre and don’t drop the bag. The kwami’s miraculous are in there.”

“Aye, aye, my Lady.” 

With that, both heroes headed to the Louvre to test Chat’s theory. Needless to say, it didn’t work. It had ended with the Miracle Box falling on top of M. Kubdel’s head as he was heading out of the museum (thankfully,  it had fallen where the chew toy had been). This incident led to M. Kubdel yelling at Ladybug and Chat Noir who couldn’t convince him that they were in fact, the actual heroes doing Official Superhero Business. That then turned into a chase of cat and mouse between Ladybug and Chat, and M. Kubdel because he had been convinced that the Miracle Box would make a great exhibit in the museum and would’ve gotten away with it if Chat hadn’t used his baton to shove the Miracle Box out of his arms, and Ladybug using the yoyo string to trip M. Kubdel. Ladybug had to swoop in quickly and save him from falling on his face while Chat chased after the Box to prevent potential damage. By the end of it all, an irate Ladybug and a sheepish Chat Noir scurried back  to the Eiffel Tower before any curious civilians could follow them and see their antics. Or before M. Kubdel could gather up the guts to run off with the Miracle Box again. The kwamis flew behind the two heroes, their tiny laughter echoing behind them. 

Ladybug let out a heavy sigh. “Well, that was a bust.”

“It was...interesting,” Chat said, although he winced  at Ladybug’s tired eyes  bore through him. “Okay, well it could’ve been worse.” 

“M. Kubdel basically chased us off of the museum grounds, Chat,”she deadpanned. “And then he tried to steal the Box.” 

Chat winced again. “Okay, yeah it definitely could’ve gone so much better.” Chat chanced smiling at Ladybug. “You’ve got to admit, it was a little bit fun. “

Ladybug breathed in, before breaking out into a small smile. “Okay, it was a little bit fun.” A moment of silence passed before the two teens fell into rambunctious laughter, leaning into each other to keep their balance. It took a few moments for them to calm down and regain their bearings. 

“We’re so gonna have to apologize to M. Kubdel when we next see him,” Ladybug managed to say in between chuckles. 

Chat scoffed playfully. “Of course, my Lady. We are outstanding, proper citizens, after all,” he said in a voice that was more posh than his regular voice. 

“Okay, okay. Back to business, chaton,” Ladybug said, squaring her shoulders and tightening her grip on the Miracle Box. Chat adjusted the shoulder bag on his shoulder and turned to face her. 

“What’s up, bug?” 

She breathed in deeply. Before she could say anything about what she wanted to tell Chat, she remembered that he also had something he wanted to tell her. “You first, chaton. What’s up?” 

It was almost comical the way Chat straightened his posture with wide eyes and avoided Ladybug’s gaze. Ladybug pitched the bridge of her nose. What the hell did her partner do now? 

“Chat…,”

Chat held out the chew toy  in front of him to provide some cover and space between himself and the spotted heroine. “So, do you remember that thing we talked about the other night? With the Justice League?”

Ladybug slowly nodded, already starting to connect the dots. 

“So, I may have-”

“So, you may have?”

“Yes, I may have, let me finish, Ladybug!” Chat exclaimed before shifting his stance. “Anyways, I may have emailed them that same night…,” he trailed off. 

Ladybug froze. “You mean that same night I told you why it was a bad idea to do so? And you agreed to drop it?”

Chat interrupted her before she could continue. “Hold on, I didn’t necessarily agree to drop it. Look, just listen to what I have to say first, oui?” 

Ladybug sighed. “Fine.” 

“RIght. Anyways, I did contact them, but not to help us here, but for advice. Since you know, we haven’t really made any progress with finding out who Hawkmoth actually is. Maybe they have some insight.” 

Ladybug huffed. There was a part of her that wanted to scream at Chat Noir, remind him about the risks and why they hadn’t done so before, and how they didn’t help before, but she simply relaxed her shoulders. “Sit down, chaton. I’m not gonna do anything to you.” 

Chat’s eyes shifted from the empty spot beside her to her. “You sure?” 

She nodded. “I’m not going to liee, I’m really pissed that you went behind my back like that, but it’s done. Besides, you’re definitely right that we need help and you’re not the only one who went around looking for help.” She looked around and called out, “Sass!” 

“I’m sorry by the way. If it helps, I only got the automatic reply so far,” Chat said, patting Ladybug’s shoulder. 

“Thanks, chaton.” When Sass flew to both of them, she continued. “I asked Marianne if she knew anything about the Miraculous, and she mentioned a guy named Alfred Pennyworth who was the Snake Miraculous user before Viperion.” 

“Hey, Sass,” Chat greeted, giving the kwami a tiny high five. “Then what’s so important about this Alfred Pennyworth?” 

“He was close with Master Fu during World War Two and held onto the Snake Miraculous the longest. Sass mentioned that Alfred had plans on researching the Miraculous after his time in service. I’m planning on seeking him out for information, but, here’s the part you’re not going to like.” 

Chat tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

Ladybug gulped. “I’m planning to seek him out, but he lives abroad somewhere in the Americas.” 

Ladybug let the information sink in as Chat’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Marinette had contemplated telling Chat where exactly in America she would be, but decided not to risk him making the connection between her trip and the akuma class’ excursion to Gotham. 

“But the akumas-” Before Chat could continue, Ladybug interrupted him. 

“I will be going abroad, but Ladybug isn’t.” She played with her fingers before continuing. “I will be taking the Miracle Box and Sass with me, but I’m leaving Tikki behind with one of the other users.” 

“Isn’t that a risk to their identity, though?” Chat asked, scratching his head. “I mean, it looks like you’ve thought it all out but don’t you think you need more time before-” 

“I have a week before I go,” Ladybug interjected. “I talked to Tikki and she can make it so the new Ladybug owner looks completely unrecognizable from their previous hero identity. I’ll have to train them in the next week to the best of my ability.”

“Why can’t you just take the Horse Miraculous with you?” Chat asked. 

Ladybug simply held up the locked Miracle Box and shaked it a bit. Chat’s lips formed an ‘O’ in understanding. Ladybug nodded sympathetically. “Yeah, I know. It sucks major ass.”  

Chat gulped. “I,” he sighed. “Is there any way that any of the other heros can fill in my spot too?”

Ladybug blinked in surprise. “You’re going out of the city too?” 

“Yeah. My class has a class trip in Gotham and my attendance is mandatory,” he explained. Ladybug tried to forget the unnecessary parts of what he said. Despite the fact that Ladybug often scolded him for it, Chat Noir was still more lax about revealing personal details.  It took her a second to fully process what he said. 

“Gotham?” She squeaked. “Your class is taking a trip to Gotham? As in the Gotham trip that Mme. Bustier’s class is taking?” Ladybug’s eyes were the size of saucers and she had shifted so closely to him, they were practically nose-to-nose. Chat seemed to realize his mistake because his eyes widened and his breath hitched as he backed away from Ladybug, his tail swinging wildly behind him. 

“I, I mean Georgia! Like the state, Georgia!” 

Ladybug backed down, her eyebrows furrowed. She knew he was lying, but it was probably better to dismiss it. There was no way Chat Noir had been in her class this entire time. And even if he was, Chat’s identity was so not her priority right now. She cleared her throat. 

“Right! Heard they had great beaches this time of year,” Ladybug blurted out, not really sure of what she was saying, but it seemed to calm Chat down, so she didn’t really care. 

“Yep. Great academic stuff too like...aquariums…,” Chat trailed off, pursing his lips and looking like he swallowed a lemon. 

“Right! Well, we can probably get the others a user to cover for you, if you already have someone in mind,” Ladybug said very quickly, still trying to get her mind off of the fact that Chat was going to be in Gotham the same time she was what the fuc-

“Uh, yeah.” Chat looked away bashfully, his cheeks reddening. “I was thinking of asking Kagami Tsurugi. She was Ryuko before so she’ll be used to the Miraculous.” 

Ladybug nodded. “Sass, can you call the other kwami over here, please?” 

“Yesss, my Guardian.” With that, Sass flew off and returned with the other kwamis. 

“Change of plans, guys,” she said, addressing them each with a subtle nod. “Chat’s going abroad as well so we need to use one of your Miraculous as well. Is there any kwami willing?” 

Wayzz floated forward. “Who will be the recipient?” 

“Kagami Tsurugi,” Chat said. Without saying a word, Longg shook her head and bowed out. She felt a bit sad that Ryuko couldn’t become active on the field without risking her identity. In her stead, Pollen floated forward determinedly. 

“My Guardian, I believe my Venom will be most useful for this mission,” she chirped. Ladybug turned toward Chat. 

He nodded. “I think that’d be ideal. Kagami���s very...straightforward.”

She nudged him. “You know her well, then huh, chaton?” she teased, raising her eyebrow at him. 

His cheeks darkened and shoved her back playfully. “As if you don’t have your own boy toy running around, my Lady.” 

Ladybug snorted. “I don’t have a boy toy, chaton. I’m too busy for all of that anyways,” she huffed. 

“Not even for the guy you have feelings for?” he winked. 

She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I think I’m ready to get over him, honestly. Not jealous, are you, chaton?” 

Chat smiled lazily. ��I think I got the message by now, my Lady. I’m not going to wait for you if you don’t want me there.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. She knew Chat had feelings for her, but since she could never really reciprocate, she was happy he was moving on. “Anyways, you’ll be giving Kagami the Bee Miraculous tomorrow and we’ll help her get used to her new powers over the next week.” 

Chat nodded. “By the way, Ladybug. Who did you choose to be the new bug?” 

She smiled softly. “Luka Couffaine.” 

His eyes widened. “Are you sure?” 

She nodded. “He’s been through numerous resets and has helped me out in the ones I could remember, so he would be the most familiar with my tactics and how the Lucky Charms work.” 

“Makes sense,” Chat mused. He turned toward her with a face-splitting grin and held his fist out. 

“Pound it?” 

Ladybug smiled and copied his motions. 

“Pound it.”

[lovely-ateez]

A Plane For Two~

ꕥPosted: 8/21/20

ꕥGenre: Smut, Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x San

ꕥWord Count: ~1.3k

ꕥWarnings: Protected sex, fingering, language

ꕥA/N: This was requested and I hope you all like it! Requests are still open but please keep in mind that I have gone back to college so they might not get done as quickly as before. Also, in case you can’t tell, the nickname Kitten for me is just 😩👌🥵

“Are you ready, babe?” San asked with a dimpled smile.

“Absolutely! I’m so excited!”

Today was the day San and I were headed to Paris. I had never been outside my country before and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but San always made me feel safe and confident. There’s no one I’d rather travel with. Although we’d been dating for over a year, this was our first vacation together. I was so ecstatic when he told me that he planned the entire trip just for us. I felt like we’d reached a new place in our relationship.

I remember when we told our friends we’d be leaving. The both of us were going to be gone for two weeks so we obviously had to let them know. San gathered the seven men in our apartment living room.

I gave a wide smile, “San and I are going to Paris! We’ll be gone for two weeks so just a heads up.”

“Ughhh I’m jealous as hell. I wanna go to Paris.” Hongjoong pouted and crossed his arms.

“I’m not.” Mingi shrugged.

We all turned to him, waiting for his explanation. He gave us a timid look then laughed, “I don’t speak croissant.”

Everyone burst into laughter. It was probably the hardest I’ve laughed in a while. Overall, they were quite excited for us. Yunho insisted that we take as many pictures as possible and Yeosang gave us the ‘wise’ advice to not get into a fight with a mime. “They have no mercy,” He told us. I simply nodded, not bothering to question his reasoning.

Looking around our apartment, I double checked that we had everything we needed. When I saw we left nothing behind, we drove off. We arrived at the airport roughly two hours early but both of us were just so excited we couldn’t help it.

For the past two months we had both been learning French in preparation for our trip. Our French had become pretty good given the time frame, if I’m honest.

There were several restaurants in the airport so we decided to stop for a bite before we headed off.

“McDonalds, babe?”

“San I will kick your ass if we eat fast food. We’re going to Paris, dammit.”

He shook his head and smiled. “You have passed your first test, A plus to you.”

“Oh there’s a test? Why wasn’t I informed of this?”

“Pop quiz.”

The two of us found a cute little cafe to eat at. It was a beautiful Italian restaurant, complete with ornate decor. The golden lights lit up the room, giving it a cute aura.

We sat down and looked at the menu. I was pretty impressed given it was an airport restaurant. A woman asked us for our order and I couldn’t help but notice her eyeing up San. I grabbed his arm and put it around my shoulder. Back off, bitch. He’s mine. I didn’t have the balls to say it, but I certainly thought it. The woman saw my actions and looked down, obviously defeated. The woman quickly left after we selected our food, sparing no time in leaving us.

San turned to me with a playful look in his eyes, “Someone’s jealous.”

“Yeah actually I am. You’re mine.”

San gave me a sweet smile, “You’re cute.”

As we received our food we took our time to eat, discussing the places we’d like to visit, restaurants we were excited to eat at, and everything in between.

Bellies full, we walked over to where our plane would be boarding. And now, the waiting game began. It hit me how tired I truly was so I ended up in San’s lap telling him I’d only take a quick nap. The man smiled, not believing me.

I hated to admit that he was right but the next thing I knew, San was waking me up with a gentle voice as our plane number was called. The two of us looked at one another with an excited expression.

Holding hands, we boarded the plane and took our seats. I saw a male flight attendant eyeing me and I smiled to myself, waiting until San noticed, because I knew he would.

I felt a hand grab my chin and turn my head roughly before I felt a pair of soft lips interlocking with mine. I kissed back, knowing it was my jealous boyfriend. When I pulled back I was met with San’s tense eyes.

Smiling, I mocked his words earlier. “Someone’s jealous.”

He simply rolled his eyes and intertwined our fingers, placing his head on my shoulder. I chuckled to myself and looked back to where the flight attendant was previously. He was nowhere to be found.

We had intended to stay awake during the flight. Key word: intended. I ran my hands through San’s hair and within minutes he fell asleep. I knew he was exhausted and I didn’t have the heart to wake him. Watching him sleep so peacefully made me tired and I soon drifted off to sleep once again.

This time, I was the one to wake San up. The loud voice over the intercom startled me awake but he clearly didn’t have the same problem.

“Baby, we’ve gotta wake up.” I cooed.

He swatted at the air and pouted. “Five more minutes.” The roughness of his voice turned me on more than I’d like to admit, but I laughed it off and got the man to stand up and help me get our luggage.

-

In the blink of an eye, it seemed, we were in the heart of Paris. Some people quickly rushed here and there, some appearing relaxed at gorgeous eateries, but all were dressed in beautiful apparel. I was thankful that the both of us decided to dress up.

San in a purple sweater with the sleeves rolled up, causing his forearms to show—pinch me—and I in a light yellow dress with beautiful flowers adorning it.

“Where would you like to go babe?” San questioned.

I let out a chuckle, “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

San squinted and nodded. “I think we can make that happen.”

Although we didn’t quite go everywhere, we certainly saw as most of Paris as one can in two weeks. We hit all the classic tourist spots; the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Le Marais, and the Seine River. Thanks to a quick Google search we found some other fascinating places to go like Montmartre, Sacré-Coeur Basilica, and the Tuileries Garden. Every one of them had their own charm and were completely breathtaking.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and two weeks went by in a flash. We soon arrived home, and I couldn’t help but thank San endlessly for the trip.

“This trip was...beyond amazing, San. Thank you so much for this.”

“Of course. Only the best for my girl.”

I smiled and kissed him gently. I only had innocent intentions, but San had other things in mind.

San bit my bottom lip and wrapped his arms around my waist. He held me tight against him, making me flush. The man smiled into the kiss and slowly began to raise my shirt over my head.

“This okay babe?” San asked between our heated kisses.

“Yes. I want this.”

At my words he threw my shirt off, soon ridding himself of his own shirt.

I felt myself grow wet at the his dark gaze. The lust in his eyes seemed to grow by the moment. I couldn’t help but feel submissive when he looked at me like that and I was more than willing to let him take the lead.

He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as we continued to kiss. He carried me to our shared room and dropped me on the queen sized bed. I quickly took off my skirt and tossed it to the floor. San gave me a dark gaze and ran his fingertips up and down my thighs. I shivered, growing more aroused by the second. As he continued his movements, I grew impatient.

“Please for the love of god get inside me.”

San let out a loud laugh, “You sound so desperate, baby. I love it.” He emphasized the last sentence which made my walls clench, desperate for something, anything.

My boyfriend must’ve seen the desperation on face because he gave me a sympathetic look. He decided not to lead me on for too long—thank god.

He spread my legs and lowered my panties. My breathing grew ragged just from the smallest of his touches. San really had me whipped.

Slowly, he entered a single finger in me. His pace gradually grew in response to my moans. When he added another, I let out a borderline pornographic moan. He leaned down so his mouth was beside my ear. “You’re doing wonderful, kitten.”

Kitten was a nickname San solely used when he wanted sex. I’d grown to connect the two so closely that even if he mentioned the word, I’d become wet.

I whimpered. Whether at the nickname or the three fingers now inside me, I couldn’t tell.

Just as I was approaching my orgasm, San removed his fingers and I groaned at how empty I felt.

“Patience, darling.”

San kicked off his jeans and boxers and grabbed a condom from his bag.

Opening the foil, he placed the condom on his member. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Please, San. I need you.”

He entered me at a quick enough pace to make me see stars.

“Kitten if you keep clenching around me like that I’m gonna cum already.”

“I...I’m sorry I just—can’t help it. You feel so good, baby.”

It only took several thrusts from him before the coil in my abdomen was threatening to come undone. I never knew how he did it, but he could always make me fall apart faster than any man I’d been with before. Not that they were bad, necessarily, but San was just so good.

“San, baby. Please, please, please don’t stop I’m so close.”

“Already, kitten? Do I make you feel that good?”

I could barely form sentences at that point. Between heated breaths I whispered, “Yes. You always do. Make me feel so fucking good.”

He growled in response. “Cum for me then. I expect you to cum hard, you understand kitten?”

“Fu-uck yes yes I understand.”

His hand moved down to run my clit in steady circles and I found my relase. I arched my back off the bed and moaned loud. San came a few thrusts after me, letting me watch as his face twisted in pleasure. From that sight alone I could probably cum again.

He gave a dashing smiled as he came down from his high, pulling out of me and running to grab a warm towel.

San returned to clean me up, watching me with soft eyes.

“I don’t say it enough, but you mean the world to me. No one means anything to me in comparison to you. I love you.”

I scoffed, “You tell me that all the time you big doofus. Really though, I love you too.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m awfully tired. Would you care to cuddle with me sweetheart?”

“I’d be honored.”

[straykidsftw]

Anniversary / LMH

genre: slight angst, fluff

requested?: yes (anon)

summary: in which, upon you becoming deaf, minho goes out of his way to learn sign language

warnings: none

________

5th May [07:53]

“I’ll put your coffee over here,” Minho said, pointing to the coffee table as you nodded, stretching and making your way over to the cats in the middle of your living room.

“Dori-ah!” you cooed, crouching down to stroke the youngest cat, laughing as you felt the vibrations she made through your hand, “and Soongie, and Doongie, yes, I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Minho chuckled, tapping your head gently so you knew he was talking to you, “I need to go to practise, okay? I’ll be home this evening.”

You smiled, giving him a thumbs up, “I’ll make dinner for when you come back.”

Minho hummed, “sounds good. Remember to give the cats their dinner, and you need to add...”

“Minho,” you said, chuckling slightly, “come back, I can’t see what you said.”

Minho apologised, motioning to the kitchen, “you need to add their medicine. I went to get it.”

He laughed as you shook your head, flicking his thigh before standing back up.

“See you later, okay?” Minho said.

You nodded, kissing him, “love you.”

“What’s ‘love you’ in sign language?” Minho asked.

You quickly showed him, smiling as he continued to sign the words until he left the front door.

“Love you too!”

5th May [14:04]

“Minho, we’re thinking of going out for dinner on Saturday night, do you and Y/N wanna join us?” Chan asked.

Minho hummed, not looking up from the screen in front of him.

“Minho,” Chan repeated, “Lee Minho?”

He snapped his fingers in front of the younger boy’s face, making Minho pause the video and look up.

“Yeah?”

“We’re going out for dinner on Saturday night and wondered if you and Y/N wanted to come,” Chan said, exasperated, “what are you even doing?”

“I’m– I’m learning a language,” Minho said, “and yeah, we’ll come to dinner.”

“Language? I think you need speaking practise as well,” Chan chuckled, sitting beside his friend, “what language?... oh.”

He looked at Minho’s phone screen, the woman signing with her hands and explaining each word and the different ways of signing them.

“Korean sign language,” Minho sighed, “Y/N learnt it at the hospital and in therapy, but because we were having a comeback then, I couldn’t learn it with her.”

“I thought Y/N could still talk?” Chan said, his voice sounding shocked.

Minho nodded, “no, she can, she can. But it would just be nice to be able to have a conversation freely. Every time I talk to her I’m worried about my pronounciation and whether she can see or not. And I can’t understand her all the time either.”

Chan sighed, “I’m sorry, man. I know it’s been a huge change.”

Minho shrugged, “she’s still Y/N, she’s still my girlfriend. Just... no longer hearing.”

“You’re a pretty awesome person, Min, not many people would think that,” Chan smiled, “I’ll tell the boys you’re not feeling well, alright? Just keep practising. Also, get yourself some real lessons, YouTube can only go so far.”

Minho chuckled, nodding as Chan got up to leave, “oh. By the way, can you... not tell Y/N about this?”

Chan smiled, miming zipping up his lips and throwing away the key.

5th May [18:58]

“I’m home!” Minho yelled, before sighing as he looked at Soongie in front of him scowling, “oops, sorry. You’re probably the only one who suffered from that.”

Minho walked to the kitchen, tapping your head as you continued to chop up vegetables.

You jumped slightly, before smiling, “welcome home!”

Minho smiled, “what are you making?”

“Vegetable pancakes,” you said, continuing to chop up the ingrediants before dropping them in the bowl with the pancake mix, “also, I’m supposed to be getting my new hearing aids on Friday, hopefully with them I’ll be able to hear people who are close to me.”

“Strangers can go fuck themselves,” Minho said.

You rolled your eyes, laughing, “you know that’s not what I meant. Go set the table, these will be ready soon.”

“Yes miss.”

8th May [19:05]

Minho ran into the living room, waving as you smiled.

“Wait! Look at this!” you exclaimed, grabbing the small case off the table and putting in your new hearind aids, “speak to me, my love.”

Minho laughed.

“See! I kinda heard it,” you exclaimed, “it’s small, but more than nothing!”

Minho smiled, pulling you into a hug, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you smiled.

“You gonna wear those tomorrow at dinner?” Minho asked, as you nodded.

“First time out,” you sighed, nervously.

“And it’ll be fun,” Minho said, kissing your forehead, “I’ll be beside you all night, it’ll be okay.”

9th May [18:46]

“Cheers!”

Everyone clinked their glasses in the middle of the table, taking a sip before putting them back down.

“Y/N....” Chan started.

You swore quietly, turning to Minho.

“I can’t hear him,” you said, “I don’t think it’s working because of the noise here.”

Minho nodded, rubbing your back, “it’s okay. Her hearing aids aren’t working, you’re gonna have to speak clearly so she can lip read.”

“Sorry,” you laughed sheepishly.

Chan shook his head, repeating his earlier statement, “how’s college going.”

You gave him a thumbs up, smiling.

“It’s really good! I thought it’d be really different going back after losing my hearing, but it was as if nothing changed,” you said.

“But...?” Changbin repeated, “sorry, I didn’t understand.”

You shook your head, repeating the sentence.

Changbin nodded, “that’s good! How’s the course?”

9th May [22:55]

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Why?” Minho asked, crawling over your smaller frame, brushing some hair away from your face.

“That was so humiliating! My hearing aids stopped working and I kept having to repeat what I was saying!” you exclaimed, “am I really that bad at talking?”

Minho shook his head, “you’re doing amazing, it was just really loud in the restaurant. Maybe in future we’ll go somewhere quieter.”

You sighed, nodding.

“Our anniversary’s in a few weeks, let’s just do something quiet, hmm?” Minho said, laying beside you as his thumb massaged your side gently.

“You say that like I’ve forgotten,” you teased, “I’ve already got your gift.”

Minho smiled, “I’m working on yours.”

“Working on it?” you asked, confused.

Minho nodded, stroking your head, “you’ll understand on the day.”

29th May [09:26]

“Good morning, love,” Minho smiled, watching as your eyes fluttered open, immediately squeezing shut again in reaction to the light.

“Wait,” you said with a yawn, “hearing aids.”

Minho grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

“Ya, I can’t hear you,” you said, rubbing your eyes as you sat up, looking at your boyfriend angrily.

‘You don’t need them,’ Minho signed.

“Huh?”

“Was that not good?” Minho asked, nervously.

You furrowed your eyebrows, signing back, ‘when did you learn that?’

‘Happy Anniversary,’ he smiled, nervously signing the newly learnt words, ‘this is your gift. I’ve been working for the past few weeks.’

“Minho,” you sighed, signing back, ‘this is the best present. I can’t believe that you’ve actually done this.’

Minho shrugged, ‘it’s easier for you. I want you to be comfortable.’

You smiled, your eyes filling with tears as you leaned forward, grabbing your boyfriend’s face and kissing him.

Minho smiled as he pulled away, signing again, ‘what was that for?’

‘You’re the best boyfriend I could ask for,’ you smiled, ‘just the fact you stayed with me is more than I could of asked for, and now this.’

‘And I’ll be here to help you. Whenever.’

You smiled, laughing slightly as you wiped away a tear, ‘my present looks really shit now.’

Minho laughed, shaking his head, ‘give it to me.’

You shrugged, grabbing Minho’s hand, “come with me.”

Minho looked at you confused, but followed you anyway.

“This isn’t the present I originally got you,” you sighed, before continuing with your signs, ‘but I found this, and I thought you’d like him.’

“Him?!” Minho exclaimed, gasping in shock as you pulled a tiny cat from it’s zipped bag they’d given you from the adoption centre.

‘He doesn’t have a name,’ you signed, ‘you can decide. I found him on a street under a car, originally I took him to the adoption centre, but then I adopted him myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.’

But Minho wasn’t looking at you, he was sat on the floor, stroking the cat in front of him.

‘How could you think this was shit?!’ Minho signed, looking up at you angrily.

‘Cause your’s is life changing,’ you signed, ‘and I’m just really thankful for what you’ve done.’

‘What do you want to name him?’ Minho asked, standing up and kissing you softly, ‘you can choose.’

You shook your head, ‘you choose. You’ve worked hard.’

Minho smiled, leaning down and kissing you again, ‘okay.’

“That easy, huh?” you laughed.

“I’m gonna start talking again if you keep that up,” Minho said, looking at you so you could read his lips, also instinctively signing a little bit.

“I just bought us a cat!” you exclaimed.

‘My cat now.’

[ruzek-halstead]

found

part three

pairing: jay halstead x hailey upton

while chasing a lead on their homicide investigation, jay & hailey find an abandoned baby on christmas eve. as to not have the baby spend it’s first christmas at family services, it’s up to jay & hailey, with a little help from will & the rest of the team to take care of it.

“jay, you’d make a really hot dad.”

(inspired by ncis episode)

part one || part two || masterlist

warnings: swearing, fluffery

the rest of their night went by relatively smoothly (if you don’t include the part where baby alvin spit up on jay’s shoulder). hailey wasn't complaining though because she got to see a shirtless jay when he whipped his shirt off and threw it in the laundry bin.

now that it was official that jay and hailey would be spending christmas together, hailey realized she never got the chance to drop by her house to pick up extra clothes. since baby alvin was now asleep (back in his car seat because they didn't have anything more comfortable to set him on), hailey thought it was the perfect time to sneak away for an hour.

"what?" jay snapped, watching as she grabbed his keys off the counter because she drove over with him. "you can't leave me, hailey. are you insane?"

hailey rolled her eyes, shrugging on her bomber jacket. "relax. you'll be okay; he's asleep."

"have you never watched any amateur parenting movie?" he hissed, visibly panicking. "you know he's going to wake up as soon as you leave, and i don't have the slightest clue what i'm doing!"

"jay," hailey sighed, hand on the doorknob. jay was glaring so harshly at the door, as if he could keep it closed with the sheer strength of his gaze. "i just need to go home, shower and grab some clothes. i'll be back before you know it."

jay shook his head vehemently. "you can shower here."

"i need clothes."

"i have clothes. what do you think i'm wearing right now?"

extremely tight-fitting shirts is what you're wearing, hailey thought.

"seriously, jay?" hailey said, visibly deflating. "not even half an hour?"

jay latched onto her hand, gently removing his keys from her hand. "hailey, please," he mumbled in a desperate plea.

that's when she knew he was serious. jay halstead rarely, if ever, showed any vulnerability, much less, desperation. that's when she knew she couldn't leave him by himself (even if she genuinely believed he would be fine).

"fine," she conceded, throwing her jacket into his chest. "but i'm taking a nice, hot, long shower now, and you better not interrupt me because of the baby."

jay smirked slightly. "sorry hails, i don't know what you're thinking about. but no, i don't plan on interrupting you mid-shower."

hailey's grin dropped, and she slapped him on the bicep immediately. "there's a baby in the room! stop being gross, halstead."

"you mentioned it first!" he retaliated hotly. "i mean, sure. i was already thinking about you in my shower, but you still said it out loud."

hailey slapped a hand against her forehead (mostly to hide her flaming cheeks). "oh my god," she muttered in mortification, "this conversation got away from me."

"i'm gonna grab a beer," jay said and she could hear him chuckling.

"i'm going to raid your closet and shower." on her way to his bedroom, she turned to him sharply and hissed, "not another word, halstead!"

he mimed zipping his lips closed and throwing the key, but he couldn't hold back his smirk.

with a huff, hailey threw his bedroom door open. his bed was made up neatly and there were no clothes littering the floor. it didn't surprise her; there was never any garbage littering his truck and he always organized his desk before he left for the night. she assumed it was something he learned back in his military days and never lost the habit.

she'd been in his room before; not many times, but she knew her way around. she knew the bottom two drawers of his dresser contained his hoodies and joggers (because they were the biggest drawers and what he owned the most of), so she took the first one she saw. she recognized it instantly, because she had one just like it from her academy days. she dug into the bottom of his joggers drawer, pulling out the very last pair. if it was at the bottom, that meant he didn't wear them often because a) they don't fit anymore and b) they're most likely the pair that won't look as ridiculous on hailey's small frame.

hailey decided on a quick shower, because it was late and she was tired. jay's hoodie fit just how she liked it; loose and baggy. his joggers, on the other hand, were still a tad too long so she rolled them at the waist; for the night, it would do. she gathered all her old clothes and laid them on the spare couch jay had in his room, before making her way back into the living room.

the sight before her was adorable.

jay was sat with his back against the couch, with baby alvin's car seat next to him. he had a beer in one hand and the other resting near alvin. creeping closer, hailey realized his hand was inside the seat because baby alvin was holding onto one of his fingers. hailey nearly melted into the floor.

naturally, hailey had to snap another picture.

"can you stop taking pictures of me?" jay asked without even looking up. hailey fumbled with her phone, nearly dropping it at the heart attack that jay gave her. she didn't even realize he knew she was in the room. "you have the real deal right here. enjoy it."

at this, hailey rolled her eyes and made her way into the kitchen to grab a beer. when she returned, jay was getting off the phone with a grim expression.

"what happened?" she asked immediately.

jay slid the phone back into his front pocket. "nothing," he sighed. "that was dcfs. they found a home for alvin. uh — we can drop him off tomorrow morning."

"oh," hailey breathed. she wasn't sure why she felt like her chest was exploding; she'd hardly spent any time with baby alvin, and she knew all along he'd be going somewhere better. but now that it was official, and so soon, and it saddened her. "that's — uh, that's great."

jay met her gaze, his green eyes understanding. "yeah. i know."

she hadn't said anything, but he knew.

hailey glanced to the corner of the room, where jay's christmas tree was set up. it only reminded her that it was nearly christmas and their time with baby alvin was limited. so, she slid down onto alvin's other side and grabbed the remote from beside jay. "it's almost christmas and we don't have much time with him left. i'm putting on a christmas movie and we're going to hope alvin sleeps through the night. does that sound good, halstead?"

jay smirked, mimicking a salute. "copy you."

hailey decided to go with a classic christmas movie and chose 'christmas with the cranks'. she originally wanted to choose one of those cheesy hallmark christmas movies, but jay nearly tackled her for the remote. hailey wasn't sure how much time had passed but with her head resting against the couch and being as exhausted as she was, she passed out without even realizing it. jay must have dozed off too because when she woke up to soft cries, she could hear his gentle snores. she looked over to him sitting with his head lolled to the side, mouth agape adorably.

naturally, she had to snap another picture.

baby alvin seemed to perk up when he noticed hailey was awake and giving him attention. she took him out of his car seat and grabbed their makeshift diaper bag to change him. jay promised to help and she would kick his ass if he didn't, but he looked so peaceful, she decided not to wake him. she made her way into the kitchen, where it was a bit challenging to prepare a bottle while one arm was preoccupied, but she was slowly managing. it was only a few minutes later, she heard pattering behind her and saw jay. his eyes were squinted at the harsh light and he was scratching the back of his head, messing up his hair.

"what are you doing?" he mumbled sleepily. he looked so adorable, hailey forgot to reply. "why didn't you wake me?"

hailey shrugged her shoulders. jay shook his head with a slight smile and moved her out of the way, taking over the bottle duties. hailey raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"i texted nat earlier tonight after my freakout," he admitted sheepishly, "asked for some basics."

hailey nodded her head, silently impressed. baby alvin cooed happily in her arms when she started feeding him the bottle while jay watched on sleepily. he excused himself to take a quick shower and hailey busied herself with getting alvin back to sleep. he went pretty quickly and she soon found herself draped across the couch, utterly exhausted.

that's what jay walked in to see and he let out a laugh.

"is this what parenthood looks like?" he asked, lifting up her feet so he could sit underneath.

hailey sighed. "i'm assuming so. probably with more puke though."

she could feel his fingers running along her ankles soothingly. "do you want to take my bed? i'll take the couch."

"so gentlemanly of you," she smirked, chuckling. "but no, i'm okay right here. in case he wakes up again."

"i'm always gentlemanly," he shot back. "so gentlemanly that i haven't even told you how i feel about seeing you in my clothes."

hailey raised an eyebrow in his direction. he was solely staring at the tv, but she could see his jaw muscles jumping.

"how do you feel?"

i mean, he had to assume she was going to ask.

with a quick glance towards her, his lips stretched into a small smile. "better yet, let me tell you how you look," he squirmed in his seat and under her intense gaze. she wasn't surprised in the least that he didn't want to talk about his feelings (as nick miller once said "if we needed to talk about feelings, they'd be called talkings").

"if you're going to tell me they look way better on me, please save the clichés."

jay snorted. "of course not. no one looks better in my clothes than me."

"ah, such a charmer."

"shit, sorry," he mumbled, laughing. "you know i suck at this."

"jay, i don't even know what this is right now."

his hands on her ankles stilled. "i'm trying to tell you that you're beautiful and seeing you in my clothes only made me realize how much of an idiot i am that i haven't told you that before."

"oh," hailey breathed. suddenly her sass and playfulness was gone. "well, you're beautiful too."

her sass may be gone, but her ability to make any situation immediately awkward definitely wasn't.

"thanks?" jay laughed. "but you don't date cops," he added, cringing. "which is definitely a good policy. workplace romances are... complicated."

hailey swallowed nervously. this conversation was moving into uncharted territory. "and you already dated a partner before," she blurted dumbly. "and it didn't end well. because workplace romances aren't smart. tactically, they're just... not smart."

honestly, this whole conversation was a train wreck.

"we should get some sleep," he chuckled, "i don't even know what we're saying anymore."

he wasn't wrong and hailey was absolutely exhausted, so she fell asleep again without even realizing it. jay couldn't quite get to sleep because he was still beating himself up about how awkward their conversation had gotten. he simply just wanted to tell her she looked fantastic in his clothes and maybe he wanted to tell her that somewhere throughout their partnership, things had changed. at least for him, they had. but his mouth and his brain experienced some kind of disconnection and he had no idea what the hell he ended up saying instead. he ended up falling asleep with similar thoughts running through his mind, and only woke up hours later when baby alvin was screaming at the top of his lungs.

hailey was now curled into herself on the couch and jay was slumped over her. hailey groaned, kicking his hip with her foot. he cursed, flinching awake.

"it's your turn, halstead."

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after baby alvin woke jay up at six am, he couldn't get back to sleep.

after all, it was christmas day.

jay busied himself with caring for baby alvin, surprising himself at his lack of panic. once he was finished and set him down in the playpen will brought, he made a fresh pot of coffee.

with a start, hailey woke up out of her slumber. she had never been so confused, but as soon as she took in her surroundings, everything made sense. she spotted baby alvin in his playpen and dropped by to place a gentle kiss on his head.

"merry christmas alvin," she whispered quietly. it truly tugged on her heart strings, and for a moment, she could feel her eyes watering. this baby had been through hell and back, and here he was, spending christmas with two complete strangers. she truly hoped this new family could give him everything he deserved.

"you okay?" she heard jay's voice closely behind her and she hastily wiped away her tears. instead, jay wrapped an arm around her, tugging her into his shoulder. "merry christmas hails," he said softly, hanging her a mug of coffee.

hailey thanks him with a grateful, watery smile. "thanks jay," she replied warmly.

the moment was sweet and for a second, jay thought this was the perfect opportunity to lean in and just do it. but of course, his doorbell rang.

with a light huff, he pattered over to the door and swung it open to reveal vanessa and adam. "uh — what are you guys doing here today?"

"merry christmas buddy!" adam exclaimed, walking right past him and into his apartment. vanessa followed behind him with a polite smile. "it's nice to see you too!" he captured hailey in a hug.

jay stood at his door, even more confused than before. "i thought you guys all had stuff?"

"we did," vanessa replied, her arm changing around hailey's shoulders. "but we heard about the new family. thought you guys might need some moral support."

hailey's heart clenched at the sheer adorableness that were her friends. even on a day that was meant to be spent with family, they were still there for each other. they were family too, after all.

"now, where is my little rugrat?" adam cooed, reaching down to pick up baby alvin.

who would have thought that adam was so good with babies?

now that adam and vanessa were there, jay and hailey could go change and get ready for the day. vanessa had also brought hailey some spare clothes (bless her soul), so before they knew it, they were heading out the door and into jay's truck. this time, loading the car seat was much easier and there were no groans in frustration. adam and vanessa followed closely behind in adam's car. hailey couldn't deny the pool of dread low in her belly; the closer they got, the more she nervously played with her fingers. eventually, jay reached over and tangled his with hers, so she could nervously squeeze his hand instead.

when they arrived at baby alvin's new home, adam and vanessa went to ring the doorbell while jay and hailey gathered everything necessary.

looking down at alvin's smile, hailey frowned. "jay, i can't do it. you have to do it."

"hailey," he said softly, "i — i don't think i can do it either," he admitted honestly.

luckily, adam had come over to say his goodbyes to baby alvin. with one look into hailey's sad eyes and jay's grip of death on the car seat, he knew without words. he gently took the car seat from jay's grasp and took him away from them.

hailey leaned against the truck heavily. she had only known this baby for barely twenty-four hours but it honestly hurt to see him go, even if it was for the best. jay leaned next to her, wrapping a tight arm around her shoulders. she knew she was tearing up again, but she didn't bother hiding it this time. "it's okay, hails. it's for the best."

she knew that, but it still hurt.

adam handed the car seat over to the happy couple and hailey could see their happy tears.

"i know. merry christmas jay."

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lmao im so sorry this took so long.. life got in the way

and tbh, i wasn't really feeling this last chapter but i had to power through!!!

i apologize, i know it sucks. especially the upstead dialogue at the end lmao... i don't even know what was happening there

i was going for a will they/won't they vibe and tbh i think i just ruined it altogether

but i wanted to finish this and i did, so im proud of myself for that

[izzielizzie]

I just wondering if you could do a headcanon based on Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift, cuz im sorta in love with that song but i dont mind who. Thx so much, u dont have to tho ❤

Yes! Champagne Problems is my absolute favorite song on the album along with Tis The Damn Season so I’m very excited! This is a Keely/Luis fic, which I've never done so I’m confused too don’t worry, but it does make sense I assure you. Also, there are ticket men and balls so um,,, have fun deciding what time period this is in because I don’t know. Enjoy!! Also there are notes at the end.

You booked the night train for a reason So you could sit there in this hurt

”Are you sure you want the three am train?” the ticket man asked. No, Luis was not sure and he had half a mind to go back to Keely’s house as fast as he could, but he didn’t have that choice anymore. 

”Yes, thank you.” Luis and the man exchanged money and tickets. 

”Well, have a good night then,” the man said. 

”Doubtful,” Luis muttered as he sat on a bench to wait for the train.

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers You're not sure which is worse

Luis ran his hand over the ring box in his pocket as he waited in the silence. It was strange, to be able to hear his own thoughts when an hour ago he was surrounded by so many people he could hardly hear Keely’s voice. 

Because I dropped your hand while dancing

His hand still tingled, where hers used to be. He could still feel the way her fingers slid along his palms for the last time as she spun away from him. 

Left you out there standing Crestfallen on the landing

Luis could still feel the snow on his coat and on the knee of his best pants. He could feel the biting cold on his cheeks as he watched her blubber apologies he couldn’t hear. 

Champagne problems

He leaned against the railing of the balcony as he watched her drown cup after cup of the champagne he knew her family always bought.

Your mom's ring in your pocket

The box he had warmed in his palms and opened to the cold felt heavy in his hands. The ring he had seen glint on his mother’s finger every day until it was too heavy for her  to bear was too painful to look at. He wanted to see it glint again, but the snow was in the way. 

My picture in your wallet

Luis pulled out his wallet to see how much money he had, and if there was enough for the train when he saw the picture he always looked at: Keely, his mother, and himself laughing at his high school graduation. It was the last time his mother left the house.

Your heart was glass, I dropped it Champagne problems

Luis felt his heart shatter as Keely smashed the top of the next bottle in the hall downstairs.

You told your family for a reason You couldn't keep it in

Luis’s brothers made a beeline for him when he slowly walked down the stairs, his money where Keely’s hand should have been.

”Did she say yes?” Manny asked.

Luis didn’t answer. The look on his face was answer enough.

Your sister splashed out on the bottle Now no one's celebrating

Luis’s sister-in-law came towards them with a glass of wine in her hand. 

“Did she say yes?”

Manny shook his head at his wife.

She dropped her glass, the red wine splashing onto her dress. 

Dom Perignon, you brought it No crowd of friends applauded

Cooper handed Luis the bottle of wine Luis had brought earlier that afternoon when he entered the kitchen.

“Are we celebrating?” Nate asked.

Luis shook his head. 

Your hometown skeptics called it Champagne problems

Vanessa Merriman, Luis’s friend from childhood laughed a short humorless laugh as she pulled herself up onto the counter, her ball gown fluffed to one side.

”It’d call it too much wine if you asked me.”

”I’m sorry Luis,” Bronwyn added, pressing a gloved hand against his arm. He shook it off. 

You had a speech, you're speechless

He had a speech planned. He had wanted to thank his friends for supporting him. For reminding him how much his relationship with Keely had helped him grow as a person. 

Love slipped beyond your reaches

“I loved her,” was all he could say. Olivia, Vanessa, and Bronwyn pulled him into a hug, their arms around him as his shoulders shook and the bottle slipped out of his hands, staining his shoes and the hems of their dresses. 

And I couldn't give a reason

”Did she tell you why?” Kris asked.

Luis shook his head.

Champagne problems

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Vanessa miming drinking to Kris, who nodded with pursed lips. 

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

Luis could see her new car through the window of the kitchen. He could see the handle he pulled on to open the door for her whenever they went for drives. It was the only thing not covered in snow.

November flush and your flannel cure

Keely had been shivering the first time they exited that car five weeks ago. They were going to their old dorm for the last time with their friends to visit his younger brother. Without a second thought, he pulled off his flannel jacket and wrapped it around Keely’s arms. 

He didn’t have to think about much in their relationship. 

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

Luis could still remember the day Vanessa dared them to a game of soccer in the halls when they all woke up with major hangovers. “What a mad house,” he had commented as everyone laughed.

I made a joke "well, it's made for me" how

The joke was a small one that they had all found amusing and then forgot about, until now.

“She really was mad huh?” Olivia asked.

“I guess.”

Evergreen, our group of friends

“She’s messed up everything,” Vanessa added. 

Don't think we'll say that word again

“We won’t be us without Keely,” Bronwyn agreed as she wrapped her arms around Nate, who was leaning against the stove.

Luis didn’t question how they all agreed to drop Keely from their group. It seemed natural.

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through

“Oh, sorry.” Everyone turned to look at Keely in her black dress and gloves. 

“What do you want?” Olivia asked.

Keely’s eyes darkened. “This is my house. And I’m getting the Christmas decorations.”

They watched as Keely walked through the kitchen to the door that concealed the basement steps. Decorations felt odd for a time like this. 

One for the money, two for the show I never was ready, so I watch you go

Luis stood and watched as she disappeared down the steps. 

Sometimes you just don't know the answer Till someone's on their knees and asks you

“God, she wasted an eight year relationship,” Vanessa said, shaking her head.

Eight years. Luis didn’t know how badly he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her until she refused to.

"She would've made such a lovely bride What a shame she's fucked in the head", they said

His friends’ words were still in his head as he sat in the train station. 

“She’s fucked up Luis, it’s not your fault.”

“There’s nothing you can do when someone like that makes up their mind.”

But you'll find the real thing instead

“Hello. May I sit with you?” Luis looked up to see a girl with a beautiful white gown and a green coat and cap standing in front of him. He could see her shining amber eyes, even though it was dark in the station.

“Do I know you?” Luis asked.

The girl smiled and nodded. “I left the same party as you. Keely’s? I’m Bronwyn’s younger sister.”

Luis knew he recognized the voice. “Maeve?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“I needed to go home, and Bronwyn wasn’t ready yet. I’m not fond of Christmas parties.”

“Neither am I,” Luis said. Maeve laughed and fiddled with the skirt of her dress. It really was the prettiest dress Luis had ever seen. 

“May I sit?”

“Of course.”

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

They sat and laughed for hours as they waited for the train, and Luis walked her home in the snow. Her shoes were soaked through so he carried her the last few blocks, and he fell in love as she laughed, her eyes shining. 

And hold your hand while dancing

A year later, she wore the same gown as she had at the train station as they danced in her ballroom with the rest of their friends. After a while they found their way to her balcony overlooking her yard. 

Never leave you standing Crestfallen on the landing With champagne problems

“Want a drink?”

“No thank you, Luis.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“No, I’ll come with.”

Your mom's ring in your pocket

He never got the wine though, because once they were in the middle of the ballroom, he was kneeling in front of her with his mother’s ring on her finger. 

Her picture in your wallet

It might have been Vanessa who took the picture. Or maybe Cooper. They were never sure, but one copy was in his wallet and one was in her locket with their children until the day they died. 

And you won't remember all my Champagne problems

They were toasted with glasses of champagne, and for the first time he wasn’t hurt by the sight. Tonight was a night for celebration. Not for heartache. 

You won't remember all my Champagne problems

“I’m glad you didn’t marry Keely Luis my dear,” his mother told him at the wedding, the first time she was able to leave the house.

“Who?” Luis answered.

Notes:

It’s snowing idk why

They’re at Keely’s vacation house which is why Luis had to take a train back home

I hinted at it but Luis’s mom was sick when this happened, and better at the wedding

Also this was a mildly petty fic my goodness.

Also this happened in about eight different time frames/locations that I’ve woven into one fic: There’s Luis and Maeve at the train station, Keely and Luis at her house on the balcony overlooking the dancers, Luis talking to his brothers and sister in law, Luis and his friends at their dorm, Luis in the kitchen, Maeve and Luis on her balcony overlooking the yard, Maeve, Luis and friends in Maeve’s ballroom in her parents’ house, and then their wedding at the very end.

That wasn’t any clearer sorry

I hope you enjoyed!!!

[littlekatleaf]

Be still my indelible friend (Overwatch)

So this is inspired by the “Love Triangle” scenario @lovely-starry-universe​ shared. (sorry it’s not TMA, @beaugtifuw​ but maybe consider it as an alternative to death?) This is also separate from my other fics.

Be still my indelible friend, you are unbreaking Though quaking, though crazy That’s just wasteland, baby ~ Hozier, “Wasteland, Baby!” Roadhog wanted to rub his eyes, aching behind his mask. He felt like he was going to sneeze, but his head throbbed and sneezing would make it worse. He really wanted to disappear into his quarters and sleep whatever this was off, without the mask so he could sneeze as necessary and blow his nose. Unfortunately he was stuck here, trying to keep Junkrat from noticing he was getting sick. 

Junkrat always noticed, even if he was in the middle of working something up for Torbjörn, or messing with one of Lena’s pulse bombs. Could be completely immersed in his work, muttering about whatever crossed his mind as he pieced things together, but the minute Roadhog started feeling off, sometimes before he actually registered the sensation in his own body, Junkrat would be there with tea or Kleenex or cough drops. Whatever Roadhog might need. Or want. No matter how many times Roadhog told him to stop - didn’t need coddling - Junkrat just shrugged and kept on. Irritating. Not a sook and rankled that Junkrat thought he was. 

Reckoned the Rat had a point, though. Hard to intimidate when one was constantly sniffling. Like he was doing right now. Just about to get up and find his own tissues when footsteps clanked down the passage outside the door and Junkrat finally looked up from his wires. Not at him, though. At the man currently leaning in the doorway.

“Oi, Lucio! Welcome back, mate. How’d it go,” Junkrat asked.

Lucio gusted a sigh. “Horrible. She’s gonna be gone for months, and as a goodbye gift she gave me her cold.”

Junkrat laughed, but not meanly. “Now that ain’t fair.” He crossed the room and pressed his hand to Lucio’s forehead. “Might be warm.”

“Eh, no big. Just feel a little under… the… weather.” His voice wavered up on the word and suddenly he pitched forward. “Hitchoo! I’tchoo!” 

“Bless ya, mate.” Junkrat tossed him a box of tissues from under a pile of detritus.

“Oh, thanks, man.” Lucio shook his head at himself. “Could’ve been a disaster.” 

“Who takes care of the medic when the medic’s feelin’ crook?”

 Lucio pulled a tragic face, but was clearly trying not to grin.  “No one, now that Hana’s away.”

“That ain’t right. Patched me up often enough, right Roadie? Only fair if I do the same. C’mere; sit.” He steered Lucio to the other side of the couch, put a blanket around his shoulders. Then he began to fill, not the kettle for tea, but the coffee pot. Lucio liked coffee. Roadhog didn’t.

 As the coffee brewed, Junkrat asked Lucio about the trip to Busan. 

Lucio made a so-so gesture. “Meeting the parents was okay - they didn’t hate me. Maybe. But Dae-hyun’s another story. I’m surprised he didn’t try to poison my soda.”

“But you’re the dead nicest person I ever met. Can’t imagine you were rude. What’d ya do?”

“He thinks it’s my fault Hana won’t be more than his friend.”

“An’ it ain’t?”

“Nah, she sees him like a brother. Anyway, we’re open. If she wanted to be with him, it’d be fine with me.”

“Huh,” Junkrat made a considering noise and Roadhog caught him looking at Lucio with an unreadable expression. Which was weird - Junkrat usually had the opposite of a poker face. Made playing cards against him profitable.

When Lucio’s voice went hoarse, Junkrat took over the conversation, making his usual terrible jokes. Going into far too much detail about the modification to Torb’s turret he was working on. Nattering. 

And Roadhog realized he was going to sneeze. Hated doing it with the mask; small as the sneezes were, still felt fucking gross. Hated more doing it with an audience. Too many comments over the years about ‘big guy, tiny sneeze’ ha ha ha fucking hilarious. Ducked his head, tried holding his breath and kept it tightly contained to just a shudder.

No one responded. Thank fuck.

Felt odd, though. Unsettled. Maybe he was getting a fever? But he didn’t have that bone deep ache yet. Just felt… not right.

The day wore on. At some point Lucio switched from coffee to orange juice. His voice was barely more than a croak. Junkrat teased him about sounding like a frog and instead of biting his head off, like Roadhog would have - well deserved, in his opinion - Lucio just laughed and pretended to eat a fly. Roadhog rolled his eyes. Immature. Both of them. 

Lucio shivered, just once, and Junkrat dug his own scarf out of another pile of random crap and wrapped it carefully around Lucio’s neck, the orange and yellow stripes shining bright against his dark skin.

“Thanks, man,” Lucio said, sincerely, a flush rising up his neck. Fever? Or something else? He put his hand on Junkrat’s arm, and Rat covered it with his own. Roadhog looked away.

Every single time Lucio sneezed, Junkrat blessed him. And at each blessing, Lucio said thanks. He didn’t get irritated, he didn’t snap or growl. He just kept Junkrat cheerful company, laughing at Rat’s jokes (even, or maybe especially, the terrible ones), making listening noises in response to his endless stories, face nuzzled down in Junkrat’s scarf. 

Finally, Junkrat noticed his head nodding forward, eyes drooping closed. “Why’nt you head to bed, mate? Ain’t gotta keep us entertained.”

Lucio yawned, stretched. “Sorry. Just exhausted suddenly. I was going to stop by the mess hall for some food first, but…” He sneezed suddenly, ducking into the scarf. “Oops! Shit. I’ll wash it before I give it back, I promise.”

“Bless ya. No worries.” Junkrat shrugged. “Saw Mei cooking some of her chicken noodle soup earlier. I’ll bring you a bowl.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Junkrat. If Mercy caught me anywhere near the mess with this cold I wouldn't have to worry about being sick for very long.”

Junkrat mimed a shudder. “Too right. Sheila only looks sweet and innocent.”

“Thanks again.” Lucio tossed a wave over his shoulder as he sauntered out. “See ya, Roadhog.”

Junkrat whistled tunelessly as he cleaned up his workbench. Roadhog struggled against another sneeze. He tried to ignore it, to think of something else, but the tickle was insistent. Fuck it. He ducked his head, sneezed once, then again. Junkrat’s whistle didn’t falter. Was focused, maybe, on what he was doing. Roadhog tried to breathe carefully, but his nose wanted to drip so he sniffed, and then he needed to sneeze again.  An annoying as shit self-perpetuating cycle. 

He glanced around the room for the box of tissues. Apparently Lucio’d taken it with him. Of fucking course. “Junkrat. Gonna head up to my quarters for a bit.” Maybe he’d be focused enough not to ask…

“Ya ain’t hungry? ‘S well past lunch. Don’t think I’ve ever heard ya turn down a meal, ‘specially when Mei’s cooking.”

Roadhog wanted to groan, but kept it to a sigh. “No, yeah. Let’s go.” He was a little hungry. He’d pick up a bowl of soup in the mess hall and when Junkrat made his delivery to Lucio he could slip off. Soup would help, and maybe then he could get sleep. Or at least a little peace and quiet.

Luckily no one was in the mess hall when they stopped by, so it was a shorter trip than if Junkrat’d had someone to talk at. Just filled their bowls and, balancing his own and Lucio’s because sometimes Rat’s mech hand had trouble with the porcelain, followed Rat to Lucio’s quarters. Shit - his nose wanted to drip. Sniffed against it, which triggered an urge to sneeze. With his hands full of soup. Balls. Couldn’t even get Junkrat’s attention, any attempt to talk and he’d lose the tenuous control he clung to. 

A breath, another breath… only a few more steps until he could hand off the bowl… and he realized he wasn’t going to make it. Stopped and braced for it and “Ht’nxxt!  Ngxxt! …. Ht’nxxt!” Let his breath out carefully. It felt like he’d exploded his sinuses, but at least he didn’t spill scalding liquid over his hands. Small mercy. Junkrat was already knocking at Lucio’s door, a rhythmic tapping that wasn’t like his usual fist at Roadhog’s door.

Lucio opened the door and a soft tune wafted out like smoke. He’d clearly been working on some new music. A pair of headphones was around his neck. He’d changed from his travel clothes into a pair of sweatpants, and an oversized sweatshirt with two laughing gingerbread men that said, “Let’s get baked.” 

“Thanks, guys. Appreciate it.” He seemed to notice Roadhog staring and glanced down, then chuckled. “It’s from Hana,” he said, as if that explained everything.  “I’d invite you in, but I’m probably contagious.”

“Ah, no need to sit around all by your lonesome, sick an’ miserable. I never get sick. And Roadie’s already got it. He’s been sneezing all day.” Junkrat waved a hand at Roadhog dismissively. 

“Oh, sorry Roadhog! I didn’t know you were sick.”

“Ain’t nothing,” he mumbled. So Junkrat knew? And hadn’t said anything? Hadn’t even blessed him once? What the hell? 

Lucio stepped back to let them in and, with no idea how to bow out gracefully, Roadhog followed. The room was dark, lit only by a few strings of colorful fairy lights. Lucio’d made himself a nest on the couch, pillows and blankets and his laptop. His sound system sent out a low bass beat, overlaid with electronic melody and a voice that sounded almost like Hana, singing something he couldn't make out. In the corner of the room was an altar with a buddha statue and a candle lit in front. He let Junkrat take the spot next to Lucio on the couch, and sat on an arm chair across from them. It was a surprisingly welcoming space and Roadhog found himself relaxing, almost against his will. 

Junkrat made himself useful, cleaning up the dishes when they’d finished eating. Making sure Lucio was comfortable, that he had a glass of water and tissues in easy reach. When Lucio yawned, Junkrat pulled him close, to lean against his shoulder. He launched into some ridiculous, and likely embellished, story about a heist he’d pulled on the Queen of Junkertown sometime in the years before he and Roadhog started working together. Lucio made impressed noises, egging him on, and each story got less likely than the last. 

And then Lucio turned away from Junkrat, sneezing again. “Hitchoo! I’tchoo! Ugh, excuse me. I’m so gross.” He blew his nose.

“Bless ya. And no ya ain’t. Least ya got a normal sneeze, not like me. I sneeze like a bomb going off.” Junkrat tugged him close again and Lucio relaxed against his side, laughing.

“It’s true, though. An’ apparently size don’t matter in these things ‘cause Roadie sneezes like a kitten.”

Roadhog felt himself going red under the mask. He really, really did not want to be having this conversation. Not with Lucio, and not with the tickle that was building again. “Could you not make fun of me for five fucking minutes? Damn, Junkrat.”

“Don’t be such a touchy bastard. Ya know I don’t mean nothing by it.”

He wanted to keep arguing, to cuss Junkrat out for being such an asshole, especially while he was just as sick as Lucio, but part of him wondered whether he might, actually, be overreacting. Worse, he was pretty sure he was going to sneeze. He raised a wrist to the nose of his mask, like that was somehow going to help, but the tickle was too strong to  be contained. “Huh… chu! Chu! Chu!” Kept his head down when he finished because Junkrat was right, he did sneeze like a fucking kitten and he hated it. Hated that Junkrat teased him about it, hated that Lucio was there to hear it, hated that he hadn’t just gone to his quarters before Lucio ever got back from Busan.

“Bless you, Roadhog,” Lucio said after a couple beats of silence. And that just made it worse. Lucio blessing him, not Junkrat. 

The cold must be fucking him up more than he thought, because everything just felt like shit suddenly. His head hurt and his body hurt and his eyes hurt. He needed to blow his nose but then he’d have to take off his mask and Lucio would see all the fucking scars and he’d ask too many questions because he wouldn’t know not to and what could he possibly say? And Junkrat was ignoring him and paying attention to Lucio and he fucking hated that and he didn’t know why it bothered him so much and he didn’t want it to bother him, but it did, bothered him like a blister his boot kept rubbing over and over. Irritating and painful and it was just one more thing on top of everything and he hated it. Because Junkrat was his friend first. Was his first… but Lucio was so much nicer about everything. So much kinder and softer and not at all an asshole.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and he realized he’d been shaking, just a little. “Ya okay, Hoggie?” Junkrat’s voice was unusually soft, almost gentle.

“Fine,” he said, but the attempted sharpness was blunted with congestion and he coughed. And he didn’t push away Rat’s hand.

“No, ya ain’t.” Junkrat stood between Roadhog and Lucio, and carefully loosened the mask then lifted it away from his face, slow enough to be stopped. Roadhog didn’t. Then, just as carefully, Junkrat took a Kleenex and wiped Roadie’s eyes. Then his nose. Roadhog sighed and rested his forehead on Junkrat’s belly. “Hey, hey. What’s this, then? Thought ya didn’t want any attention when you’re sick.”

“Thought not, too,” he mumbled without moving. 

“Ya jealous.” There was the lilt of laughter in the words.

Roadhog shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Ya are!  Ain’t no reason for it! Might be mean as cat’s piss when yer sick, but it don’t matter. You’re my Hog, an’ that’s the way of it.”

 “But Lucio…”

“Reckon I can take care of ya both. Yeah?”

Roadhog nodded, and when Junkrat stepped aside, Roadhog kept the mask off and Lucio didn’t ask about the scars, or make any comment at all. He just smiled and offered a movie night and that was how they ended up sprawled across Lucio’s bed, Roadhog on one side, Lucio on the other and Junkrat between them, arms around them both. Sometime in the middle of the movie, they dozed off, warm and comfortable.

[dc41896]

In Due Time

Pairing: Steve RogersxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff🥰!

“Y-You’re sure this is right?,” he asks looking over the directions from the small box.

“Yes, I read over it multiple times.”

“And it’s 100% certain?”

“I still have to make an appointment with the doctor to officially confirm it, but from these three positives I think it’s safe to say I’m pregnant.”

Eyes red but bright from excitement, Steve wraps his arms around you deeply kissing your lips. “We’re gonna be parents,” he smiles as you wipe away his tears.

“Yea love, we are.”

Gently rocking you from side to side, he stares down at the three sticks on the marble countertop. While he was excited for this new journey with you, something deep inside him worried about if everything would be okay.

Although he always wanted kids, he was a bit apprehensive now being with the Avengers. Plus having the super soldier serum coursing through him, he wasn’t sure if that could potentially pose any problems to you or the baby. Being pulled from his thoughts, he feels you guiding his chin so he could look into your soft eyes. “Hey what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine just...thinking.”

“Of...?,” you softly giggle messing with his collar. “Come sit.”

Sitting next to you at the foot of the bed, his eyes stay focused on his fidgeting hands slightly worrying you. “Steve if you don’t think you’re ready-,”

“What? No! No angel, I’ve wanted this since forever and I’m definitely ready! It’s just...I really hope our baby takes after you; healthy, beautiful, smart, funny.”

“Aww that’s very sweet, but why just mine? You have plenty of features I’d want them to have.”

“Even if they’re like me pre-serum?,” he sighs, eyes beginning to water again. “I don’t want them to go through everything I did.”

“I wish I could tell you that wouldn’t happen, but we won’t know until the baby’s here. What I can tell you though is that if they are they will still get all the love in the world from both of us and we’ll figure everything out as we get to it.”

Taking his hand, you place it over your abdomen making him smile as he wipes a tear from his cheek. “Everything will be ok.” Bringing you closer to him, he lies back on the bed grazing his fingertips up and down your back as your head lies on his chest hearing his relaxed heartbeat.

“So, how are we gonna tell the team?”

“Who says we have to tell them?”

“We don’t, but I think my absence from the lab and my mid section growing to the size of a watermelon may give it away,” you laugh. “Come on they’re family, we can’t keep this from them.”

“You’re right, we’ll tell them when the time is right. I don’t want this somehow getting to Fury and he ship you guys off somewhere to be tested or something.”

“I think you’re worrying too much love, but ok we’ll tell them later. And then you can meet all your aunts and uncles,” you smile looking down at your stomach and making Steve lightly chuckle before kissing your forehead.

*4 months later*

Putting on his leather jacket, Steve grabs the keys to his motorcycle hurriedly trying to leave the Stark compound after his shorter than usual training session. He was due to meet you at your appointment 10 minutes ago, but trying not to seem too suspicious with his actions, he knew he had to at least stay and train for a while.

Hand on the door, he thought he was in the clear until being caught by Bruce.

“You’re not staying for the meeting with Fury?”

“I can’t today, I have an appointment to get to.”

“Oh, you okay? Do I need to get Tony?,” he asks concerned.

“Yea I’m fine, I just have to meet Sam to talk about some stuff. Fill me in on everything I need from the meeting though.”

“Yea yea of course. Oh, how’s Y/N doing? We haven’t seen her in a while and miss her in the lab.”

“She’s fine, just taking a little vacation time to herself, but I’ll let her know you asked about her. If anyone asks tell them where I went.”

“Okay, will do,” Bruce replies watching him walk out the door to his bike. Making his way to the conference room, he pulls out his phone to see a text from Sam himself.

Sam: Hey I’ll be at the compound in a few minutes

Bruce: How? I thought you were meeting Cap...

Sam: Not that I know of. Unless I forgot...Hold on let me check

“Huh that’s weird.”

“What’s weird?,” Tony asks stopping beside him holding his titanium mug.

“Oh uh Steve said he couldn’t make it to the meeting because he had to meet Sam, yet Sam just texted me saying he was on his way here.”

“Hmm that is weird. You know Rogers has been acting off lately, but I can’t exactly figure it out. We’ll look into it later though, can’t keep Fury waiting or else,” Tony responds miming his neck being sliced as he crosses his eyes making Bruce chuckle while following behind.

———

“Oh good! You’re just in time for the ultrasound Mr. Rogers,” Dr. Schwartz smiles as Steve quietly walks through the door.

“Sorry I’m late, work issues,” he apologetically smiles immediately sitting beside you and holding your hand after pecking your lips.

“It’s okay! You made it which is all that matters.”

Rubbing the cold jelly over your stomach, you slightly wince as a chill comes over your body. “I know it’s cold I’m sorry.”

“You’d think by now they’d have one that’s warm,” you laugh along with the doctor.

“Yea that’s what a lot of my patients say,” she smiles moving the device along your abdomen. “And here are your twins!”

Watching the two tiny bodies on the screen, you feel your heart race as their respective heartbeats fill the room making a bright smile span across your lips. “Wow that’s really them,” you speak just above a whisper as he leans in to kiss your temple.

“Yep and they look healthy, heartbeats sound good, and dad I already know what you’re gonna ask and Baby A seems to have a healthy length and weight while Baby B is a little smaller in comparison. But don’t worry that’s something that can happen with twins seeing that one may get more food than the other.”

“And is there anyway we can tell now if they might have any respiratory issues or if their DNA is altered?,” he asks gently squeezing your hand.

“The best way we can tell is after delivery. As soon as they’re here, we can test them on all of those things and see if we find anything concerning if you both elect to do that,” she answers wiping the gel off your stomach. “But you guys have a while so you don’t have to decide right now. I’m gonna go get these printed off for you so I’ll be back in a moment.”

Leaving you both in the now quiet room, Steve helps you sit up and pull your shirt down over your belly while you raise the band of your pants over the base of your stomach. Vibrating back to back on the chair next to him, he ignores the device and instead whispers to his unborn babies.

“Steve, you might want to see if that’s important.”

“I can get it later, you guys are more important.”

“What if it’s an emergency?” Sighing, he lightly taps under your chin with a smile before picking up his phone and reading through his messages. “Anything happen?”

“No it’s just Tony and Nat asking questions,” he replies putting it back in his pocket.

“I think it might be time to tell them love, I feel like they’re getting suspicious.”

“Mm I don’t know, maybe we should wait longer.”

“Well if you’re phone is gonna be going off like that all day and night I’m sorry but I’d go to the compound and tell them myself just to stop it,” you laugh as he shakes his head.

“Okay, we’ll do it when there’s a bit of down time and not any missions coming up.”

“Deal?,” you ask extending your hand in his direction making him chuckle while joining his hand with yours.

“Deal.”

*5 months later*

“What do you mean you can’t go?!,” Fury sternly asks watching Steve place his shield down and remove his cowl. “What could you possibly have to do that’s more important?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you.”

Scoffing, he turns to look at Tony who just shrugs. “Stark get your Captain please and remind him his job really isn’t up for debate.”

“I probably won’t be any help, but I’ll try,” he replies jogging upstairs to Steve’s room.

“Alright what’s going on Cap? First you were missing meetings and now you’re about to drop a whole mission?”

“Tony I wish I could be there but I can’t.” Pulling his black long sleeve shirt over his head, he grabs his keys off the dresser attempting to step beside his teammate only to be blocked in.

“Cap whatever it is I’m sure it can wait. If I don’t come down these stairs with you in your uniform Fury will kill the both of us and make it look like an unfortunate accident. Do you want that?”

Sighing, Steve manages to slide beside Tony making his way downstairs.

“So your turning your back on the team? Your family?,” Tony calls from the top step making Steve stop in his tracks.

“I’m sorry Tony,” he replies before rushing out the front door just as Vision meets Tony at the bottom of the steps.

“I take it Mr. Rogers still won’t be joining us?”

“No, not this time. But he’s not getting away that easily,” he answers pulling out his smartphone. “Vision I’m gonna need your help.”

———

“Sawyer and Sutton you both are more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined,” Steve smiles holding a baby in each arm. “They look just like you angel.”

“Hmm I don’t know...I see mostly see you,” you answer watching as he gently rocks the sleeping twins.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, you have a few guests here for you,” the nurse politely announces before Tony makes his entrance with Pepper and the rest of the team on his heels.

“I hear congratulations are in order for some lucky parents! We only wish we would’ve known sooner.”

“Y/N wanted to tell you guys earlier, but I told her to wait until I felt the time was right. If you want to be mad at anybody then be mad at me,” he answers placing the boys back in their respective warmed isolettes.

“Cap we’re not mad, just still a little lost on why it took this long,” Natasha adds leaning by the window.

“He thought somehow it’d get back to Fury and we all know how he can get sometimes. Plus we weren’t sure if the serum would potentially affect me or the boys so we wanted all the details first.”

“And did it?,” Bruce asks adjusting his glasses.

“No they’re all fine as of right now, we’ll see if anything happens with the twins though as they get older. How did you guys find out?”

“When you left, Vision and I were able to track you using the cameras throughout the city. We saw you both pull into the hospital and saw a very pregnant Y/N which made everything make sense, also sorry for what I said about turning your back on us. If I would’ve known-,”

“It’s okay, like you said you didn’t know. None of you guys did,” he replies sitting on the bed beside you.

“So can we get an introduction to the newest members of the team? We brought presents!,” Sam smiles as he and others hold up the bags they were holding.

“Of course! On the left we have Sawyer Steven Rogers and on the right is Sutton Grant Rogers,” you smile.

“They’re beautiful,” Wanda gushes with Vision’s arm around her.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell them apart from how identical they are,” Rhodey chuckles along with everyone else.

“At first we were afraid of that too, but once they opened their eyes we found out Sutton has mine and Sawyer has Y/N’s brown ones, which will definitely help.”

As if on cue, Sawyer begins to stir with bright eyes taking in his surroundings as he begins to whine.

“Uh oh sounds like someone’s hungry,” Pepper smiles watching Steve carefully pick him up to give to you.

“He’s not the only one. Hey since we’re out can we get Shawarma? Maybe the tiny person would like some too!,” Thor suggests making you giggle.

“I don’t think that’s what he’s in the mood for but thanks for the offer.”

“Alright lets leave the new parents be. Do you guys want us to pick up anything for you?,” Bucky asks as everyone heads towards the door.

“No we just ate not too long ago, but thanks,” Steve stands to walk them out. Telling the both of you congrats as they walk out, Steve softly closes the door behind them turning to see you feeding Sawyer while humming a lullaby.

“Why’s daddy staring at us huh?,” you smirk at Steve walking over to pick up an awake and cooing Sutton before sitting beside you.

“Because I love the three of you so much and hope you know it.”

“And we love you too,” you softly giggle leaning over to kiss his lips.

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