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twinklelilstarkey · 4 years ago

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congratulations on 200 angel! sending a request for dad!rafe cameron where he is taking care of his little girl for the first time on his own 💕

A/N: Thank you, my love. Hope you like this.

On His Own - Dad!Rafe Cameron

Words: 3k+

Type: Fluffy

Warnings: I don’t believe there’s any swearing. Female!Reader. Mentions of college, and assignments (I really don’t want to awake anyone’s anxiety at their mention). Possible typos, I’m horrible at proofreading. Gamer!Rafe, Gamer!Kelce and Gamer!Topper.

Y/D/N (your daughter’s name)

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

“Babe, please don’t leave me” Rafe whines, stretching his hand your way as you stand by the doorway of the bedroom, backpack over your shoulder.

“Rafe, I can’t skip any more classes and you know that. I really need you to stay with her” You tell him, looking down at your phone in a small panic since you need to start making your way to college in 2 minutes.

“Isn’t there anyone that you could call to help me?”

“I’ve tried every single friend I have, and everyone is doing something today” You say, letting out a sigh as Rafe starts sitting up on the bed with a scowl on his face. You walk over to his side of the bed and press a kiss on to his lips when leaning over, “She’ll be asleep for at least 2 more hours, you have all the time in the world to start making breakfast and take a shower”

You try stepping away from the bed but Rafe stops you.

“But what if she wakes up before the 2 hours?” He asks, grabbing your hand before you could walk away.

“She knows where she can find you. She won’t get lost,” You say with a small teasing smile, “And all her favorite cartoons play in the morning, so you’ll be fine”

Rafe gives you a tight-lipped smile and you give him one back while giving his hand a small squeeze of reassurance.

“Love you” You whisper yell on your way out of the bedroom and Rafe falls back on the bed.

“Love you more” He answers, voice back in his usual sleepy tone and muffled by the covers, making a smile stretch over your lips.

(…)

An hour later, Rafe brings himself up from the bed and drags his heavy feet over to the bathroom to take his morning shower. But before he went to grab his clean clothes from his wardrobe, he quickly wrapped his towel around his hips and ran over to the room down the hall, checking on his sleeping baby.

He walks back to the bedroom once somewhat relieved and starts to put on his clothes, which took less time than he expected.

Y/D/N will sleep until she hears something from the kitchen, or even, smells something, and until then, Rafe knows he’s safe to watch or do anything.

He quickly serves himself a mug of coffee before turning on his laptop, and looks over at the closed cabinets, thinking about what he could make for breakfast.

He doesn’t feel as nervous as he felt when you left the house. He knows that his daughter is way too sleepy and calm in the mornings for him to need any help, but he knows, for sure, that he will need that kind of reassurance once lunch time starts.

You had to go to class today, since you’ve been skipping a lot, and also to work on a group project with some of your classmates. And that meant leaving Rafe all alone with your 8-month-old girl that can quickly become the whiniest, clingy, and hyperactive little girl in the world.

Y/D/N can go from the giggly cute girl to a screaming and crying baby in a matter of 10 minutes and Rafe absolutely hates whenever his little girl cries.

You’re always able to make her calm down, yet Rafe always has a hard time because he never knows what to do.

Rafe pulls out Y/D/N’s breakfast (some sort of paste that he even cringed at the sight of) from the fridge and puts it down on the counter, looking for something else for himself.

Notifications from his laptop start popping up with Discord’s sound and Rafe looks over his shoulder to see the notifications coming from Topper and Kelce. They are overly excited for this morning’s talk, as well as, the whole afternoon that they’ll be spending basically gaming away on their pcs.

“Already?” Rafe questions out loud and looks back at the fridge, pulling out the leftovers from brunch of 2 days ago, “This will do”

The sound of a Discord incoming call sounds through the empty kitchen and Rafe ignores its first tones as he grabs his mug and takes a sip of his warm coffee. He lowers the volume and accepts the call.

“Whadup boys?!” Topper shouts, overly excited, making both Kelce and Rafe cringe slightly at him.

“Why this excitement?” Kelce asks before taking a bite of his avocado toast.

“Do you know for how long I’ve been waiting for all of us to be free and just play for a whole day?”

Rafe chuckles and takes his breakfast over to the table, putting it right next to the laptop.

Topper is quick to start a conversation between the boys, asking Rafe about his test from yesterday, but as well about you and your daughter, in which he got simple and quick answers about your whereabouts.

“I’m going to check on her now”

Rafe, as he said those words, gets up on his feet, taking the last sip of his coffee, and walks over to his little girl’s room.

He opens the door widely, making the morning sunlight shine through the small room, giving Rafe a better field of view.

Once he starts taking a few steps closer to the small bed, he’s met by Y/D/N with closed eyes but with her lips forming a wide smile.

“Look who’s awake” He says with his usual playful tone while leaning closer over the small girl.

He presses a kiss on her chubby cheek, marked by the blankets, and her eyes snap open at the feeling.

“Ready to have breakfast?” He asks, knowing very well that she won’t answer this early in the morning unless it is a babble that makes absolutely no sense.

The little girl’s smile widens as Rafe stretches his arms and pulls her out of her bed, making her wiggle her way closer to the warmth of his chest.

Y/D/N snuggles her face between the crook of Rafe’s neck as he walks over to her small window, in hopes to let some more light and fresh air into the room.

The girl hides from the harsh lighting and Rafe is quick to take her to the bathroom.

Once the girl’s face was washed, diaper was changed and as well as clothes, Rafe takes her to the kitchen quickly, knowing very well how hungry she must be.

As soon as the girl hears Topper’s and Kelce’s voices coming from the kitchen, she lifts her head in hopes to see them at the table, but her eyes only meet a laptop and her dad’s dishes. Which was honestly quite disappointing.

Rafe sits her on her highchair, right at the end of the table he’s sitting and turns his laptop her away, seeing her droopy eyes light up at the sight of her “uncles”, who are mindlessly talking about Kelce’s avocado toast.

“Look who it is!” Topper screams again as his eyes laid upon the baby sitting in front of the computer.

Y/D/N slaps the table in excitement as she hears Topper and her toothless smile makes the boys’ awe at her cuteness.

Rafe smiles down at his baby while petting the top of her head, feeling her soft hair. The girl looks up at her dad once feeling his hand and continues giving out her sweet smile and adoring look.

Rafe walks away from the kid and over to the counter of the kitchen and lets the boys look after her (trusting them and their filters to not say anything inappropriate).

He starts heating up slightly his baby’s food and her giggles start to fill the kitchen as soon as Topper starts to make the silly faces he knows that Y/D/N loves.

Rafe scrapes the food off to Y/D/N’s bowl and grabs her favorite spoon from the drawer, before turning back around to the table. The baby girl’s eyes widen at the sight of the bowl and as soon as it is close enough to her reach, she snatched the spoon off it and started giggling loudly with excitement.

Thankfully both you and Rafe decided to spend some money on those bowls with the suction cups at the bottom off of Amazon, because breakfasts always seem to be way too exciting for your little girl.

Rafe turns his laptop a bit to his side so the guys can, now, see him as well and Topper continues their previous conversation, letting the small girl eat alone in peace.

“I don’t know, dude. That guy has been annoying ever since he and your sister started dating” Topper says out loud as Rafe looks at the mess next to him.

“Wait, we were talking about John B this whole time?” Kelce asks.

“Yeah! He thinks he’s a kook now. All dressed up to events and always on the Cameron’s boat”

As the two men talked, Rafe found a new sort of amusement: his daughter and how happily she’s eating. Since it surely is better than hearing Topper bitch about his sister’s new boyfriend. He doesn’t care what is going back on the island, he moved for a reason. And he does not want to have anything to do with the Outer Banks anymore.

“What about you, Rafe?”

“What?”

“Are you and Y/N going to this year’s Midsummers?” Kelce asks.

“Nah” Rafe says, laying his arm over the back of Y/D/N’s chair.

“Why not?”

“I prefer to stay at home with my girls than go to an event in that island, thank you very much”

As his sarcastic end of his sentence sounded past his lips, Topper was quick to change the theme of conversation, not wanting to go into serious mode this early in the morning.

(…)

“Baby, don’t touch that,” Rafe says while sitting at his desk, muting himself on discord for the possible hundredth time.

Y/D/N looks over her shoulder at her dad and pouts slightly at his warning. She just wants to feel what’s on top of mommy’s bedside table.

The girl sloppily walks away from the table and goes sit back down close to her dad, where her toys are. Rafe’s eyes stay on the little girl as she holds a pout on her lips, visibly upset over being rejected such an exciting experience (feeling and, eventually, letting your alarm clock fall off the table).

“Don’t be sad, princess. I just don’t want you to get hurt” Rafe emphasizes but doesn’t even get a look from the girl.

He looks back at the screen of his gaming computer, still waiting for Topper or Kelce to revive him in-game, and sighs out loud as the two of them hysterically scream, “THERE’S ANOTHER TEAM! ANOTHER TEAM! PUSH BACK! PUSH BAAAAACK”.

“We’ll get you back, Rafe, give us one second,” Kelce says.

“Alright,” He says, unmuting for just that second.

Rafe leans back on his chair, eyes moving from his screen to Y/D/N and he almost freaks out when he notices the trembling of her chin.

“No, no, no, no” He says, taking his headphones off in a quick movement and throwing them to the desk before getting up. Y/D/N lifts her teary eyes over at her dad and stretches her arms up right away.

He picks up the girl from the floor and as soon as she was close enough, she hid her face on his chest as she let out some whiny sounds, close to actual tears and loud sobs.

Rafe takes back his seat at the desk and holds his emotional daughter with one arm as he puts his headphones back on, hearing both Topper and Kelce keep screaming right away.

“Why you crying, baby?” Rafe asks, moving his hand up and down the small girl’s back to comfort her, “There’s no reason to cry”

Those words were enough to worsen the situation. Y/D/N in that same second, stood up on her feet in her dad’s lap, little fists grabbing his shirt tightly and eyes filled with tears.

Probably as her way to show true frustration but failing as she keeps losing her balance.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, helplessly looking at the girl expecting some kind of sign that would show him her reasoning. “Do you really want mamma’s alarm clock?”

The little girl shakes her head violently and falls back onto her dad’s chest, letting a small sob escape her lips.

“Food? Do you want food? Are you hungry?” He asks before starting to move his hand on her back.

No answer, just a louder whine, sounding as she’s getting more frustrated.

“Sleep? Do you want to go to bed?”

Yet another no.

“Rafe, you there?” Topper asks, noticing the silence coming from his (possible) close-to-tilting friend.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m here, just talking to Y/D/N” Rafe answers before muting himself back up.

Rafe looks down at his baby girl once more and she looks absolutely heartbroken.

Over what? He has no idea.

He presses a kiss onto the side of her head and the girl leans in closer once feeling it.

“Do you want me to call mommy?” He asks in a whisper.

Y/D/N lifts her head off Rafe’s shoulder right on that second and she quickly nods, with her pouty lips and red chubby cheeks, wet by her tears.

Rafe takes his phone out of his pocket in a quick movement and unlocks it in record time.

And even though he is being the quickest he could, for the little girl on his lap, it felt like it was taking the whole eternity.

As soon as Rafe starts calling you on facetime, he just starts praying that you’re not in class or occupied with something too important.

He turns the phone to his side on his hands so that only Y/D/N’s face was on the screen and the little girl seems paralyzed with her reflection for a quick second.

Once Rafe hears the sound of you answering the call, he almost gasps and sighs in relief at the same time.

“Oh, hi princess!” You say over the phone as you noticed the sad looking girl on your screen, “What’s wrong? Did daddy do anything bad?”

Rafe stares at the girl silently, watching her eyes lift up with happiness at the sound of your voice and the use of the teasing tone. A babble comes off her mouth, something you’re sure neither you nor Rafe understood, and her eyes start filling up with tears again.

“Oh, baby don’t cry” You say once noticing her small chin quivering.

Rafe decides to change positioning as soon as he notices the girl slightly sliding down his lap, and he positions his phone on the desk, making it stand up by some of your books, and making sure only the small girl and his chest appeared.

The girl turns to follow her mom’s face on Rafe’s phone and sits on his thigh while leaning back onto his chest.

“She said she isn’t hungry or tired” Rafe explains as you continue to look at the screen with a worried expression.

He notices that you must be sitting in a random bench somewhere as you look around you and the phone’s camera tilts a bit to the sky.

“Rafe, MOVE! You can’t be AFK the whole round!” Kelce says loudly, making Rafe take off his headset and setting it down on the desk.

“And I also told her to not touch your bedside table” Rafe continues the explanation while setting a hand at his baby’s stomach so she stops sliding down his thigh, again.

You start to think silently of what would’ve made your baby so upset but you just can’t think of anything.

She isn’t hungry nor tired, she’s getting her dad’s attention and has all her toys.

“Maybe she just misses you” Rafe says, making you snap back to reality.

“But she never is like this when we’re both out and she’s with the babysitter”

Rafe sighs once feeling his small baby grab onto his hand tightly, just like she does with her toys.

“What should I do?” He asks.

“I don’t know,” You start but stop for a few seconds to think, “Honestly, just try to make her watch some videos or one of her favorite shows. Maybe she’s just bored”

You two talk for a bit more before you had to finish the call and run to class, and Y/D/N sat through the whole conversation just watching you and Rafe.

Rafe decided to do as told and go grab your iPad (where every single cartoon episode is saved in) to try and entertain Y/D/N.

And thankfully, as soon as Rafe positioned the iPad on the desk next to his screen with his daughter’s favorite cartoon already playing, a smile spread over the girl’s cheeks and her eyes are no longer holding the sad stare.

Rafe readjusts the kid on his leg so that she can sit more comfortably, and puts his headphones back on, letting one of his ears out so that he can hear anything that Y/D/N says.

“I’m back” Rafe says, unmuting himself, and starts moving in the game again.

(…)

“What about this one?” Rafe asks his daughter and she shakes her head violently, almost choking in her own sob. “Okay…”

Rafe puts the snack back in the cabinet and stretches his hand in to try and look for something else that would satisfy the small girl.

“And this?” He asks, “Do you want waffles?”

The girl stares at him for a second and then nods, a smile growing out of nowhere.

“Can you even eat waffles?”

The girl doesn’t answer back as she grabs her toy from beside her and playfully slams it on the small table attached to the highchair.

Rafe drops the waffles in the toaster and pushes the button down before turning back to the girl.

She looks so carefree that it doesn’t even seem like she was just screaming her lungs out. Her cheeks are still wet with previous tears but the mention of food (and the sight of it) was enough to make her forget about everything.

Both of them patiently wait for the waffles to pop back up from the toaster and as they do, both Rafe and Y/D/N look over at the hallway at the sound of the front door of the apartment open.

That only means one thing…

Their savior (mommy) is home.

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candycityy · 3 years ago

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Ooh rivetra and 20 or 76 (or both if you want to ;)) for the Drabble prompts pleeeease 🧡🖤

Note: I did both because what can I say, I love a challenge, hehehe. I hope you like it!

References this earlier drabble.

(You can also read this on AO3!)

So here's the thing, right. For all his flaws—and he does have flaws, no matter what the fawning masses think—Levi isn't stupid.

Sure, he's not probably not cut out for the rarefied, upper-crust intelligentsia that Erwin Smith moves in. And sure, certain idiots of the variety of Hanji Zoë might swear on their dying breaths that he's all brawn and no brain, et cetera, but the truth is, he's got enough street smarts and common sense that most people conveniently overlook his awful social skills.

And that means that contrary to popular belief, Levi doesn't totally suck at social events. The Sina elite tend to misread his frosty bluntness and lack of etiquette as a refreshing, man-on-the-street brand of humour. Which, well, whatever works, he supposes.

Unfortunately, as a matter of consequence, that means that even with a hyperactive three-year old at home, Erwin had point-blank refused to let him off for this year's Midwinter Ball. He'd given him leave for the past few since Ava was still far too young to be left alone at home, but judging by the commander's expression, he's just about exhausted his excuses.

"You know the state of our finances, Levi," he'd said, cerulean eyes earnest and entreating. "We need every coin we can get. And, well, you're always quite popular at these balls, being humanity's strongest and all—not accounting for taste, of course—"

"Oi!"

The commander'd smirked, but his expression had faded back to solemnity quickly enough. "We need you there, Levi. I won't make it an order, but consider it...a personal request. Please?"

Levi'd grumbled under his breath. "Whatever. I'll go, I'll go, just stop looking at me like that," he'd barked.

Erwin had smiled. "I knew I could count on you, Levi."

Cut to the present. It's just past six o'clock, the winter sky only now beginning to darken into a somewhat forbidding shade of violet-grey. He's already dressed in his standard black suit, pacing back and forth the small living room, his eyes darting to the clock every few seconds.

Petra, who's in the midst of removing the curlers from her hair, shoots him an irritated look. "Would you calm down," she hisses, "you're driving me crazy. And Ava's going to pick up on it too, you know."

They both glance at their daughter, who's serenely colouring in a picture in crayon at the other end of the room. The three-year-old is Petra in miniature, from her wide eyes right down to her peaches-and-cream complexion. With just one exception: her hair is just a touch darker than her mother's: more cinnamon than honey.

Levi runs a hand through his hair. "Why aren't they here yet?" he says, for the third time that night.

"Because we told them to come at half past," Petra replies, with somewhat less patience than she'd ordinarily have. "Now get over here and help me do up my necklace, would you."

The metal is cold to the touch, but Petra just smiles softly as he clasps the necklace behind her neck with deft fingers. "Remember our first Midwinter Ball?" she reminisces. "That was pretty fun, wasn't it?"

"Fun for you, maybe," Levi says drily. "I was busy dragging Auruo off the dance floor after he puked and blacked out, remember?"

She giggles. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that part. But still, that was when we danced together for the first time." They fall into a comfortable, nostalgic silence, and finally, he sighs.

"I still don't like leaving her alone," he mutters.

"It's hardly the first time," Petra says gently.

"I know, but it's the first time we'll be so far from her. And for so long, too—a whole night." His eyes turn contemplative. "Maybe I could just ride back, after the ball—if the weather isn't bad—"

"Don't even think about it," she says sharply. "The roads aren't safe this time of year, especially not so late at night, there's too much ice. We'll be back in the morning, Levi. Don't worry so much."

He snorts. "Easier said than done. Why aren't they here yet?" he asks again. This time, Petra ignores him, instead turning back to the mirror and carefully applying lipstick with a practiced hand.

After the final step—dusting her cheeks with rose-tinted powder—she rises to her feet, doing a slow turn in her gown, a sleek, champagne-coloured affair with a fitted bodice and fluted sleeves, cut out of satin and embellished with tiny buttons down the front. Her delicately curled hair falls in soft waves to her collarbone, just brushing the front of her dress.

"What do you think?" she goes. Oblivious to his sullen silence, she juts out a hip and flutters her lashes at him coquettishly, an action which earns her an eye-roll.

"You're going to make everyone stare," he grumbles. She giggles.

"I have to keep your fangirls away, now don't I?" she teases, with a toss of her head. He's about to issue a retort when a knock comes at the door.

"Right on time, as usual," Petra declares. Levi just scowls.

He'd had been reluctant to get them back after the first disastrous incident, but Petra had insisted that they'd done a good job—"after all, Ava was perfectly fine, wasn't she?" As a result, Eren and Jean have become their go-to babysitters ever since. Levi's loath to admit it, but their daughter has warmed up to them. She's already toddling over to the door with a ready beam on her face, as the boys troop in through the door, faces flushed with the cold.

"Eren nii-chan! Jean nii-chan!" she chirps, plump arms outstretched. "Pick me up, pleaaaase?"

Eren breaks into a grin and obliges. His terror of Levi has subsided somewhat, although he still occasionally trips over his feet whenever he walks past, but he openly adores the toddler. Jean's a bit more reserved, but as Ava begins to babble cheerfully, his expression noticeably softens—even though he claims he's not a fan of babies, Levi suspects that he's secretly just as enamoured with Ava as his comrade is.

Of course, that only makes sense, considering that as far as Levi is concerned, Ava Ackerman is the cutest fucking baby on the planet.

Outside the door, there's the distant sound of approaching hooves pounding against cobblestone. Sensing a farewell, Petra sighs and leans over to give Ava one last hug, as Levi presses a gentle kiss to his daughter's cheek.

"We'll better be off," she says reluctantly. "Boys, thank you so much for taking care of Ava tonight. If anything goes wrong, you know what to do."

All four adults exchange grim, silent glances; they know what's coming next. Levi picks up his coat and shrugs it on. Petra wraps a scarf around her neck.

And with a sigh, they push the door open, and wait.

Three, two—

"Nooooo!"

Ava lets out a ear-splitting shriek, one that seems far too loud to come from such a small baby. Her eyes well up with anxious tears as she comes to the awful realisation that her parents are leaving without her, and she struggles desperately towards them, her face screwed-up and flushed with fury, as Eren doggedly tries to keep her from wriggling out of his arms. Beside him, Jean attempts in vain to ply her with sweets and toys, but she won't be soothed or distracted.

"No, no, no!" Ava wails. Her tiny fists pummel Eren's shoulder, who, to his credit, doesn't flinch, just hefts her up resignedly. "No go, no go! Stay!"

Petra sends him a warning look. And even as every atom of his body rebels against the thought of it...

Levi steps over the threshold, and into the wintry night air.

"Levi," Petra says patiently, "you're fidgeting."

She places a hand on his thigh, which, apparently, he'd been subconsciously jiggling all this while. Calming Ava down had taken about ten whole minutes, but Eren and Jean had finally managed to distract her with a game of hide-and-seek—her new favourite—and they'd quietly snuck onto the carriage before she could realise their trick.

They're barely more than a mile from home, but already being away from Ava feels like a piercing, physical pain in the front of his skull, a palpable anxiety that refuses to fade. Even Petra's presence, usually so comforting, doesn't soothe him in the slightest.

"Sorry," he mutters. "It's just—it's fucking terrifying, being a parent." His wife touches his cheek in silent commiseration, and they both sit in silence.

It's as perfect a night as it could ever be, in all honesty. The moon is full and bright, its silvery light beaming helpfully onto their path. The road is almost deserted this evening—Levi supposes most people would rather be safely tucked in the warmth of their homes, celebrating the holiday season with their own families instead of with dozens of expensively-attired strangers.

Fuck it all. Sensing his blood pressure rising, he takes a deep breath. The air is cool and dry and calming. Turning to stare out at the window, he listens to the rhythmic clickity-clack of the horses' hooves, their huffed pants of exertion, the metallic whine of the wheels—

Levi frowns. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Petra starts to ask, and then stills—this time, she'd heard it too. That high-pitched, bell-like sound, that sounds disturbingly like...

She swallows. "D-did you just make that noise?"

He stares at her drily. "I don't think my vocal chords could physically manage that."

"You don't think..." Her jaw drops, and she almost leaps towards the driver's seat in her urgency, startling the poor old man. "Excuse me! Stop the carriage, please!"

The horses have barely come to a halt when Levi disembarks from the carriage in one swift, fluid movement. He strides towards the back of the carriage, where, he knows, there's a small compartment built in, just large enough for their overnight bags and gear.

As well as—perhaps—a three-year-old toddler, if she were crouching quite close to the floor. Like, for instance, in a game of hide-and-seek.

His expression is grim as he tugs open the lid of the compartment. Behind him, Petra looks frozen, her face a mixture of trepidation and incredulity and just the tiniest hint of amusement.

The lid comes loose. "Daddy!" their irrepressible daughter exclaims, springing out of her crouching position. She giggles again, that familiar high-pitched, bell-like sound almost unnaturally loud in the silence of the night. "Mama! Ava came along!"

For a second, both parents are struck speechless as they stare at their cheerful stowaway in wordless horror.

Finally, Petra opens her mouth to speak.

"You don't say," she deadpans.

By the time they reach Sina, the ball has already started.

Of course, considering how they had to turn back around (much to the chagrin of the carriage-driver), tuck Ava very firmly into bed (it goes easier this time, considering how exhausted she is from the very dramatic game of hide-and-seek), reassure a terrified Eren and Jean that they're not mad (although Levi still isn't sure, to be honest), and allow them to resume sentry duty before leaving, he figures they actually made pretty good time.

Other than the very pointed, self-righteous look the doorman shoots them as they stumble into the hall, they manage to blend into the crowd with relative ease. They quickly touch base with the rest of the squad and collect two well-deserved flutes of wine before searching for Erwin, if only to reassure him that they did, in fact, come.

The commander is, of course, easy enough to spot, what with his stature and all. And although he initially looks mildly disapproving, his expression quickly turns wry once he hears the tale.

"That's quite a story," he says, nodding politely at a passing noblewoman, who blushes alluringly and bats her eyes. "Although, I suppose I should be glad you turned up at all, considering."

Petra giggles. "Touché. Although, maybe next year, we can bring her along. Wouldn't that be adorable?"

"Over my dead body," Levi says flatly. "But maybe next year, you'll let me stay home, Erwin."

The blonde man sighs and casts his eyes skyward. Around them, the party thrums cheerfully, soldiers mingling with nobles, careful words and casual touches exchanged over good dance and better drink. But although the atmosphere is thick with holiday cheer and inebriation, the commander seems wearily immune. "Maybe next year, I'll finally resign."

Levi snorts and lifts his wine-glass. "I'll toast to that."

Drabble challenge!

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melanielocke · 3 years ago

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Lost in the Shadows - Chapter 25

AO3

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 24

Next Chapter: Chapter 26

Uncle Jem had brought several of the Carstairs family’s old notebooks, and the past week they’d spend studying them to see if there was anything interesting. They’d rescued Grace, but no one had been able to find Tatiana since, nor did they know what they were up against exactly and if they could defeat it. Cordelia believed cortana could kill it, but walking in with no plan would just get them all killed.

Thomas felt like they were running out of time. He hadn’t told anyone yet, but he felt tired lately, much more than usual. For Alastair that was normal, he guessed, Alastair was always tired and therefore Thomas had no reason to complain. Still, it was odd and sudden. Then he’d gotten a bit of a headache, and right now he struggled to finish his lunch, which was already much smaller than what he usually ate. He’d eaten much less than he usually did the past days, truth to be told. He just didn’t have the same appetite. He was feeling a little chilly too, but guessed he should just put on a cardigan.

‘Are you alright, Tommy?’ his mother asked. ‘You’ve been eating so little lately.’

‘Just nervous, that’s all,’ Thomas said.

The thing was, Thomas didn’t usually eat less when he was nervous. If anything he ate more, he’d always been a stress eater. Instead he figured he was coming down with something. Someone else might just have said, ‘I think I’m getting sick, I’m going to rest a bit’, but after a childhood of frequent illness and worrying parents Thomas couldn’t get the words over his lips. He’d make sure to rest a bit more, he told himself. But he didn’t want to worry anymore, and he especially didn’t want his parents to start taking care of him like they used to when he was young.

Instead, he returned his attention to Alastair, who had long finished eating and gone outside to read. A ray of sunlight fell on his cheek, illuminating his warm golden brown skin. His eyes were fixated in a journal so old it looked like it might fall apart any moment. Not in Alastair’s careful hands though. He was holding the journal with meticulous care, so no damage would come to it. With his free hand, he pushed a lock of hair behind his ear, but it was not yet long enough to stay there so it fell back in front of his face. Back in school, Alastair would slick his hair back with hair gel, always perfectly in order, not a hair out of place. Thomas, who usually took a comb through his hair and left it at that, had wondered where he found the time. Now it was falling in soft wavy locks over his face. At school Thomas would never have guessed Alastair’s hair was wavy, but it was loose now and Thomas had grown to love gently running his fingers through it. He’d always loved Alastair’s dark hair, he thought. Alastair had shown him a picture from when he’d dyed it blonde, and although that looked alright, Thomas thought his dark hair was much more beautiful.

‘Anything interesting?’ Thomas asked, sitting down on the bench next to Alastair.

A gnome came up to his feet. Thomas and his mother had been feeding them to gain their trust, and not long since the gnomes had learnt that Thomas meant a chance for food. He guessed there were still plenty of cookies he didn’t feel like eating at the moment anyway, but he also wasn’t motivated to go into the kitchen and get anything. Thomas guessed resisting that adorable smile was good practice for when he got pets.

‘Nothing yet,’ Alastair said. ‘But I think I’m getting to the part that described that witch. It might give us some clues about what else Lucie can do.’

‘Have you discussed with Cordelia where you’ll live after the summer?’ Thomas asked.

Alastair had confided in him that even if his mother managed to get back the house and could go and live there, he was considering moving in with uncle Jem for the time being. His father’s house held too many bad memories, and Thomas could understand it would not be good for his recovery to live there again. Alastair had not yet made a decision, but Thomas thought it might be good for him.

‘She has not yet decided what she’ll do,’ Alastair said. ‘She is a bit young to live without her mother after all. Besides, with our mother pregnant it would be better to have someone with her. If she doesn’t get the house back, I presume she would stay with Risa and with me gone there might be enough space for Cordelia as well. But I’m almost nineteen, I figured it might be time to move out. Even if I’m moving in with another relative instead of getting my own place.’

‘That’s just practical, living on your own would be expensive. Besides, Jem won’t be another parent, will he? So you’ll still get to practice your adulting skills in a relatively safe environment. Does Jem live far away from your mother?’

‘Completely different part of London, but still in the city,’ Alastair said. ‘Easy to travel to university from there. It’s a big house, so I’ll really have my own space and get to take care of myself, with Jem still there in case I can’t. I’ve lived there until I was about six. When I was still happy, there are no bad memories tied up to that place. I thought maybe I could be happy again there.’

‘Where does Jem live exactly?’ Thomas asked.

Alastair gently put the notebook away, closing it carefully and putting it down in his lap. He took his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, showing him a screen of google maps with a marker where Jem lived.

‘Oh, that’s not far from where my parents live,’ Thomas said. ‘Only a few stops with the metro. We live close to the station.’

‘I didn’t realize. Well, that’s convenient. Makes it easy to have sleep overs or go out together if we don’t live too far away.’

‘Precisely,’ Thomas said. ‘Would you like to go for a walk when you’re finished here? A short one, I am a little tired. But I’d like some fresh air.’

Alastair carefully bound up his notebook and put it on the table inside with the others, before coming with him.

‘It’s safer to bring Lucie,’ Alastair said. ‘In case we get trapped in between again.’

Alastair had a point, although Thomas would like some time alone with him. He was so busy at work all the time, ever since Jem had arrived he was preoccupied with the journals. Thomas missed their walks.

‘Alright, we’ll walk to uncle Will and aunt Tessa and ask her and Cordelia to come. I’m curious if uncle Gabriel and aunt Cecily are coming this way too. Jem said they were struggling to find a babysitter.’

‘Right, for little Alexander,’ Alastair said.

‘And Christopher,’ Thomas added. ‘My other cousin. He’s almost seven now.’

‘What’s he like?’ Alastair asked.

‘Different from Alexander, that’s for sure,’ Thomas said. ‘Alexander is a menace. Sweet, but fierce and hyperactive and if you don’t watch him for two seconds he’s swinging from the curtains somewhere. Christopher… he’s not as wild. He’s curious and is obsessed with science. He likes to do simple experiments, and we sometimes have to keep him from setting things on fire. I’m not sure he realizes “Don’t try this at home” applies to him as well. Fortunately, putting on a science show on tv usually keeps him from blowing anything up. Usually, my sisters and I babysit them when necessary, but he also adores uncle Henry, who is an inventor.’

It occurred to Thomas that Henry was Charles’ father. Sometimes children did not resemble their parents, he guessed. It had been a bit of a shock for everyone to learn that Charles had been Alastair’s former lover. Even if not everyone knew how awful he’d been to Alastair, they all had pieced together how much older Charles was. His father most of all had been horrified, since he’d known Charles since he was a baby. Thomas suspected he’d go confront Charles himself if Alastair hadn’t asked him not to. He knew Alastair was still ashamed of his past relationship and was still trying to make sense of it all. Thomas was glad he’d found trust in him and his parents, even if Thomas suspected Alastair still kept the worst of it to himself. Who could blame him? He wasn’t sure if Alastair finally believed his parents cared about him now, but at least he seemed to trust them which was a big step for Alastair. His mother had told him about her past and how she’d gotten her scar in an attempt to let him know he could talk about it and she understood.

‘As a child I had a phase where I liked science too,’ Alastair said. ‘I think I often had phases like that with different interests. When Cordelia and I were very young, we both loved architecture and played with all sorts of building toys and legos together. I also really liked math for a while. Then the animals from the forests in Devon. I lived there for a while in a small village. I think that’s when I grew a bit obsessed with hedgehogs.’

‘Christopher has been obsessed with science for some time now,’ Thomas said. ‘But we’ll see how it goes and what he’ll like in the future. He’s being assessed for autism and ADHD. He’s a sweet kid, but he struggles socially. Not a lot of friends unfortunately. I honestly think he prefers my company over his peers.’

‘I know what that’s like,’ Alastair said. ‘To be the child with the weird interests and never fit in with other children.’

‘You lived in Devon for a while. What was it like there?’

‘The scenery was amazing. The forests there are beautiful. The people… not so much, I prefer London.’

‘I lived in the countryside for a couple of years too when I was little, for my health. I think where I lived the people were nicer, more involved than in the city.’

Alastair made a face. ‘Not when you’re foreign and your mother wears a roosari. The people in Devon are mostly white. I don’t think Father really considered that when he moved us there, it was mostly about him. They might be kind if you’re part of their group, but they’re hostile to outsiders. Fortunately, we moved back after a couple of years.’

‘Ah, of course,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m sorry.’ He felt stupid for not considering that earlier.

‘Well, people are racist everywhere. But at least in London there are more people of color and people are at least used to the idea that not everyone’s white.’ My mother still gets dirty stares and comments for her roosari, but she’s not the only one who covers her hair. So while in Devon, I much preferred to spend my time in the woods looking for hedgehogs than with other people. I guess I still do.’

Thomas felt a bit numb in his head, shivering even if it wasn’t cold at all. Perhaps going for a walk wasn’t the best idea, but he wanted to spend some time outside just the same. He should have brought something warm to wear, was all. He wasn’t really sick, it was just not as warm as he’d expected. But Alastair wasn’t shivering at all, he seemed to enjoy the sun on his skin. Thomas did too but it didn’t bring him any warmth.

‘You need to go back for a cardigan?’ Alastair asked. ‘There are goosebumps all over your arms.’

‘Oh. No, I’ll be fine.’

Thomas felt faint in the head and by the time they made it to the Herondale’s house, his vision became a little blurry and he collapsed against the door. He was awfully nauseous yet didn’t feel like he was going to throw up. Alastair noticed his sudden movement and his reflexes were quick. He tried to catch him.

‘Why are you so goddamn heavy, Tom,’ he groaned, trying and failing to stop both of them from crashing into the door.

Leaning against Alastair and the door, Thomas pushed himself upright again, blinking a couple of times until he felt he could stand on his own feet again. Alastair’s soft fingers went from his cheek to his forehead, and Thomas immediately recognized what he was doing. It was the same thing his parents and sisters had done his entire childhood. If they didn’t have a thermometer at hand, they’d feel his forehead, his neck, and determine if he was allowed to go anywhere. Alastair was going to determine he was sick and then all that was left was for everyone to tuck him into bed and start taking care of him. Thomas had hoped to avoid that.

‘You’re burning up,’ Alastair said. ‘You should not be going outside, much less for a walk. Come, we’re here anyway, I’m sure you could use the couch.’

Alastair led him inside, one arm around his waist and the other in his hand, and packed him in blankets on the couch, fetching a thermometer and some paracetamol.

‘Alastair,’ Thomas said, trying to piece together words through the headache and light headedness.

‘Just let me get this,’ Alastair said, pushing the thermometer into Thomas’ ear.

‘Alastair,’ Thomas repeated.

’38,6,’ Alastair said. ‘Tom, you have a serious fever. Why didn’t you say anything? I’ll make you some tea, just relax.’

‘Alastair!’ Thomas yelled, startling the boy.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Please don’t. I can make my own tea, I can take my own temperature,’ Thomas said, trying to calm his breath. ‘I hate it when people take care of me. I told you about my sickness as a child. I don’t want things to be like that again, I don’t want to be taken care of. So please, don’t. Just let me do it.’

Alastair sat down next to him. ‘You were about to walk into the woods with a fever. I’ve seen how stubborn you are.’

‘Yes. I am stubborn. I didn’t realize it would be so bad. But please, let me make these mistakes by myself. I don’t want to be treated like a sick child again.’ Thomas paused, blinking away the tears in his eyes. He didn’t realize this would make him so emotional. ‘I always loved that about you, how you believed I could take anything. How you didn’t treat me as if I was fragile because I was small and used to get sick.’

Alastair sighed. ‘I was an ass to you, Tom. It had nothing to do with respect, or thinking you’re strong.’

‘I know, and it did hurt sometimes. But I loved that you believed I could take it. I knew you didn’t mean any of the things you said, and with me, it was always a bit more light hearted, teasing perhaps.

But you never forced me to go to bed and rest when I did not want it. Matthew grew up around me being sick all the time, and I think he learnt from a young age that I was fragile and to be taken care of. James too. But I never wanted that. I’ll rest, I promise. But I’ll make my own tea, alright?’

‘I’m sorry, Tom. You can make your own tea. Make some for me as well?’

Alastair settled onto the couch while Thomas went into the kitchen to put on the kettle, still wrapped in a blanket. He was too cold to go without it. While waiting for the kettle to boil, Thomas realized Alastair did have a point, he could barely stand upright. Still, he was determined to at least do this. If he wanted anything later, he could always ask Alastair. He picked out a selection of tea bags for Alastair and put in a herbal teabag for his own. Thomas didn’t believe herbal tea cured sickness, but it was worth a shot.

He settled back on the couch, wrapped the blankets back around himself and took two paracetamol, hoping that would at least lower the fever.

‘I really can’t believe you think of my being rude to you as something positive,’ Alastair said. ‘I made fun of your height all the time.’

Thomas shrugged from underneath the blanket. ‘I never minded when you called me pipsqueak or wee little Thomas, or, I don’t know, you had plenty to say.’

Alastair raised an eyebrow. ‘You certainly took your revenge.’

Thomas tried to find a comfortable position on the couch, blankets around him. Alastair did have a point with the paracetamol, and Thomas took two. Hopefully they’d lower his fever.

‘Perhaps I’ll start calling you pipsqueak,’ Thomas said. ‘The name suits you much better now.’

Alastair made an undignified sound. ‘I’m not that short.’

‘You’re plenty shorter than me,’ Thomas said. ‘I always kind of liked it, pipsqueak. It sounded sweet even if you meant it to be hurtful. Sometimes I feel like you never really did a good job at being mean anyway.’

‘I never wanted to hurt anyone,’ Alastair said, ‘and I did have a bit of a weak spot for you then. I can be even worse than what you’ve seen, but I save that for bigots.’

Thomas put his hand on Alastair’s cheek. ‘I always thought you were holding back on being mean, even if you could still be quite vicious. But pipsqueak is mine now.’

Alastair looked mortified. ‘I guess I can’t stop you, can I?’

Thomas lay down on the couch, head on a pillow. Why were all these blankets so small? His feet were still cold and he’d have to find a solution for that. Really, blankets should be made for tall people. Nobody short would complain about having a bit of leftover blanket.

‘It’s concerning, that you’re getting sick after all these years,’ Alastair said softly.

‘It’s nothing,’ Thomas said. ‘Everyone gets a fever every once in a while.’

‘I haven’t had a fever in years. Colds, at times, but rarely a fever,’ Alastair said.

‘You don’t get the flu?’ Thomas asked.

‘Not that I remember,’ Alastair said. ‘But I figured that’s just the age, as a child I would get the occasional fever like all children do, and I imagine I’ll get them again when I’m older.’

Thomas had gotten the flu a couple of time over the past years. Never anything serious or with abnormal frequency, but it had sent the entire family into a panic whenever it happened.

‘Please don’t tell my parents,’ Thomas said. ‘That I’m sick, I mean.’

‘How did you plan to keep it from them?’ Alastair asked.

‘Well, I was hoping I’d be better by the next morning,’ Thomas said. ‘I could sleep over here and then when I’m better pretend nothing happened.’

Alastair was skeptical. ‘I really don’t think you’ll feel better that soon, even if it is a normal flu.’

Lucie and Cordelia entered the room through the garden door, Cordelia turning her sword back into the familiar necklace. ‘Those are a lot of blankets,’ Lucie pointed out. She was right, and Thomas moved them around a bit so at least the biggest blanket would cover his feet, reaching up to his waist.

‘We wanted to revisit the ruins,’ Cordelia said. ‘See if there’s anything else that can give us information on Tatiana or the thief of souls. I was wondering if you would be coming.’

‘Thomas is sick,’ Alastair said.

‘Don’t stay behind on my behalf,’ Thomas said.

Alastair frowned. ‘You sure? I would gladly stay here with you.’

‘I think I’m going to get some sleep anyway,’ Thomas said. ‘Please don’t trouble yourself on my behalf. Go, I’ll still be here when you get back.’

‘Get well soon,’ Lucie said, putting her arms around him briefly. ‘You know how the tv works in case you want to watch a movie.’

‘I’ll be alright, Lu. Good luck with your mission.’

Thomas wanted to believe he had just caught the flu. Bad luck, nothing more. But perhaps that wasn’t the case. Perhaps he wouldn’t get better. Perhaps this meant they were running out of time.

#Thomas Lightwood #Alastair Carstairs #Lucie Herondale #Cordelia Carstairs #Thomastair #Lucelia #fanfiction #the last hours #tlh

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valkyrieofsmut · 4 years ago

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Boys reaction to their S/O sending them a text saying they are a parent now and not responding to text or calls for a bit till they arrive home with a bunch of cat/dog stuff and a cat/dog. Turns out a coworker bought the cat/dog but could no longer/did not want to take care of it anymore and pushed it onto mc. As mc tries to get rid of it they fall in love with it and can’t get rid of it.

"Sooooo... You're a parent, now..." That's what the message said; "you're a parent, now." Nothing else, no explanation, no nothing! What the heck! Who would do something like this?! Only one person the skeleton could think of; (Y/n)... The problem really is... THEY'RE NOT ANSWERING THEIR FUCKING PHONE TO EXPLAIN THIS BULLSHIT!!! What the hell is going on?!

Classic- He's kinda panicking internally. He doesn't know what to do...! He goes to Grillby's and... drinks... When he gets back, he's not tipsy or anything, it was just a couple of drinks to clear his skull, but he can't help feeling like he's going to pass out. He opens the door and sees (Y/n) laying on the couch. Their face appears above the couch and they quickly sit up with a sheepish grin. "H-hi, Sans... Say hello to your son..." An adorable, gangly puppy jumps off the couch and runs to him as (Y/n) starts babbling, "see, my coworker found out they were allergic to dogs, and..." Relief fills him. This will be funny later- key word being "later".

Creampuff- He's very confused. It can't actually be his child; they'd have to do things to make that happen on purpose... Did- did (Y/n) cheat on him?! Was he not fulfilling their needs? (Y/n) gets back from work to him crying. Worry fills them and they rush to him, kneeling down and asking what's wrong as they rub their hands over him to comfort him. Suddenly someone is licking his skull, and he looks up, surprised! And confused... "Uh, so, I'm sorry- just; my coworker's dog had puppies, and we managed to get the other two homes, but we couldn't find one for this little guy, and they couldn't keep him, and I didn't want him to end up at the pound, so..." He's so happy, listening to (Y/n) ramble about how they couldn't think of anything else to do, and he feels a bit silly for even thinking they'd cheat on him, they were obviously too kind and loving for that!

Red- What- what the hell?! Why was (Y/n) not answering any of his calls or texts?! He can't stand it- he has to find them! He shortcuts to their work- they left already. He shortcuts to where they usually stop and pick up a soda or whatever to destress on the way home- not there. He shortcuts back home, pacing the perimeter, until, he finally sees them! He's standing right in front of the car when they park, waiting for some damn answers! Neither says anything as (Y/n) exits the car and goes around to the other side, opening the back door and grabbing something, eyes never leaving his. A young looking dog jumps out of the car, its almost squareish head turning to look at him, ears perking. He glares at the dog suspiciously, and the dog looks up at (Y/n), sensing their nervousness, and checking for clues on if this new person is to be trusted. "Um... So, my coworker's apartment building has a ban on pit bulls, and, they really don't usually do well in shelters and stuff because of the stigma against them- really, you have a lot in common!" "yeah? what's that?" "Pit bulls are assumed to be violent, and aggressive, and ill tempered, but they're really just these big, protective cuddle bugs who are smart, and love their people. Also... I love both of you..." He gives in, though he does try to make it seem like he's putting up a fight.

Edge- Why- why the hell would he get a message like that?! He is irritated (and nervous), waiting for (Y/n) to get back, arms crossed and foot tapping. When the door opens and (Y/n)'s sheepish head pops out from around the doorway, he gives a glare that leaves no room for interpretation of how he's feeling. "Don't be mad..." He lifts a browbone. "AND WHY SHOULD I NOT BE MAD?" "Ok, so my coworker's aunt has health issues, and can't take care of her cat anymore, and it hates my coworker- she said it won't even let her be in the same room with it-" "THAT'S REDICULOUS; AN ANIMAL AS SMALL AS A CAT IS NOT INHERENTLY INTIMIDATING, AND YOU CANNOT LET THE ANIMAL DICTATE YOUR HOUSE." "R-right... Anyway... She brought the cat to work and was trying to get a new home for-" Edge's glare hardens. "But the cat ran! And- and terrorized the whole place, and ran up to the ceiling in the files-!" He's still not saying anything, and (Y/n) gets nervous. "And I was the only one that could get close, and that didn't get hissed at-!" There's a pause as (Y/n) steels their nerves and steps fully into the room, showing a pile of fur in their arms. "And since I was the only one that could be around the cat without getting hurt, they all decided to send it home with me..." Edge eyes the fluffy, unpleasant looking beast in (Y/n)'s arms, glaring at the animal, who glared back, then sat down in his favorite wingback chair. The fluffy monstrosity leaped from (Y/n)'s arms, a little unwieldy, but landing perfectly naturally, and struts up to the chair Edge is sitting in, leaping lightly into his lap and plopping down before unceremoniously sticking a back leg in the air and beginning to clean itself. He is now sitting in a chair, looking intimidating, arms folded, glare set, a large, very fluffy cat sitting on his lap and licking its ass. He thinks that it must look quite comedic, and can tell that (Y/n) is trying their hardest not to laugh. "AT LEAST YOU BROUGHT HOME A CLEAN BEAST." (Y/n) smiles at him and goes to his side, nuzzling his jaw. "Can I bribe you with kisses?" Edge's shoulders straighten. "I SUPPOSE THAT COULD BE ACCEPTABLE."

Blue- He's so worried-! There's no answer when he calls, and he even texted! He's pacing trails into the floor, wearing paths into it... Then he hears (Y/n)'s car and hurries out to it. "WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" A hyperactive puppy climbs over the seats into the front and dashes out through the door, heading straight for him! It's yellowish fur looks very soft as it dances around his legs, yipping and trying to entice play. "WHA- WHO'S THIS?" "Meet... your daughter...!" (Y/n) offers. "YOU- YOU MEAN- THIS LITTLE GIRL IS THE REASON FOR THAT MESSAGE?" "Yeah..." "WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET HER?" "Well... My coworker's dog had puppies, and we were able to get all the others homes, but..." Blue's grinning at them. He loves how sweet they are. "COME ON, (Y/N), LET'S GO PLAY WITH OUR CHILD, THEN!" He runs off and the puppy happily barks and follows.

Stretch- Uh- he's not comfortable with this- this is not cool with him! Where the hell did (Y/n) get a kid?! He's stuffing his face with honey and chocolate covered honeycomb at Muffet's. But... He eventually has to go back. He's sitting on the couch, looking miserable, when (Y/n) gets back. They timidly come into the room, holding a kitten, apologizing for the weird message and explaining that one of the people at work got the kitten for their kid, but found out the kid was allergic- He doesn't trust it... It's something new, and he doesn't like it! (Y/n) feels bad, because he obviously doesn't like the kitten, but they've fallen in love with it, and who else could give it a good home- no one would take it at work, and she didn't want it to end up in a shelter! Stretch tries his normal laying on the couch, and the kitten keeps jumping up in him and cuddling close. It doesn't seem to get the hint of him not liking it... He does find its antics amusing as it has kitten business that it attends to, seeming to consist of running around crazily and jumping on dust particles... He falls asleep on the couch and wakes up to the kitten sleeping on him, looking like there's a huge smile on its face... purring. It becomes the normal position for them, and Stretch won’t let (Y/n) move the kitten off of him. (Y/n) comes home to find that, and is glad that he's finally given the kitten a chance.

Black- He’s a bit paranoid. This is a very strange message- was it a covert message? Was it a warning, was it a code begging for help?! He uses all of his skills to figure out what’s happening, and finds (Y/n) before they can even get home, finding them in the parking lot of their work. “I- I’m sorry, I couldn’t get back on my phone to answer-” Black grabs them close to him, “DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU HAD ME FEARING FOR YOUR LIFE?!” And there’s a growl from behind them. Black pulls back, ready to defend his love- only to see a largish brown and black dog attempting to do the same. He appraises the animal and waits for explanation. “My coworker’s building won’t let them have large dogs, or Dobermans, and everyone is afraid of them, even though it’s stupid- they’re just protective-” Black steps back from (Y/n) and walks closer to the dog, holding out his hand, handling the dog perfectly well, and is petting it after a moment. Ok, yeah, (Y/n) should have seen that coming... all the dogs in the Underground, after all... Black is happy to have this dog in their lives now; one more set of eyes and sharp teeth to protect his family- and the fact that it can intimidate people just by being there is a good thing, too.

Mutt- He is not amused in the least. He uses all of his skills to track down (Y/n), finding them at work, looking frustrated and put upon. He’s probably quite menacing as he strides toward (Y/n), but a fluffy head lifts from the floor next to them before he gets there. The very fluffy and adorable looking dog stands, showing its height and curled tail, staring at him. (Y/n) quickly gestures to the door outside with a nod, and he clenches his jaw in irritation, but shortcuts, waiting for them to meet him. They soon walk out of the building, the dog following without even being on a leash, stopping as they do, and sitting at attention, seeming to be glaring him down. Mutt steps forward, and the dog leaps to all fours, growling at him. (Y/n) tries to calm the dog, Mutt tries to get them away from the danger, the dog tries to get the perceived danger away from (Y/n)... “Mutt! Stop! Pin! Down!” The dog sits again at (Y/n)’s side, still glaring at him and softly growling. “what’s goin’ on,” it’s a demand- something that (Y/n) is not used to hearing from him. “My friend, Mary, she has to move, and Akitas are on the not allowed list, because they can be aggressive, and are very protective of their people- and, since I go over there a bunch, and Pin knows me- well, I’m the only other person that he’ll accept being around, pretty much...” (Y/n) gets down and hugs the dog, petting it, then stands and hugs Mutt, who feels a certain amount of satisfaction when the dog’s fluffy ears focus forward and mouth snaps shut as though asking, “what the hell is this?!” He wraps himself around (Y/n), smirking when the dog just looks irritated, but doesn’t make any moves. After some research into the breed, Mutt thinks this is a great development, appreciating that Pin will protect (Y/n), and perhaps later his brother, at all costs, having read stories of the breed defending their family to the death. He even thinks of maybe breeding him... but gives up on that when he finds out that the dog is fixed. He’s very interested in the breed now, though.

Axe- He is very troubled, trying to remember if they were trying to have a kid... He didn't think so... But he's been wrong about stuff before... ... ... He got lost in his mind... Thoughts of everything are going through his mind... (Y/n) gets home to see him sitting in his chair, lost in space, disassociated, his hand holding on to his eye socket. "Axe, love," they call, wanting to get his attention so to not startle him. He snaps back to and his eyelight settles on them, blank for a moment as everything comes back. They've got a tiny, furry thing held against their chest. "that what your... message was about?" "Um... Yeah... My friend at work volunteers at an animal shelter, and... They didn't think this little one would be adopted... and, of course, no one at work would take it..." They look like they're on the edge of crying, and Axe wants to go give people a good talking to... (Y/n) gets closer, holding the kitten out. One eye is closed while the other is wide open, its tail looks almost half as long as it should be, and one foreleg is missing up to the elbow. He lifted a glare to them, wondering why they brought some broken thing home- wasn't he broken enough- didn't he cause enough problems- wasn't he enough to pity?! (Y/n) sat on his lap, cuddling against him with the kitten held close between them. It looked around, intimidated by all the large, new things, but not acting like it was any different than any other skittish kitten. "Little babe was attacked by a dog, lost half it's tail and a paw- they had to amputate to a better place to avoid more problems and injuries. It already had an infection that took its eye... This little one has already dealt with more than enough in its short life. Of course, no one wants an animal that isn't perfect, so they end up just staying there, until- ... And I couldn't let that happen... Not while I could do something about it..." Axe's glare softened, and he let out a sigh, looking down at the two in is lap. Of course it wasn't pity that had made his sweet (Y/n) bring the kitten home... It was the drive of knowing that it would be able to live a happy life, knowing that it wouldn't be possible in its current situation, and knowing that they could do something about it. What he liked to call their drive of "if you won't fix this bullshit, I will!" He nuzzled against them, a low, raspy purr coming from his chest. "love ya, (y/n)." The answer of "I love you, ya goof" made his smile grow wider. Life was good.

Crooks/Bun- He knows that there has to be some explanation of this, there has to be- because otherwise, (Y/n) would be crazy... and... they’re not... right? No... So when they get home with an old hound dog, he takes a breath, glad that he’d been right. Turns out that someone at work had the old boy in and was trying to get him a home. (Y/n) had fallen in love with him because the dog reminded them of him! Big, liked taking walks and checking things out, pretty blind... Bun likes the dog a lot! He’s a good companion for his walks, and Bun has a lot of empathy when he runs into things. “It Happens To Us All.” He’s also very useful to have around as a hound breed! When Sans wanders off, if he gets lost or not, the dog can track him down with little problem. Also, when Bun feels like he’s been moving too much, and he’s starting to feel pain, the fact that the dog will lay down with him and doesn’t need a lot of running around puts him at ease, like keeping him company is doing something, and not just sitting around doing nothing.

Dusty- He doesn’t know what to think. He goes to (Y/n)’s work and follows them around in the shadows, watching... He’s there a couple of hours before he sees that there’s a cage under (Y/n)’s desk. He can’t quite tell what’s in it, but he knows that he has to be prepared. He goes home and waits, ready for whatever is going to happen. When (Y/n) arrives home, carrying the cage, greeting him with a smile. “Hey, so, look what I got from a coworker...!” He steps closer, wary, seeing a rabbit in some wood shavings. “They had it for their grandkids, but they never really took care of it, so...” Dusty keeps staring at it. “I renamed it Papyrus!” Dust’s eyelights shoot up to them at that. “papyrus?” “Yeah! This is bunny Papyrus... you can litter train rabbits and let them run around, and they are pretty smart and get into some pretty funny hijinks...” (Y/n) named the rabbit Papyrus to hopefully keep him from killing it... Interestingly enough, he stalks the rabbit as something to do. He follows it around from the shadows, and studies how it acts when left to its own devices. Then he starts hiding little treats for it and watches it try to find them. Ghost Paps refers to it as “BUNNY ME.” (This is actually how I got a guinea pig years ago lol)

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downinthedevildom · 5 years ago

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hi, i'm sam, she/her! i'm pansexual, and i'd like a matchup please! i'm an aries chinese-eurasian, 5'3, with glasses, dark eyes & straight dark hair that goes to my collarbone! i'm curvy (or chubby, depending on how you see it)! people have called me kind, soft & cheerful (clumsy too, i keep falling/bumping into stuff, and my legs are usually covered with bruises). i'm pretty introverted, but i become more hyper and talkative around my friends, and we always have fun when we go out!

First things first, you sound like a total delight to be around! 😊 thank you for sending this in!

Now!! I match you with...

I think beel would be so sweet to you,

He thinks you are just swell ☺️

Your a small cuddly ball of energy and this big puppy boy would always be ready to scoop you up into his arm engulfing you in love and affection.

When your hyperactive, talking fast and animated with your body, catch this boy with a stupid sappy smile while watching you.

Of course he’s going to fretting over you, “you fell again didn’t you? You have a new bruise.” Though he won’t make a big vocal deal over your clumsyness he will make sure to keep an eye on you.

If you stumble when your waking around he will be there to catch you by the waist to steady your balance. Taking your hand to guide you along so you can’t walk into anything.

Beel has no issue with you clinging to him, or his brothers for that matter. (I don’t see him as the jealous type) but if someone were to over step and cling to you... boii! They are in trouuubleeee.

You bake. Should I say more?

He will love your baked goods, hovering around you in the kitchen while you work, he can’t wait to have the first taste on any new batch of what ever it is your baking.

Your anxious, stressed, no need to worry. His arms are always open for you, even if he’s eating. He loves how you fit perfectly in his arms and with how adorably short you are, he can rest his chin atop your head.

Your blushing face is adorable, he knows it. Loves how when your talking with him your cheeks will flush a beautiful shade of rose. Sure it will take him a while to notice it’s only a reaction he can pull from you, but when he does he loves it all the more.

You are kind, your smile is so warm, what’s not to love? Beel would be totally smitten for you. Your natural personality draws him in and it would take long for him to crave more of your attention.

(I WAS GOING TO ADD MORE BUT I FIGURED YOU PROBABLY WOULDNT WANT A DAMN NOVEL TO READ 😅)

I hope this is okay for you, and you enjoy!! ~💜

Honorable mention

Mammon! I think you two could be a truly fun pair. Causing trouble in the most silly ways? You clinging to him making this tsundere boy so flustered and blushing? Yes. Cute. X3

#obey me matchups #obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me beelzebub #how to tag? we will never know #matchup by angel💜#H.M by Angel💜#( MATCHUPS . )

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oghoneytryst · 6 years ago

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xx.

where harry hides his true feelings behind a thoughtful birthday card.

a/n: in which I should be working on requests but instead this pops out.

a piece inspired by this post. enjoy!

When y/n spots a sealed pink envelope crammed between the usual bills and coupons hoarding her small mailbox, she is nothing short of bemused. Only during special occasions, such as her birthday or the holidays, is y/n ever lucky enough to be the recipient of a precious Hallmark card. Otherwise, it is expected of her dreary mail to lack such a colorful and ominous surprise as the one currently cradled in her hands.

Her curious eyes do a quick scan over the back of the envelope, and she notices the return address missing from the top left corner. In its space occupies the name MICK GREENBERG written in sloppy capital letters, two kissy x’s residing just beneath it.

Strange, y/n thinks to herself. She doesn’t seem to recall ever meeting a Mick before, much less a Mick Greenberg who evidently fancies sending thoughtful letters rather than halfhearted texts. Perhaps the card is not meant for her after all, given that she also does not recall ever giving her address to a stranger such as Mick.

Y/n considers taking the pretty envelope back down to give to her landlord in case it is meant for somebody else, but laziness makes her decide against it when she reaches the remaining steps to her floor. While attempting to unlock the front door to her apartment, telling herself that she will turn it in first thing in the morning, her soft eyes catch a glimpse of the scribbling done at the center.

It is then that everything begins to make sense.

With a soft sigh escaping her two lips, y/n twists the key in the lock and shuffles inside her living area. The distant sound of nails clattering along the floorboards brings a smile to her face.

“Hey, precious,” she coos to Ruben, the hyperactive border terrier circling around her feet.

Carelessly tossing her bag to the floor, y/n trudges over to the couch, unbothered by the sheds of dog hair littering the cushions. She pats twice on her lap, motioning for her pet to join her as her new discovery burns in the back of her mind.

RUBEN Y/L/N. The envelope is addressed to her dog, who she ever-so-proudly can recall has a birthday coming up in the next few days. She’s certain that Mick Greenberg is also aware of this momentous occasion, but y/n prefers to allude to Harry by his given name than by his songwriting pseudonym.

A laugh escapes her. It’s been almost a year since their unfortunate parting, where both of them had been so desperately in love but neither had been capable of finding time for the other. It was a decision that had been concluded after a countless number of difficult hours-long discussions, but it had been mutual nonetheless. To accept the end of their relationship meant the separated pair had to suffer through their respective painful months of mourning and tears, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t fair to hold onto something that felt so distant and permuted. Y/n is only grateful that no bad blood has surged between them.

That isn’t to say that the two still keep in contact with each other. Y/n hasn’t spoken to Harry since the night before he was to embark on his world tour, wishing him the best of luck and sealing the end of their relationship.

Almost a year later, Harry is sending a birthday card to the rescue dog they had adopted together.

Y/n knows she shouldn’t open it. Nothing beneficial could possibly come from opening the envelope, unless Harry had been considerate enough to get Ruben a gift card to splurge on new toys at the pet store.

It’s worth taking a peak.

Slipping her finger through the small opening at the side of the seal, y/n rips open the flap in an unorderly manner. She takes the short-lived opportunity to play with Ruben, a silly expression painting over her face as she very slowly slides the card out from its paper packaging.

“Wow, lookie here, Ruben,” y/n exclaims, presenting the front of the birthday card to her tail-wagging dog. “It almost looks like you, bubs!”

Ruben barks at the picture of his look-alike printed over the face of the card, except his twin sports a decorative party hat and has confetti all around him.

Without noticing the bulkiness of the card, y/n is surprised when a slightly heavier item falls from the inside. “Sick,” she whispers, grabbing ahold of the glossy gift card that has fallen onto the couch.

She rushes to place the gift card back into the regular card for safekeeping, but pauses when she notices the entire inside marked with a scrawling of continuous ink. Trailing the pads of her finger down the lengthy handwritten note, y/n becomes at war with her mind and her heart about whether or not she should proceed to read it.

“Dammit, Harry,” she seethes, admitting defeat once she sinks deeper into the back of the couch and softly rubs at her dog’s wavy fur. With an attempt to clear her throat, y/n reads: “Dear Ruben...”

I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, but I’m sending you this gift to let you know that I haven’t forgotten about you. I want to write this to wish you a happy birthday! I can’t even imagine how much you must’ve grown since I last saw you, but I know you’re not a pup anymore. I can’t hold you in my single hand anymore, but you’re never too big to hold in my heart.

Please tell your mom not to roll her eyes when she reads that.

Y/n rolls her eyes a second time, only a few sentences into the letter.

I hope this card has gotten to you safely because I don’t know how I would feel if some stranger were to read all of the sweet moments we once shared. To me, they are special, and they should be a secret that only we know. Not because I am afraid to show the world how much I love you, but because there are some things that should only be for us.

So where do I begin, little lad? Should I start with the day your mum and I first fell in love with you at the animal rescue center, that one Tuesday evening? You took a straight wee on me, don’t think I’ve forgotten. I had to throw that sweater away, but you had fit so nicely in the sleeve, so I cut it off and let you nap in it. I know you’ve outgrown it, but I still have it safe with me. Maybe you can sleep with it one day.

I think back to those times when we stayed at home, relaxing on the couch as we stared at the telly. I really enjoyed cuddling with you, bud. You’re very soft and warm and you helped the bad dreams go away. And those times you’d make me laugh, when you gave me a kiss early in the morning before I was on my way to wherever I was off to that day, our silly fights that we always overcame ... I will remember those the most.

Creased lines appear on y/n’s forehead from her incertitude in Harry’s words. Though he is addressing Ruben very clearly in the letter, she has a gut-feeling that he means something else with the recollection of their memories. Perhaps it is because these moments he has shared with Ruben are moments he has also shared with her.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you. I promise, even on the other side of the world, I smile knowing that you are happy and healthy, little lad. Thank you for that. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you, but I know your mum is giving you enough love from the both of us. I miss you. I love you. I hope you have the best birthday. Please continue to look after your mum and care for her. Be there for her like you were for me.

See you when I see you,

Dad xx

Y/n’s voice trails off at the two x’s that match the ones inked on the envelope. There is a silence in the air that follows, one that y/n feels very strangely about. Ruben notices his mother’s uneasy state and jumps up from his spot on the couch. Standing on his hind legs, he leans his front paws against his mother’s arm and sniffles at the stray tears that have absentmindedly fallen.

Y/n lets out a weary laugh, wipes away her tears, and shoves the card back in its pretty pink envelope. “Wow, Ruben. I don’t even get letters that long for my birthday. You must be really special to daddy, huh?”

Scooping the loving dog in her arms, she buries her face in the comforting fur and ponders about the words echoing in her mind.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you.

Later that night, y/n is wrapped up in the sheets of her bed. Ruben snoozes lightly at her side and the night sky ages to an early, early morning; 1:22, to be exact, but y/n has not been able find solace in her sleep.

Instead, she stares at her phone screen, scrunching her face at the one contact she never even thought about deleting.

HARRY : message | call

Her fingertip lingers over the message icon, her teeth nervously gnawing at her lips until tiny bits of skin tear away. She doesn’t know where in the world he is, which continent he could be exploring as she disputes with herself, but she knows that the unsettling feeling in her stomach will not go away until she acknowledges his sweet letter.

So, she takes her chances and composes a text message.

to: HARRY

Ruben says thank you for the card.

Sent. Y/n locks her phone right after, dropping the device on her stomach to palm at her eyes harshly. Is it fair of him to have reached out to her in the manner that he had and pretend as if it were so innocent? She knows that it is not. He must have known how her conscious would eat at her until she had no choice back to reach back.

The faint ding! that resonates from her phone nearly makes y/n choke on the pure air.

from: HARRY

I’m glad to hear that.

Tell Ruben not to go too crazy at the pet store.

Air shoots out from y/n’s nose in the form of a silent makeshift laugh. She smiles at the message and is relieved that she didn’t have to wait hours upon hours for his response.

to: HARRY

ok lol.

The word read followed by the time 2:27 AM instantly appears beneath her minuscule message. She feels her chest tighten. There is something peculiar in knowing that wherever it is Harry may be, she knows that he stares at his phone screen, reading over the same nervous messages as she does.

to: HARRY

Ruben says he misses you.

Sent. The read receipt once again appears below her message. She doesn’t know what she wants to gain from sending such a straightforward message. She doesn’t even know why she advances with the miles-long conversation, but the three dots appearing on the bottom of the screen as an indication of his typing makes her heart drop down to her tummy for the first time in nearly a year.

from: HARRY

I miss you too. xx

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angelstrenchcoat-67 · 6 years ago

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Our Song: XO (By John Meyer)

Pairing: AU Dean x reader, Eventual Cas x reader

Warnings: None… yet.

Series Summary: The Lafitte and the Winchesters have known each other since little kids. As they grew, so did the love between the youngest Lafitte and the oldest Winchester. But not everything is a fairy tale, promises get broken and hearts break. Until a pair of dreamy blue eyes come in the picture.

Author’s Note: This story is co written by the lovely @mypassionsarenysins who has the best ideas ever. Every chapter has a different song as a name.

PART 3

(Not my gif, I got it from @castiels-tight-grip, thank you for blessing us with this amazing gif set)

"Riot, you either calm down or so God help me, I will have you sleep outside, I swear" I glare at the dog as she keeps barking like crazy at the door. "I'm gonna answer the door and you are going to behave, okay?"

She just raises one ear, her head tilting a little to the side as I turn around to reach for the door knob. "You got this, Lafitte" I give myself some encouraging words before opening the main door.

He's standing there as the chilly octuber air pushes his hair back, a beige trench coat covering his blue demin jacket that's tucked into his black jeans. I try to recover myself after checking him out but based on the tiny smirk he has on his face, I'm not doing a good job.

"Hello" Cas is the first one to speak, placing a bouquet of sunflowers in front of me that I didn't realize he was holding. "I brought you these"

"Thank you" I smile as I reach for them, our fingers connecting for a couple of seconds, sending shivers down my spine. "Do you want to come in while I put them in water?"

"Sure" He nods so I stand aside to give him enough space to walk in but when he is at my side, he leans in to press a chast kiss on my cheek. "I forgot to mention how gorgeous you look"

He gives me a quick wink when he notices my blush before turning to a hyperactive Riot. "And who's this pretty gal here?"

"That's Riot" I answer as I walk to the kitchen to look for a pretty container for my flowers. "She is a handful, that's for sure"

"She is gorgeous" Cas grins at me as I walk back into the living room with the flowers in a base. "Are we ready to go now?"

"Yes" I place the base at the center of my coffee table. "We can go know"

Cas follows me as I grab my black coat, also wrapping a burgundy scarf around my neck. "Do you mind if we walk? The weather outside is really nice"

"Not at all" I smile at him as I open the door, making sure that Riot doesn't scape. "There's a café a few blocks away, it's really pretty"

"Sounds great" He walks out as I lock the door behind me, hiding his hands in his pockets.

"Shall we?" I raise my eyebrow and he nods so we start walking towards the sidewalk.

"So, not that I'm complaining but what made you agree on this date?" Cas looks down at a me as we walk next to each other, our arms colliding every once in a while.

"Uh, not gonna lie, I wasn't sure at first" I bite the side of my lip. "But Sam really helped. He is my best friend before anyone else, even Jess, so I tell him everything, well almost everything. I was feeling a little anxious but he told me what I needed to hear, I guess"

*Flashback*

"I don't know what to do" I groan against the pillow as I hide my blushing face in it.

"You want to say yes, Y/N" Sam chuckles, sipping at his whiskey. "If you didn't, you wouldn't be here, you would have said no by now"

"It's not that easy, Sam" I groan, placing the pillow back on the couch.

"Do you like him?" He asks me.

"I-I think so, I mean, I do. Everything it's just so weird" I huff, throwing my head back.

"Then go, see how it goes. It's just a date, if you don't feel comfortable after it, than you don't have to do anything anymore" Sam gives my hand a light squeeze as I look up at him.

“And... mmm... Is that okay with you? I mean, I was dating your brother four months ago" I bite my bottom lip, trying to read Sam's face.

"I just want to see you happy, Y/N. I don't care if it is with Dean or Cas or even single. You deserve every little bit of happiness that comes your way" He reassures me, giving me his classic Sam smile.

*End of flashback*

“So I have to thank Sam” Cas grins as he looks down at our feet.

“I guess” I chuckle. I feel the side of his hand brush against mine as me take a couple of steps down the street. I don’t know if he is doing it un purpose but I can help feeling a little giddy inside, my heart beating faster with every soft touch.

“So, tell me more about the bakery” Cas speaks again, interrupting the silence.

“Oh, yes” I remember I mentioned it at lunch. “It all started as a joke. Jess and I would spent most of our time baking, mostly just for us and Sam and D... And I said that we should open a bakery but we forgot about it until we were talking with Balthazar, a friend of ours, and he said he would invest”

“Hey that’s great” Cas beams, his hand touching mine for longer now. “But what are you going to do with your jobs?”

“We are not gonna quite, we plan on getting like a regular staff and Jess and I will go there whenever we can” I explain. “Balthazar is gonna do most of the managing so we hope it works out”

“I’m sure it will” He smiles at me as we turn around the corner, hands almost touching.

I decide to be a little bold, first interlacing our fingers. Cas almost jumps, looking down at our hands before moving his eyes back to me. I give him a small smile, encouraging him so he takes my hand completely in his.

We keep walking like this until we reach the coffee shop, hand in hand, a few smiles hare and there as we steal glances of each other. There’s a heavy feeling in my stomach, like it’s pushing my insides out, threatening to scape my lips as a giggle.

In the darkest night hour I’ll search through the crowd Your face is all that I see

The rest of the date goes the exact same way, Cas occasionally reaching for my face to give it a soft caress or to tug a hair behind my ear. Cas irradiates a warmth that makes it impossible for me to even try to stay away, it pulls me in a way that engulfs me and I don’t want to fight it. Every time I find those blue eyes, they drown me like an ocean, pulling me deeper into them to the pint where there’s no way I can get out.

He walks me back home, his hand more firm grasping mine. He stops while we are walking under a tree to remove a couple of orange leaves that have tangles in my hair, his strong fingers running down my hair.

“I wish this could’ve last longer” Cas sighs as we stand at my porch.

“I know, I hate my schedule” I groan since today I have the late shift.

“Well, you are helping save lives so that’s good” He points out. “I can’t keep you all to myself, no matter how much I want to”

“We can do this another time” I bite the bottom of my lip, my hands shaking as I reach for his hand.

“Yes, please” He sighs, using his empty hand to reach for my middle. He pulls me closer to him before dropping his forehead to mine. “Can I kiss you?”

I fear that if I speak up, I might make a fool of myself so instead I just nod. He lets go of my hand to reach for my chin, tilting my head a little as he moves his face slowly closer to mine.

And there it is. His lips touch mine in a way that sends shivers down my spine. It’s sweet and soft but the feeling that it gives me is so intense that I have to grab his coat for stability.

You better kiss me Before our time is run out Nobody sees what we see They’re just hopelessly gazing

Cas pulls a away a few seconds later, a big smile taking over his lips. “Thank you for today”

“It was my pleasure, Cas” My voice comes out a little higher than usual.

“And as much as I hate it, I have to leave” He gives me another kiss, this time on the cheek. “Good bye, Y/N”

“Castiel” I beam so he winks at me before turning around to walk to his car.

I don’t know how I managed to open the door with my shaking hands. Before closing the door, I look back at Cas, my cheeks blushing as he keeps his blue eyes on me, a soft smile playing over his lips.

God those eyes.

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"Deaan" Her high pitched voice breaks the deep silence as Dean twirls his rum, the ice clicking against the glass. "Where are you?"

"Right here" He groans, almost wishing he could make her go away with his tone.

"I've been calling you for the last five minutes" Lisa complains as she stands in the middle of the living room. "We need to go buy more baby stuff"

"We spent like a thousand dollars last week, why do you need more?" Dean frowns, bringing up to his lips the remaining liquid.

"This is our first baby together, Dean. We have to spoil him as much as we can" She rolls her eyes before walking over to the empty spot on the couch next to Dean. "C'mon, let's go to bed and I'll make it up to you"

"Not in the mood, Lisa" Dean pushes away her hand that was reaching for his thigh.

"Is this because of that... that whore?" She snarls, her eyes closing on Dean.

Dean head immediately snaps at her direction, jaw tightening as his eyes narrow down at her. "Don't you dare call her that, you hear me?"

"God, you are so stupid. While you try to defend her, she is climbing in that guy's bed" Lisa stares back at Dean, waiting for his reaction.

"What guy?" Dean frowns, his heart pumping blood faster at the idea of Y/N with someone else.

"The one that keeps sending her flowers down at the hospital. What was his name?" Lisa pretends to think for a couple of seconds. "Cas... Oh yeah, Castiel"

"Castiel? Why does that name sound familiar?" Dean mumbles, trying to remember where he heard the name. "Wait, isn't that Sam's co worker?"

"Dont know, don't care" She shrugs before standing up, her hand reaching for her growing belly. "But now you know she is not a saint"

"How do you know about the flowers?" Dean stops her.

"Gossip in the hospital runs fast" She turns around to glare at Dean. "Why do you care so much? I'm your fianceé, Dean, and I'm expecting your baby. You need to worry about us, not about that stupid woman who clearly doesn't care about you anymore"

"I told you to watch your lenguage when you talk about her" Dean yells at her, almost slamming the glass over the coffee table.

"Listen to yourself, Dean" Lisa cries as Dean stands up, reaching for his jacket. "You are defending her over me, the mother of your child! You are not being fair, I deserve to be treated like your priority. But you prefer to get drunk while she is probably rolling over another guy's bed. You are pathetic"

Dean ignores her, pushing past her as he reaches for the door. Pulling on the neck of his leather jacket, he turns to Lisa, who is eyes are focused on his hand on the door. “I’m going out” “Of course you are” She laughs sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Go ahead and drink all the bars in this town, that’s not gonna change anything, Dean” “Don’t wait up” Dean speaks over her voice before disappearing through the door. As he walks to his car, he pulls out his phone, ready to dial a number that he’s been dialing a lot lately. “Hey, can you meet me at the bar?” “Damn, Dean” Benny scoffs. “It’s 6 pm, give your liver a break” “Did you know your sister has a boyfriend?” Dean’s voice comes out hoarse, raw, like it pains him to say that, because it does. “What? Y/N?” Benny frowns as he gets up from the couch, the movie he was watching now clearly forgotten. “I don’t know, do you have any other sister that I don’t know of?” Dean huffs, gripping tight the steering wheel. “No need to get your panties on a twist, Winchester” Benny laughs as he walks to his room, looking for Andrea. “Y/N is with someone else, I have the right to have everything on a twist” Dean groans as he drives through the roads towards the place that has been his home lately, The Roadhouse. "So, did you know?” “No, to be completely honest, she hasn’t been very talkative with me lately" Benny mumbles, remembering the last conversation that she had with his sister which wasn’t very pleasant. "But I don't get you man! If you still care about her and all of this shit, then why did you guys break up?” “It’s complicated” Dean bites the inside of his lips, feeling like a piece of shit for acting like this after everything he did. "So, are you coming?” “You know, Andrea is starting to dislike your calls” Benny jokes, even though he knows that Andrea doesn’t really mind as long as he behaves. "I’ll meet you there” --- There’s a comforting silence as I walk around the house, only Riot’s softs snores as she sleeps in the living room. I find myself smiling everyone in a while without meaning to, and I know it’s because of a certain pair of gorgeous eyes. “What id happening?” I giggle into my hands, the ringing of my phone interrupting me. “Hello?” “Hi Y/N” Cas’s voice sounds smooth as my name rolls of his tongue. “Oh, hey” I bite the bottom of my lip, trying to hold back the grin that was threatening to become even bigger all over my face. "I just wanted to tell you that I got home” Cas is no different, the smile that is playing on his lips is the one of a school boy who just told his crush he liked her. "You could’ve texted that” I giggle, not really complaining that he chose to call. “Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice” Cas admits, sending the butterflies in my stomach in a stampede. “Is this okay?” “Yes” I try to sound as cool as I can but I know the glee is noticeable. "It’s more than okay” “So I can be assured that this is not one sided?” Cas asks teasingly but I can tell that he is actually curious about what my answer is going to be. “I would’t have kissed you if it was” I confess, my cheeks heating up after my boldness. “Don't remind me of that because I’m seconds away from getting in my car so that I can kiss you again” Cas sighs, sending my heartbeat out of control. Is he even human? “I wouldn’t oppose to that” I hide my face in the pillows of the couch, embarrassed by how open I’m being. “Don’t temp me, Sweetheart” Cas laughs, liking my reaction to him. “At what time do you have to be at the hospital?” “At 10pm” I say, looking at the clock as it marks 7:54. “I hate the bight shift I swear” “Maybe you should rest before you go, sleep a couple of ours" Cas suggests. “We can talk another time” “Okay” I agree, already feeling my eyes heavy. “Can I... Can I drive you to work?” Cas asks shyly. “It’s really late, Cas” I twist my bottom lip. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind really” I giggle like a school girl so he laughs along. “But I don’t want you to stay up because of me” “Nonsense” He stops me. “I’ll be there around 9:30. Is that okay?” “Perfect” I hold the phone tighter against my ear. “I’ll see you later then” “See ya” Cas replies and I can even picture him winking at me. I put my phone in my back pocket and before I can wake up Riot, my doorbell rings. I huff a little as I drag my feet to the door, reaching my hand to open the door. “Hey” Jess’s big smile greets me as she stands in front of Sam. “Are we interrupting something?” “She wants to know if Cas is still here” Sam rolls his eyes, laughing when Jess glares at him. “No, he left after the date” I tell them as I open the door enough so they can walk in. “How was it?” Jess asks excitedly as she sits down on a stool near the kitchen counter while Sam immediately looks for Riot who is already running to him. “It was great” I try to keep my lips in a thin line but I fail miserably when Jess wiggles her eyebrows. “Stop it” “Where did you go?” Sam asks as he scratches the back of Riot’s ears. “We went for coffee because I have the night shift and everything. The day looked lovely so we walked and it was really nice” I sit next to Jess, placing my head on her shoulder. “Did you kiss?” Jess giggles as she looks down at me, a spark in her eyes that doesn’t go unnoticed by me. “Jessica” I laugh, my cheeks betraying me. “You are impossible I swear” “I’ll take that as a yes” She beams before standing up. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom?” “Not at all” I shake my head so she walks out of the room towards the bathroom under the stairs. “Hey” Sam calls my attention as he looks down at the hall Jess just walked out of. “I need your help” “What is it?” I frown as Sam looks for something in his back pocket. He pulls out a blue velvet box, revealing a diamond ring. “Holy fuck. Is that what I think it is?” “I know” Sam laughs, putting the box back in his pocket. “I shouldn’t be carrying it around so openly” “Yeah, one would think so” I huff. “So, when are you planing on doing it?” “I was thinking to do it in front of all the family, like have a special moment” He explains. “I want you to help me plan it out, maybe like a dinner or something” “We are gonna need an excuse, tho” I try to think of any festivities that are coming up that might help us. “The closest thing is Thanksgiving and that’s like almost three weeks from now” “Well that would give us enough time to plan something pretty” He points out. “Can I count on you?” “Absolutely” I grin, standing up to wrap Sam in a hug. “I’m so happy for you. I love you” “I love you, too” Sam smiles against my hair as he plants a kiss on my head. “Thank you” A couple of seconds later Jess comes in, completely oblivious about our conversation. “Sam, I forgot I was supposed to send Balthazar some papers that I got from the architect and he needs them asap” “Yeah and I have to sleep at least an hour before Cas comes” I chuckle, walking over to the door. “What?” Jess frowns as I bite my lip, realizing what I just said. “He is driving me to work, no big deal” I shrug, trying to not make it sound like a big deal. “Wear the blue scrub, not the light green one, it looks better” Jess winks at me, causing Sam to roll his eyes. “Okay, Jess” I laugh before hugging her. “See ya” “See ya, love” She squeezes me tight before letting go. “Bye, kiddo” Sam gives me a hug before following his soon-to-be fiancé. --- “Oh fuck” I groan as I burn myself with the curling wand as the doorbell goes off causing Riot to start barking like crazy. “Riot! Stop” I sprint down the stairs, running my hands through my hair to make it more natural. “I’m coming” I yell, almost sure that it’s Cas who’s outside. I open the door, making sure that Riot is not close so that she cannot scape. My brain has not gotten used to how perfect Cas is because as soon as I see him, I feel my breath getting caught in my throat. “Everything okay?” He grins as Riot pushes my legs, trying to get to the door. “You seem put of breath” “Yeah, I’m fine” I try to breath normally, stepping aside so that Cas can walk in, holding onto Riot’s collar. “Riot’s just a handful” “Hi” He ignores me, leaning down to press a kiss on my cheek. “You smell amazing” “Thanks” I blush as he bends down to scratch Riot’s head. “Give me five minutes to finish getting ready” “Sure” He winks at me as Riot throws herself on the floor, taking all of Cas’s attention. That lucky bitch. I run back upstairs, looking for my bag to put in everything I need. After changing into my scrub and brushing my teeth, I join Cas downstairs. “I’m ready” I announce which makes him look up from Riot to me. A look flashes his eyes as he walks over to me, causing my legs to tremble. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to looking at you” Cas brings his hand up to tuck a hair strand behind my ear. “You are so beautiful” “Thank you” I lean in to kiss his cheeks, allowing my lips to lay there for a couple of seconds. “Let’s go, I don’t want you to be late because of me” Cas reaches for my hand and I try to not make a big deal out of it. I close the main door behind me with my free hand as Cas is nowhere close of letting me go. I don’t mind it one bit. We walk to his car hand in hand, his thumb rubbing circles in the back of my hand. He opens the door for me before walking over to his side, a grin on his face that I don’t ignore. “Do you need me to pick you up later?” He asks me as he starts the car, one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other one in the center console. I decide to be a little bold, taking his hand in mine. “It’s okay, I think I can ask Charlie to drop me off” “Are you sure? I don’t mind” Cas looks at me as we reach a red light. “I know you don’t” I smile, leaning over to press a kiss on his shoulder. Y/N, control yourself woman! But I can’t! He is wearing that dark blue t shirt and black jeans and it’s making me feel some type of way. “I let you know if Charlie can’t take me” I wrap myself around his arm, cuddling into him. “What has gotten into you?” Cas gives me a quick glance, smirking down at me. “Oh, sorry” I blush, pulling away a little. “No no, I’m not complaining” He pulls me back closer to him. “I really like it actually” “Okay” I barely speak, trying to control my heart beat. We drive in silence, Cas constantly looking down at me as I hide my face in his neck, blushing when he catches me staring at him. “God, you are cute” Cas grins as he takes a turn, a wide smile on his face. “Why didn’t Sam introduced us sooner?” “I think it’s better like that. The last couple of months haven’t been my best moments” I chuckle, remembering all the days I spent crying my eyes out as I felt Dean’s empty side of the bed. “But it’s getting easier. You make it easier” “I’m glad I can be of service” Cas turns his head slightly to plant a kiss on my forehead. “As much as it pains me to say this, we are here” “I don’t want to go” I groan, sitting up straighter as I finally let go of his arm. “Trust me, I don’t want you to” He brings his hand up to cup my cheek. “Let me know if you need me to come” “You let me know when you get home” I lean into his touch, loosing myself in his eyes. “Thank you” “No problem, Sweetheart” Cas sighs and I can sense the internal fight that’s going on in his mind. “You can kiss me if you want to” I speak, not thinking my words through. But it seems like that was all he needed because soon he is grabbing my chin to pull my lips closer to him. And then there’s that feeling again, when our lips finally meet for one more time. I bring my hand up to grip his arm, trying to pull myself closer to him. His lips are like silk against mine, marking the most sinful yet romantic trace over mine. “Now I definitely don’t want to go” I whisper against his lips as I pull away slightly, keeping our foreheads connected. I use my thumb to touch his lips, smiling when he grabs my hand to kiss the palm. “Go” Cas’s voice is husky as he closes his eyes, giving my nose a kiss. "Before I drive off with you” “It’s not a bad idea” I smirk, placing my arms around his neck. He shakes his head so I plant one last kiss. “Goodbye” “Go kick ass” He winks at me as I open the door, stepping out of the car. “Always” I return the wink with one of my own, obviously not nearly as hot as his. --- “I'm gonna pull the car around" Charlie explains as she looks for the car keys in her bag. "It wont take long"

“Okay” I yawn as I nod, not really paying attention to what he is saying. “I’ll wait right here” Charlie walks away as the soon barely starts to appear in the sky. I check my phone for the hour, the big numbers telling me it’s barely 6 am. As I look up from my phone, a black slick 67 chevy impala that I know by heart pulls up, a pair of green apple eyes behind the wheel. “Fuck me” I groan, turning around slightly to give my back to them. “Babe, remember that we have to go look for crips for our baby” Lisa basically yells as she gets of the car. I want to know which Gods did I piss off to deserve this kind of torture. I keep my eyes ahead, praying that Cas’s car shows up anytime soon. I can feel Dean’s burning gaze on me but I don’t dare to look back. “Oh, hi Y/N” Lisa pretends to not have noticed me until she is close enough. “I almost didn’t recognize you. The night shift is definitely causing some effects on you...” “Don’t you have patients to see, Lisa?” I try to control my voice. “I think that’s more important than whatever is that you’re trying to do here” “Someone’s not in a good mood. One would think that after a date, you’d be in a good” Lisa teases and I can tell Dean is waiting for a reaction from me. “What was the problem? Was he like ugly or what?” “Why do you want to know? Are you planing on sleeping with him, too?” I raise my eyebrow to which she just huffs. “Lisa, just go. I know you are not exactly the best tool in the box but they still need you in there” “Fine, but just because standing up for too long is bad for Dean Jr” She gives me a smirk, trying to drill into my brain that she is pregnant with Dean’s baby. I watch as she walks away before moving my eyes back to Dean, just as he is getting of the Car. “Oh no, Dean. Not now” “Is it true?” He asks me, walking over to me. “You really are seeing someone?” “Well, you started seeing someone even when we were together so I don’t see why this is relevant” I roll my eyes before turning away to keep looking for Charlie. “Please tell me that it’s nothing serious” He pleads, reaching for my arm. “I’m not pregnant like Lisa, if that’s what you’s asking” I pull my arm away from him. “Dean, seriously you need to stop this. You have a pregnant woman who literally was here just a few seconds ago. If you didn’t have respect to me, at least have respect for your baby" "Do you need a ride home? I can take you” Dean offers, reaching for my hand again. “No, thank you" I shake my head but then I remember something. "There's actually something we need to talk about"

"What is it?" Dean's eyes open un with hope ghosting over them. "If you want we can go for a coffee?"

"No, I'll be quick" I shift on my spot, a sudden sadness settling over my heart as I remember when Dean used to pick me up then we would get coffee after making out in the back seat of his car. "Mmm... Did Sam mentioned anything to you? Something about Jess?"

"That he is planning to propose? Yeah, he called me to ask me what I thought" Dean leans back into the hood of the impala, looking up at me. "I told him I wasn't the best when it came to that topic but that he should do whatever made him happy"

"Well, he asked me to help him out and we think it's going to happen over Thanksgiving. We are going to plan a dinner back in Lawrence and it's gonna be a surprise of course" I explain to Dean and I know he is remembering our engagment. "We need to talk about Lisa. Dean, no one, besides me, knows you are having a baby. Hell, no one even knows she exists. We need to come up with a plan to cover this up without looking suspicious, because you are gonna have to take her to that dinner"

"We? Why are you doing this, Y/N? After what I did, you keep trying to help me out and honestly, I deserve whatever comes if they find out" Dean shrugs it off, but I can tell he is scared of his family finding out.

"Because, as much as it pains me to say this, I still care about you Dean. I know how much your family means to you and I don't want to ruin that because of what happened between us" I give him a sympathetic look, hating myself a bit for still being such a softie for him. "Look, just bring her over for thanksgiving, say that she is just 2 months pregnant, instead of four. We'll say that we broke up but that we remained friends and that I introduced her to you and we'll just take it from there"

"I don't think I should take her at all" Dean bites into his lip as Charlie's yellow beattle shows up around the corner.

"Dean, she is pregnant with your baby. Trust me, I hate Lisa and if it was up to me, she'd be gone by now. But that baby inside of her doesn't have to deal with the consequences of your actions, he deserves better than that" I try to reason with him as Charlie pulls up next to us. "I have to go but think about it" I know that what I'm about to do is dirty but it's the only way I know Dean is gonna listen. "For me"

He looks up from his hands to me, tears forming in his eyes. "Okay"

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The Same Old You: Down Memory Lane

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Title: The Same Old You

Chapter 3: Down Memory Lane

Author: Jaroslav Lewis

Fandom: Detective Conan

Pairing: ShinRan with slight KazuHei

Summary: Time has passed for them to believe that they have changed only for them to realize that some things haven't. Some things just don't.

Chapter Summary: Some things left unsaid are spoken when booze comes into action.

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan and any of Gosho Aoyama's characters. I simply borrow them when I'm bored.

Perhaps the hug is able to lead them to a good start.

The ride home is not as awkward as they both thought it could be. It is quieter than their usual interactions back in the day, but the familiarity between them shows to exists and allows them to be more comfortable with each other despite the years of distance and lack of communication.

On their way to the hotel, they sit next to each other on the back seat of the cab. They have the opportunity to do a little bit of catching up. Ran talks about how pursuing law sucked the life out of her and practically made her social life disappear. Shinichi tells her about moving to New York after college in UCLA, the fast-paced life there and the never-ending cases in the NYPD.

They both realize that they have indeed have come a long way and they are happy for each other. There is a fondness between them, they both can't quite explain. But they feel lighter. Almost as if ten years' worth of emotional baggage is flushed down the drain.

They arrive at the hotel shortly. They hardly even notice since they are having a good time. Shinichi pays for the cab despite Ran's insisting of splitting the bill fair and square. He tells her that he has already caused her a lot of trouble and paying for their fare is the least he could do for her.

Ran is silenced but she smiles at his kind gesture. She feels giddy with the mere thought of being with him and him being such a gentleman towards her but she does not admit it, not even to herself.

Shinichi pulls out his luggage from the compartment, making Ran snap out of her thoughts. She approaches to help him but he tells her he's fine. The cab leaves and they both enter the fancy hotel in Nankai that Heiji and Kazuha booked for them for their convenience since it is where the reception will be held.

They ride the elevator to the floor. Ran takes out Shinichi's key card from her satchel bag and hands it over to him, their fingers brush against each other's. They both shiver at the brief contact. Their eyes meet. Shinichi smiles and so does she.

Then the elevator bell rings. The door opens and they snap out of their reverie and gesture to leave the elevator to stroll the floor. Ran accompanies Shinichi to his hotel room, they stop just by his door. Silence fills the air in a deafening manner.

"Well, if you need anything, I'm just right next door with Sonoko and Sera-chan." Ran says, fidgeting awkwardly.

Shinichi nods as he swipes his keycard, opening the door to his hotel room.

Ran turns away to do the same to her hotel room door, just adjacent to his.

"Hey…" Shinichi clears his throat, making her stop on her tracks. She turns towards him again, giving him her full attention. He scratches his head sheepishly.

"I really had a great time today. Thanks for fetching me at the airport when Hattori bailed on me." Shinichi continues. Ran sees sincerity in his eyes. She smiles a bright one, making his heart flutter against his chest.

"Sure. I had a great time too." She tells him. Shinichi feels relieved. He pauses for a moment to steel his nerve, catching his breath and mustering the courage to speak again. Now it is his time to fidget as he places his hands in his pockets.

"You wanna get lunch? Or coffee? My treat. I'll just put my stuff in my room and we'll go…" Shinichi asks. There is a clear hint of nervousness in his tone which Ran takes note of. She is stunned by the sudden invitation. Her mouth runs dry as she is speechless, not knowing how to respond to his offer.

'Is he asking me out on a date?' She gives it a thought. Now an adult, Ran is not as dense as she once was before but she also did not want to jump into conclusions and just assume things.

Shinichi on the other hand is panicking deep inside because of Ran's lack of response. He gives himself a mental kick on the ass once again, thinking that he did a huge mistake of making things awkward for the two of them.

'Smooth move, Sherlock.' He scolds himself.

Then he thinks hard and fast to turn the situation backwards.

"I just really want to say thank you." Shinichi reasons out. "Also, I owe you some sort of long-overdue celebration, right? For when you passed the bar exams and became a successful lawyer that you are now?"

Ran's heart flutters, remembering how back in the day Shinichi always took her out on a not-so date kind of date for her little milestones. But for some reason, she feels a little bit of disappointment kick in, almost as if she wants him to…

But she shrugs such thoughts away, thinking that it would be inappropriate.

"Sure. I'll wait for you here." She responds, putting her keycard back in her satchel. Shinichi opens the door to his hotel and places his luggage inside but just the door next to the cabinet in his room. He only takes his wallet, phone and key card with him as he leaves his room, meeting Ran again by the hallway.

Just as they proceed to leave, Ran's phone vibrates and produces a soft ring. She checks it and finds a message from Kazuha.

Meet us at Midosuji Grand Tower near Shinsaibashi ASAP. We're on our way to Ever After Clothing Shop to pick up the dresses and the tuxedos. Bring Sonoko-chan, Sera-chan and Kudo-kun for the fitting. Thank you!

-Kazuha and Heiji

"I guess lunch will have to hold. Wedding duties." Ran tells Shinichi, showing him Kazuha's text. He nods in response. Ran places her phone in her bag again and takes out her card key to enter her hotel room to wake Sonoko and Sera up.

The boutique is just ten minutes away from their hotel so they all decide to walk. On the way, Sonoko keeps on side eyeing at the former couple giving them suggestive looks. Shinichi is able to keep his cool and the same goes for Ran being able to maintain her composure. But as soon as they reach the destination to meet the betrothed couple at the nearby wedding boutique, the two can't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Kazuha and Heiji are both enthusiastic as they greet them when they enter the shop. Heiji gives Shinichi a good, one-armed brotherly hug.

"Kudo! It's great to see ya'!" Heiji says pulling away with a grin. Shinichi in turn glares at him, not forgetting that his best friend totally bailed on him at the airport earlier.

"Shut up, Hattori." Shinichi responds, half-jokingly. Heiji exaggeratedly places a hand on his chest and acts as if he has been hurt.

"So cold of you man." Heiji says, chuckling. Shinichi smiles and playfully punches him on the shoulder.

Kazuha informs them that the boutique staff are still sorting out the dresses and tuxedos and it may take a while. Soon Sonoko, Sera, Ran and Kazuha separate from Shinichi and Heiji so that they could all go to their respective changing sections.

The girls enter a huge, glamorous walk-in closet filled with ready-to-wear wedding dresses. Ran gasps in awe at the number of intricately designed fabric around her. She sighs a dreamy one and Sonoko does too. Sera sits on the couch with an uninterested look on her face. Kazuha smirks knowingly.

"You guys want to do something to kill time while we're waiting?" Kazuha asks suggestively making both Ran and Sonoko turn to her with big smiles on their faces like they could easily tell what Kazuha's thinking.

"Can we really?" Sonoko asks excitedly, like a child in a toy store. Kazuha chuckles and nods approvingly. Immediately, Sonoko gets all riled up and grabs Ran's wrist and Sera's arm. Ran is startled and Sera whines but gets dragged in anyway.

Kazuha sits on the couch since she already has a dress picked out and altered to her liking. She giggles as she watches her friends while resting for, she has had an exhausting agenda the whole day.

Sonoko hyperactively picks a lot of dresses to try. Ran on the other hand, takes interest in one that immediately catches her eye. While Sera is taking her sweet time looking for a dress that will enhance her figure.

"Can you guys help me find a dress that will actually make my boobs look like they exist?" Sera pleads desperately making the other girls giggle. Ran and Sonoko immediately rush to her aid until they find a suiting dress for her to wear.

It takes them a few minutes to change into their chosen dresses to try. Soon, they all come out of their respective changing rooms. Kazuha applauds them supportively, thinking that they all looked beautiful in their dresses but she also notes that there is one of them that totally stood out.

Shinichi looks at himself in the mirror, inspecting the fit of his get-up. He is wearing a white button up shirt, with grey formal vest, blazer and pants. Wrapped around his neck is a mint green bowtie. Heiji gives him a two-thumbs up as a compliment. Shinichi smirks, liking the fit of his clothes. He is about to change back into his normal clothes when a giddy squeal catches their attention.

They recognize Kazuha's voice. It makes them come out of the men's walk-in closet to come and rush to where girls are, slightly considering that some murder has occurred but they also take note of how happy the squeal sounded like so it may not be the reason.

"Oi! Why are you girls so loud huh?" Heiji asks entering with Shinichi finding the ladies gushing over wedding dresses. They take note of the bridesmaids trying on some.

"Makoto better see me in this!" Sonoko says, lifting her phone to take a selfie. Sera offers to take a full body photo of her and she poses.

Shinichi chuckles upon observing the two bridesmaids. He expects Sonoko to try a dress on, but he found it very out of character for Sera to put on one too. His soft laughter soon fades into silence as soon as his gaze meets a lovely sight before him.

The world seems to stop before him as he is mesmerized by her presence. Her beautiful form is wrapped in a lace-embellished, A-line wedding dress. He marvels in the sight of her in a dress so elegant that it made her look like a goddess, not that she doesn't already. The dress hugs her curves perfectly, not to mention that the v-neckline is cut quite deeply showing a teasing glimpse of her décolletage area. Shinichi's mouth runs dry and he unconsciously gulps, feeling an immense thirst for her. Suddenly she is all he could see. Fantasies from when he was seventeen years old come rushing back to him. He remembers imagining Ran in a wedding dress and how it has always been a sight he'd want to see. She always looked beautiful whenever he thinks about her, but seeing her right then and there before him, he realizes beautiful is such an understatement.

Shinichi swears he'd marry her in a heartbeat…

If only he could.

Ran blushes a deep shade of crimson as her eyes meet with his. Shinichi's stare is so intense that she swears he could melt her into a puddle. Unknown to Shinichi, she is also silently admiring how godly he looks in his tux. He always did look good in such clothes. Ran often saw him in them. She always thought that he looked like a modern-day prince and even more so now that his features are more mature and more refined.

"Ah. Nee-chan, a groom is all you're missing." Heiji comments with a wide grin on his face, making Ran snap out of her reverie. She blushes when he mischievously turns to Kudo with a knowing look on his face. "Ain't that right, Kudo?

Shinichi nods, still in a daze as his eyes stay glued to her. It takes a while for him to notice that his best friend is teasing him. He turns away to hide his blushing face, thinking to himself,

'Yeah. Some lucky guy he's gonna be…'

With only two days left until the wedding, the best man and maid of honor are left doing last-minute errands for the upcoming bachelor and bachelorette parties for the groom and the bride. The pressure is on for both Shinichi and Ran. It seizes to be their most important task yet, other than making sure that Heiji and Kazuha wouldn't go groom-zilla and bride-zilla days before and on the wedding day itself.

They sit across each other in a restaurant in Nankai. After working on the necessary preparations, they decide to get lunch while going through the important details for the upcoming parties.

"What's Kazuha-chan's take on hiring strippers for Hattori?" Shinichi asks making Ran jolt from her seat and kick his leg from under the table. He flinches at the violent reaction.

"If you are getting them to separate before they even get married then by all means…" Ran comments in a sarcastic manner.

"Jeez. I just asked. Just trying to make sure all things are fair since you might hire male strippers for the bride." Shinichi teases.

"Like I would ever do that!" Ran retorts, her face turning crimson red in embarrassment.

"Maybe you won't but Sonoko would." Shinichi reasons out, chuckling before he takes a sip of his black coffee.

"Not on my watch. Besides, shouldn't you keep tabs on Hattori-kun's other friends. They might be on to something." Ran counters, taking a sip of her own. Shinichi takes note of how back in the day she used to like her coffee with lots of cream and sugar but now it is just different. Ran takes notice of Shinichi's curious stare. She doesn't need to ask what he is thinking. She gulps down the bitter taste of the warm coffee and sets her cup aside just a few seconds after he does to his own.

"Law school made me switch to black." She tells him. He is impressed by her ability to read him. "The creaminess and sweetness just don't work anymore, you know? The bitterness helps me stay awake…"

He wonders if she is still talking about the coffee. Silence lingers between the two of them. It takes a while for Shinichi to speak.

"Seems like there are a lot of new things about you now…"

'New things I now don't know of…'

"Not as new as New York though…" Ran comments winking and lifting her cup of coffee up, gesturing for a toast which he grants as he lifts his own to clink against hers. He gives her a half-hearted smile.

"How long 'til you go back?" She asks. She feels a lingering pain in her heart as she waits for an answer from him. He thinks hard as if counting the days in his head.

"About four days. Two days after Hattori and Kazuha-chan's wedding." He answers with a heavy heart. He notices how her expression softens, almost like she suddenly seems lonely about it, about him going away again. As stupid as it may seem, he feels hopeful and waits to hear it from her lips, wishing that this time, she'd ask him to stay but instead she just nods.

"I see…" She reacts, her voice fading into silence as she looks away from him before taking a small bite out of her Grilled Bacon Tomato and Cheddar Panini sandwich. Shinichi says nothing in return hiding the clear disappointment that he feels and taking it on his Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich, biting on to it so hard.

She waits for him to say a word, but he doesn't and instead he just eats to his heart's content. Silence continues to fill the air until a phone ring startles them. Shinichi jerks back in response recognizing the ring tone and feeling his phone vibrate from his pocket. He takes his mobile out of the left pocket of his jeans and finds Jess's name on the screen requesting to video chat.

He answers the call with curiosity and wonders if she needs help on a certain case.

"Hey, Jess. What's up?" He answers in English, startling Ran with how his Asian accent is almost gone as he speaks. "Any case you want me to look in to?"

She realizes that the amount of time he spent in the foreign country has already allowed him to adapt well into speaking the language so fluently. Then it makes her think about how much of his life he has already spent there. Suddenly, it all sinks in to her, how different this Shinichi is before her and how far he has already spread his wings that maybe, his heart doesn't even have much space for Japan anymore. Because otherwise, why would it take so long for him to come back?

She watches him holding his phone in front, talking to someone whom she assumes is from New York, video chatting with him. She could not help but eavesdrop. It is shameful for her but what could she do with him just sitting in front of her as he talks. She also takes notice of the voice of whom he is talking to, she notes that it is a woman. She can't help but wonder about who she may be and what her relationship is with him?

Unlike him, she isn't as fluent with the language but she understands it pretty well and she knows how to speak it, given that she attentively pays attention in their English language class when she was a student.

"Come on, Jess. What the hell do you want?" Shinichi asks chuckling, his tone sounds playful almost like he is flirting with her. Ran couldn't help but be intrigued.

"I just want those weird-flavored KitKats you have there that we don't have here." The caller answers. "Oh and matcha-flavored Pocky please!"

"Damn. You called for just that? Tsk." Shinichi rolls his eyes. "Alright. I have to go, I'm having lunch with someone."

Ran notes that he just referred to her as merely someone. She wonders if he doesn't want to elaborate because he might make the other person upset that he is having lunch with his ex. And there she was, having such envious thoughts about them. She feels guilty and pathetic because at the back of her head she knows she has no right to feel such way.

"Why are you in a hurry? Are you having lunch date with a girl?" Jess teases, making Shinichi blush. Ran who hears it also does.

"Yes I am. So, can you please just go?" Shinichi snaps, clearly annoyed. He turns half of his body around to change the angle of the camera and show Jess a glimpse of Ran who is sitting right in front of him eating lunch. Ran's focus immediately turns onto the woman in the screen. She had brown hair and brown eyes. She is very pretty that it makes her feel so small but more than anything, Ran suddenly becomes alarmed by Shinichi's words. She worries that the girl might misunderstand so she leans forward to reach him and tap him warningly on the shoulder.

"It's not like that…" Ran squeaks shyly in English as well, her adorable accent peaking through as she speaks. Jess on the other hand, smiles at her through the camera.

"Hi there! I'm Jess! You must be Ran! Kudo has told me some stuff about you!" Jess greets cheerfully. Ran is stunned. Shinichi's eyes widen in shock and gives Jess a warning look.

"Kudo has told me some stuff about you." Jess' words ring in Ran's ears repeatedly.

'What kind of stuff?' Ran thinks to herself but does not ask.

"Well, we're going now, Jess. See you in 4 days. Bye!" Shinichi dismisses swiftly and hangs up, afraid that his colleague would continue spilling more of his secrets.

He lets out a sigh of relief once the call has been ended and then quickly shoves his phone back inside his pocket, turning back to Ran who is finishing off her Panini bread with furrowed eyebrows as if her mind is off elsewhere.

"Well that was Jess. My colleague." He explains defensively, giving her a sheepish grin. He also scratches the back of his head in an awkward manner. Ran watches his rattled demeanor with eyes bearing on to him like lasers. "We're just friends."

"Shinichi, you don't have to explain anything to me." Ran says shutting him up with an obvious point. "And you didn't have to tell her that you and I are having a lunch date together, she might get a different idea."

Shinichi mutters an apology and then shuts up, looking down at his food, finishing it up without enthusiasm as he suddenly feels his appetite faltering along with his dignity.

The men's merriment begins in a reserved resto bar in Shinsaibashi courtesy of Shinichi. He stands by Heiji who entertains his guests, friends of all sorts: some he met in high school, in college and even police officers that both he and Shinichi know of. They all dine and have wine, talking about all good times with Heiji and how now he is moving forward with his life and finally settling down.

His high school friends even joke around, saying that though Heiji and Kazuha had always been an item in the campus, they never expected their relationship to go so far considering their numerous heated arguments.

"Arguing brings spice to our relationship!" Heiji says jokingly before he chugs his bottle of beer. Shinichi laughs half-heartedly, thinking whether or not he and Ran didn't argue enough to finish strong just like Heiji and Kazuha.

The ladies nearby start the night in a very mellow mood, getting to know each other and talking about Kazuha and Heiji over wine and cheese. The guests ask Kazuha about how Heiji proposed to her and although Ran has heard the story a dozen times she still listens with a smile.

Kazuha tells everyone of how Heiji took her to the Umeda Sky Building and asked for her hand in marriage in the cheesiest way possible. The guests gush and Ran's head drifts to an old memory of when Shinichi took her to the Beika Central Tower on what was actually a date but back then she was too dense to even notice that it was. The thought sends butterflies in her stomach and makes her smile as she remembers how fidgety he was when he attempted to confess to her. Then when they started dating her revealed to her that he brought her there because it is a special place for him because it is where his dad proposed to his mom.

Since then she always thought of him as a romantic and up to now, she still does even if he continues to deny so. She wonders how things could have gone if their relationship lasted long enough to merit a marriage proposal but she shrugs the thought away, thinking that it is inappropriate for her to even wonder about the past, about the what ifs.

Then she thinks about how Shinichi would propose to someone else, to some lucky girl who would actually be a million times better and deserving than she is. She pictures Jess and Shinichi together. In her head she admits that they'd make a great couple but her heart aches at the thought.

As the night passes, they play all sorts of drinking games, they consume more alcohol and the partying grows wilder everyone is having fun and starting to feel tipsy. Soon the guests become mindful of the time and of their alcohol intake since tomorrow is gonna be a big day and they don't want things to go ugly because of their hangover, they bid the bride goodbye and give her their best wishes, leaving Ran, Sonoko, Sera and Kazuha herself at the bar to tidy up.

"I wonder how Heiji and Kudo-kun are doing." Kazuha says curiously as she takes down some decorations that Ran set up for her to place it in a big paper bag.

Ran's expression shifts into a conscious one as ears perk up at the mention of Shinichi's name. Sera takes notice of her behavior and smirks.

"Speaking of Kudo, care to tell us what's going on between you two, ne Ran-chan." Sera says teasingly making Ran blush a thousand shades of red than when she already is because of the alcohol in her system.

"Cut it out you guys. We're good friends. Obviously." Ran dismissing the topic in a very defensive manner.

"You sure there isn't anything brewing in there? Some old feelings resurfacing, perhaps?" Sonoko asks with a Cheshire cat grin.

Ran is unable to speak as Kazuha joins in with the teasing as well.

"There's still something there, obviously. Not just with you, but with him as well. Did you see the way he looked at you when you tried on the wedding dress? He looked like he'd want to marry you in it!" Kazuha comments. For a brief moment, an image pops into Ran's head, her walking down the aisle and Shinichi waiting for her at the end of it wearing a fine tux. She shakes her head, concluding that the alcohol is definitely messing with her head.

"More like he'd want to strip you off of it. Sexual tension was so real!" Sonoko points out bluntly. Ran feels her face heat up even more. She glares at Sonoko and scolds her for being so vulgar.

Heiji's peers have already gone home, leaving him and Shinichi drinking the last of their beers together.

"Now that we're alone… What are your plans with Nee-chan?" Heiji asks curiously before bringing the bottle to his lips, taking a swig. Shinichi shakes his head, staring into a blank space as he drinks from his own bottle.

"Nothing. What is there to even do?" Shinichi sighs. "It has been a decade. It's time we moved on and she's clearly better off with someone else…"

"What about you?" Heiji asks, raising an eyebrow at his friend who looks at him questioningly as a response. "Not gonna lie to ya' Kudo. There's no better than Neechan, not for you…"

Shinichi chuckles dejectedly as he stares at his bottle, avoiding Heiji's concerned gaze. He holds onto it but he does not drink, thinking that he already had too much. Instead, his grip tightens in restraint, trying to hold back certain thoughts but he fails in doing so.

"You're right…" He finally admits, nodding as he turns to Heiji with a sad look on his face as if accepting defeat. "No one would ever be…"

He earns a hard pat on the shoulder from Heiji and he flinches at the impact.

"Come with me." Heiji says standing from his seat and grabbing his coat. Shinichi looks at him with a confused expression but he stands as well, leaving his bottle on the counter.

"What?" He asks, unable to comprehend what his best friend is about to do.

"Party's not over." Heiji answers briefly. Shinichi''s confused expression remains. He wonders if Heiji's statement is incomprehensible or if the alcohol has already messed with his brain completely. He pauses before he comes up with a reply.

"Hattori, your wedding day is tomorrow. Shouldn't you be getting, I don't know… A beauty rest by now?" He asks whiningly making Heiji roll his eyes in frustration.

"This won't take a while. Just think of this as your wedding present for me and Kazuha." Heiji grins a mischievous one, making Shinichi gulp.

Shinichi knows Heiji is on to something and he knows he isn't gonna like what he has in mind.

They play beer pong in Heiji and Kazuha's apartment. Turns out the couple planned an after party for their closest friends, to celebrate their last night hanging out with them as a non-married couple.

It is East fighting against West, Shinichi and Ran, against Heiji and Kazuha with the game being facilitated by Sonoko and Sera who watch intensely since both teams have tied, one cup against one cup.

It is Shinichi's turn to shoot the ball. He folds his sleeves up to get better aim. He keeps his eyes on Heiji's last cup. His sight is being blurry almost like he is seeing two cups in front of him. He easily concludes that he has already had too much to drink. He curses under his breath as he looks at Heiji who smirks at him intimidatingly. Shinichi swears that the couple is definitely doing him and Ran dirty.

They are clearly on to something he just can't put his finger on yet.

Right next to Shinichi is Ran, cheering him on and praying to whoever the beer pong gods are, hoping they'd win because she knows that if they'd lose, Heiji and Kazuha are definitely going to have something in store for the two of them.

Shinichi waits for his vision to steady and then he takes the shot. He watches in anticipation as the ball flies in the air and descends down to Heiji and Kazuha's side of the table.'

'Come on!' He silently prays as the ball drops.

Then it misses by an inch. Shinichi curses. Kazuha cheers as Heiji gets ready to throw the ball onto Shinichi and Ran's last cup. He does it without much hesitation. Shinichi's eyes follow the ball as it floats in the air and then goes down…

Until it shoots right inside his cup.

Heiji and Kazuha high-five each other while Shinichi and Ran stare at the cup in terror, waiting for the winning couple to give them the consequence for their loss.

Shinichi curses under his breath as he takes the ball out of the cup to drink chug down the beer. There is no way he is making Ran drink more.

'Damn that Hattori. He knows my alcohol tolerance isn't up to par with his.'

"All right we have a clear winner!" Sonoko cheers, clapping her hands together. "Which means, it's time for Shinichi and Ran's consequence!"

Sonoko giggles playfully as she sets up the table, placing a deck of cards, shot glasses, a bottle of Paikaru and orange juice for a chaser. Shinichi frowns as he sits in front of Ran who has a worried expression on her face. Sera stands next to Sonoko ready to explain the mechanics.

"So here's what's gonna happen." She begins. "Because you guys lost, you are gonna play truth or drink. From this deck of cards you guys will take turns in picking until you've each picked four cards. Each card contains a question for your partner who has to answer otherwise, will have to take a shot to get out of answering the question."

"Also, you guys are not allowed to lie. We'll know if you're not telling the truth…" Heiji warns.

Shinichi and Ran both nod.

"Alright, let's just get this over with…" Shinichi says, his mind spinning from exhaustion and of tipsiness.

"So, who goes first?" Sonoko asks.

"Ladies first…" Shinichi says with a smirk as he looks at Ran and silently drowns himself at the adorable sight of her, pouting as she sulks. He unconsciously bites his lips at the sight of her pinkish lips and cheeks which are crimson due to her alcohol intake.

Ran reaches for a card on the table with nibble fingers. She lets out a deep sigh, calming her nerves as she focuses her eyes on the text of her chosen card. Her face heats up even more as she reads the text with her eyes first.

She looks at Shinichi who is watching her with much patience. She maintains her composure despite how her palms are sweating due to anxiety. Suddenly she feels the need to drink to calm herself down.

"What do my lips taste like?" She asks him in a tone that almost sounded like a shy little squeak. Shinichi couldn't help but smile as he marvels at her adorable presence, thinking to himself how unfair it is for a woman like her to look so adorable and sexy at the same time.

He thinks hard about his answer and opens a trunk of old memories in his head, waking his sleeping senses, reminiscing all those times he tasted her lips when he kissed her hard, back when they were in high school. They rarely displayed their affection publicly. The most intimate that other people have seen of them was holding hands or hugging, a kiss on the cheek at the most. But when they were alone, they were pretty intimate but of course, they never went far beyond making out. They were too young then and they weren't ready.

Suddenly Shinichi feels a deep sense of longing. His eyes dart on Ran's luscious lips and he gulps down his saliva in thirst, craving to have another taste of her.

Then he remembers where they are and he remembers her question. He blinks back and shakes his head, to wake himself up from his reverie, thinking to himself how dangerous the effect alcohol has on him.

"They taste like strawberries…" He answers. Ran feels her heart beat against her chest so rapidly.

"Well this should be interesting…" Heiji comments, chuckling. Kazuha snickers. Sonoko and Sera have curious grins on their faces.

"You always used those flavored lip gloss things…" He says, laughing and Ran does too, remembering how great it was to be young and exploring the wonders of life, using cheap teens' make up and kissing a guy that all the girls' in Teitan High had a huge crush on. She also can't help but feel touched with how Shinichi remembers such little details about her.

She wonders if it's a detective thing.

'Guess it still pays to love a deduction nut. Despite everything…' She thinks to herself.

It is Shinichi's turn this time. So, he reaches for a card in the middle of the table and meets Ran's gaze who watches him intently. Shinichi stares at the text on the card. He takes time to focus on the letters since his vision is getting blurry again.

"Has anyone ever seen you naked accidentally?" He asks, laughing as soon as he finishes reading. Ran's eyes widen and she places her hands over her blushing cheeks. She frowns at him and pouts as he smirks at her knowingly.

"Yes, and you did! You, asshole. I will never forgive you for it!" She tells him furiously as she reaches for a ping pong ball sitting on the table and throws it at him, hitting him on the head, just lightly. Her friends laugh with Shinichi knowingly since it is one of those inside jokes the had back in the day, knowing about the little Conan fiasco that happened between them.

"Well, if it means anything, the view was lovely…" He comments, winking flirtatiously. The statement earns a cheer from their peers.

Ran is amazed by his boldness and wonders if it's the alcohol talking. She decides to play his game.

"Well if it means that much to you, glad you liked the view." She says confidently, earning another cheer from their small audience.

She reaches for her second card and reads yet another explicit question, "Did you ever fantasize about me? If yes, what kind of fantasies did you have?"

Shinichi thinks about drinking to save himself but he figures that it would be still to early to do so. So, he doesn't. He breathes deeply and looks away in a shy manner. He knows very well that everyone's gonna have a good laugh at what he is about to say.

"Yes, and I really wanted you to roleplay Irene Adler…" Shinichi says in an embarrassed manner. Ran laughs and so does everyone else.

Suddenly he wishes he had just taken a shot to save himself from humiliation, but it is too late for that now. So, he takes his second card to move on.

"Name your partner's sensitive body parts…" He tells Ran. She opens her mouth to answer but it seems as though he is still not done talking, too preoccupied in his thoughts and perhaps too drunk to function.

"Her neck, thighs and her lower back." He answers absentmindedly, forgetting that the question was meant for Ran. There is a collective gasp among their peers at the sudden revelation. Ran looks down, feeling embarrassed.

His eyes widen at the sudden realization, and puts his palms frustratingly on his face. He laughs in an awkward, drunken manner feeling the alcohol mess with his order of thought.

"Ah crap. Sorry that." He apologizes clumsily. Ran shakes her head and smiles.

"Well, to answer that question…" Ran begins thinking hard. "His knees, neck and he is also pretty ticklish on the sides of his torso…"

"My, my Ran. I never expected you to be such a minx!" Sonoko comments, teasingly. Ran rolls her eyes as she proceeds to take her third question.

"Dare Card: Make out with your partner for one minute. Take two shots to get out of it." She reads loudly. Her eyes widen as soon as the thought hits her. She looks at Shinichi worriedly and he takes the hint.

"I'm gonna have to take the two shots for this… Sorry guys." He says pouring Paikaru into his shot glass. "I can't do something she wouldn't be comfortable with…"

"Seems fair." Sonoko agrees. The rest of their peers nod, respectfully.

Ran mouths a "Thank you" at him. He gives her a small smile before taking the first shot and gulping it down with a chaser to get rid of the strong flavor. He winces at the burning sensation in his throat before doing it all again for the second time.

He takes his third card shortly and reads, "What was your favorite, most intimate thing we've ever done together?"

Shinichi smiles and purses his lips as old memories fills his head. He is tempted to answer the question but he remembers not to make the same mistake again. Although at the back of his head, he expects Ran to take a shot to get away from answering the question. He is surprised when she does not.

"When we made out in your dad's study…" She says, hitching a soft breath as she does. Shinichi takes his time to catch his breath as the image of her being pressed against the bookshelves flashes in his head. He remembers the way their lips brushed against each other's and how her body felt against his touch when he roamed his hands all over her…

'Damn…'

"You guys are so closeted-wild children!" Kazuha screams.

"How come we never knew about this?" Sonoko complains. Heiji and Sera remain silent, laughing to themselves because they obviously had ideas about it and weren't even surprised about the revelations.

Ran takes her last card for Shinichi. She smiles sadly as she reads the last question with her eyes before looking into his cerulean orbs as she speaks, "Do you think I'll be a good wife?"

"Definitely." He answers in a heartbeat. She sees sincerity in his eyes. An intense silence fills the room. "I wanted you to be my wife…"

Ran clears her throat, looking away to avoid his piercing gaze. She feels her heart break. So many what ifs fill her head.

"Really?" She asks, it is a rhetorical question, but he expounds anyway.

"I totally saw myself marrying you after college…" He looks down at his shot glass as he plays with it, twirling it on the table.

His heart suddenly feels heavy with regret. Unknown to him, Ran is feeling very much the same as well. She feels her eyes become heavy with tears brimming at the corners, but she breathes in and calms herself, letting the cold air dry them for her.

'It's just a game. Pull yourself together…' She scolds herself silently.

Their peers become silent, measuring the atmosphere between them. They look at one another sending signals, if they were to continue. Nobody moves until Shinichi takes the last card.

They breathe a sigh of relief all at once.

"What do you miss the most about me and why?" He asks, smiling to himself, hoping to hear a good answer from her.

It is Ran's turn to play with her empty shot glass awkwardly. She sighs a longing one.

"Your forehead kisses." She replies, reminiscing. "They always made me feel safe, especially after you know…"

Shinichi nods, remembering how he always loved giving her those soft kisses whenever she was upset or scared.

The awkwardness of the atmosphere lingers around them, heavily. Sonoko, Sera, Heiji and Kazuha suddenly have no idea how to approach the situation. What started out as merely fun and games ended too seriously with such raw emotions coming from the two. Shinichi and Ran feel it too.

They were cool about everything up until things came into light. Turns out, they are avoiding certain topics between them to be able to stand being in each other's presence but now that the barriers are broken, they don't know where to stand anymore.

But one thing is for sure, they know they would have to be civil with each other, not only for their sake but for their other friends as well. They are adults and they are going to act like so.

"Well, aren't we all glad that's done?" Ran says, breaking the silence in the air, making light of the situation. "So, how did we do?"

Sonoko is stunned but she replies with a tinge of hesitation in her voice, "Let's give it up for these two for being such good sports."

"What can I say? Ran and I make a great team…"

Shinichi stands up and holds out a hand to Ran to shake her hand which Ran takes with a smile. Butterflies fill her stomach as she feels his hand against hers, drowning herself in his warm touch, marveling at how her hand fits his perfectly.

"Yeah we do…"

AN. So that's the third Chapter! Belated Happy Valentine's Day! Was supposed to update on the 14th but I kind of struggled writing the last part. Would like to give a big shout out to @icedcoffeeanyone for helping me out with her insights, chatting with me and encouraging me to update while I was writing. Would also like to thank @mintchocolateleaves for the Heiji's line "Not gonna lie to ya' Kudo. There's no better than Neechan, not for you…" We talked about this on discord when I was still working on the concept of this fic.

Gonna take this opportunity to express my gratitude as well to everyone who sent comments and reviews on this fic. It really means a lot to me to hear from you guys and I have to admit it is what keeps me really excited to work on this one until it is finished. I used to be really hesitant about writing chaptered fics and always stuck to one shots because I'm so bad at committing to a story. I always end up leaving readers hanging but now, I feel different. I have a clear view on how this story is gonna end and judging from the outline, I only got like two or three more chapters to go before this ends.

BTW, I'm noticing that so far, my updates are coming on Fridays. Seems like my brain is programed that way for some reason. So, my schedule, if things go as planned, will remain that way. Chapter 4 will cover the wedding and the excerpt that I posted before I uploaded the first chapter of this.

See y'all on my next update!

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Being Alone, Bones, and Cats: Cherry Garcia ID# 37030 2 yrs old, 37 lbs Sweet and Lovable little Boy. A bit shy at first but warms up quickly. Enjoys belly rubs, to sit on his caretakers lap and Loves tor be brushed. Waiting on Love @ Staten Island ACC O BE KILLED 9/1/18 Very Sweet and Lovable <3 A staff member writes: My new flavor ice cream is Cherry Garcia!! This little guy is such a sweetheart. We may not know much about where this sweet boy came from, but we do know that he extremely lovable! Cherry Garcia can be a little unsure at first, but if you take your time getting to know this guy, he warms up in a big way. This adorable dog went from being placid to sitting on my lap and asking for belly rubs! He absolutely loved being brushed! Cherry is very playful in the back yard. He is not that interested in toys, he is much happier just sitting on your lap! What a sweet boy Cherry Garcia is!! 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VIDEOs: https://www.facebook.com/sishelterdogs/videos/514415732320370/ https://www.facebook.com/sishelterdogs/videos/260449458127295/ Cherry Garcia ID# 37030 Staten Island Animal Care Center 2 yrs old, 38 lbs BROWN MALE Large Mixed Breed Cross Return / Reason not known yet Intake Date: 08-17-2018 SHELTER ASSESSMENT: NEW HOPE ONLY Recommendations: No children (under 13) OWNER NOTES Date of Intake 17-Aug-2018 Spay/Neuter Status Neutered Basic Information: Cherry Garcia is a 2 yr old neutered medium breed dog. He was adopted from SIACC but was returned due to his behavior. Previously lived with: 2 adults, 1 child How is this dog around strangers? Cherry Garcia would hard bark and show his teeth. How is this dog around children? Cherry Garcia is hyperactive and would snap if he became overstimulated. How is this dog around other dogs? Cherry Garcia did not interact with any other dogs so his behavior is unknown. How is this dog around cats? Cherry Garcia was not exposed to cats so his behavior around them is unknown. Resource guarding: Cherry Garcia growls when any food, treat, or toy is taken from him. He isn´t bothered when being pushed or pulled off furniture. Previous owner did not bathe or trim Cherry Garcias nails so reaction to these grooming agents is unknown. He isn´t bothered by having his coat brushed. Cherry Garcia barks & growls when an unfamiliar person approaches the home, yard, previous owner, or a family member. Bite history: Cherry Garcia has not bit but has snapped multiple times. Housetrained: Partially Energy level/descriptors: High energy Has this dog ever had any medical issues? No For a New Family to Know Cherry Garcia is described as excitable and playful. When in the home, Cherry Garcia is the type to follow you around seeking attention. Cherry Garcia likes chewy bones and squeaky toys and she likes to play fetch and tug. Cherry Garcia was kept mostly indoors and was fed dry Beneful dog food. According to previous owner, Cherry Garcia is house-trained and would rarely have any accidents. Cherry Garcia usually goes to the bathroom on the grass or wee-wee pad. When left alone in the home, Cherry Garcia barks & whines. He was never left alone in the yard. Cherry Garcia knows command â€œsitâ€ . For exercise, he enjoyed brisk walks with the previous owner. On the leash, Cherry Garcia can pulled very hard and when she would be off the leash, he keeps his distance and is hard to catch. BEHAVIOR NOTES Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Owner surrender Previously lived with: 2 adults, 1 child Behavior toward strangers: Hard barks, bares teeth Behavior toward children: Active, snaps when overstimulated Behavior toward dogs: Unknown Behavior toward cats: Unknown Resource guarding: Growls if toys, treats or food are approached Bite history: None reported Housetrained: Partially Energy level/descriptors: Excitable, playful with a high energy level Other Notes: First stay in the care center, stray, 8/4/2018 SAFER SCORES: Date of assessment: 23-Aug-2018 Look: 2. Dog pulls out of Assessor's hands each time without settling during three repetitions. Sensitivity: 2. Dog repeatedly turns toward the Assessor's hand, with loose body and open mouth, mouths the hand, but does not apply pressure. Or, dog licks hands while lips are long. Tag: 3. Dog repeatedly turns quickly away when touched, or repeatedly spins toward the touch, and repeatedly tries to exit. Dog may be crouching, tail is tucked, mouth closed, body stiff. Paw squeeze 1: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Toy: 4. Dog freezes and/or growls. Summary: During his assessment Cherry Garcia was soliciting attention from handlers/assessor, however he appeared to stiffen subtly and briefly upon some sudden movement. When approached while engaged with his toy item, Cherry Garcia froze. Date of intake: 17-Aug-2018 Summary: Active, relaxed, attention seeking Date of initial: 17-Aug-2018 Summary: Friendly, allowed all handling ENERGY LEVEL: In his previous home environment, Cherry Garcia was reported to have a high energy level which matches what we have seen in the care center. We recommend daily mental and physical stimulation as a way to direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: NEW HOPE ONLY Recommendations: No children (under 13) Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments: Place with a New Hope partner: Though he has improved during his stay at our care centers, Cherry Garcia continues to give all appropriate warning signals when uncomfortable (stiffening, freezing). Due to the observed behavior in the care center combined with what was reported in his previous home environment, the behavior department believes he would be best set up to succeed through placement with an experienced rescue partner. Consultation with a professional trainer/behaviorist is advised; force-free, reward based training only is recommended. No children (under 13): Because of the resource guarding concerns combined with his previous reports on his behavior towards strangers, we believe Cherry Garcia may be best set up to succeed in an adult only home. Potential challenges: Resource guarding Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments: Resource guarding: In his previous home environment Cherry Garcia is reported to growl when his food, toys and treats are touched. In the care center, Cherry Garcia has been observed to stiffen upon approach when engaged with toy items. We recommend that Cherry Garcia be left alone while eating, and that food guarding behavior modification steps (available at ASPCApro.org) be utilized if this behavior is problematic in his future home. Nothing should ever be taken directly out of Cherry Garcia's mouth, and any time something is removed he should be rewarded with a high value treat or toy. He should be taught the "drop" cue and trade-up games. Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: His previous owner notes that Cherry Garcia hard barks and bares teeth at strangers. In the care center, Cherry Garcia gives clear warnings when he is uncomfortable and does seem to choose to avoid or retreat when given the opportunity, but if prevented from moving away there is a potential to escalate to higher-level warning behaviors and possible fear-based aggression. It is important to move slowly with Cherry Garcia, to build positive associations (treats/toys/praise), and to allow Cherry Garcia to initiate interactions with new people. He should never be forced to greet or to interact if he is not comfortable and soliciting attention. Behavior Note 8/22/2018 When in kennel, Cherry Garcia is relaxed. When you approach his kennel, Cherry Garcia starts to jump up and down in excitement. Cherry Garcia is easily leashed and comes out o the kennel without difficulty. When in the backyard, Cherry Garcia keeps a soft body and loves to run around and play. After a few minutes of running around independently, Cherry Garcia will solicit attention. When I cupped his face, Cherry Garcia gently wiggled his face out of my hands. When I lifted his paws he was not bothered. I threw a ball for Cherry Garcia to fetch and was able to take it from his mouth without a problem. When putting Cherry Garcia back into his kennel, he walked in without difficulty. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 17-Aug-2018 LVT Intake Scan positive BARH AMBx4 Friendly,allowed handling Neutered~2yrs EENT:WNL Incision site: Healing No fleas seen Nosf ---------------------------------------------------- NOTES FIRST STAY - Intake 08-04-2018 Cherry Garcia ID# 37030 Staten Island Animal Care Center 2 yrs old, 37 lbs BROWN MALE Large Mixed Breed Cross Found Stray Intake Date: 08-04-2018 BEHAVIOR NOTES Upon Intake While in the kennel, Cherry Garcia is not as fearful as he was when he first came into the shelter. He now comes to the front of the kennel wagging his tail and soliciting attention. He now comes out of the kennel easily. Staff Member Notes When approaching the kennel, Cherry Garcia stayed in the back of the kennel. I crouched down and waited for Cherry to get more comfortable, after a little coaxing Cherry easily left the kennel. Cherry did not pull on the leash. While in the backyard Cherry Garcia kept a loose body and continually wagged his tail. He rolled over to get his belly rubbed. While in the backyard, Cherry Garcia got brushed and he kept a loose body the entire time. Cherry was not that interested in toys , he was much more interested in hanging out with people. Two volunteers were in the yard with me. Cherry was not bothered by lifting his paws or running back and forth. Cherry licked my face several times while sitting on the bench. He stared directly at me when I held his face. Cherry greeted volunteers at the gate by wagging his tail. When sitting on the bench, Cherry sat next to me and kept getting closer and closer as I pet him, until he was sitting on my lap. Cherry Garcia was easily leashed and brought back to his kennel. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 10-Aug-2018 Spay/Neuter Summary L V T Notes: 1:41 PM PE: Exam & surgery performed by Dr. 1385 Canine neuter Anesthesia - __4__mL Propofol and 0.1ml Dexdomitor induction. Intubated. Isoflurane/O2 maint. Pre-medication: __1.2_mL Rimadyl Inj. and _0.3__mL Morphine Inj. for pain management. Sx. - Routine canine pre-scrotal castration. Used PDS for circumferential and transfixing ligatures. Closed the subcutaneous and intradermal layers with PDS. Applied surgical glue to the skin. Green linear tattoo placed lateral to incision. Local Anesthetic Blocks: Lidocaine: 0.8ml Intra-testicular block 7-Aug-2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 2 years History : stray; diarrhea seen Subjective: Observed Behavior - tense Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: muzzled, no oral exam PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupneic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: MI, 2 descended testicles MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment diarrhea- R/O dietary vs infectious vs other Prognosis: good Plan: start metronidazole 250 mg PO BID x 7 days start proviable 1 capsule PO SID SURGERY: Temporary waiver due to diarrhea *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 7 years ago

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Christmas Decorating (Children Part 2)

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff/Light angst

Word count: 2648

Summary: Simon has a worry when everyone is over for Christmas decoration.

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Simon

“I have Christmas scones!” I announce proudly as I enter the living room.

“Just because they’re made during Christmas doesn’t make them Christmas scones, love,” Baz says, but still takes one off the plate.

“Scones are for every holiday.”

“I agree with Simon!” Helen shouts from down the hall where she’s supposed to be putting up Christmas cut outs. But when I look back, she’s standing on a ladder, hanging tinsel. My heart seizes in terror. I shove the plate of scones at Baz and rush to her.

“Helen! Please be careful!”

She groans and rolls her eyes. “Oh my god, Simon, I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

“I know, but still, be careful. Here, let me help you down.”

Once again, she groans and rolls her eyes like they're footballs in a tumble dryer, but she still takes my hand. Her other holds her somewhat large stomach. (At four months she’s starting to actually show.) She sighs as she hits the ground.

“But seriously, you two,” she says, “thanks for inviting me for Christmas decorating. You really didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense!” Baz shouts, mock dramatically. “You’re carrying our baby. It’s the least we can do.”

“You’re so nice, Basil. I hope you teach this baby to be the same.”

I snort audibly. Yeah, “nice” is not usually a word associated with Basilton Snow-Pitch. Baz glares at me, grey eyes turned into silver daggers. I grin back. He knows I’m right, shown by the way he’s still smirking.

“Hey do you have any Christmas cookies?” Helen asks, green eyes wide and hopeful. “I’m really craving gingerbread for some reason.”

“In the large cupboard in the kitchen,” I say. “Guess the baby shares my sweet tooth.”

“Unfortunately. Your child is going to ruin my hips.”

Helen cackles to herself as she walks to the kitchen. I stride over to Baz, wrapping my arms around his waist as he puts up a California ornament from Agatha.

“Just think,” I whisper against his ear. “Next Christmas we’ll have a baby here with us.”

Baz hums happily, leaning back against me. “That we will. I wonder if they’ll inherit your freckles. Or your curls. That’d be funny, having two spotty, curly haired people in the house.”

“Hm. Maybe they’ll have wavy black hair like you.” Baz tenses ever so slightly. Shit shit, I said the wrong thing. “Well, similar to you. Not exactly like you, y’know. I know it’s not possible, I’m not stupid. I just mean...y'know. I’m sorry...”

Merlin, how so I always say the wrong thing? It's not like I don't know how this all works. We decided early on I’d be the biological father, because: A) Baz wasn’t sure vampires could reproduce, and B) even if they could, Baz didn’t want to risk passing on his curse to the child. But we still picked a donor who looked a lot like Baz. She was Egyptian-English too, with the same black hair and sharp features, just with hazel eyes instead of Baz’s deep water grey, and dark tan like he used to have pre-vampirism. Still though, Baz is a bit touchy about it. He says it’s because this is just another choice his vampirism has taken away from him, which I completely understand. But I’m worried it’s about some other things too...

“It’s okay,” he sighs, turning in my arms to face me. “I know what you mean.”

I bite at the corner of my lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. The knot in my stomach twists tighter and tighter. I’ve been trying to find the right words for awhile, but keep coming up short.

“Baz-”

The doorbell rings, obnoxiously loud as usual. I immediately rush towards it. “I’ll get it.” (Yes, I still have a tendency to run from my problems.) (Yes, I know it’s still a bad thing.)

I fling open our front door. Immediately, a pair of pudgy arms fling towards.

“Tío Simon!” Little Gil shouts, diving out his father’s arms towards me. Luckily, I catch the over excited three year old before he face plants the carpet.

“Gilberto! Be careful!” Micah says, reaching out as well.

“Whoa, your daddy’s right there, bud, be careful,” I chuckle out. “Crowley, you’re sense of danger is worse than your mother’s.”

“Hey!” Penny practically manifests from behind her husband. “My sense of danger is great, thank you very much.”

Micah and I share a knowing look. Both of us are well aware of Penelope Bunce’s tendency to be stupidly brave. Emphasis on "stupidly" sometimes.

“Simon, Simon, I gots new toys!” Gil bounces in my arms.

“Really?! Oh then you’ll have to show Tío Baz and I, won’t you?”

“Yeah!”

“Why don’t you run to the living room and say hi to him, hm?”

“Okay!”

He wriggles out of my grasp and sprints away like the firecracker he is. I sigh, putting my hands on my hips.

“How did you two produce such a hyperactive child?” I ask.

“Your guess is as good as mine, Simon,” Micah sighs. He claps a strong hand on my shoulder. “Good to see you. Happy Christmas.”

I smile back, patting his hand once. “Happy Christmas to you too, Micah.”

He strolls in, probably to follow his rocket son. Penelope comes in after him. She’s dressed in her favourite Christmas sweater and holly headband, as per usual on this fine holiday. She gives me a big, squeezing hug. One which I happily return

“Happy Christmas, Si,” she says into my shirt.

“Happy Christmas, Pen.”

She pulls away, keeping both hands on my sides. “Now, before we get decorating, is your baby mama here? I want to meet her.”

“Well, she’s not technically the baby’s biological mother, y’know. She's just carrying it. She calls herself 'the walking incubator.'”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Where is she?”

“Kitchen, probably wolfing down too many gingerbread men.”

Penny grins almost evilly. “I think I’m going to like her.”

She trots off towards my kitchen. I pass by the living room and see Baz laughing as Gil plays with his hair.

“Your hair’s so soft, Bazzy!” He yells (almost everything he says is in yelling.)

“Yes, it certainly is. Your’s is wonderfully curly. Like your Mum's and Uncle Simon’s.”

Gil gasps loudly. “Yes! We curly curly!”

Baz chuckles and ruffles his dark curls. “Yes, very curly. Now, what are these new toys you're so excited about?”

Gil giggles as Baz places him on the ground. He and Micah kneel down, absolutely fascinated with Gil’s brand new Hot Wheels. Though I'm tempted to join them, I make my way to the kitchen instead. There stand Helen and Penny, deep in conversation.

“I'm absolutely serious though,” Helen says through a mouth full of crumbly brown gingerbread. “If the American government doesn't do something now, they're going to destroy the entire environment. It's simple logic.”

Penelope nods vigorously. “I completely agree. They're ripping the planet apart. That's one of the reason we decided to stay in England instead of moving to America. Though mind you, England isn't that much better.”

“Agreed, unfortunately.”

“You two seem to be getting along,” I say sweetly. They both turn to face me, with grins.

“Swimmingly,” Penny beams. “Helen was just telling me her thesis research on the environmental damage in North America. Where did you find this amazing woman, Simon?”

“Through an agency,” Helen interjects. “Simon and Baz picked me from a profile and asked for a meeting. We got along immediately.”

I throw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against me. “Yes we did. She noticed Baz’s obscure violinist joke button and I swear he immediately fell in love.”

She laughs, leaning into my embrace. “That’s very true. He went so wide eyed, it was fucking adorable.”

Penelope shakes her head. “‘Adorable’ is not a word I usually associate with Basilton Pitch.”

“Oh he was though,” I giggle. “It was so cute. I liked Helen when she said her favourite pastry was scones.”

Helen puts one hand on her hip, chin tilted defiantly. “Of course they are! Scones are the best food. Your school must’ve been fucking great to serve them.”

My heart sinks again. Watford reminds me of my worries. I turn to Helen. “Hey, Helen, uh...can I get some time alone with Penny?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go help with the tree.”

She gives me one last side hug and walks off towards the living room. I step back to lean against the table, Penny joining me quickly.

“You alright, Si?” She says, putting her hand over mine.

“I’m worried, Pen,” I say quietly. “Y’know I’m the biological father of the baby, right?”

“Yeah, of course I remember. Your point?”

“It’s just- I’m concerned that...you know that...”

“Spit it out Simon.”

I groan and hold my head. “I’m...I’m worried the kid won’t be a mage.”

“Oh. You’re really worried about that?”

I whip up to glare at her. “Of course I’m worried about that. We don’t know if I was even really a mage or just a Normal with stolen power. What if this kid is Normal?”

Penny slowly raises an eyebrow. “So...?”

“So , who are the two people who care about magic more than anything? You and Baz! Baz would love to raise magic kid. What if they’re a Normal like me? Then Baz never gets to pass on his knowledge, our kid never goes to Watford, and the Pitch line ends! He already can’t have a biological kid, which I know hurts him a lot. Bloodlines are so important to the Old Families, I know. If the kid isn’t a mage? That’ll hurt even more. I-I don’t want to do that to him!”

Penelope sighs heavily. I recognise it as the sigh she uses when she’s annoyed with me. “Simon, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?!”

“Yes!” She grabs both my hands tightly. “Simon, I swear on Merlin’s name, Baz will not care if the kid has magic or not. Or if he’s blood related to them. Because it will be your kid, both of yours to care for. That’s all that matters. Y’know why you’re actually worrying?”

I roll my eyes. “Please, do tell me.”

“Because you’re about to be a father, and that’s really fucking scary. Your finding things to be worried about because you’re scared. Believe me, I know. I was terrified before Gil was born. And I’m still sort of am. Everytime Gil cries after I yell at him or I lose sight of him the park, my heart stops. It’s a fear every parent has, that you’ll do something wrong and hurt your child. You’re sacred, so you’re finding stuff to worry about to distract yourself from that. We all do.”

I chew on my lip. She’s making sense, but the knot in my stomach still hasn’t gone away. She sighs again, letting her hands fall from mine. “If you’re really that worried, how about actually try talking to Baz? Y’know, communicate with your husband?”

I glare, trying to emulate Baz’s steely gaze, but Penny just raises her eyebrow. After a long staring contest, I huff and look down. “Okay, fine. Can you ask him to come in here?”

“Sure. I promise, Si, you have nothing to worry about.”

She pats my shoulder once and walks away. I pace up and down the tile floor. Is Penelope right? Am I worrying about nothing? It doesn’t feel like nothing. Magic is important to Baz. He loves it. So is his family bloodline. Doesn’t he want to pass them down to our kid? Our donor is Normal. If I’m all Normal too then there’s no chance. He must’ve thought of it too, he must’ve . And what if-

“Snow? You alright, love?”

I turn around so fast I nearly fall over, stumbling a bit. Baz stands in the doorway looking slightly worried, brow furrowed and frowning slightly. I straighten up.

“Uh, yeah,” I sputter out. But I quickly deflate, shoulders slumping in. “Actually no. I have to talk to you about something.”

He walks forward and leans against the table with one arm. “Well if that isn’t ominous.”

“Sorry. It’s just- Something’s been on my mind for awhile. And I need to talk about it before I explode.”

“Alright then. Shoot.”

I take a long, deep breath, and let it out slowly. I look Baz right in his deep water grey eyes. “Baz, what if our child isn’t a Mage? Would...would you be okay with that?”

Baz’s face falls, and my stomach goes with it. He looks shocked and a bit hurt. When he speaks, his voice is uncharacteristically small. “Do, do you think I wouldn’t be? That...I wouldn’t love our child if they weren’t?”

Fuck fuck fuck. I rush forward and grab his hands, violently shaking my head. “No no, Crowley, no! That’s not what I meant. I just, I was worried you’d be sad if the baby wasn’t a mage, because you love magic and I know you’d love to pass it on. And...I know not being able to be the bio parent has been hard on you. Bloodlines and all. S-So...I just worried that the baby not being a mage would hurt you even more. B-But I know you’ll love our kid! I’m really sorry for implying otherwise. Penny’s right, I’m worrying about nothing. Merlin, I’m so sorry, Baz.”

Baz sighs, leaning forward and squeezing my hands firmly. “Okay. I-I know you couldn’t think that, but...Aleister Crowley, you really scared me for a moment there, Simon.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“But,” he pulls back and cups my cheek, “just to be clear, I’ll be perfectly happy if our baby isn’t a mage. And I really am fine that it won't biologically be mine. There are lots of things I can pass on other than my blood or magic. Like an appreciation for morose violin pieces.”

I chuckle, shaking my head with a smile. “God, you’re going to indoctrinate them young, huh?”

“Certainly! Then someone else in our house will finally listen to good music.”

“You and I have very different definitions of good music.”

We laugh happily, foreheads tapping together. And even after we gain our composure we don’t move. We just stand there, faces close, breathing each other in. Sometimes we need these moments. Where it’s just us, reminding ourselves that we’re here for each other no matter what, even if one of us fucks up.

“Magic or not,” I whisper, “our kid is going to be great.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “They’ll be fucking fantastic.”

I giggle and hug him close, wrapping him as tight as I can. He returns it just as fiercely. “I’m still really sorry.”

“Apology accepted already, Snow. Don’t worry. I understand why you were worried, but I promise it isn't an issue.” He strokes my hair, then pulls back too look at me. He’s grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear. “Now c’mon. You must see Gil’s new little cars. He’s very excited to show you.”

“He’s excited about everything.”

“Well, still, they’re very cool cars.”

He quickly grabs my hand, interweaving our fingers, and pulls me to our living room. Gil is sitting on the floor, making his little car fly with a raspberry for effect. Micah makes his own truck soar to crash into Gil’s. Penelope is in deep conversation with Helen while they hang ornaments on the tree. Helen reaches up to hang an angel, one hand on her growing belly. The Christmas lights make colours dance on the walls. Our Christmas tree glints and sparkles beautifully.

Baz is right. There's more than bloodlines and magic. This right here is something we can pass down to our kid: our family. Not just those you share DNA with, but those you choose and care for and love. They'll care for and love our baby just as much. I know it.

AN: I felt this would need to be addressed if they had a kid tbh. Having a blood heir is obviously very important to Old Families and Simon would know this. So he'd think Baz thinks the same way. I also think he'd be worried that the kid wouldn't have magic, because of aforementioned reasons in the fic and the sadness over losing his magic. He wouldn't want to deprive his kid of that, because despite everything he went through, he loved magic. That's my view. So I wanted a fic to address that and have both of them recognize they have other things they can pass down than magic or blood relation. Hope y'all liked it. Tomorrow: family! :D

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soonuwoos · 7 years ago

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On Leave

parenting au pairing: Taehyung x oc (reader) genre: fluff word count: 3k+ note: imported from my other acct

Taehyung doesn't know a lot of things, especially when it comes to babysitting his own child. One moment he is happy, finally getting his much-deserved vacation albeit short; next thing, he is begging on his knees in front of his wife, trying to convince her to stay and cancel her meeting overseas.

Don't get him wrong, Taehyung dearly loves his daughter. He loves having kids around, but it doesn't mean he is good at taking care of them. Moreover, he is worried that something, no, scratch that, everything will go wrong the moment his wife goes away, leaving him the only adult to look after Taehee, his princess.

Taehee is a sweet baby, but being his father's child, the girl creates trouble just like him. It's a staple sight in their household to see little Taehee running around and tripping more than a few times. The sweet girl just started to walk, but it's as if she has been up on her feet longer than that.

Taehyung is scared that if his daughter slips out of his sight she'll get hurt. He has a lot of worries, but it's not like he has another option.

So on the third day of his vacation, he wakes up with a jolt to a wailing cry. Taehee. Out of reflex, he sits up but immediately regrets it when a wave of dizziness zaps him. Groaning, he waits for it to subside before he walks out of their bedroom.

He finds Taehee crouched in front of the bathroom, head buried between her tiny legs. "Mama!" she cries.

For a second, Taehyung doesn't know what to do. He kneels in front of his child. "Sweetie, what's wrong? Daddy's here!" he says, carefully lifting Taehee's head.

The little girl whines but doesn't look away, a pout curving her lips down. She eyes Taehyung and says in her broken language, "Mama?"

Taehyung lifts his daughter completely, standing up to cradle her in his arms. He looks at Taehee and says, "Mommy has to work. She'll be back, but today and these coming days; daddy will take good care of you." Taehyung strokes his daughter's hair to calm her down. She leans close to Taehyung, her head on his shoulder, "Mama." and she sobs again.

"Shoooooo. Sweetie, don't cry," Taehyung is panicking; he doesn't know how to make Taehee stop. He's been consoling her with comforting pats but to no avail. It seems like it's only encouraging her to cry louder.

"Let's call mommy!" he blurts out in a haste, forgetting that his wife is probably still on her flight. Fortunately, this stops Taehee's cries. He carries her back in their room in search for his phone, only to sigh out loud when he sees his wife's last message.

-Tae, I'll call you once we landed. Take care of Taehee. I miss you both. Love you!

Taehee leans back to look at Taehyung. "Mama," she mutters, pointing at his phone with her cute little finger.

Another sigh escapes his parted lips, "Mommy will call later." Pocketing his phone while trying to think of a way to distract Taehee, he walks to the kitchen with her still in his arm.

"Daddy will make you breakfast, okay? You must be hungry," he places Taehee in her highchair, fastening the safety belt around her waist. He bends his knees so he can be at Taehee's level. Then, he wipes away the tears on her cheeks. "Milk?" he asks afterward. His daughter nods in response.

While making Taehee's milk on the kitchen island, Taehyung hears his little angel blabbering, but the words are foreign to his ears. Her baby talk puts a smile on his face, but it soon fades. A frown suddenly knits his brows upon realizing that he doesn't know if he is doing the right thing. "God," he runs a hand through his hair.

Amidst the turmoil in his head, a ring snaps him out of it. Letting go of the feeding bottle, he fishes his phone out. He sees a familiar name on the screen of his phone and sighs in relief. Like an angel heaven sent from above, his wife is going to rescue him. He immediately slides the answer button, putting it on loud speaker.

"Tae," his wife greets.

"Honey, Taehee has been looking for you," he says, placing the phone on the counter. He briefly eyes Taehee across him; her eyes are glued on his phone.

"Did you put me on loud speaker, Tae?" his wife asks.

"Yeah, Taehee is actually looking at my phone," a smile unconsciously tugs his lips upward.

"Taehee, baby. Mommy misses you. I'll come home soon," Taehyung can hear the sadness in his wife's voice. It's the first time she left Taehee like this since giving birth to her. She doesn't need to go out much because she works from home, but her presence in the meeting is very important right now. It's something she can't control. However, the timing just doesn't sit well on Taehyung, feeling his lucky stars turning against him. Why of all his leaves?

"Tae," hearing his name pulls him out of his reverie.

"Yes, honey?" he tunes into the conversation again.

"I wrote down important things and put it on the fridge's door. Please look at it, and take care of Taehee well. Don't keep her out of your sight, hon," she says.

"Trust me, honey," he boasts. But as if the feeding bottle is taunting him, he realizes the question he needs to ask his wife. "Honey," he starts.

"What's wrong?" his wife must have sensed the sudden change in Taehyung's tone.

"How many scoops should I put for Taehee's milk?" he sighs, knowing all too well that this will backfire him one of these days. His wife likes to poke fun of his slip-ups.

"And you told me I can trust you?" she taunts with a laugh. She doesn't even hide her amusement. He doesn't expect her to jab at him so soon.

"I forgot, okay!" a weak defense, but Taehyung doesn't have anything else to say.

"Mama," Taehee coos, stopping the playful banter brewing between the married couple.

"Oh, baby. Anyway, Taehyung... I don't have much time. Please take note of what I wrote, okay? Read everything carefully, and just one big scoop, Tae. Love you both! I got to go. I'll call tonight!" Taehyung knows that his wife is in a hurry, so he mutters a short goodbye and says, "I love you more."

Taehyung is barely surviving. His daughter is draining the life out of him. After breakfast, she's been up on her feet and running around the house. It's a total work out for him, and he hates exercising.

Taehee is currently occupied by the soft building blocks scattered on the floor. He is given free time, but he doesn't want to waste it and reads through his wife's notes as promised. Although he can't memorize everything in one go, he reads them all anyway.

"Dada," Taehyung stops reading, looking up to see Taehee across him holding a kumamon stuffed toy. She waves it then she is up on her feet running to the portrait hanging on the wall near the kitchen. "Dada," she mutters again, pointing at something.

Taehyung places the note on the center table, putting his phone on top of it as a paper weight. Taehee is still in front of the portrait, so he stands up to approach her.

"Dada," Taehee keeps on pointing at the portrait. Her attempt to touch it is making Taehyung smile. It's placed too high for her to reach, but she's persistent.

Taehyung then carries his daughter to put an end to her misery so that she can look at the portrait properly. She then waves her kumamon doll in front of the portrait, making Taehyung laugh. "Really, sweetie? You want to show kumamon to mommy?" he chuckles, after all, the portrait is of him and his wife on their wedding day.

"Let's just take a bath, sweetie. Show kumamon later when mommy calls," he says, kissing Taehee's cheek.

Taehyung is fairly familiar when it comes to giving Taehee a bath. He usually helps bathing her during weekends, so he knows what to do. However, he is not ready for a hyperactive Taehee in a tub. She keeps on squealing and thrashing, making it hard for him to bathe her.

It's not the only problem Taehyung has to conquer while his wife is away. A bigger problem just among others is waiting for him in the kitchen. He doesn't know how to cook. He doesn't really have a problem in preparing Taehee's food because it's easy, or so he thinks, but he can't feed himself. Relying on delivered food will repulse him one of these days.

Taehyung is relieved that Taehee fell asleep after taking a bath. He can prepare her food while she naps. Taking the note he left on the center table, he sticks it back on the fridge's door. He glances at it once more before turning around to open the cupboard in search for Taehee's oatmeal. He spots it instantly thanks to his wife's note.

With a clap, Taehyung smiles proudly at his work. Following his wife's instructions is the key to his success in preparing Taehee's food. He leaves the bowl of oatmeal for a moment to cool down while he orders his food. He thinks he deserves a serving of jajamyeon.

After making his order, Taehyung walks back to their bedroom to check on Taehee. His angel is still sleeping, lying on her tummy. He quietly strides to the bed, lowering himself on it to sit beside his daughter. He gently strokes her head. "Let's have fun while mommy is away," he murmurs.

By the end of the day, Taehyung is spent beyond repair. He can pass out at any moment if not for Taehee and his duties, and making her sleep is the last of his missions for the day. His daughter is already in bed, but she keeps on blabbering nonsense. She's only 11 months to be able to speak clearly, so he nonchalantly hums at her every word, pretending that he understands each of them. Soon, Taehee is sleeping. Instead of taking a bath like what he has in mind before, Taehyung lies beside his daughter. It's an opportunity he can't miss out on, but the person calling him at the moment has another idea. His hand lazily reaches for his phone on the bedside table. Without looking at the caller I.D., he answers it.

"Hon, turn on your camera," hearing his wife's voice, excites Taehyung. The bitter thought of being interrupted dissipates. He sits up carefully, afraid that he'll wake Taehee with just one unnecessary movement.

Taehyung turns on the camera upon her wife's request. He is then greeted by his wife's smile. "Tae, you look beaten!" she exclaims. Taehyung can't figure out if she's concerned or she's teasing him.

"How's Taehee? Already sleeping?" Taehyung nods in response. He slowly stands, his eyes on the lookout for any movement coming from Taehee, and whispers, "Let's talk in the living room. You might wake Taehee up. I don't know what to do if she'll cry again."

A smile curves his wife's lips. "Tae, are you sure you're okay there? Do you want mom to go there tomorrow?" Taehyung knows she can clearly see right through him. She's concerned that he is having a hard time, but he doesn't want to burden his mother-in-law. He thinks he is capable enough to take care of his daughter for two more days.

"Honey, it's okay. I'm holding up. It's just two more days. We'll be fine," Taehyung shows his signature boxy smile in front of the camera to convince his wife. She lets out a soft chuckle at his attempt to ease her worries. "You know I love you, right?" she quirks, making Taehyung's heart thump a little faster than its usual pace. "I love you more," he replies. "Gosh, I miss you, and it's not even a full day yet."

"Tae, did you even take a bath?" his wife suddenly interjects. Taehyung sheepishly smiles at her, neither admitting nor denying anything. "You didn't, did you?" she presses on, a frown already knitting her brows together.

"Let's take a bath when you come home," he jokes, but his wife only sends him glares. "Take a joke, okay? I'll take a bath before heading to bed," he resigns. "How's your day? he turns the focus on her this time, and his wife is eager to tell him how her day went until she's yawning behind the sleeves of her sweater.

"Okay, I'll let you do your thing and sleep. I need to take the bath you're insisting on me," Taehyung states, watching his wife blink the sleep away from her eyes. "You're also exhausted. Rest well. I love you, you big baby," Taehyung murmurs, waiting for her to reply before hanging up.

With a huge headache equal to what he feels during a hangover, Taehyung wakes up. His eyes immediately open to look for Taehee. Relief washes over him upon seeing his daughter still sound asleep. Ignoring the pounding in his head due to lack of sleep and exhaustion, he slowly sits up so that he won't have a dizzy spell. Quietly moving to get out of bed, he trips over the tangled sheet. This causes Taehee to stir in her sleep and eventually disturbs her sleep. She starts crying that leaves Taehyung sighing.

The morning fiasco isn't over yet. Apparently, Taehee is in a bad mood because of her interrupted sleep. Taehyung knows well that it's his fault for not being careful, so he just needs to accept everything, including Taehee's tantrum over a slice of apple.

Taehee's mood shifts for the better when her favorite uncle, Jimin, arrives. He immediately holds Taehee in his arms and carries her.

"Man, you look like a tornado hit you square in the face," Jimin comments on the hobo look Taehyung has been sporting since last night.

"It feels like it, Jimin," Taehyung says, plopping on the couch.

Jimin occupies the space next to Taehyung, letting Taehee sit on his lap while rocking his legs playfully. The little girl squeals and mutters something that sounds like horse to both Taehyung and Jimin. They laugh at her fondly.

"Until when will she be away?" Jimin starts. His attention is still on Taehee, pulling funny faces now and then to make her laugh.

Taehyung stares at the empty wall across him. "Tomorrow. She'll arrive tomorrow evening. I can't wait," he answers the question and receives humming as a response. "God, I miss her. I can't handle Taehee alone. I'll die. I don't know how she does it though. She doesn't even complain to me. Does she have super powers?" he rumbles out.

Taehyung has stayed up all night after talking to his wife. His mind is full of thoughts about his wife and how amazing she is for taking care of Taehee. Although he tries to help her whenever he has time, it's not enough to repay all the things she sacrificed to tend to their daughter, add his needs in the mix as well.

"Taehyung, you probably need to take her on a vacation," Jimin suggests offhandedly.

"I'll take that into consideration, but are you willing to babysit Taehee?" Jimin looks pointedly at Taehyung. "I have my own family," he counters.

"A pregnant wife," Taehyung pointed. "You and your wife can practice if you take in Taehee for a few days," he wriggles his eyebrows at Jimin, earning another glare from one of his best friends. "Take a joke!" Taehyung finally resigns.

Jimin can't stay long, and that saddens Taehee. She keeps clinging on Jimin's leg when they are ushering him out. "Sweetie, uncle will be back soon," Taehyung reassures his daughter, picking her up so that she'll let go of Jimin.

"Dada," Taehee quietly mumbles, jutting her lips into a pout.

"Bye bye, Taehee. Uncle will visit you again." Jimin kisses Taehee's forehead. "Tae, take care of her and hold on until tomorrow," he pats Taehyung's shoulder. After waving goodbye, he's gone.

"You have me, sweetie," Taehyung murmurs into Taehee's ear, tickling her. The little girl giggles at that, and the sweet tone of it relaxes Taehyung. It also makes him smile enough for the dark cloud over his head to go away.

After dinner, Taehee is out like a light. She has played too much, tiring her out. Taehyung is grateful to have time for himself, but he too finds himself sleeping earlier than usual instead of using the time to play computer games and taking advantage of his temporary freedom. The ring of his phone doesn't even stir him awake.

The next morning, Taehyung wakes up in a good mood, having completed his much-deserved sleep and regaining all the energy he used while taking care of his daughter. Not only that, but he is also excited to see his wife later. He dearly misses her, and he wants to thank her for everything that she has done for him and Taehee, for their family.

That's why Taehyung is up on his feet and planning a surprise the whole morning. Taehee wakes up only to see her father busying himself with something she doesn't know. She can only watch him from the sidelines and cry if she wants something which Taehyung quickly attends to.

By afternoon, Taehyung smiles, proud of his and Taehee's work. The decoration they made is littering the living room, a banner is on the wall with a messy "Welcome home, Mommy" written on it, balloons are on the ceiling, and Taehee's doodles are posted on the wall together with the banner. Although it's not as pretty as what Taehyung has in mind, he feels good about the whole thing. He even takes his precious camera to take a picture.

The father and daughter are in the kitchen; Taehyung is busy preparing Taehee's food when the ring of the doorbell resonates across the room.

"Must be my order," Taehyung murmurs. "Stay there for a while, sweetie," he tells Taehee who is seated and secured in her highchair. He then walks out of the kitchen and into the living room, not forgetting to grab his wallet.

However, he finds himself gaping at the opened door when he sees his wife.

"Hon!" his wife exclaims, dropping her bags to hug him. Taehyung gladly welcomes her, his arms snake around her waist, tightly wrapping them as he buries his head on top of her head.

"God, I missed you," he mumbles.

His wife pulls away and looks him in the eyes. "I missed you too," she says.

Taehyung doesn't give her any time to prepare as he leans closer for a peck on the lips. "I missed this," he gently cups her cheeks and aims for another kiss but is met by the palm of her hands.

"Gosh, Tae," she whines while pushing Taehyung's head away from her. "Where's Taehee?" she tries to get out of Taehyung's hug, but he won't let her. "Tae, c'mon! I want to see Taehee," he lets go at that and tells her to go to the kitchen whilst taking care of her belongings.

However, as soon as she steps into the living room, she sees the banner on the wall. She gasps a little and calls Taehyung. "What is this?" she asks when Taehyung walks in with her bags. He shrugs at her and immediately runs to the kitchen, placing the bags in one corner and taking Taehee afterward. They join his wife in the living room soon.

Taehyung sees his wife sitting on the floor and looking at the wall where he put Taehee's doodles. As if feeling their presence, she lifts herself up. She turns to Taehyung and eases a smile, "Did you make everything?" she quirks a playful brow at him.

Taehyung proudly grins, "Of course! Taehee helped me a little with her drawings, but I did most. That's why I have to get a reward," he boasts with puckered lips, aiming for his wife to voluntarily give him a kiss.

She stalks to him only to press her palm on his jutted lips once again. "Kim Taehyung," she snickers but soon grants Taehyung the kiss he's been longing. She also kisses Taehee and takes the little girl into her arms, "Baby, I missed you. Did you listen to daddy? Did you have fun with him?"

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" Taehee excitedly chants, hugging her mother in the process. The sight has Taehyung rushing to his wife and daughter, and he soon envelops them into his arms. "I love you," he murmurs, giving his girls kisses on their cheeks.

"And thank you, Honey. Thank you for taking care of us."

AN: I am not a fluff person. I prefer heavy angst that will make me tear up. I don't know what got into me to even attempt writing a parenting au. It's supposed to be a Father's Day special, but I am a lazy bum that needs a life out of Twitter. Anyway, I enjoyed writing this although I've been cringing all throughout. hahahhahaha! I know Taehyung likes kids, but I saw a video of him playing with his cousins like they're grownups (they were boxing and stuff... poor kids lol) hahahhaha! I think that gave me an idea for this. Anyway, I don't doubt Taehyung will be a good father. So yeah, bye!

Fun fact(s): This is the first story I finished so fast I can’t believe it either. This is also the first story I’ve written using present tense.

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