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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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a kiss from the moon | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: All these years, all these summers, Jeon Jungkook has loved you. His problem? You have no idea. Mostly because he has always said it far too platonically and thrown up in your lap after saying it. Drunk. Fuck. Oh, yeah, and you're also Park Jimin's best friend since preschool. Shit.

warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining; JK gets distracted by (your) tits during his quest, typical; non-idol!BTS - purple-haired!Jungkook x sleepy af, noona!reader, ft Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung radiating big soulmate energy; childhood friends-to-lovers

yes, it's JK from the 'Butter' beach photos

“I love you!”

You lifted your head out of the mountain of pillows, groggy and hazy, squinting at the moonlight filtering through the floating curtains. The night breeze was warm, drifting in softly with the low hum of cicadas. But what was that other sound? That other sound was familiar, wasn’t it?

You heard your name being shouted, followed by, “Wake up!”

You made a face and stumbled out of the bed, sticking your head out of your bedroom window, your own hair flying back and smacking you in the face.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, are you trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood?!”

“Get down here!”

You put on your best disgruntled expression and peered down at the form on your front lawn, shoving your own hair aside.

“What are you going on about?” you muttered, seeing Jeon Jungkook looking up at you, puffing his cheeks, long wet purple hair fading to gray because of the chlorine from swimming all night at that party Park Jimin had invited you to earlier today, to which you had responded, no thanks, I’m going to sleep all day, I worked three double shifts in a row and I have zero desire to be flung into your family’s swimming pool at this time, but I will acknowledge that your offer is very generous, and then promptly passing out for a good – you glanced at your phone with the pink bunny case Jungkook had given you two summers ago – ten hours and it was still not enough for you to comprehend why your best friend’s best friend was standing on your front lawn yelling at your parents’ house that you were watching for a month while they were in Italy getting drunk on far too expensive wine and eating cheese they probably couldn’t pronounce.

Jungkook was shirtless, clad only in orange swim shorts and sandals like a fucking hooligan. He was clutching a plastic red Solo cup and he threw it at the house, yelling your name again.

“Oh my fucking God, don’t litter, you idiot!” you bellowed back, throwing yourself away from the windowsill and crawling on the floor to your bedroom door like the evolution of mankind, making it from all fours to two legs by the time you got to the stairs – good thing too, you might have broken your neck if you were still disoriented – and you dragged yourself downstairs, yanking your white slip dress straight. Not your choice of pajamas. Your mom’s, who told you to be more ladylike, whatever the fuck that meant, and who also informed you in the same breath that it was your only choice of pajamas since they donated all your clothes from high school.

Awesome.

You go to university and your parents yeet all evidence that they had a child and go vacationing.

Good for them.

You wrenched your front door open and shoved your feet into your dad’s giant brown sandals and clapped your way over to the pink-faced, mildly drunk, shirtless man in swimming trunks on your front lawn.

“It’s two in the morning. Why are you standing here drunk and professing your love like some kind of deranged Romeo?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Why aren’t you at Jimin’s?” You spied the red Solo cup and picked it up, whipping your head back to Jeon Jungkook.

He was staring at you with his mouth open.

Charming.

He didn’t say anything for a good ten seconds.

“Alright, fine, let me call my loser of a best friend and tell him to pick up his loser of a best friend, so I can go back to sleep,” you muttered, about to turn around.

Jungkook seemed to sputter back to life. “Wait, um, noona–”

“He speaks! He’s not dead.”

“A… Ah… Um…”

You squinted at him and reached up to knock the side of his head. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

Jungkook blurted out, “I love you.”

His breath smelled a lot like alcohol.

“Yeah, I got that. You also said that when I got you through your Chemistry and World History exams. Both times. You also say that to like, what, six of your guy friends? Don’t get me started on the amount of times you’ve said it and thrown up in my lap right after. Don’t do that this time,” you added sternly, prodding at his chest. “I’ve got one set of pajamas because my mom forgets that human beings change clothes, so throw up on the grass.”

“Uh… that’s pajamas…?”

“Lady pajamas,” you grumbled sarcastically, lifting the lid and chucking the crumpled Solo cup into your parents’ trash can. “Since I’m not lady enough apparently according to my mom, even though I’m ninety-nine percent sure giant band t-shirts are completely unisex but, whatever, it’s just a dress, not a big deal.”

“Um.”

You looked at Jungkook, who looked back at you, who put your hands up and gestured him to say something, who in response rose his hands and flapped them in confusion, giving you absolutely zero helpful communication. The movement reminded you he had gotten his right arm and hand tattooed in the last couple years, the black ink standing out against tan skin. You hadn’t seen him too many times during your university years, too busy completing research papers and staying late nights in laboratories, only to now end up working on hospital software and sitting on your ass all day. Life, eh? These past three days were spent on working through bugs for the next software update and you had maybe lost all social skills as you attempted to unravel lines of code that you stared at for forty-eight out of the past seventy-two hours.

Fun!

“Do you need a cookie? A shower? The Bible?” you offered, waving your hands. “Maybe tell me why you’re here, yes?”

He was staring and you realized you were slightly bent over in your gesture, your breasts firmly pressed into the cups of the slip dress. You straightened and Jungkook’s wide dark brown eyes went back to your face.

“I… I didn’t realize you had come back, noona.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I told Jimin last week. He said he was hanging out with you and Taehyung. I figured he’d just tell you guys then.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, gray-purple hair flying about. He pointed to the left, where Jimin’s house was several blocks over. “He only mentioned it just now, when he was throwing up in the bathroom from doing eight shots in a row because Taehyungie dared him.”

“…. Maybe he needs the Bible…” you muttered, shaking your head.

Then the realization hit you.

“Did you walk here from Jimin’s and straight up abandon the party?”

Jungkook tilted his head and thought about it. “Yeah.”

You looked around to find the camera and see if you were being pranked, but there was no camera because this life wasn’t purely for entertainment, right? Nah, this wasn’t The Matrix.

Mhm.

“Hah, well, what’s wrong? Are you upset I didn’t go to the party or something? I had three double-shifts this week, I wasn’t going to be any fun passed out before actually drinking–”

“Yoongi-hyung was passed out before drinking.”

“In some ways, I swear that guy and I are the same person,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t go and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really banked on Jimin not being an airhead, but once again he is, so maybe I should reconsider him as my best friend…”

“Noona, I…”

You looked up from your mental consideration of Park Jimin’s pros and cons, the first pro being he punched that ex of yours that cheated on you with some Tinder hookup and that was already enough to stop contemplating, so you blinked at Jungkook curiously, looking into wide brown eyes, long strands of ash-purple floating around his handsome face from the night breeze, brushing against his parted lips, highlighting the mole underneath them, placed perfectly in the center like a kiss from the moon itself.

“Can I take a shower and sleep it off here?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, sure. You can borrow my dad’s clothes. You should call Jimin though. You don’t want him to panic that he lost you.”

“Y… Yeah, okay…”

Jeon Jungkook really thought he could say it this time.

Collected all his courage and ran, ran as fast as he could, couldn’t believe Jimin had neglected to say she was coming home over the summer for more than a day, days without her reminding Jungkook that he was a coward for not saying it when he could have, having lost his most important person in the world because he was too afraid of telling Park Jimin that he was in love with his best friend.

He remembered that smile wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, sitting on Jimin’s bedroom floor, crushing all of them at UNO and cackling as Jimin blew up for ending up in last place for the third time in a row, yelling that the game was rigged, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her tonight.

And he didn’t.

He remembered her saying to Taehyung that she just wasn’t into girly things. They were having this argument over pizza and Taehyung was waving his around saying she should at least try a dress on every once in a while, never know, might actually like it, and her rolling her eyes as she shot back that she didn’t have to do anything just because it was stereotypical for her gender. Taehyung told her to stop using big words and waved his hands, accidentally flinging his pizza slice into her lap, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her after we clean up.

And he didn’t.

He remembered seeing her prepare to leave for university once again, holding a small package from the internet and handing it to her, a small but practical belated birthday gift, both of them surprised when she opened it, not the matte black phone case he had ordered, but somehow mixed up with a pink bunny phone case that had no business being owned by someone who didn’t like girly things.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t order this–”

And she laughed, shaking her head. “That’s okay, I gotta go, thanks anyway, Jungkook!”

The years went by and every year Jungkook told himself, this is the one, and every year he just couldn’t say it.

He thought he could say it now, drunk and furious at Jimin for not preparing him for this moment, but on his way here Jungkook figured that perhaps this was preferred, that maybe it was better that he couldn’t sit around nervously overthinking what to say.

But, of course, the problem was…

He had already said it in a platonic way.

Shit.

He really fucked himself throughout the years.

Jungkook sighed, now wearing borrowed clothes, holding the note of her handwriting as he rubbed his hair with the towel.

I washed your shorts and they’re hang-drying now. You can sleep in the guest room. I left a glass of water and some hangover meds. If you need anything, I’ll be asleep but you can attempt to wake the dead if you want.

He walked down the hall, towel around his shoulders. Her bedroom door was open. He stood outside the entrance, sighing, seeing her sleeping form and her bedside table, her phone sitting on the charger.

His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that pink bunny phone case.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“Probably at her parents’ place, confessing his love,” Kim Taehyung snickered, picking up the beer bottles left behind next to the pool.

“Hah, of course he would leave without cleaning up,” Park Jimin grumbled, pushing the recycling bin along as Taehyung tossed each bottle inside.

“You think he’s gonna tell her?”

“He didn’t even tell me,” Jimin muttered, shoving used napkins into the bag hanging off the side of the recycling bin that he was going to toss into the trash later. “I had to find out from you. I think he’s hopeless. Why does he like her anyway? She’s fun to be around, yeah, she’s good at school, yeah, knows a lot of random facts, yeah, if you get into philosophy with her like Namjoon-hyung does, you begin to question humanity and reality, yeah, but other than that…”

“You hitting on your best friend, dude?”

“I mean, she’s kinda hot, she wouldn’t say no to me.”

Taehyung snorted.

Jimin smacked him in the ass with the recycling bin.

“Anyway, he’s probably just standing in her bedroom creepily watching her sleeping.”

Jungkook stared down at her sleeping form.

He looked up, looking out the window into the late, late night. He was tired, and yet he couldn’t sleep, too busy wondering.

I don’t deserve her if I’m not brave enough to say it.

“Jungkook?”

You squinted at the large form in your bedroom.

“Why are you just staring moodily out the window?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Is something wrong? Are you hungry? I can make you a snack…”

“Noona, do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?” he asked softly, still looking out into the warm night.

You grunted and scrunched up your face. “Stepping on a Lego?”

You heard Jungkook laugh and you smiled a little despite your groggy state, hearing a little bit of his old self, the younger Jungkook hanging out with you, Jimin, and, later, Taehyung, the four of you getting up to no good. Somehow, in the past few years, he had gotten quieter and quieter, at least around you, but then again you only came home to visit for a day or two before going back to university.

“Have you ever been in love, noona?”

“Yeah, with the red bean popsicles they used to sell at the ice cream trucks, but then they stopped, those assholes, I’ve never been so heartbroken in my life,” you grumbled, remembering the day where the ice cream man told you they were sold out and your young teenage heart shattering.

“I love you, you know.”

Was this a fever dream? Why did he keep repeating himself? You looked over to his back, still looking outside onto the street, the street where you all used to run and laugh every summer, pretending you were surviving in the wild and not in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, sitting around sipping lemonade and complaining about the heat even though you all could have gone inside, lighting sparklers at night and seeing whose would last the longest even though such a thing was only based on chance anyway.

“Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” he added quietly.

“The worst thing I’ve ever heard was accidentally hearing Jimin jacking off. Twice.”

Jungkook finally turned around, giving you a disgusted look. “What?”

You placed a hand on your face and sighed heavily, trying not to remember. “For some reason he thinks the bathroom isn’t echoey or something, like, at least do it in the shower, so the water masks the sound…” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, I would much rather hear you say you have love for me than listening to Jimin getting off.”

“I don’t have love for you.”

You raised your hand from your face and shifted your gaze to him, half-smile lingering on your lips from remembering Jimin’s carelessness. You made eye contact the second the words left his mouth, those brown eyes shrouded in shadows, but still so clear, a little helpless, a little sad.

“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

A soft breeze swept through the window, lifting the purple-gray strands from Jungkook’s face, revealing his lost, desolate expression.

The cicadas hummed.

A car alarm honked loudly, screeching through the night.

Both you and Jungkook jerked to face the window. You bolted out of bed and you both threw your hands onto the edge of the window, yanking it shut, wincing at the loud noise.

“Ah, jeez… what the hell…?” you groaned, slumping to the ground.

“What’s with people…?” Jungkook muttered, falling to the floor beside you, yanking the towel off his shoulders.

“Fuck, I pressed the wrong button!”

“Taehyung, what the hell, turn it off!”

“I was just trying to put the tangerines your parents gave me in my car!”

“I don’t care what you were doing, turn it off!”

“Anyway, sorry, you were saying something important and you got interrupted by some dumbass,” you sighed, nudging Jungkook with your shoulder.

“Uh… well, that was it…”

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “What, that you’re in love with me?”

“Y… Yeah?”

You blinked some more.

“Not the, want to go to the arcade and see who can get the highest score in PAC-MAN or go watch shitty action movies and rate the unrealistic plot lines or dare each other to eat whatever expired delicacy is in Taehyung’s fridge, kind of love?”

Jungkook made a repulsed face. “I regret eating that tofu. Don’t think I can ever look at uncooked tofu without gagging a little now…”

You leaned over and caught his eye.

“Do you mean the… want to date and get married and make babies, kind of love?”

His lips parted and the moonlight lit the small mole placed perfectly underneath his lower lip.

A delicate kiss from the moon itself.

Then you realized he was staring at your tits.

You yanked the neckline up a little and Jungkook started, looking back up at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you in a dress, sorry, I’m being really rude–”

“It assures me that you’re at least interested in the making babies part,” you chuckled.

His ears turned red and he reached up to cover them, trying not to look down. “S… Sorry…”

“So…?”

He chewed on his lip, messing with his earrings with his fingertips. “Um… yeah, that kind of love. The latter kind.”

You lowered your hand. “You’re not messing with me, right? I swear, if this is one of Taehyung’s elaborate ideas to mess with me, I’m going to ki–”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, purple hair flying about. “I’m not joking around. I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, but…” His eyes darted about, panicking a little, before looking back to you helplessly. “You’re Jimin’s best friend, besides Taehyung, and what if… what if you thought I was gross or something and then I don’t think I could hang out with you guys anymore, but then you went to that prestigious university far away and I thought, I’m so stupid, I should have said something, anything, but every time I could even think about it, I didn’t know what to say, nothing seemed right…”

He let out a big sigh and tapped his head against the windowsill, closing his eyes.

“Also, I said it before and threw up in your lap right after, so that kinda fucked me up.”

“Can’t say I was really feeling the romance, yeah.”

He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“I’d date you though. For real.”

Jungkook removed his hands and blinked at you. “What?”

You chuckled. “Why are you acting so surprised? I’m not going to date Jimin, blergh, I’ve known that guy since I was in preschool. I’m not dating Taehyung, I’m pretty sure he’s on a different brainwave than other human beings.”

You smiled at him and turned around to pick up your phone, holding it up.

“I don’t like girly things or cute things very much, but I kept your gift because it was from you and, funnily enough, I think it made me realize that I was rejecting femininity because society puts such a negative connotation on things young women like and because my friends growing up were primarily male, thus I wanted to seem cool or relatable so I rejected stereotypically feminine concepts…”

“… What?”

Now it was a confused what.

“Uh, never mind,” you laughed awkwardly, putting your phone back on your nightstand. “Anyway, Jungkook, you made me realize things about myself, and I love being around you, but I thought a handsome guy like you would want to date a pretty girl, and I’m not really that.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in the world. No one could ever be prettier than you.”

You felt your neck heat. “Yo, don’t inflate my ego when it’s not the truth,” you chuckled sheepishly, waving a hand. “You’ve been drinking anyway. Alcohol makes everyone prettier.”

“It’s the truth.”

Was he drunk or were you drunk? Why was Jeon Jungkook getting closer?

“Would you really date me?”

You stared into those chocolate eyes and smiled.

“Yes, I would.”

And you leaned forward and kissed him.

His eyes widened, staring at you and you closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent, memories of hot summers and mirthful laughter filling your head, standing beside Jungkook and kicking Jimin and Taehyung’s ass at table tennis even though Jungkook was doing most of the work, finishing a movie together after Jimin and Taehyung had passed out on the couch on top of each other and talking excitedly about it until you both fall asleep, getting lamb skewers after Jimin and Taehyung went off to eat ramen in a huff, unable to agree on the same meal as a foursome, but it was fine, no, better than fine, perfect even.

Because you were with Jungkook.

You broke the kiss and opened your eyes, smiling at him.

He blinked slowly, looking down at you.

“Noona…”

His hand raised, fingers spreading out longingly. You quickly reached up and pushed it back down.

“Jungkook, I swear, I do want to touch you in a less than holy way, but maybe not when you’re wearing my dad’s clothes, including his underwear, because that’s really fucking weird.”

Jungkook looked down at the brown t-shirt and beige shorts. “Oh. Yeah. Right.”

“You know, come to think of it, I feel like Taehyung has slowly stolen Jimin from me over the years, so maybe this was fated…” you mumbled, remembering at the moments you had shared with Jungkook were because your other two friends had abandoned you.

“I feel you, sometimes I feel like a third wheel…”

“I’m so sleepy.”

“I’ll tuck you in first, but I’m going to get us some water so we don’t die tomorrow morning.”

“Ugh, Jimin, bring another pillow please.”

“Hah, fine, but you’re buying breakfast tomorrow…”

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pogueszn · 3 years

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a sprout master post

with the amount of asks i got and the things i’ve got going on in my personal life i don’t think i can answer them all before the season drops (which was i wanted to do) and these asks have been sitting in my inbox for too long already and i don’t just want to leave you all hanging so i thought i would compile a majority of the sprout asks here so you guys can read them, or add on to them or something! i’m gonna answer a few sprout asks and the random ones that are there later today some time, or tomorrow if i can’t find the time today!

you guys going to a cameron party and there’s a photo booth and jj and teeny sprout are in line, and he’s like “okay when she says 3 you have to smile okay?” and sprout smiles so huge and it’s gummy to the point you see all of her dimples

going to a big city and your condo is has floor to ceiling windows and sprout crawls up to it and presses her slobbery face against it and jj is liek “enjoying the view princess?”

sprout bonding with nana heyward 🥺

baby sprouty sleeping in her bassinet and pope is over and she’s fussing and jj is like “see even your nerd talk bothers the baby”

Sprout laying on the ground and JJ is laying next to her and he’s like “I love youuuuu” and she does that cute newborn sleepy smile

going to the bookstore and everyone knows sprout and when you guys check out the cashiers like “your uncle popes phone number sprout?” and she’s like “yes peez”

ward holding sprouty while he’s talking business and she takes her binkie and shoves it in his mouth like “stop talking” and you and jj are like embarrassed

jj waking up to sprout poking him and he’s like “what baby?” and she whispers “i see my unca pope now” and jj looks at the time and it’s like 4 am

john b and sarah taking sprout and they pull her out of the car and she’s pissed at john b, and she had her binkie in her mouth and she bolts to see the heywards and john b is like “hey diaper butt watch the attitude”

jj telling the heywards about sprouts teething and he picks sprout up and is like “show them your teeth” and she’s like 😬 but with two teeth poking out and pink gums

baby sprouty in her sling on jj’s chest and she’s looking around and as soon as she spots pope she gummy grins so huge

baby brother and sprout laying in your room and you walk out to change snd find them passed out together

baby brother in his swing and sprouts looking at him, and jj is like “aw perfect instagram moment” and he’s taking a video of them and he’s like “sprout do you like your baby brother?” and she’s like “no coconut head cries too much”

Maybank Jr def sells edibles at school and he has to give Sprout first dibs or she’ll snitch him out

Baby Sprouty going out to The Wreck for the first time and Kies parents are like “Want a few minutes without the baby?” and they just want baby snuggles and she’s in her little car seat just sleeping

JJ having to take a plane for work conference and Sprout is shattered and she’s like “talk to dada peez” and you have to break her heart and say he can’t talk right now

sprout saying something like “gosh the kids on the cut have it easier” and it’s definitely easier if the times jj sits her down and has a starbucks talking to cause it definitely isn’t easy as it seems

jj is always kissing sproutys chubby cheeks from the moment she came out of the womb and was placed on your chest

the first morning with sprouty 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺☹️☹️☹️

HEARING SPROUTS HEARTBEAT FOR THE FIRST TIME. and the nurse is like “yup strong and healthy”

JJ holding sprout in his lap and she’s less than a month old, and he’s burping her while holding her cheeks and everyone’s in awe of her, Kie’s even videoing Sprout who’s milk drunk. And she spits up all over JJs leg

Sprouty having her little friend over and you can hear them whispering and you make out “hims cry all night. hims head big too” and her friends like “my sissy’s sleeps and can’t play wif her”

Mrs Heyward hogging up Sprout when she pops in the visit and Sprout is just vibing with her Nana while you and JJ are catching up on sleep

jj definitely mirrors the kids face when they’re crying and sprouts baby head thinks he’s actually crying so she fusses even more

baby sprout trying to crawl but she jusy looks like she’s wiggling in place and jj is like “aw my little worm”

Sprout and JJ having a boat day and Sprout climbs in JJs lap and she’s like “love yous more dan my fishies at papas” and JJs heart is a PUDDLE BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS SPROUTY LOVES HER FISHES AT PAPAS POND

JJ taking you out on one last vacation before your bubs born 🥺

when you’re pregnant and close to sproutys due date, you just clean from the time jj leaves for work to when he gets back and he’s like 🚨 no more cleaning ma’am you’ve reorganized my socks fives times already

Sprout and John B hanging out while Sarah’s out and he’s like “Want a cheeto?” and she stares at him and he’s like “Right sorry I forgot you don’t have teeth or how you only drink your moms boob milk”

When Sprout comes home from Urgent Care, you have her sleep in your bed because she still has a low fever and at first she’s clinging to you, and throughout the night she makes her way to JJ and they’re doing skin to skin cause she’s in her diaper and he’s shirtless

jj taking sprout to a daddy’s and i event at daycare and he noticed that a lot of the dads are like “sucks that my wife is having me babysit the kids on saturday so i’ll miss the game” and they’re more flabbergasted when they hear jj doesn’t use a 24/7 nanny like them

I feel like JJ already gives off intimidating and stern personality and when he has kids he feels like he has to lower it a few notches but sometimes he looses his patience and it definitely gets everyone’s attention

sprouty in her sling and you’re like “JJ can you take her? My boobs probably look weird with her pressed up against them” and he’s like “actually they look fantastic”

everyone coming to watch sprouty girls first swim lesson and she waddles out and she just started walking while holding someone’s hand and everyone’s like “oh such a big girl sprout.” and she’s like “fishie” and john b is like “no you’re the fish this time”

when ur telling the heywards that ur pregnant, heywards like “10 years together and it took you that long to knock her up?”

Sprout being a little over a year old and John B is waving a sparkler in front of her and she grabs at it, and everyone scolds John B

JJ DRESSING SPROUTY GIRL UP IN FOURTH OF JULY FITS THROUGHOUT THE DAY AND EVEN HER BINKIE MATCHES HER FITS

Waking JJ at ass crack of dawn and you’re like “Honey can you ask Heyward to make his french toast cause baby girls wanting them”

sprouty seeing jj on facetime and she’s like “oh hi dada” and he’s like “are you being good for your mom” and she’s like “no dada”

sprout going to heywards in a bad mood, and heyward is like “hugs for papa?” ans she’s like “no fank you papa. is in a bad mood right now”

Teen Sprout calling you guys at an ungodly hour and she’s like “I’m drunk and my ride ditched me. Please pick me up”

your baby shower for baby boy happening and sproutys like “awww for me???” and you’re like “no baby for your brother” and she’s so upset

Baby Boy and Sprout going to the Heywards for the night and JJ is like “Maybank #3?”

baby sprout sleeping in sarah’s arms and it’s after she’s first born and john b is like “nine months of growing a kid for her to sleep?” and he pokes her cheek “loser”

JJ getting giant headphones for Baby so she can watch the fireworks with you guys and he’s like “And look Dada even got Papa a pair cause we don’t his old man ears to get any worse”

:ooo did you ever hc how you tell jj you’re pregnant with sprout??

sprouty in the buggy and she’s babbling and jj is like “yeah baby?” and she does the babbling scream and he’s like “ma’am you’re in the store”

it being the first time you guys take sprout out, and you fed her and jjs burping her but she keeps dozing off cause it’s past her bedtime and he’s like “she’s definitely going to give us hell tonight for making her stay up”

baby sprouty looking at the fairy lights in the cameron backyard and john b is like “jesus j, she makes it seem like you never take her out of that castle she calls home” and sarah’s like “john b she’s three months old let the girl live”

jj buying little matching sunglasses for sprout and you look at the receipt and you’re like “$90 for glasses that she won’t even need?”

Sprout sitting up on your bed and JJ walks in and he’s like “Hi Mamas!” and she babbles back

Realizing the reason Sprouty sneezes on JJ or sometimes John B and Rafe is because their colognes are too strong for her baby nose

baby sprout in her bath tub in your bathroom and jj is like “how come babies get all the cool shit”

sprouts first fourth of july.

JJ getting fake chicken nuggets as his way of going vegan or something and he gives it to Sprout and she just devors them all.

baby sprouts first little stroller around the neighborhood 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Sprout mirroring everyone’s facial expressions

wait so i read concepts about how miss lana took jj in a lot, and how he’s so protective over her. and i was like him having miss lana watch sprouty as her babysitter cause he knows how motherly she’s is

JJ getting Sprout from the babysitter and she’s so tiny like one of the first times he picks her up, and he’s like “oh hi bubby did you have a nice time”

Sprout being into pictures for some reason, but it’s when she’s starting to recognize people. So every time she leaves her nursery you or jj stop by your wedding pictures in the hallway and ask “Where is…” for the next five minutes

Sprout waking up JJ like “My papas birfday dada?”

sprouts project in class is about love and you see her put “unca pope loves me the most” in her teachers writing cause they just wrote down what she says

Sarah and John B having a baby son and Sproutys meeting him, and she’s like “Awww hims wook wike my Unca Pope”

As soon as Baby Boy is out of your room and sleeping in his nursery, you can bet all your money sprout is back in between you and jj

sprout def snitches john b out when he gets on her nerves

sprout in her floaty and she’s having a blast and john b swims by her and she grips his hair and it’s the strong baby grip no one can seem to undo and she’s laughing at everyone telling her to stop

JJ making breakfast and he’s like “decaf for the mama, organic mango orange juice for the little mama, and boobs on the rocks for the little man in the sling”

maybank jr seeing you standing by the entry way of the house when jj picks him up from jail, and he’s so scared. and you’re like “had sprout stay with a friend tonight, you young man in your room until your father and i discuss what we’re gonna say to you”

Sprouts playroom is HUGE especially for a two foot baby. And somehow she manages to only play with the box her dad left while he spent all Saturday putting together her play kitchen

The one time JJ wakes up when Sprouts screaming she wants you

sprout potty training and she’s so excited to be a “big girl”

okay. i feel like jj would def have the first baby in the group or just never have kids

You guys taking a family trip to Nashville for the week and Sprout is THRIVING, baby is just vibing to the live music performances while y’all are eating at restaurants

heyward having sprout over and she facetimes you and you hear her grumble “pick me up unca b is here. eatin my mac in cheese”

JJ making barbecued ribs and Sprouts just devouring them and she’s just a mess and when JJ takes her out of her high chair he’s like “Aw my little piggy loved Dada’s cooking?” and Kie is like “You’re calling her a pig when you fed her pig?”

you guys leaving sprouty with john b and when you come to pick her up she’s strapped on his chest and he’s like “we’re bonding”

SPROUT MODELING WOULD BE AMAZINGGGG, like it’s sarah who talks you into it, and she’s only a few months old and it’s for a boutique in town and she’s so smiley and cooing the whole time

sprout not falling asleep when you guys are out of the house, and jj is like “you can sleep bubba” as he’s rubbing her back and she’s so drowsy she keeps dropping her pacifier

Picking Sprout up from daycare and you guys are like “How was your first day baby?” and she’s like “See my Unca Pope now?”

Baby Brother and you coming to Sprouts class for a class party and she’s like “Dis is my brudder hims kinda mean”

jj going the mainland for work and he comes back with hella shopping bags and it’s custom made designer for sprout because everything’s cuter in baby form

usually baby brother is the one who teases sprout and he’s in timeout but one time he does something and she smacks him back, and you have to separate them in timeout and as jj is talking to sprout you hear “i don’t like him right now dada. hims like unca jombee.”

John B seeing Sprout before his wedding, and he’s like “Listen stinky, today is about me and Aunt Sarah, so don’t do something that everyone awes over, got it?” and Sprout totally steals the show when she’s walking down the isle

jj getting him and sprout matching outfits and she’s running around the property in a hat that’s a little too big for her and she runs straight into ward

baby boy doing something that resulted in a timeout and he’s screeching so loud, and he’s calling for you to get him out and jj gets like a flashback of his childhood

sproutys first storm and she’s just looking out your bedroom window and jj sneezes or something and she jumps and he’s like “wtf”

Baby sleeping in the bassinet when she’s just born and JJ is like “She totally sleeps like me” and you’re like “You snore louder than the storm”

catching sprout crawling out of her crib and jjs like “what are you doing missy?” and she’s like “unca pope”

john b and jj going to sproutys field trip to the police station cause your morning sickness with baby boy is terrible and a mom walks up and is like “you guys make such a lovely couple!”

jj walking in on you talking to your bump, and you’re like “i enjoy cooking a lot, my mom taught me all of my best recipes” and he’s like 🥺

The daycare having an open house for Sprouts class, and you see one of her papers the question is “a few of my favorite things” and her answers are “uncle pope, nana and papa, my daddy and mommy, and strawberries. and seeing the fishies at my papas house”

you and jj doing something special for sprout before baby brothers born

jj looking after baby sprout and he needs to pee but everytime he puts her down she squawks and screams really loud so he’s just shuffling around the house holding her and rocking her hoping you’ll be home soon

Sprout definitely humbles the whole family, and keeps everyone in their place

#sprout #asks #i really wish that i could answer all of these #but i genuinely can't #:( :(#i appreciate all of you who take the time to send me asks SOO MUCH #but there's just too much going on right now for me to answer these in the way they deserve to be answered.#i hope you can understand

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deepdonutkid · 4 years

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Social media and the Shelby Family

Let’s go from youngest to oldest…

Finn, as said in the first part, is an influencer, who likes to live his life online. He tweets a lot, he has a ton of insta stories and likes to keep his followers updated. Also he follows some trends like trying bubble tee or these weird tik tok dances. Finn even bribed his brothers to try some with him. They refused of course. Tommy said a no and walk right out of the room. John laughed and brushed it off. Arthur tried, but failed hilariously. Good for him, that Finn was teaching him the steps and not filmed the miserable attempt. Michael did and was actually good… and Ada did quite okay. Well, Polly wasn’t even asked, because Finn already knew her answer was no.

A lot of his pictures online are with his friends, especially Jesaja. They skate sometimes and film their tricks. (I added this, because I saw a video of Finn’s Actor- Harry Kirton- skating and I thought it also fit Finn) Whenever he is eating something instagramable, he definitely take a picture. Finn also take good selfies, but he only uses funny filters. So no Dog ears or sparkly flowers here!

He answers messages mostly direct, no waiting time, ‘cus this guy doesn’t play games, but as a Gen Z he would definitely be scared of phone calls. Especially if it’s Polly and there are already two missed calls. Then he just freaks out right away.

And to add a little funny extra: Finn tried among us on his phone and he is kinda sus!

His Whatsapp status would be: “my milkshake brings all the bees to my car. Shit… there are bees in my car!”

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Michael is king of selfie. He knows he looks like god’s gift to the women and he plays that card. His phone is filled with all kinds of selfies. Little narcissist, here! Well, he needs to take a picture from every ankle to capture his beauty.

He also posts some stories on insta, but not so often like Finn. Michael keeps it casual. Just a few party pictures with friends or something super cool like new car.

But as we all know Michael Gray, he likes to play games with da ladies. So sometimes you wouldn’t even get a goodnight from him. If you tease him, he’ll tease back. Probably posts a picture with another woman. She is just a friend, but you’ll not know that. Yes, he can be mean, but if you’ll call him drunk and late at night, that you miss him, he’ll be glad to hear that.

His status would be: “P1 cleaner than your church shoes.” And yes, this is a weeknd lyric from the song starboy

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Ada. Yes. I almost forgot her. How could I? She is gorgeous!

Already mentioned in part one… She knows her stuff pretty well. Technology… no problem for this gal right here. Ada can hack into stuff and write codes and programs, but this also made her very aware of data getting misused or stolen from bots. This is why she chose to keep distance from social media. She doesn’t use the gram or snapchat or whatsoever, but she uses secure text messenger and is likely to be found on a super dank meme page and to understand the memes you need the knowledge of years and years internet culture. And Ada talks to Finn and Michael about unprotected data and how they shouldn’t spill so much information about them online.

But she takes a lot of pictures from her kids, her husband, her cute outfits, her house and garden, their vacations. She doesn’t use a normal cloud and prefers to show you the pictures together. One after one and she’s making a comment to every single one of them. About that she could talk for hours.

Her status would be… well, she wouldn’t have any!

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So… John-boy! Here isn’t much to say. He uses Instagram, but it’s a rare thing. John might follow some artist, so he is up to date for new concerts to go to and also some friends, but that’s it. On a good day which happens to be every half year he might post a picture, when he went somewhere. To get a new tattoo or if he went to see a game, probably soccer and rugby. If he gets the chance to travel, he’ll make pictures, but he totally forgets to post them or even show them to his family. He prefers to talk with his brothers about the experience of traveling and not starting a slide show.

What he is talking pictures of? Selfies are rare, but do happen, if they are a special request from a gal… and it’s probably shirtless, ‘cus he has got the body. Then again, he took pictures, if he was abroad, not on the usual roads, but only a few. While texting he might send a funny meme, if he sees any and thinks of you. And the occasional picture of “Look what I just got”… and it’s a Vinyl or a band shirt. Even though, he answers his family rarely, when he is in Birmingham, he’d be texting with his lady a lot, having this grin on his face, while Ada asks who he is writing to.

His status would be something like: “punk in drublic.” Which is a festival for said genre, but he just finds it funny. Likely to add “Y/N with an emoji of choice”, when he is in a relationship.

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Tommy hates social media and refuses to try it for a long time, but Finn uses it so much, that Tommy had a little interest, what’s going on there. His youngest brother had a lot of explaining to do, which probably went like:

T: “How do I tell the person I like the picture?”

F: “There is the comment button.”

T: “No, I mean the… like thing.”

F: “Double tap on the picture, Tom.”

T: “Good, so… what’s next?”

F: “Nothing. What should happen?”

T: *shrug* “So, this is completely useless!” *deletes the app immediately*

And Tommy is also not the guy to answer private messages directly or often. Sometimes you said on read for days with this fellow, because he is super busy and doesn’t have the time to type. If you’re lucky, you get a quick okay. But if it’s important, he’ll call you right away and asks what happened, and if you need any help. With business he always answers straight and don’t like to waste time.

He doesn’t take pictures really. There may be some incidences where he hit the button by mistake. And there some photos of documents, which he need proof of… so he doesn’t have to rip out a page from a book like its 1920s. And all the pictures of his family has been send to him, he just don’t delete them.

His status would be: “Available” or “At work. Only important calls.”

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Arthur… well… he has Facebook and uses it like anyone going on forty… really weird boomer mems, that might have been funny ten years ago. He sends them to everyone and they’re so annoyed by it, but he spares Tommy as his time is too important to waste on ‘funny pictures’.

Some gave him an Echo thing, the one with Alexa, you know, and he was so frustrated by it, that he threw the thing against the wall. Arthur couldn’t get past the set-up and got to angry. His family laughed about it, but it’s better this way.

Thanks to Finn and his little videos, Arthur became a meme himself, because his little brother filmed him while Arthur did something ridiculously stupid. That vid went viral. (Unsure what he did exactly)

His status would be: “Hey, there I am using whatsapp!”

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I don’t know what to say about Polly and Freddie… so I leave them out now, but if you have something to add or whatever, feel free to do so!

#peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #john shelby #ada thorne #ada shelby #michael gray

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in-tua-deep · 4 years

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tua rewatch with the roommate

Episode five

Oh fuck the “I found you. all your bodies.” scene

“We died?” “Horribly.” throwback to the ben convo o o f

“If perfectly arranged under rubble and otherwise unharmed counts as ‘horribly”’ - roommate

I like that Diego says he’s going to kill Hazel and Cha-Cha like it’s a challenge?? lol five doesn’t care if they live or die he only cares if u do you big dumbass

“Well I know none of the main characters die bc there’s a season 2... and i’m pretty sure they’re all in s2... like all of the family?”

I mean luther is kind of valid for being frustrated that five didn’t share about the apocalypse but also like,,, the first person five told about it (Vanya) suggested he might be insane. so. i can understand some reluctance on his part on top of the whole “the last time my siblings fought this the Whole World Died Including Them i would like them as far away from apocalypse stuff as possible”

okay okay so five says “they turned me into the perfect instrument” so do y’all think that implies experimentation like in the comics or ????

all i can think about during the kennedy scene though is my high school history teacher. he went over the assassination in intimate detail and i’m pretty sure he was writing a book about it and everything. mr. hansen if you’re out there -

i like feral beard five more than mustache five tbh if i’m picking

“Someone ELSE shot the president? Was he supposed to shoot kennedy or was he supposed to kill the person who shot kennedy?” - Roommate

love that five tells luther to grow up over murder,,, though to be valid pretty sure they did actually murder people as kids SO. grow down?

fuck i love mary,, will you love me like you loved me in the january rain??? just shoot me in the heart

GOD rob is such a good actor

“wait a second... how is he wearing pants?” oh roommate you have a big storm coming

i have some serious questions about the commission and their methods of communication. where do?? the tubes come from? where do they go after?

Allison: i have a bad feeling [about leonard]

where are these instincts for everything else tho??? her marriage?

“Vanya. she really is trying to look out for you. i really would trust her. you could invite her to come along so she can see he’s perfectly fine??” - Roommate, whose instincts regarding not trusting leonard-harold are spot on

apparently my roommate knows people who put salt in their coffee. i have. so many questions.

“That’s suspicious?? that’s suspicious right?? did he do that? is he a secret serial killer? is he a FUCKING secret serial killer?” roommate when they talk about helen cho going missing

“What do you mean stop showing up it’s been like. a day” - I mean. the roommate has a point.

Klaus’s depression bath is a mood :(

did klaus put eye shadow on before his bath or did he get his hands on eye shadow in vietnam?? the questions that will never be answered

Five is so enthusiastic about having someone who understands... he doesn’t even notice absolutely Not Being In The Mood,, klaus is grieving and five is just like !!! where did you go!!!! like it was a vacation

klaus: yeah i’m ten months older now. when i’m done being depressed i will lord that over diego for the rest of our natural lives.

does five write in all caps all the time?? why?

roommate: I wonder what the upper size limit on the knives her can use. like is it machete length? forearm length? what are the limits on his powers. if he sharpened a very sharp mechanical pencil could he use it? if he sharpened a piece of the chandelier? at what point does something become a knife?

me: could he hurl mia (my cat)? mia and her knife feet?

allison also writes in all caps to write leonard’s address

we stan agnes and hazel in this household

“I never said we didn’t !! i just thought she was just a random extra in the first episode and every time we cut away i think that’s the last we’ve seen of her” - roommate because i keep saying that this is an agnes stan household

“OH THERE’S THE PATCHWORK COAT i was afraid it didn’t come back” - okay though good question he definitely didn’t have the coat on the bus. what is it with klaus and his magically appearing coat????

oh :( oh klaus :( every time klaus is sad i am also sad :(

honestly a family conversation IS the threat in this family

god though this random vet in this bar is actually an asshole though like. klaus doesn’t owe him shit. klaus served. he’s clearly having a moment with the photo. that could have been a family member or something who died i don’t even know

agnes: i’m a twitcher :)

“like a twitch streamer?” -Roommate

PLEASE give me twitch streamer!Agnes au

look i just enjoy hazel and agnes

roommate: honey you’re too young for her

me: NO DON’T BE MEAN TO THEM,,, agnes deserves a boytoy

“does diego drive a manual?” my roommate once again focusing on things that i do not

five: i have to find the people whose deaths could save the timeline

my roommate: is it agnes?? is he going to kill agnes????

i’m still laughing about that fact that luther is holding dolores.... over the fire escape... she couldn’t drop that far lads

luther’s dumb sometimes but he does have some nice heart to hearts with his brother,,,, honestly he and five get along pretty well in the early episodes. kindred spirits. body dysmorphia and isolation squad.

my roommate has to keep remembering social media doesn’t exist in this universe

i am still confused as to why

that won’t stop me from giving everyone iphones and youtube accounts in my aus though

diego can curve ANYTHING he throws, usually knives, according to cha-cha’s research. but that doesn’t explain the spoilers i have seen about s2 sO

Klaus: You also told me that licking a nine volt battery would give me pubes

HOW DID I FORGET THAT LINE

oh diego got a bullet graze forgot about that as well?? does he ever get like. medical attention for that? diego?????

it really has been like. maybe two days since helen cho died. is no one??? concerned????? they just immediately jump into replacing her??????????????????? hellO?

“very clear camera angles to show that this actress did not actually play the violin for this role” - i mean that’s fair but ellen is trying rip

me: who’s your favorite character so far? roommate: that’s a tricky question. klaus is very entertaining to watch. allison is the most reasonable and i’m very interested to know, well, she seems like the best combination of reasonable and has the least selfish intentions. diego and luther i feel like are both good in a bland way in that they’re both doing good in the best way they can which usually involves punching people. five is fun. five is very fun. five is as fun to watch as klaus, they’re both very fun actors to watch on screen. they’re more expressive than diego and luther tend to be. me: so which is your favorite????? roommate: first instinct says allison, though she probably has the least dynamic or interesting arc so far

are hazel and cha-cha the best because their victims never see them coming?? like. they aren’t really THAT competent.

“I do LOVE the aesthetic of an ice cream truck playing ride of the valkyries” - my roommate is valid

“LOVE the hypersaturated background in this scene. it’s more fun that having it be desaturated.”

five looks so baby in this scene with the handler :(

still unsure where five got that handgun but i’m vibing

hate when she touches his face !! awful!!!

the handler’s little “all of them??” like yeAH ALL OF THEM even though they irritate the living FUCK out of each other. siblings man

ben gets shotgun for the getaway !!! go ben!

“I’m starting to think... given how space and reality seemed to be warping during her playing... that her medication... isn’t for anxiety...” - oh, oh roommate

ah i blocked out the leonard vanya make out as well

“DIDN’T YOU MEET HIM TWO DAYS AGO?” - yeah i feel u roommate

yup there’s helen’s body

“CSI call crime scene investigation - that’s going to start to smell real soon”

pogo: and you understand that the children can never know

me: actually pogo fuck you

and that’s episode 5 everyone thank you and goodnight

episode six

i do love a good flashback to klaus

klaus: sees a shirtless soldier and instantly falls in love

they don’T EVEN QUESTION HIM just “KATZ GET THIS MAN A PAIR OF PANTS” and they go with it?? he just APPEARED and they don’t even care

klaus was really just vibing in the 60s huh

wait this is like 1962 or 63 right

when does s2 take place?? also the 60s right???

didn’t kennedy die in 1963 i feel like what i know about s2 contradicts that date but i could have sworn they said a round trip to 1963??????

luther is SUCH A MOOD in the family briefing.

“aww he’s a bad liar” - roommate

“I realize that [the umbrella] was necessary for the title drop but where the fuck did that come from”

@ the handler please stop touching five,,, but also five has such. non reactions to her touching him. which worries me. like she grabs his shoulder walking alongside him and he doesn’t even look at her

why are there gas masks in the briefcase room...

can you IMAGINE if your boss toted a child into the room and introduced him as the Legendary Time Travelling Assassin that the whole office had a betting pool over who would die that one time and is Definitely approaching 60 not 13... and then called him LEADERSHIP MATERIAL. implying that this child will probably get a promotion before you do?? can you IMAGINE?

“again... two days ago...” roommate about leonard and vanya

vanya really chose literally just the worst time to come back to the academy huh

okay but vanya going off?? valid, but also,, i mean. it IS their dads fault that they don’t have any relationship with vanya?

luther: it’s about the moon roommate: critical role moon theory

hey like. how did the family get together in the first timeline holy fuck. it’s hard enough to get them together when they Literally Know The World Is Going To End

so remember diego getting grazed with a bullet yeah well he has a sling on now which makes sense!! and yet. when five got grazed by a bullet he SLAPS A BANDAID ON IT. someone please address this.

five is such an asshole coworker i love it

i wonder if dot is a mother. or just a nice coworker. she keeps trying to talk to him and invite him to lunch aww

i wonder if it’s purposeful on the handler’s part to call him “mr. five” instead of “mr. hargreeves” to like... further isolate him from his family? by removing his last name they’re sort of removing his ties to his siblings considering it’s not like they’re related by blood

forgot how much i hate the bathroom scene !! wow !! hate it so much!!! there’s so many violations of social etiquette in such a short scene! it’s so deeply uncomfortable!

luther: stop it pogo! you know everything our dad did

i am remembering once again how much i hate pogo all over again!! reginald literally locked klaus in a mausoleum!! he abused the kids! pogo didn’t even speak up about sending luther to the MOON,,, oh luther :(

he just learned his dad exiled him for no reason he has lots of rights his entire world view was just shattered wow i am like infinitely more sympathetic to luther on the second watch

“I knew allison and luther was a thing. you told me allison and luther was a weird thing. still not a fan.” - my very valid roommate

they could have made the fort so much more sibling-y instead of romantic and it would have been so much better honestly

oh dave :(

“I wonder who her primary care physician is and if she can find out what that medication was...” roommate i wish i knew

“I’m trying to decide if he knew ahead to time to try and get at her specifically or like... i don’t know when he took the figurine I was like ‘doesn’t he own an antique shop is he there to steal antiques from the family home’.” roommate on leonard

forgot the handler gifted five a suit. also don’t like that. don’t like her talk about his body and everything either.

“is it too much to ask to give him two outfits? one he can wear now and one with the new body?” - roommate

honestly with hazel’s talk on budget cuts i’m not surprised he only gets one suit

STOP TOUCHING HIS FACE,,,, HANDLER. STOP TOUCHING HIS FACE

five and his sweet tooth. don’t take the candy five. come on. what did your father TEACH YOU. honestly reggie probably was like “let them get kidnapped it will probably teach them a life lesson”

“there were like... villages that needed rebuilding after disasters. he could have been sending these packages to legit lunar research facilities. legit facilities would have adored to have that information.”

okay but people KNEW he was on the moon. cha-cha mentioned it. it was in vanya’s book. why were scientists not knocking down reginald’s door demanding the research??? if i was a moon scientist i would have the mansion staked out trying to demand info jesus

“love his eye fluttering in the way of ‘oh shit i got something in my eye i can’t break character scene is still going scene is stILL GOING’“ - hilarious observations from the allison luther fort scene 2.0: grown up version that gets erased

did they just leave the fort up all those years. did no one USE the green house??? did grace lovingly work around it all that time?

oh :( dave :(

grace is capable of lying and pogo is a shadowy motherfucker

“okay now that they’re actually putting it into the plot i understand why you don’t think he’s trustworthy but you really got on my back about that”

in my defense i just hate him tbh i did not like him when he first showed up and i never particularly liked him tbh

allison: i think you’re the only person who knows who i am and likes me anyway

me, remembering the theory that allison rumored luther to love her: HMMMMMM

okay but i think the luther and allison dance scene is fucking HILARIOUS. absolutely ridiculous. i mean i hate that it’s incest but also the fucking LIGHTS DESCENDING. the RANDOM WARDROBE CHANGE.

roommate likes the green underskirt thing under allison’s random dance dress

are they just doing this in public???

ugh. the kiss. ugh. erased that from my memory as well

“they clearly want romance in this show but they painted themselves into a corner with the siblings thing” - roommate

five and his fucking STAPLERS isn’t this the second time he’s knocked someone out with a stapler?? the bank robber and now gloria??

five please your siblings were finally doing some decent work on their own issues :/

five is the kind of dramatic as fuck entrances

“love how he just grabs [allison’s] coffee. kid needs a coffee after all that.” - roommate

five actually does a good job of rallying the siblings though?? they just broke the fuck up in the og timeline

“something tells me that harold jenkins might be leonard”

oh roommate

episode seven

uh oh harold was born

i feel vaguely bad for him

“me the night before a convention” - roommate on harold’s tape and cosplay and everything

okay but how did reginald even KNOW harold jenkins had no powers?? did he? keep tabs on all the forty some kids not just the seven he kept?

but also why the fuck are these people laughing at An Actual Child fuck all of them honestly

“did HE kill hargreeves?? I mean. he’s got motive.” - roommate

harold really said “i think my superpower is actually this hammer motherfucker”

how did he get twelve years?? was he tried as an adult?? was he in juvie? how old WAS he

twelve years ago... they’re 29 soooo seventeen? he did NOT look seventeen? he was NOT seventeen in that flashback what???

roommate theorizes that harold ran off after the murder and committed petty crimes until caught and tried for murder when he was seventeen so was maybe 13 in the flashback

okay so i looked up the timeline and he got out in 2014 or something so he was like 13 in the flashback which makes SO much more sense honestly but also what the FUCK was he doing for five years

“he’s actually laying out all the facts as he knows them and I appreciate that.” -roommate about five briefing the team

five?? the only member of the family with communication skills? it’s? somehow more likely than you think?

“allison’s pants that she’s wearing now are the most perfectly tailored things i’ve ever seen. not even a wrinkle when she’s standing still. do you know how hard that is to do?” again my roommate noticing the things i absolutely do not

five. five. you have a GUT WOUND and also jumped a BUNCH OF TIMES. you are not blinking into the police station and getting the file. you need some SLEEP. and REST. and WOUND CARE FIVE FOR FUCK’S SAKE. you still have a GUNSHOT GRAZE on your upper arm and a SLICE on your wrist from DIGGING OUT A TRACKER. FIVE.

diego wants to be batman SO BAD.

five crossing his arms and Not Uncrossing Them because he’s literally HOLDING HIMSELF TOGETHER.

wow luther is really handling this so much worse in this timeline rip

luther is losing validity points for CHOKING KLAUS i knew this happened but i didn’t remember how awful it was !!! bad and terrible! and luther is very drunk and very sad and very angry. oh. he’s saying he never left the house and never had friends for nothing :(

klaus had the realization that reggie was an asshole YEARS ago and he’s just kind of like “aww. luther :(”

klaus is trying so hard

“Klaus has had the most heart to hearts with the most siblings honestly.” - roommate

allison at the beginning making her laugh in the office with the EYES, five on the steps of meritech, diego after the vet bar, luther on the couch...

wow cha cha really thought hazel was talking about how meaningful his partnership was with her when he was talking about agNES

five limping up the lawn and staggering up the stairs and clinging to the rails baBY SIT DOWN. YOU ARE BLEEDING.

“inspiring leadership” “one of the greats” what a sibling moment honestly.

five really said “i think i will pass the fuck out now”

five really said “hey i am literally willing to die for this mission because this mission is the safety and lives of my entire family and i love you guys :(”

except he doesn’t because five is decent at information sharing but getting feelings out of him feels like pulling teeth at times smh

is leonard trying to vicariously live his “normal child born on the umbrella academy day discovers they have had powers the WHOLE TIME” dream through vanya??

we yell about how leonard and vanya have known each other for like a week but i mean same for hazel and agnes!! he’s literally asking her to run away with him and she says yes !!!!! agnes is here for the romantic adventure with this man she’s really living her first hot girl summer and living for it

“she’s having her own little rom com! she thinks she’s living in a rom com not a dark sci fi!” - roommate accurate as usual

she just called ben the emotional support ghost and i mean... she ain’t wrong

honestly klaus should have just left luther to his rave, he didn’t get to party in his teens or during his college years or anything

i do appreciate the viking yell of “B R O T H E R” that luther greets klaus with though because that’s exactly how i greet my own siblings whenever i see them

oh klaus :(

he’s having war flashbacks, cravings, is in withdrawal, AND experiencing sensory overload while reliving one of the more traumatizing moment of his life

oh klaus :(

five in a bed for the second time of the season which is nice for him. if only the first time wasn’t because he passed out drunk and the second time wasn’t because of a whole shrapnel wound. i am now that captain of the Let Five Sleep brigade holy SHIT like at least they imply that the others sleep five is just feral and ready to go at all times

are the police allowed to just. remove someone’s arm sling? is that permitted? his arm could be fucked up? i mean. it is? he was shot?

“I saw everything my brothers and sister could do ruin their lives” VANYA some REALIZATION up in here,,,, admitting that the umbrella academy wasn’t exactly a desirable place to be is actually some real growth for her and leonard just fucking shuts her down? fuck that man

VANYA SEE THE RED FLAGS FOR WHAT THEY ARE COME ON

oh klaus :( oh luther :( oh :(

“love his corset side pants, like benedict from violet evergarden” - on the topic of Klaus’s pants

“I made everyone else so I must have made you” says god except for the fact that the kids just... surprise popped up instead of coming about the natural way. maybe god DIDN’T made them????????

oh klaus :( prepare for disappointment :(

oh i didn’t notice the photos of the umbrella academy in the barbershop the first time i watched this

so klaus gives an age for the mausoleum... thirteen... do you think that was before or after five left? statistically it’s probably after bc it was only a couple of months after they turned thirteen that five vanished

Klaus’s “we were just kids” breaks my heart every time

if i was one of reggie’s kids i would have just not gone to the funeral. rip to the hargreeves kids but i’m different

he doesn’t even call klaus klaus in death, he still calls klaus number four. fuck that man.

“i was gonna say i’d have been very very surprised if they kept him dead” - roommate on klaus waking up

“Five bucks says he set these guys up to try and get something out of her” - the roommate being very perceptive

cha cha is VERY rude to my girl agnes

honestly why DIDN’T hazel just kill cha cha after her whole speech and threats about killing agnes slowly in front of him???? like he literally watched her try to kill him as well

why wasn’t diego arrested in the original day that wasn’t actually?? he was being considered already. he still left the house, albeit with grace instead of allison. why wasn’t he arrested then????????

roommate thinks it’s interesting how committed the show is to their old timey shit. she used a nicer words like anachronisms but the point is: w h y

are these episodes even longer than i remember?? holy SHIT

#tua rewatch #honestly these are half proof to my sister that i am watching tua #she keeps yelling at me about s1 #there can't be that many more episodes right #apparently there are ten episodes in s1 #that's a whole 'nother three hours #jeebus #and then ten more hours for s2 #so LONG

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glenncoco4 · 4 years

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War Zone

A/N: Chapter 4...also M rated.

XXXX

August 25, 2008

As she stores her bag in the overhead bin, Kensi takes her seat in the middle. Any other time she’d be annoyed being stuck in the center seat but she hasn’t been back home in over a year so right now she couldn’t care less.

She takes a peak at her phone, the incoming message making her smile.

Have a safe flight, Kens. Can’t wait to see your beautiful face when you get back. - Marty

How is it that a man she’s only known for 3 and a half months can make her feel like the only woman in the world? She’s usually the one making fun of her friends for falling for people they barely know. It always seemed strange to her when one of them went on leave, single, and came back engaged or even married. Now. Now she’s starting to understand.

Missing that shaggy blonde is something she’s becoming use to, opening up her photos, she smiles when she comes across the last selfie of she and Marty...the last time they were together. The night of their first date. After that night they made it a point to have Skype dates at least once a week and…

“Excuse me, miss? You look like you could use a Twinkie?”

The Petty Officer’s attention slowly turns from the photo on her phone to the man standing in the aisle, her eyes wide in shock. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

Marty smiles, glad that his planned surprise worked out. He places his bag in the overhead bin just as she had earlier and takes his seat next to her, grabbing her hand. “I thought since we’re dating we could at least spend some time outside a war zone.”

“What about your big story?”

“I gave it to my co-worker.”

There he goes again, making her heart flutter with that grin. The palm of her hand finds his scruffy cheek, her thumb rubbing back and forth across his skin in a soothing motion. Closing the distance between them, she leans in and presses her lips to his. “Hi.”

He smiles, pressing his lips to hers once more. “Hi.”

She can’t help the look of awe written across her face as she leans her head back against the head rest, her eyes locked with his. Honestly, where did this guy come from?

“So, where are we gonna spend our two weeks?”

“I was actually headed to Glacier to do some hiking?”

“You know what else we should do?”

She raises her eyebrows in question. Normally she’d want to spend her leave alone, somewhere secluded in nature. But the added thought of him joining her is something that excites her more than she ever thought could’ve.

“Paddle boarding. Oooh, and we should totally do sunrise on one of the peaks. And we could build a fire at night...look at the stars.”

The enthusiasm he shows is something like a little kid on Christmas morning that just got a puppy. “I’d like that.”

XXXX

Present

She takes a deep breath as she places their dishes in the sink, trying to gather up the courage to say what she needs to tell him. “So I was thinking.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Never mind.”

He catches her arm, as she tries to walk past him. The defeated look on her face, breaking his heart. Something’s been off with her lately and for the life of him, he can’t figure out what it is. “I’m just playing. What were you thinking?”

As he pull her into his lap, a nervous chill runs through her body. Her eyes stay focused on the hem of his t-shirt, where her fingers currently play with the material. “I think we should go on vacation. You know before we can't for awhile.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Great, I already booked our cabin.”

Marty huffs a laugh, clearly not surprised by his wife’s actions. “So when you said we should, you meant we are.”

She shrugs, sending him an as innocent smile as she can muster up. Standing back up, she places a kiss to his lips before walking over to the counter. “Oh, before I forget, can you sign this card for Eric?”

“Yeah, what are my brother-in-laws up to anyway? Last time I talked to Sabatino they were in Tokyo for some tech company Eric was meeting with.” He curiously questions as he takes the card from his wife.

“They’re good. Sabatino’s suppose to get leave and they should be here for Thanksgiving.”

He nods, unaware of what’s about to happen next. “You got a pen?”

She watches as he scans the card and quickly takes the object out of her back pocket, handing it to him.

Without looking up, Marty takes hold of the pencil shaped object, ready to sign. It’s when he goes to write that he finally notices what’s really in his hand. “Um, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s in my hand?” His eyes stay glued to the object, afraid that if he breaks contact it will vanish.

“You have a Bachelor’s degree from Georgetown, I’m pretty sure you know what that is.”

He can’t not look at her now. His eyes find her beautiful brown doe eyed pupils. The nervousness so clearly evident. “I meant whose is it.”

“Well seeing as though I’m the one that handed it to you…”

“I need to sit down.” He braces his hand on the dinning room table, his body freezing when the implication finally settles inside his head.

“You are sitting down.” This is so not how she imagined this going. She thought he wanted this. They talked about it for so long, and they were on the same page...or so she thought.

XXXX

August 27, 2008

It had been a late afternoon hike that resulted in being caught in a rain storm and tracking through mud. Which led to a mud fight once they reached the cabin.

Kensi stepped out of her room, running a towel through her wet hair when her eyes went wide. There he was, shirtless, doing his daily 100 pushups in the middle of their cabin living room. To say a bolt of electricity coursed through her body would be an understatement.

Her eyes watch as his muscle expand and contract over and over again. It’s about a minute into her mesmerization when he turns and flashes her a quick smile, obviously feeling her check him out. A blush rises to her cheeks at being caught and she quickly walks around him.

Stepping into the kitchen, she goes through the motions to prepare some tea for them. Leaning against the island, she stares out the window, mesmerized by the mountainous landscape as the torrential rains continue to pour down. That’s when she feels his eyes on her.“You just gonna watch me forever?”

His eyes darken as she turns to look at him. There’s that spark, that heat that they’ve been feeling for so long. He want’s to touch her, to feel her. “I could watch you forever.” He closes the distance between them, pressing his body against hers as his lips find crook of her neck. “You beneath me. On top of me, crying out my name.”

“Marty.”

“I want you.”

Her breath catches, fingers finding his golden locks as his lips continue their assault on her jaw.“Touch me.”

He stops his onslaught of kisses and pulls back, their chests touching as they try to catch their breaths. The want and desire that he knows is in his eyes so clearly reflected in hers. He says the only thing that he knows to be true. “Once I touch you, you’re mine.”

She wants to say that she doesn’t belong to anybody, but she can’t because it wouldn’t be true. Shaking her head, she takes a deep breath, feeling the bulge in his pants press into her heat. “I’m already yours.”

And that’s all he needs to hear. His hand finds the back of her thigh, lifting it up to his waist. She immediately jumps up, wrapping both legs around him, moaning as his rock hard cock press against her silk covered pussy.

The photojournalist guides them back into the living room, sitting down on the couch with the SEAL straddling his lap. As their tongues being to duel, his fingers find the hem of her t-shirt, lifting it up and over her head. “Holy shit.”

Her eyes follow his when she realizes that she never put a bra on after her shower. Before she can say anything though, his lips land on her pert nipple as his hand finds her other breast, massaging it. It’s been a long time since a man has ever touched her like this and something tells her he’s going to be the last.

“God, your breasts are amazing.”

Kensi unexpectedly pulls away from him, getting up off his lap, his brow furrows until he watches her strip the remainder of her clothing from her body. As she rids herself of her bottoms, she kneels down in front of him, and takes told of the elastic of his shorts. Pulling them down his legs, he watches as she comes face to face to his very hard member.

The moan that escapes her lips, making his eyes go wide. “If you don’t stop making those noises, this is going to be over before it gets started.”

A wicked grin crosses her face as she sticks out her tongue, flicking the head of his cock.

“Oh, my god.”

Standing up, she goes to straddle his lap once more. This time without the materials of their shorts separating them. She takes hold of his throbbing cock, rubbing his head between her wet folds.

Marty’s hands find her hips, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at her actions. “Stop playing with me, baby.”

Her heart speeds up, realizing what he just called her. Somehow that word slipping from his lips makes this all the more real. Putting him out of his misery, she slides his member into her aching wet heat. Both let out mirrored moans of pleasure before his lips are back on hers and their rhythms sync together, creating the most pleasure either one of them has ever had.

Stars explode sending them both over the edge, a feeling of being complete fills their beings as they ride out the wave of pure ecstasy. As their breaths even out, Kensi’s head finds his shoulder, taking in the beautiful scenery of the rainy afternoon and feeling that’s been building up for this man finally come to a head.

“I’m so glad I found you.”

“Me too.”

He takes a deep breath, gathering up the courage to say what’s been on his mind for awhile now. “I’m gonna say something. And I know it’s only been a few months but please don’t run.”

“Oh, god. You’re married.”

“No, I’m not married.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“What?” She asks, voice strained.

His fingers run up and down her spine, in awe of this moment and how he feels about this woman in his arms. “I know we’ve only really been on two dates but the way you make me feel…especially when I’m in the middle of a desert…I’ve never saw myself as someone that needed another person, I was always content being alone.” His eyes find hers, as she looks up at him. Mismatched brown orbs, swirling with an emotion he’s not really sure how to define. “But you changed all that, I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you.”

“I…”

“I understand if it’s too much I just-“ His attention turns to the scene outside their cabin, afraid that his vulnerable side might be too much for her.

Her palm finds his cheek, turning his face back towards her. The emotions so clearly evident in his eyes tells her that he’s never been this open and honest with someone in his life, which makes her feelings for him grow even more.“I love you, too.”

A look of awe and disbelief cross his face at her declaration. He always hoped that she felt the same way as he did but he never truly expected it. “You-you do?”

XXXX

Present

She really thought he’d react differently than what she’s seeing right now. They always wanted a family but had decided to wait until they were ready to find new jobs because neither of them wanted their kids growing up not knowing if they’re parents would make it back home or not. “I thought you’d be happy.”

He shakes himself out of his trance, the sadness in her voice drawing him out. “What?”

She feels the tears begin to pool in her eyes, not sure if it’s from the hormones or his reaction…or both. “I thought you wanted to have kids."

Seeing the tears in her eyes and realizing that he has yet to really say anything. Marty hops up off the chair, gathering her in his arms, his lips finding the crown of her head. “Oh, baby, I do. I’m so happy.”

“Really?”

“I love you so much.” Pulling away from their embrace slightly, his finger finds her chin, lifting her head up so that he can look her in the eyes when he tells her. “I can’t wait to have a little girl that looks just like you.”

“What’s wrong then?” Her brow furrows, curious about his reaction.

“I just waiting to wake up.”

“Come again?”

“That’s what he said.”

Shaking her head, she can’t help the smile that crosses her face.

“This is usually the part of my dream where I wake up.”

That’s when it hits her. He’s so desperately wanted this for so long that he was expecting it not to be true. “Well, this is definitely not a dream. You’re going to be a daddy.”

He brings his lips to hers, the smiles on both of their faces making them laugh joyfully. Marty lifts her up, spinning her around in excitement. “And you’re going to be a mommy.”

Once he stops spinning, she leans down, pressing her forehead against his. Their eyes dancing with so many emotions. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

XXXX

A/N: That new pairing is what happens when I’m left alone with my thought for too long. Here’s to Beatino.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #AU #War Zone #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic #Move Mountains

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bitchardhendricks · 4 years

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Well I’ve Never Been to Heaven (But I’ve Been to Oklahoma) pt 11

As you can imagine, I’ve been having a lot of feelings about my hometown this week in particular. But while on a national stage it’s painted as being full of fanatical zealots hellbent on worshipping at the altar of a fascist demagogue, the reality that I’ve seen from the majority of its citizens this week is compassion, empathy, care, and concern. That mix is the brutal reality of the place that made me - a place not unlike a lot of your own hometowns, if I had to guess. I think overall, that’s the feeling I want to capture in all the parts of Tulsa fic. I wrote this part weeks and weeks ago, before any mention of the rally, but it feels fitting to post this week. I hope you’re all doing well out there, staying strong, staying safe, and taking care of each other.

***

They spend a few hours exploring the myriad shelves at Gardner’s; every time they walk into another room, Jared expects them to finally reach the end of the labyrinth, and every time there’s yet another room beyond. Richard shows Jared the spot tucked into a corner by the sci-fi section where he would spend long summer afternoons discovering new worlds with Bradbury and Asimov, Heinlein and Herbert.

Jared finds a used Pioneer Woman cookbook to buy for Diane - “Do you think she’d like this? I noticed she didn’t have this one when I was perusing her cookbooks this morning.”

Richard has no idea, but tries to be enthusiastic. “Um. I mean, yeah, probably, she’ll love it.”

Richard wonders what it must be like to be a person who notices things like that, makes notes of gifts to buy for people. Someone who’s thoughtful and kind and just fucking nice. He wonders, not for the first time, why Jared isn’t somewhere better, with better people, people who are like him. He wonders, also not for the first time, if his vision - Pied Piper, the company, changing the world one compressed byte at a time - is worth enough for Jared to stick around when the reality (when Richard himself) is so vastly disappointing.

He stops paging through back issues of Fantastic Four and looks up to watch Jared flipping through records in the section across the aisle from him. Sometimes Jared’s very existence throws Richard off-balance. His posture, his competence - everything about Jared is so put together and accomplished, like he’s been practicing for hours every day to make being a grown-up look so simple. His long, nimble fingers move over the records with ease and surety. Like a pianist, Richard thinks. Good with his hands. Jared must feel the weight of his gaze, and he looks up with a bemused expression that Richard knows means, Goodness, I’m so sorry, was I being too distracting? Richard’s face grows inexplicably warm. He shakes his head sheepishly - no, you’re ok - and Jared goes back to browsing.

He only watches for a minute or so before another guy squeezes past him trying to get to the Daredevil comics, and he jumps guiltily out of the way. “Hey Jared, we should ah, get going. Lots more to see.”

As they pay for their purchases, the sunny blonde cashier’s hand lingers against Jared’s long pianist fingers when she hands him his change.

Richard snatches his bag of books out of her hands and stalks off before she can finish saying, “Have a nice day!”

***

They drive for 15 minutes or so, the air conditioner cranked up, until Richard slows down in front of a huge pavilion with a banner advertising GUN SHOW flapping disconsolately in the muggy June air. Jared pales, hit by a vivid memory of a Saturday afternoon spent with Uncle Jerry and his friends at a civic center filled with the smell of testosterone and gun oil and the sounds of boisterous laughter and Lynyrd Skynyrd bouncing off the concrete walls. “Richard, I don’t--” he begins, but the car pulls into a neighborhood directly across from the huge building.

Richard puts it in park and turns to see the look on Jared’s face. “Oh - fuck, Jared, did you think I was taking you to an actual gun show? Jesus, c’mon man. No, it’s ah,” he opens his door and stands up, wedged in the vee of the car door and turning to point. “Better angle from here. See the statue? It’s the Golden Driller.”

Jared also gets out of the car to look and follows Richard’s indication. Towering above the pavilion is what looks to be a giant man made of stone the color of sand standing next to an oil derrick. The figure he cuts is imposing - Jared estimates he must be at least 7 stories tall, with his workman’s boots the size of school buses splayed shoulder-width apart, one hand on his hip and one hand resting possessively on top of the massive derrick like a hunter posing with a prized kill. His face is cut in austere lines, a square jaw, a long slash of a nose, a heavy brow hidden under a hard hat of some kind with a wide brim. He’s shirtless, and his broad shoulders narrow to a waist with a belt around it that says TULSA.

“He’s very tall,” Jared says, which makes Richard laugh. With a darted glance to confirm Richard isn’t laughing at him, Jared also laughs, surprised and a little dizzy.

“This is like - he’s THE symbol of Tulsa, you know. The baseball team is named after him, the stadium. When I was a kid, I was obsessed with this statue, we’d pass it and I’d just start like,” Richard mimes shaking his fists back and forth in the air in wild jubilation, “‘It’s the Tulsa Driller!’ I don’t even know why, heh. Kid stuff. I think probably everyone who lives here has a picture of themselves with that statue. It’s like a Tulsa rite of passage.”

He reaches over the roof of the Camry palm up and looks at Jared, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Wanting, expectant. Jared can hardly stand it, rooted to the spot and captured by that look as neatly as a rabbit in a snare. With a sly grin, Richard finally speaks. “C’mon, gimme your phone. You wanted to document the trip, right?”

A Tulsa rite of passage, he thinks, and fumbles in his pocket for his phone. Richard unlocks it with his fingerprint - thank goodness for the day Jared had insisted they spend setting up their emergency contacts and preparedness protocols - and gestures for Jared to come around the car and pose in frame with the colossal statue. “A little to the right - ah, my right, sorry - and uh, put your hands y’know - “ Richard half-attempts the Driller’s pose and ends up more akin to a little teapot before he aborts the gesture, embarrassed. “OK, look stern. You’re an oil man now, you gotta - yeah, that’s, that’s great,” he says, giggling as Jared puts on an exaggerated scowl. The shutter clicks in rapid succession as Richard crouches down, getting a better angle. “Yes, perfect, you’re a natural, Jared,” he teases lightly and Jared’s scowl disappears, replaced with a grin so wide he hears his jaw creak.

Richard lets the phone fall from in front of his face for a second, faltering, and just looks at Jared with a matching grin that’s febrile, electric, before taking a few more photos. When he hands the phone back to Jared, he avoids any further eye contact, looking down at the ground and hurrying back to hop in the car.

Jared follows, hoping the spell hasn’t been entirely broken on this inexplicable wonder of a day. As they drive to their next destination, Richard is quiet, contemplative. Just as Jared is about to ask if there’s something bothering him, Richard breaks the silence. “There’s a plaque by the Driller - we went to Expo Square there, that building, on a field trip in middle school for some like, multicultural fair, I don’t know. But my teacher, she made a huge deal about this plaque, right, and I still remember it, it, it said something like um, ‘Golden Driller, dedicated to the men of the petroleum industry, who um..with their uh vision and bravery uh, benefitted all mankind.’”

“Ah. Perhaps not all,” Jared cedes, and Richard nods furiously.

“Right, like, I mean look how that fucking worked out for everybody. And they’re y’know, displacing Native Americans and like, if you’re not white you’re fucked, and just annihilating the goddamn planet, and they’re building monuments to themselves like they’re so, so fucking magnanimous. Right?” He grips the steering wheel with knuckles going white and Jared nods along with him, attempting to remain afloat on the tempestuous sea of Richard’s emotions.

“You’re thinking of Gavin,” he says, and Richard’s jaw clenches mutinously in a way that tells Jared he’s right. The wound that Gavin has inflicted upon Richard’s soul is so raw and ragged, even after all this time, and it makes Jared ache to see him lash out like this, a proud lion tortured by the venomous thorn in his paw.

“He doesn’t have a case, Richard - you know that and I know that. In the annals of history, people will remember Richard Hendricks far longer than they’ll ever remember Gavin Belson, and not because you erect monuments to your greatness in the sky. The most enduring legacies are built by leaders who inspire love, not fear.”

Richard snorts, “Great. I can’t inspire either one for shit.”

The words clamor in his throat like a swarm of bees, and he can’t quite keep them contained. With his hands clutched tight in his lap, Jared says in a rush, like a compulsion, “Oh, Richard, that’s just not true.”

Richard glances at him, looks away. Glances back. Jared offers up a smile he hopes is reassuring rather than ghoulish, and decides the safest course of action is to redirect Richard’s focus away from Gavin. This is supposed to be a vacation, after all. “Anyway, let’s focus on Tulsa and all her hidden wonders. Where are we going next on the grand Hendricks magical mystery tour?”

The digital clock in the car reads 4:50, and Richard appears to do some mental math in his head. He shifts in his seat, perking up a little, and Jared breathes out a sigh of relief. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.

“We’ve got time for one more thing and it’s...well,” Richard taps on the steering wheel in a beat Jared is coming to recognize as his tell when he’s eager, excited to show off something. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

#jarrich #silicon valley hbo #sv squad #Richard Hendricks #jared dunn #sv fic #my sv fic #Well I've never been to Heaven

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 5 years

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Natural Selection.

Cas is 'The Secret Boyfriend' in Dean's phone.

He was originally Cass, till Cas saw it once and was horrified enough for Dean to feel guilty.

Soon enough, he was Cas <3 because he happened to leave his cell lying around Sam.

And then, when Cas and Dean started - well - calling each other boyfriends; Charlie had frowned when he'd referred to it as starting to date, because apparently, they'd been doing that for years already - Dean changed it himself to 'Bf', induced by a particular drunken night of missing him terribly.

There were further transitions, all revolving about the same theme. There was a certain thrill, Dean realised. Occasionally, Cas would want to know what he was being called that week, with that soft smile on his face, and Dean would be proud to tell him.

Sometimes he'd have to explain the nicknames. Good times.

He never has to ask, though. Dean has been Humanity in Cas’s phone, long since Crowley got his hands on it.

One sunny morning, during breakfast in their windowless kitchen, Cas asks him again. Dean just nudges his phone in his direction, occupied in trying to get his omelette fit in the pan just right.

Cas laughs when he sees, Cas, secret boyfriend. He reads it aloud to Dean, who has his back turned to him, shirtless and apron adorned.

Dean practically stutters around to stare at him. "But -" He was sure he'd put Cherrypie earlier that week, so how could it have changed since - unless, of fucking course, Gabriel must have got his hands on it again. Goddammit. It seems to be his newest way of annoying Dean. "I didn't -" He begins.

But Cas has a faint smile on his lips, as he edits it himself, nimble fingers now having learned to be quick as they dance across the keyboard.

Dean leans over his shoulder to read, and Cas tilts his head to let Dean see. "That made it seem like there might be others." His scruff strokes Dean's bicep as he told him. It tickles.

"Other secret boyfriends?" Dean repeats, licking his lips, leaning in further and allowing Cas to press his lips to the corner of Dean's shy smile.

"Other Cas's." Cas corrects.

"Nah." Dean shakes his head, if only to get Cas's lips to move against his cheek. "You're the only Cas for me, Cas." Cas's lips curl into a smile, and it's a smooth transition, he can feel it right on his skin. Dean loves being close to Cas.

"You're the only Dean for me too." Cas tells him frankly, dimpling as he finally plants an actual kiss on Dean's lips, by using a hand to turn his jaw to get it on the mark just right. Dean's eyes close instantly, when Cas cups his face. They linger.

For a moment too long, or maybe too little, they're lost. Then, Dean lets his hand fall on the back of Cas's neck, and ghost the inside of his collar, and Cas shifts in his seat, putting some distance between them. If Cas hadn't pulled back just then, Dean could bet he would've ended up straddling him - even for as sweet as they'd been kissing.

Cas sighs, softly, as if he was returning from somewhere. "Dean, I think your omelette just turned into scramble."

"Oh, well." Dean grins, straightening. Satisfied. "You'd eat whatever I fed you."

"You've taught me that's love." Cas throws back, half accusatory, mostly just smiling. Dean feels a flutter in his insides at the word, as he turns back to the stove.

And that's the story of how Cas started being called The Secret Boyfriend by Dean's phone.

***

There's Cas smiling at him, head tucked under Dean's arm and everything, whenever he unlocks his phone to his home screen.

When Dean got his first phone under his real name, he was seventeen.

John surprised him with it.

It wasn't even his birthday or anything. There was a vamp nest, a couple cities over. And that time, Sam had won the argument with Dad, and the brothers were to stay behind - and go to school, Sam had primarily argued - while John went off to take care of the hunt. But it was close to holiday season, so no motels had vacancies for more nights than one, and they were looking to stay indefinitely - so John's only option had been to rent a flat.

It was a one bedroom place, the kind which would've been cramped if they'd had any furniture at all. The building had an air of misery, but it was probably just the cold. Even the landlord didn't live there anymore.

But now, Sam was thirteen and tall, and Dean worked weekends - so they were old enough in John's book, to be left back; with money that wasn't theirs, and that one cellphone with a month's bill paid. Dean's first phone.

The next day, lying on the bed because they hadn't bought a new couch and Dean definitely wasn't going to touch the one that'd come with the house unless at gunpoint, Dean set his first wallpaper.

It was Gunnar Lawless, flexing a bicep, and smirking over his shoulder, head cocked as if to look right into Dean's eyes, as he stared at his screen in wonder. Someday, he'd have guns like those, and friends like him. Someday, he'd be a man like him.

John returned in a week's time. They drove away. (Didn't even tell the landlord they were vacating the house, because then they'd have to give reasons. Lying wasn't a problem. But it got boring, sometimes.)

Dean grew up.

When he hit nineteen - around the same time he moved to that one highscool in Texas where he'd eventually meet Rhonda Hurley, he made a friend.

Ben was cool. He taught Dean things, though he probably didn't know Dean was learning from him. Dean was good at that.

Once, Ben had snickered at some guy's clothes. Said it was a lot. Guys were supposed to keep it cool. Keep it simple, keep it casual.

Those had been the origins of 'Less is More'. The basics are the classics, a little is a lot, things like that. If you were untraditional about things like mobile wallpapers, you were trying too hard.

Dean knew that was stupid.

Dean also knew he was going to change it to the default.

He felt good about it for just about a minute, and then just foolish. He would even have changed it back, Ben could screw off, he didn't care, if only he'd kept staring at his screen for longer. But break was over, and Dean picked up his books and Ben picked up his, and they went off to class.

Sadly, the boring grey squares stuck with Dean for much longer than the school and his friend did.

Much later, when highschool was all done, and Sammy was all gone - Dean changed it to Baby.

It had been a night spent wholly driving, with Dad passed out next to him. Don't worry, he was alright. Just the final showdown of a hunt, and then the alcohol. Never a good pair, Dean remembered thinking, back then.

It was a good angle for Baby, showed off her strength, magnificence and color. Dean felt almost proud of the photo he'd taken. The aluminium glistened and the glass had a cleaner sheen somehow. She looked terrific, headlights blazing and everything - and it was his. They'd had that conversation earlier that night, and though John had been sufficiently drunk, Dean knew he'd remember his words. The Impala was his. Hell, Dean didn't spare a thought to the former definition of cool, as he changed his wallpaper.

His car was what was fucking cool. Anybody who wanted to tell him otherwise could go screw himself.

Baby stayed on Dean's homescreen for a long time.

Sometimes he'd replace it with newer, better pictures he took of her. Sam would grin, tell Dean he was very good at photography for someone with such a crappy camera, and Dean would flip him off with a mirroring grin.

Baby finally got off his screen, years later.

Dean didn't know what had got into him, but he swears to himself that he was at least a little bit drunk to have been googling 'I Killed Hitler' quote images.

It was also weird how he got one which matched his tastes perfectly - black background, text in unavoidable bold purple. There were a lot of options on the internet.

That part was stupid, too. He knew that none of them killed Hitler. Of course, because it was he who did.

But he did end up finding the perfect one, and Dean had it on his screen for a good bit of time too. He'd occasionally shove it in Sam's face, for example, to prove a completely unrelated point - just to savor the way his brother looked at him like nothing annoyed him more than Dean did.

And then, there was that day, when Cas came back from his run with Sam - he accompanied him on the days when it looked like Dean wouldn't get up till they're back, Dean knew - and promptly declared that he was going to start taking selfies.

Apparently he'd seen many people doing it, had been seeing them do it for years, and was affirmative that he wanted to try it. It almost certainly didn't help when Dean informed him that he hadn't taken a single selfie in his entire life and that he was living just fine.

Cas had always been stubborn.

And he had a phone, now. And, he certainly had always had a way with Dean.

"Why are you so difficult, Dean? Why is it so hard for you to smile at the camera?" Cas grumbled, probably fashioning his tone to sound doubly as annoyed as he was.

"'Cause it's not the camera. I'm smiling at myself here, Cas." Dean rolled his eyes. "It's dumb." He had his phone held at eyelevel, he refused to take it any higher. Then what would be the frigging difference between him and those -

"Then smile at me." Cas interrupted, as an effective idea came to him, and he slid into the picture next to Dean. "There. It's not dumb to smile at me, is it?"

Dean sighed, maybe a little flustered. Cas was pressing up against him pretty close to get in the frame. "You know you're really frigging weird, right?"

"I have a fair idea." Cas beamed at him, and pushed Dean's face with his own to fit fully. Dean had to resist snorting at that. What a complete dork. "There." Cas announced. "We look good. Click on the button. It's the white one -"

"I know how to take a goddamn photo, Cas -"

"- then why aren't you doing it?" Cas cut in, slipping into the tone he saves for when he wants to pretend he's really had enough of Dean's fusses. "I don't see you taking the photo, Dean -"

"I can't do it with the hand which is holding the phone, you stupid -" Dean groaned, trying to twist his arm out of where Cas had squeezed it between their bodies, in his nagging at Dean. "It'll fall if I do that. And I can't use my other hand, because then it'll block your face -"

"Oh, leave it to me." Cas huffed, frustrated, and taking the phone from Dean's outstretched hand. "I'll - let me do it, Dean. I'll do it." Dean clawed at the air to get the phone back but Cas was stretching it away now. At least Dean got to untangle his other arm, and didn't even notice as he slung it around Cas - out of habit, or something. "Now you smile, and I'll just press the button in the middle, and -"

"I know how to take a photo, goddammit!" Dean snapped, right as Cas took the photo. Cas turned at him with a frown, because of that.

It came out pretty candid, was all the praise anyone could offer.

They took more photos. Dean even smiled in a few - believe him, he tried not to. Cas smiled in most, and in some rare ones, the smile crinkled his eyes and showed off his gums - and they luckily coincided with exactly one of Dean's smiling photos, and it was a perfect one, that one.

If it means Cas will smile like that, Dean's going to take more pictures.

It's not till weeks later, when Dean's scrolling through his gallery looking for something important, that he sees the picture for the first time. It's almost impossible to look away.

He can't seem to recall the other details surrounding it, anymore. Just what the photo shows him, and just the way Cas looks in it, with his hair dark and wild, and his eyes shining from having gotten Dean to comply. Collar slightly upturned from Dean's arm making it that way, and his head turned slightly as if he were about to just look at the real Dean before the camera captured the moment. His smile, proud of the fancy new activity, with glances of barely there dimples hiding in his stubble. He's beautiful, and he's happy, and it's a good picture, if there ever was one.

And of course, in the picture too, Dean's only got his eyes on Cas.

In that moment, Dean Winchester had found exactly what he wanted to see, whenever he unlocked his phone, for the rest of his life. And that's the story of how Dean found his wallpaper, for the ages.

(And yes, ever since they enabled different wallpapers for the lockscreen and the homescreen, he's had eleven year old Sammy dressed as a pumpkin for a school halloween fest, on the former. He collected the photo from Missouri some time ago, and Sam detests it audibly, so obviously Dean isn't going to change it ever.)

***

The story about ringtones isn't even that long.

It started off with 'Wanted Dead Or Alive', because the spunky, daydreaming teenage boy he never got to be, but maybe also did - seemed to connect to Bon Jovi's lyrics on a stupidly basic level.

His ringtones made their way through the classics. Bob Dylan, Elton John, John Lennon, Bruce Springsteen. Had Eye Of The Tiger for a long time. He had Kansas, Guns 'N Roses, Pink Floyd. He remembers he had Smoke on the Water for a while. All good ones.

After dying a hundred and four times in 2008, he switched to Heat Of The Moment. Sam bitchfaced at him all through those weeks of Asia.

Kevin was the one who brought to his attention, years later, that if they really committed such criminal levels of identity theft, they should try to blend in more. It was right after his phone had suddenly come alive with Freddie Mercury singing, in the middle of a discussion with the sheriff.

"Good taste, no offense." Kevin had begun. "But you've gotta step it down, if you don't want to be noticed any more than you already do."

"He's right." Sam had joined in. "At least give up something. Nobody can get you to stop your vintage muscle car around, and she drives like a farm tractor on some roads, Dean."

"Shut your face, bitch." Dean had thrown back, instantly. "Kevin's obviously talking about your golden frigging mane, okay? Get the damn thing cut, and I'll look into silencers or whatever."

Of course, neither of those things ever happened, or would ever happen. But Dean did listen to their resident prophet, and change his ringtone to the Apple ringtone most important people have.

Instead of a legend singing at him, he got musical beeping in a ridiculously annoying rhythm. But it stuck.

It stayed, for good.

(Well, there was that one night, when they were all high in spirits and drunk in celebration, just Cas and him that too, and it had seemed genius to get Cas to record a message for his ringtone in his worst, deepest deadpan.

Cas was easily convinced - the terrific inebriation levels in both of them had to have helped, too - and Dean had woken up in the morning to his phone ringing in Cas's mechanical voice, except this time it was actually machine-driven. "Dean. Dean, pick up the phone. You're being called. You should pick up the phone, Dean. I think -" and Dean hadn't got to hear more of it, completely grizzled by sleep, because although he fucking loved Cas's unfairly hot voice most days, he'd snapped and picked up the phone - only to have Sam cackle at him from the other end and smugly ask him how he likes his new ringtone.

Maybe it had been Sam's idea, after all. Dean obviously would never recall, and the smartass must've known that. He knows all the kinds of drunk Dean can be.

Also, Cas did say 'Dean' a lot, didn't he? But that's a story for another time.)

That's all that can be said on the matter of ringtones. Dean goes back to the beeps soon enough - they're also kind of easy to get used to, he hadn't known that before. Sam has 'normal' ringtones too, and it's fun to try and guess whose - and which of their dozens of phones are ringing, especially on inventory days. They made it into a game years back.

Cas, on the other hand? He keeps his phone on vibrate, ever since Jack confided in him how cool it looked, when in the middle of a crowd, or a heated scene, no one notices but Cas feels the vibrations first, and noiselessly picks up his phone and begins to speak.

Like a spy who wears a secret headset, Jack had gone on to say. The perks of basically being a wave, Dean had scoffed, grinning still. He was supposed to be the cool dad. You get to hear all your fellow wavelengths.

Cas had just shrugged.

So on vibrate, it stayed - and no one really knows if Castiel even has a ringtone, let alone what it is. The vibration mode is a good enough explanation.

Dean, though, has a fairly good idea of what it might be.

After all, he was who Cas approached for help in retrieving it off Dean's own gift, into his phone's storage.

It's the twelfth song on the mixtape.

Ramble on.

***

Lucyyyy! This one's for you! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, and I know I'm late, oh so late, but you're very sweet to still allow me to give you a present ❣️✨ Hope you enjoy this, @all-or-nothing-baby, and everyone who reads this should go wish her a belated happy birthday~~<3

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FFT:no selfies in the bathroom please ; captain america

Notes:

This one got buried deep on my blog too but I truly did enjoy writing for Cap. And I’m probably gonna do one hell of a lot more of it. For now, this is a start.

Summary:

Roxy is on a cruise and it’s not going well at all. A phone conversation with Captain America, however, gives her something to look forward to.

Pairing:

Captain America x OFC, Roxy.

Warnings:

uhhh innuendo, flirting..

“I’m rethinking my decision to go without sunscreen. Holy shit, everything hurts.” Roxy cringed at her sunburnt skin in the mirror. The cell phone pinged and Roxy grabbed it, scanning the text from Natasha.

← How’s Cancun?

← Meet any guys on the cruise?

Roxy bit her lip and dragged a hand through tousled deep golden brown waves. She’d have to worry about her skincare predicament later. She’d gone almost a week with no contact and she knew that Natasha texting was a passive way of her team mate pointing it out, so she figured that rather than risk Fury sending down agents and ruining what was left of her vacation, she’d better just answer.

→ Welp, I’m sunburnt so bad that I don’t even wanna think about clothes, I drank so much rum I tried to go into the wrong cabin and now there’s a storm rolling in for the rest of the week, so.. 5 out of 10. Not too bad, but could’ve gone so much better. How’s the mission going? How’s Captain?

→ Yeah, several married fuckboys. I’ve given up on the stupid mixers they hold on this cruise, it’s pointless… I repeat, how is Captain holding up?

Scrolling through Spotify, Roxy found her favorite hair metal playlist and turned it up as loud as the volume would go to keep the sound of the neighbors hate fucking from echoing through the wall separating the rooms. When Bon Jovi barely covered the moans and growls and bed creaking, Roxy glared at the wall, flipping it off before stepping close.

“Can you two knock it the entire fuck off? Some of us are trying to take a nap before the next call to port.”

“Jealous much?” the muffled reply came through and Roxy rolled her eyes, sticking her finger down her throat as she pretended to gag while muttering to herself, “Not likely.”

Which was, of course, a total lie. Because hell yes, she was jealous. Very jealous. Insanely jealous.

…. If you’d stop being a little bitch and just make a move already…. Who knows? You two might have even gotten together and maybe you’d be getting your own action right now that’s not battery operated….

….Steve isn’t that kind of guy…. But at least you wouldn’t be alone on this damned cruise….

–

“Did you hear anything?”

The question had Natasha smirking to herself through a curtain of vibrant red hair. She knew telling Roxy total radio silence from the team for a while might be a good thing and if her suspicions were right, Cap’s tone held just the slightest hint of concern. Natasha finally pulled herself out of the text conversation that she was having with Roxy and looked up at the man, giving a shrug as she responded “Maybe?”

“Well?” Steve’s hand raised, slowly dragging through shaggy hair. Shaggier than he’d ever worn it before, but he refrained from cutting it mostly because he was too lazy and too picky. And maybe the new team member Roxy had something to do with it, the way she was always playing with it, his mind was quick to add but he shoved out the thought before it could fully form.

That would be too weird. Despite outward appearances and overall physical health suggesting otherwise, Steve kept circling back to one simple fact. He was old enough to be Roxy Davenport’s grandpa.

He lowered himself into the seat next to Natasha and before Natasha could move her phone out of sight, he caught sight of the screen.

Of Roxy in a bikini that was… Definitely daring. Left very little to the imagination. Natasha smirked triumphantly at the fact that he was gaping like an ass and after closing the screen out, she shrugged. “She hates the cruise. First the airport lost her luggage, so she had to buy clothes. Then she spent all night above deck at one of those mixers and apparently drank so much rum she wandered into the wrong cabin below deck. Then at the last port, she got propositioned by some really questionable looking local man. And now, she apparently fell asleep sunbathing and according to her, becoming a nudist is looking appealing.”

“Yeah.. The sunburn..” Steve was still trying to make words form properly and with a cough he finished, “It looked really bad. Didn’t she have any sunscreen?”

“Yeah. Here. In the bathroom on our wing. She forgot to pack it.”

Steve shook his head, clucking his tongue as he did so. “I told her a thousand times to pack it.”

Natasha’s cell phone started to ring and as soon as she saw Roxy’s contact information and photo on the screen, she passed it off to Steve and left the room.

Staying hidden outside the door, of course. Maybe if she forced them to talk they actually would. And they’d get along just like she felt they would.

They both needed someone, and they both felt something.. Steve was just more reluctant to show it than Roxy.

–

“Steve?” the reception was bad. The storm was starting to roll in and due to the water being a little choppy, they were currently docking at some island port to ride out the storm before going any further. Roxy stood on her bed, peering out the porthole window. “Where’s Nat?”

“Nat handed me the phone and left.” Steve shifted around in his seat, trying to will away the image of her in black fabric scraps. But he couldn’t. “Do you send all your friends personal pictures?”

“Huh?”

… way to go, Steve… way to make it awkward… Steve took a deep breath and shifted around in his seat some more, grabbing for the remote on the table in front of him. “Nevermind, I… That wasn’t my business.”

Roxy gave a soft laugh but eyed the phone with a raised brow. He almost sounded a little… Bothered… by the picture she’d sent Natasha so Nat could see her sunburn and how severe it was.

No, Roxy thought to herself, that cannot be it. There’s no way plain ol’ me has worked Captain freakin America up, nope.

It didn’t stop her from hoping that maybe she had though.

“Honestly, that picture wasn’t that bad. The stupid swimsuit didn’t fit but like… There’s worse on my Instagram, trust me.”

“Define worse.” Steve couldn’t help the way it just came out. He bit his lip as he tried not to say anything else. If he opened his mouth one more time, he was almost 100 percent sure that the way he felt -and how jealous it made him sometimes whenever Starlord or Thor flirted with her and she seemed to flirt right back, that was all gonna come tumbling out before he could stop it.

“You’ve seen it. You’re following my Instagram.” Roxy stifled a soft giggle. On his end, Steve took a deep breath and tried to go back in his mind, tried to remember what Instagram was and how he’d wound up following her. It hit him then.. Tony. Tony made him an Instagram and he’d followed everyone he worked with on Instagram. After the first few days, the novelty wore off and he rarely looked at it now.

Curiosity got the best of him, so while he was talking on Natasha’s phone, he took his own out of his pocket, going to the app. Going to her page and when he did, he coughed and swore to himself.

Roxy heard him mutter a quiet and almost growled “Fuck” under his breath and she raised a brow. “Everything okay there, Cap?”

“Everything is..” but he couldn’t get any words to come because his eyes were glued to her Instagram profile, snickering softly to himself when he hit play on a video she posted the night before, her singing karaoke to some song he’d heard her listening to a time or two.

“Yeah?” Roxy muttered, wondering what the hell was up with Steve. This was the most he’d said to her since the last mission they went out on together. The one where they had to act as husband and wife and maybe things got a little… Tense when they were in closed quarters.

… you walked in on him after he showered and then he accidentally grabbed your tits trying to secure the wire…

“Fine.” Steve finally managed to answer, letting out a shaky breath and continuing to scroll. That bikini made it’s first appearance further down the timeline. He tugged at the collar of his fitted white tee and took a deep breath.

“You sure? You sound like you’re not feelin well, Captain.”

“I’m fine. Just.. Hot. Yeah, it’s hot here.” Steve was partially telling the truth. “Have you done anything about the sun burn?”

“Ice bath.”

…. But the sunburn wasn’t the only reason I needed it, thanks a lot Tasha, posting a video of you sparring, sir…. The thought came quickly and Roxy tried to shove it out.

But even now, all she could see was him sparring with one of the rookies.. Or doing push ups, shirtless.

It was burned into her brain.

“That’s all? You need some aloe or somethin on that, doll. Because from that picture you sent Nat… You don’t look good at all.”

… way to go, Steve, there’s absolutely no way you could screw this up worse if you tried… you know what you’re doing, act like it…

“Gee, thanks.” Roxy pouted.

“I don’t mean like that, you look damn good, just.. The burn not so much.”

Roxy felt herself getting flustered. Everything about the tone and the phrasing… Was he flirting with her?

“Well, see, therein lies a problem, Captain. I kind of can’t reach the majority of the worst spots. And there’s no way I’m going to ask someone to rub aloe all over me.”

… unless it’s you, of course…

“If it’s still that bad when you get back I.. I mean if you need someone to rub…” Steve palmed his face, took a deep breath and finally managed to say it calmly and with a straight face, “I’ll do it.”

Roxy’s thighs tightened at the way he said it and the mental images it filled her mind with. “Oh you will, hmm?” her voice dropped a little and she bit her lip, suddenly fidgety. She settled down on the bed, trying to find some level of comfort against badly sunburnt skin. Oh god, I bet his hands would feel so fucking good against my skin… And that mouth.. He must have said something while she was on her little distracted mental tangent, because he said her name again.

“Yeah?”

“I was saying I’d do it.” Steve answered, trying to work up the nerve required to just go for it. Finally, he managed to do so. “Are you sure it’s a good idea posting those pictures you post?”

… so he’s looking at it now.. Interesting.. The thought came and Roxy gave a soft laugh, rolling onto her stomach and immediately regretting it when the thin blanket felt like prickly like a cactus instead of soft like it had before she’d gotten her sunburn. “Nobody really notices, I mean.. It’s a way to keep in touch with friends and stuff, let people see what I’m doing.”

Steve coughed a little, eyes scrolling through the comments on the black bikini pic. His breath hitched in his throat and he blurted out before he could stop himself, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Yeah, it’s itty bitty. I lost a dare. Otherwise, I’d never have gotten it.” Roxy muttered, scrolling through her messages. “Are you sure you’re okay, Captain? You sound a little out of it.”

“I��m fine. Just tired.”

“Yeah, I saw you sparring with the new guy. Looked pretty intense.” - her giggle really did something to him, he clenched his fists and unclenched them, standing up. Maybe if he moved around, he could get rid of the situation currently on the rise.

… I had a good reason too, Steve thought to himself as he chuckled quietly and stretched, catching sight of the time. “You did, huh?”

“I did. It was… Interesting.”

“Oh?” Steve asked as he moved towards the kitchen and grabbed himself a bottled water, drinking down half.

“Yeah. Ya know, I had quite the view myself.”

Roxy wanted to punch herself in the throat as soon as she said it, but it was out, no sense in covering it up. Steve coughed a little and chuckled again quietly. She sounded flustered. No, he didn’t dare get his hopes up. “Oh really now?”

Roxy took a deep breath. Now she could feel her face heating up and she could only imagine those baby blue eyes of his fixing on her.. That little smirk on his face and the way he rubbed his chin when in thought. She closed her eyes and imagined it almost perfectly, Steve wandering around the main room in the tower because he couldn’t ever really sit still when he had to have a phone conversation she’d noticed. Stretching his arms and the way the muscles would stand out as a result.

“Shit.” she gasped as she squirmed slightly and the thin blanket on her bed rubbed right against sunburnt flesh. Steve muttered quietly, “Language.” and Roxy retorted with a soft laugh, “Oh trust me.. If you were burnt like I am, you wouldn’t care about language.”

“I still can’t believe you forgot your sunscreen.”

“Me either.” Roxy groaned, lightly hitting her head against the mattress as she sighed and pulled herself up, sliding off the bed. “I think I packed some cooling gel though.” she rummaged through her suitcase. The neighbors were at it again, fighting as foreplay. She rolled her eyes at the wall and it must have been loud enough for Steve to hear because he asked what was going on.

“My neighbors have a makeup sex kink, apparently. They’re either fighting or going at it like rabbits.” she stopped by the wall separating the two rooms and banged loudly, “And I really wish they’d knock it the hell off so maybe I could get a little sleep.”

Steve snickered and coughed. Because naturally, given the current conversation and the fact that he felt like Roxy was definitely flirting with him and now he was attempting to do the same back, it was so much easier with the phone between them, his own mind went down an interesting path and he could imagine himself there with her.. Rubbing the aloe into her skin. Trailing his hands over curves. Pressing his chest against her back and laughing, giving her some kind of smooth remark about her ability to fall asleep practically anywhere and stay asleep not doing her any favors this time. Holding her as they drifted off to sleep.

“If you’re not havin any fun by yourself doll, why go on the cruise alone?”

“My grandma bought me tickets to this damn thing and I love my grandma, so I was not about to turn this down. She wanted me to come on here and meet someone like she did a long time ago.. But like..” Roxy laughed and Steve took another long sip of water, waiting on her to finish her sentence. Which she never did.

Steve wasn’t about to bring it up, either. But he did find himself wondering what she might have been about to say.

“Hey, Captain?”

“Yeah?” he took a deep breath.

“If you really wanna apply my aloe when I’m back at the tower, I won’t object.” almost the second Roxy let it slip out, she was instantly on pins and needles. Maybe she’d said it because she was lonely and she wished she wasn’t on the cruise by herself. Maybe she said it because she’d held in her feelings entirely too long. Maybe being on the cruise and having distance between them via a phone line made her entirely too brave. She took a deep breath and started to speak up and say it was silly, but to her surprise, Steve spoke up first.

“You won’t, huh? Well, see..” Steve wandered back over to the kitchen area, grabbing himself another bottled water. He was trying to make one last ditch effort not to say what he’d been holding back for so long, but he just couldn’t anymore. He took a deep breath, uncapping his water and drinking a little and then he continued to speak, “ The problem with this doll is that I don’t know I’d be able to just stop at rubbin aloe all over your burn.”

Out in the hallway, Natasha overheard and nearly choked on a cough. She stepped away from the door, pumping her fist in victory. It was taking everything in the woman not to burst in and tell him that she knew he had a thing for Roxy.

Steve wanted to kick himself, but then he heard her give this sexy little quiet whimper and it only pushed things a little further. “You’re a flirt.”

Roxy’s breath caught in her throat and she gave a soft laugh to cover the fact. “Yeah? And?” while she panicked internally.. Was he catching on to her subtly -and not so subtly flirting with him for months?

“Yeah. And sometimes,” Steve debated heavily on what he was going to say next, ultimately just going for it. Laying it all out there just seemed to be a good idea. “I mean, don’t get me wrong doll, I absolutely love it when you’re flirting with me. Others? Not so much..”

Roxy twisted a strand of hair around her fingertip as she mulled over what he seemed to be dancing around saying. She chose to play coy, asking instead, “ How’s this pertain to you rubbing me down, Captain?”

Steve caught the slight teasing tone to her voice and he rubbed his chin, took a bigger sip of water and then after about two seconds of contemplating it, he went for it, “It pertains because since I know I wouldn’t be able to stop with just covering your sunburns in aloe, doll… You’re gonna have to stop flirting with the other guys. Because I’m not really into sharing.”

Roxy did it again, that little whimper. If he could see her right now, she’d be as good as fucked, she was almost certain because she was fidgety and blushing all over beneath the sun burn, biting her lips and almost squirming where she stood, peering out the porthole window.

“What if I told you a little secret, Captain?”

“Oh? What’s that, baby doll?”

“I only flirt with them because you don’t seem to take hints well. So maybe I do it in the hopes that you’ll say somethin?”

Steve bit back a groan, leaning against the fridge as he chuckled quietly, dragged his fingers through his hair again. Suddenly it all made sense and he realized that apparently, Tony, Thor and Natasha were way more perceptive than he apparently was, because they’d all been telling him this for a month now and he refused to listen.

It felt freeing, laying it all out there, finally.

“In that case..” Steve’s breath caught in his throat and he went quiet as Natasha’s phone chirped, indicating low battery. “I’m gonna call you back on my phone.”

Roxy bit her lip and probably a little too quickly, she answered, “Yeah, do that. I really want to continue this conversation, Steve.”

“So do I, doll.” Steve muttered, grinning like an idiot as he hung up…

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smkkbert · 5 years

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Time for a story - A little crush

“God, that guy is so hot.”

Hearing Felicity say that, Oliver dropped the dishtowel to the counter quickly. He hurried over into the living room where Felicity was sitting, sprawled out on the couch, while she was watching TV.

“And a jealous husband appears.”

Although Felicity had mumbled those words under her breath, probably trying to hide them form him, Oliver hadn’t missed them.

“Who is hot?”

A smile was tugging at the corners of Felicity’s lips. She continued watching TV like she wasn’t aware or didn’t mind that he was standing there at all. Since Oliver knew her as well as nobody else knew her, he could see that she was very much aware and vigilant about his presence though.

Oliver guessed that she wanted to play this little game of teasing with him because she knew that his senses, especially his ears, were a lot more trained than the ears of most other people. If she hadn’t wanted his attention, she wouldn’t have said anything at all. If she wanted to play this game, he would happily join in though.

“So?” he asked once more and stepped around the couch. “Who is hot?”

Oliver rested his forearms on the back of the couch and leaned forward. He glanced at the TV, seeing some gossip show airing. Photos and videos of a tall Afro-American guy with broad shoulders and strong arms were being shown.

“He?” Oliver asked when Felicity still didn’t answer.

“Hm-hmm.”

Felicity hummed in agreement, nodding her head. Her eyes were almost like glued to the TV. When a video of that guy training shirtless started playing, Felicity sat up a little more upright and almost caused her head to bump under his chin. It would have probably ended painfully for both of them if Oliver hadn’t managed to pull away by the last second.

A low growl built in his chest when Oliver was watching the video. That guy would definitely not be able to hold himself in a fight against him, but he’d match his muscular appearance anytime. Maybe, his muscles were even a little bit more defined than Oliver’s were.

“Who is that guy?” Oliver asked once more. “I don’t think I know him.”

“His name is Idris Elba.”

Idris Elba. Oliver guessed it was a name he should add to the list of people he didn’t like. He didn’t know that guy at all, but that didn’t matter. Anyone who was able to attract Felicity’s attention with a handsome appearance belonged onto that list.

“Idris Elba,” Oliver repeated that name loud now. “Who’s that?”

“He’s said to be playing the new James Bond,” Felicity told him, “and I think James Bond has never looked hotter.”

“I thought you were into Pierce Brosnan, and wouldn’t accept any other actor to play James Bond after him.”

The report about Idris Elba ended just now. Finally, Felicity was able to tear her eyes away from the screen. She angled her head back and shot him an incredulous look.

“It’s Idris Elba.”

She said it like it would explain everything. Maybe for Felicity it did. For Oliver, it just rose more questions.

“I think I will have to google a photo of him and save it as my new background for my phone,” Felicity told him. “What’s better than seeing his face every time I grab my phone?”

Oliver had an answer for that. He actually had a thousand answers for that. Instead of voicing any of them, he just bit down on his tongue though. Felicity was way too good at playing this game of teasing.

“Well, my face for example,” he said despite knowing better after al. “I mean…”

He gestured up and down his face, and Felicity shot him an incredulous look. suppressing a chuckle which ended in a snorting sound. She turned back to the TV, shaking her head slightly. The corners of her lips were still twitching from amusement.

Oliver figured it was time to switch tactics. He had the choice between trying to make Felicity jealous as well and going into utter romantic mode. While the first would probably be the most fun, he knew that he’d get a kiss much sooner with the second.

“I guess he is on your three-listen then?”

The three-list. If it hadn’t been for Iris and the fact that he had been on her three-list, he wouldn’t even know that a list like that was a thing. Since he had been with Felicity, they had talked about that list from time to time though. Neither of them actually had a list like that, but sometimes it was fun to tease each other with it.

Felicity puckered her lips, looking at Oliver again. He could see that she senses that there was something going on. Still, she didn’t say anything about it yet.

“I think he is,” Felicity replied.

Oliver nodded slowly. “Who else is?”

“Chris Evans,” Felicity replied without hesitation. “Definitely Chris Evans.”

“Not Christ Hemsworth?”

“He would be because he is hot and he’s great daddy material, but I already have an army of kids,” Felicity replied. “Besides, Chris Evans has a super-cute dog.”

Oliver nodded slowly. “And the third?”

Felicity puckered her lips and hummed thoughtfully and narrowed her eyes slightly. Apparently, finding someone who matched Chris Evans and Idris Elba was too hard. Or maybe there were too many guys on her mind.

“Do you want to know who’s on my three-list?”

“Oh, let me guess,” Felicity said. She shifted on the couch, pushing her legs under her butt and resting her hands over Oliver’s on the backrest of the couch. “Margot Robbie, Jennifer Upton and Bar Rafaeli.”

Oliver didn’t even know who that last person was, but it didn’t matter anyway. He shook his head.

“Second try?”

Knowing how competitive Felicity was, he smiled and nodded his head. She could have a million tries and she probably didn’t know. It was one of the many things he loved so much about her.

“Gigi Hadid, Blake Lively and Emilia Clark.”

“Wrong, wrong and wrong.”

“Okay, one last try,” Felicity suggested and didn’t wait for him to answer before she already made her try. “Natalie Portman, Jessica Alba and Julianne Hough.”

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. When Felicity took in a deep breath, probably about to suggest another three ladies, Oliver captured her lips in a gentle kiss, making every sound that could have fallen from her lips die on her tongue. She just released a low sigh and leaned into the kiss.

When Oliver leaned back, Felicity’s eyes were almost a little hazy. A dreamy smile spread on her lips.

“I don’t need a three-list,” Oliver told her and leaned forward to brush his lips against Felicity’s once more. “I already have the one woman I need in my life.”

Felicity smiled, cocking her head. For a moment, he thought he had won, but it didn’t take long for the expression in her eyes to change. Oliver could see that she was looking right through him.

“Well,” Felicity said slowly, pulling her hands away from his and playing with the topmost button of his henley, “that’s sweet.”

She leaned forward and placed a firm kiss on his lips. Oliver wanted to deepen the kiss, but Felicity pulled back already.

“But I guess that means that you will stay here and watch the kids while I will let Idris Elba, Chris Evans and whoever else I choose to be on my three-list screw my brains out.”

With a chuckle, she pecked his lips once more. She got off the couch and walked towards the door. Stepping into the frame of it, she shot a look back over her shoulder and winked at him though. Oliver couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.

What was life and love without a little bit of teasing?

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I'll be on vacation for a couple of days. As soon as I am back, I will start posting the next drama storyline.

Wish me luck, so I will hopefully find my muse again while I am away. That little b*tch is hiding from me lately. :D

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criminalhotch · 6 years

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Two Little Peaches~A Grayson Dolan Imagine

Here’s an idea for a prompt: in the handcuff video e said something like “why do you have a body pillow?” So Y/N is far along in her pregnancy so gray explains to Ethan how it helps Y/N sleep and be comfortable. And Gray is super cute knowing these things about pregnancy. And e ends up saying something like you are so whipped. Thanks! Your writing is fabulous! ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: Ok so a little bit of insight. The first paragraph of this is like foreshadowing (the bolded part) then the rest of it up until it says present day is in the past (italicized words) then the regular font is present time. Thank you to whoever sent this in. We are going to pretend this video happens a few years in the future. I also made a few twists to the request but kept the same idea!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, daddy! grayson, uncle! E, mentions of anxiety/anxiety attack

Word Count: 5,886

3rd Person POV

“Grayson, why do you have a body pillow?” Ethan asked. “My leg is hanging off the bed” Grayson sassed. Ethan moves over, and they finally get comfortable. “Ok, but you never answered my question,” Ethan said. “What question?” Grayson asks annoyed. “Why do you have a body pillow?” he asked. “It’s not mine, it’s Y/N’s,” he said. “Why does she need one?” he asked. “She’s eight months pregnant with twins, E. Her body hurts all the time. Her back cramps, her hands, ankles, and feet are swollen, she’s gained 40 pounds, and she has not only one but two of them kicking and punching her at all hours of the night” Grayson explained to his older brother who was not anywhere ready for kids of his own.

Grayson has been married for a year now. They didn’t waste much time on kids because we all know Grayson loves children. His and E’s YouTube channel is still flourishing so Grayson and his wife, Y/N thought it would be a good time for kids but before they actually started trying, they consulted with Ethan and he was extremely excited to have a niece or nephew. Hell, they’d make their videos more interesting. Grayson nor Ethan wanted their kids in every video, but they knew the fans would love to see them. They agreed long ago that having their future children in videos every so often was not exploiting them in any way just giving them some time to do things they loved with their little ones while making the fans happy all at the same time. Well, the joke is on them. Y/N and Grayson started trying right after their wedding. A few months later, it happened. Y/N peed on a little stick and after the three agonizing minutes, the test read: pregnant. She couldn’t wait to tell Grayson and his family as well as her own. Y/N decided she was going to surprise Grayson with a photo shoot while they were visiting his family in NJ. A good friend of theirs was having a deal on mini sessions so she decided that’s how she would tell them, during the photo session. This way she would have beautiful pictures of Grayson finding out that he will be a dad in a few short months. They dressed in color-coordinated outfits. She asked the photographer to bring chalkboards so they could write on them. She told Grayson she wanted to get a head start on Christmas cards even though it was only June, Grayson being the oblivious man he is thought nothing of it. They’d taken a few shots in a couple different places. They were in an open field when the photographer suggested the idea. “I have so many couples do this. Write down the thing you love most about the other person. A lot have people told me when they fight with their significant other, they look at this picture and remember why they married him. It’s very sweet” she explained. Grayson nod and Y/N smiled. They turned around and wrote what they wanted. Grayson could not decide what he should write, he loved everything about Y/N. After a few seconds, he decided writing “You love me for me” was a good way to spin it whereas Y/N wrote, “You are going to be a daddy!”. The photographer asked if they were done and they both said “yes”. “Ok on the count of three both of you turn around and read what the other person wrote” she explained, and the couple nodded. “3,2,1” she said as Grayson turned to face his wife…

Grayson’s POV

I turn around to see my wife. I look down at the chalkboard in my wife’s hand placed in front of her. I read the words once, then twice, and finally on the third time it clicks. Tears start to stream down my face as I look into her eyes. “Really?” I choked out tears pricking at the back of my eyes. “Really” she smiled, and I immediately lunged towards her and wrapped her up in my arms. I spun around as we laughed. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant already” I whispered. “Me either” she smiled up to me. We paid the photographer and asked her a few questions before heading our separate ways. Once we were in the car I realized something. “I can’t keep something like this from Ethan,” I said to my wife. “Trust me, babe. We can tell your parents tonight at our dinner before we fly back to LA tomorrow and we can stop by E’s after dinner” she explained to me and I nodded. I grabbed Y/N’s hand and intertwined our fingers. I kissed the top of her hand then I continued to drive thinking of becoming a dad.

Y/N’s POV

A few hours later we had arrived at Lisa and Sean’s. Cameron’s family would be here but there are on vacation as summer just started here in Jersey. Grayson stayed relatively quiet all night to ensure that he didn’t spill the beans. We had finished our spaghetti dinner after the dishes had been cleaned, I decided to speak up. “As you may have noticed Grayson has been awful quiet this evening. We have a surprise that Grayson didn’t want to give away. We got you guys something” I said and Lisa looked at me with confusion while Sean looked intrigued. I handed them their gift as they ripped through the wrapping paper. In front of them sat a sign that read “The best parents get promoted to grandparents”. Lisa gasped, and Sean smiled. “You’re pregnant?” Lisa whispered, and I nodded. “When did you find out?” Sean asked. “I find out a few days ago but I just told Grayson today. I planned a photo shoot and during the photo shoot, we had chalkboards. We were supposed to write what we loved most about each other but I wrote you’re going to be a daddy instead” I explained. “That’s adorable” Lisa exclaimed. “What did Grayson write?” Sean asked. “I don’t know, I was too focused on his reaction,” I said looking up to my husband waiting for an answer. “I wrote that you love me for me” he smiled. “Yes, I do,” I said as he pecked my lips one time as his parents were right in front of us. “I know exactly where I can hang this up at!” Lisa said excitedly. “You’d think this is her first grandkid” Sean chuckled. “It’s because I’m her favorite” Grayson snickered. “You’re only saying that because your brother and sister aren’t here,” I said. “It’s true whether they are here or not,” he said with cockiness in his voice. “I can hear you and I love you, your brother, and your sister equally so shush it,” Lisa said to Grayson and he grinned. This goofball. “So, when are you due?” Sean asked. “We’re not sure. I called my doctor in LA to schedule an appointment while we’re there” I answered. “How exciting! Be sure to let us know” Lisa said. “You’ll be the first one we call” I promised. “Ok, well we need to head out. It’s killing me not being able to tell Ethan so we’re going to stop by and tell them” Grayson said as we hugged them bye.

We headed to Ethan and Brooke’s which isn’t that far from us of our way seems how we share our property with them. When we got engaged the twins decided it would be a good time for Grayson and me to move out so the found land big enough to build two separate houses in New Jersey. They bought land, had two separate houses built how we wanted them to be. Meanwhile, in LA we still shared a house because we weren’t there often enough to have two separate houses. The home in LA had four rooms. One for Grayson and I, one for Ethan and Brooke, and two guest rooms but by the looks of it, one of them will be a nursery before too long. We arrived at Brooke and Ethan’s. We knocked on the door and were greeted by a shirtless Ethan. Perfect I have just the thing to fix that. “So, what’s up?” E asked. “Well we have exciting news,” I said. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “Here, open this, bro” Grayson instructed handing him a small box. He ripped it open as Brooke came in the room. “What’s going on?” she asked. “You’ll see,” I said, and she gave me a look. Ethan finally found the shirt and unfolded it. I could see his eyes scanning the shirt. “Only the best brothers get promoted to uncle” he read out loud then smiled. “So, you’re pregnant?” he asked. “I am” I smiled. “How far along are you?” Brooke asked. “I have an appointment next week in LA so I’m not sure” I explained. “When did you find out?” Ethan asked. “A few days ago,” I answered. We spent the rest of the night discussing how excited we were to have another baby in the family. Around 10 we decided to leave because we had a 10 am flight for all four of us back to LA and I was beat.

A week later I am sitting in the doctor’s office with Grayson beside me waiting to be called back so we can see our little bean. A few minutes go by and my thoughts are interrupted by a nurse calling “Y/N Dolan”. Gray and I get up and follow the nurse. They take my vitals and bring me into an office. She asks a few questions then asks me to pee in a cup. I walked into the small bathroom and did just that. I handed it to the nurse as she walked out of the room. I sat back down next to Grayson. “I hate doing that. Guys have it is easy. They just stick it in and let it flow” I griped. “I think sticking it in is the reason we’re sitting here in the first place” Grayson joked, and I laughed. “And Ethan thinks you aren’t funny” I chuckled. “Thanks, babe,” he says as the door opens and the doctor walks in. “Well, congrats you are in fact pregnant! So, let’s get to looking at a sonogram to see how far along you are” he says bring the machine closer to me. “Lift your shirt just passed your stomach” he advised, and I did as asked. I saw Grayson clench his jaw being the protective husband he is. He reaches for my hand and I squeezed it to let him know it was ok. The doctor squeezed the cool jelly on my stomach then I heard a swishing sound. “Well were you trying for a baby?” he asked. “We were” I admitted. “Well you tried too hard because you are pregnant with twins” he explained to us. Grayson and I’s jaws hit the floor. “Do twins not run in the family?” he asked. “Oh, they do. My husband has an identical twin. I thought it skipped generations?” I asked. “Not always. It looks to be that you are about 8 weeks along which means your due date is January 1st!” he tells us. “A New Years’ baby, how cool!” Grayson said. “New Years’ twins, Grayson. There’s two like you and E” I said. “Holy shit, it is like me and E,” he said. “Twins usually don’t go full term so don’t be surprised if they come early” he advised, and I nodded. “Can you tell if they are identical or fraternal?” Grayson asked full of hope. “There are identical just like you and your brother,” the doctor said. “Babe! I’m an identical twin having identical twins!” he exclaimed. “Well I’m having them, but you assisted” I joked. “The nurse mentioned you don’t live in California full time” the doctor pondered. “No, we live in New Jersey most of the year, but we don’t travel here often but I want there to be a doctor here just in case” I explained. “That’s perfectly fine, when or if you already have a doctor in New Jersey be sure to let the office know so we can be in touch to give you the best pregnancy. Where will you deliver?” he asks. “New Jersey as long as everything goes to plan,” I said, and he nodded. “Perfect, well congratulations again. You will need to be seen in four weeks to check for the babies’ heartbeats. If you have any questions let us know, ok?” he said, and I nodded. “We need to call your parents,” I said. “My mom is going to shit her pants,” Grayson said as he dialed her number. “How’d it go?” she asked. “Great, they’re due on New Years’ Day!” I said excitedly. “How cool-wait you said they’re,” she said suspiciously. “We’re having twins, mom!” Grayson shouted. “Identical twins, Lisa. I’m having identical twins with an identical twin” I said. “That’s amazing!” she shouted. “Sean, Y/N’s having identical twins like the boys!” Lisa shouted. “Well we gotta go, mom,” Grayson said. “Alright bye, honey. Love you guys. All four of you!” she shrieked. “Bye Ma love you too,” Gray said while shaking his head at how excited his mom was. “I have to call Ethan,” he said. “Gray, we’re five minutes from home let’s tell him when we get there,” I said. “Sorry, I’m excited” he apologized. “It’s ok, babe. I know you are” I chuckled. We arrived back to the LA house were Ethan and Brooke were watching a movie. “Hey!” E cheered. “What did you find out?” Brooke asked. “We’re due January 1st!” I said excitedly. “That’s so exciting,” Brooke said. “Just wait” Gray advised. “For what?” Ethan asked. “We’re having twins, identical twins” I smiled, and Ethan jumped up off the couch. “Holy shit no way!” he yelled. “That’s crazy, congrats you guys,” Brooke said. “Damn, Gray. How hard did you go that you gave her twins?” E joked, and Grayson blushed meanwhile I laughed. “You’ve heard us enough times you should know,” I said, and it was Ethan’s turn to blush.

We found out at 18 weeks what we were having but Brooke insisted on doing a gender reveal party. So we asked the doctor to put the gender in an envelope, seems how they were identical it will be the same. It’s now the middle of August. It’s about 80 degrees here in New Jersey perfect for a small party. I stood in front of a box with the words “He or She? What will they be?”. Grayson was next to me. Everyone was supposed to wear blue if they thought it’d be boys or pink if they thought it would be girls. I was wearing blue and Grayson was wearing pink. He knew what twin boys were like and he did not want to go through that even though it would be good karma for how he and Ethan were as kids. Everyone begins counting down. “3, 2,1” they shouted as Grayson and I pulled the box open revealing a bunch of pink balloons. Twin girls. “I told you they were girls” Grayson teased. “Oh hush, mister” I laughed. We were having twin girls and I couldn’t wait.

Present day.

“She’s eight months pregnant with twins, E. Her body hurts all the time. Her back cramps, her hands, ankles, and feet are swollen, she’s gained 40 pounds, and she has not only one but two of them kicking and punching her at all hours of the night” I hear Grayson explain. “Damn, you’re so whipped Gray” I hear as I walked into my room. We were flying back to New Jersey tomorrow because it would be the last day, I’d be able to fly and I wanted to be in New Jersey when I have the twins. “What’s going on in here?” I asked. “We’re handcuffed to each other for 24 hours and we have 6 hours left,” Ethan said. “This can only be your dumb ass idea,” I said to Ethan. “Yeah, so deal with it” he sassed. “You really want to test your sister in law who is 8 months pregnant with TWINS?” I ask, and he shakes his head no. “Thought so,” I said, and Grayson laughed. They were laying on the bed. “Where the fuck am, I supposed to sleep?” I asked. “Wherever you want,” Grayson said. “I’ll sleep on the couch, it helps support my back,” I said. “Ok, are you going to bed now?” Gray asked. “No, I’m going to go make sure everything is good in the nursery,” I said, and Grayson nodded. I walked into the LA nursery. The girl’s names over each of their rose gold cribs, two gray rocking chairs for Grayson and I to hold both of them, two white changing tables, then a book with some decorations on top. Everything seemed to be in order. We have to come to LA at the end of January so as long as the girls aren’t sick, we’re coming with Ethan and Grayson too.

I start to waddle back into our room where I see Ethan and Grayson sitting next to each other playing Fortnite. “So how long is she pregnant?” Ethan asks. “9 months,” Grayson says. “And she’s 8 months, now right?” E asks and Gray nods. “Can she push twins out of her ya know?” Ethan asks. “She’s going to try if not she will have c-section which is technically known as a cesarean which is surgery. I really hope my baby doesn’t have to have surgery” Gray says. “She’ll be ok, Gray” E assures. “What if one gets stuck like I did?” he says. He worries a lot especially with-it being twins. “What if one of them gets tangled up like I was? What if they can’t save her like they saved me? Ethan, I can’t lose any of them. I love Y/N I have for years now but those are my little girls. What if something happens? I can’t between my wife and my daughters” he rambles. When he rambles like this, he’s about to go into a panic attack. I know Ethan can handle it, he has before but I know hearing me and seeing that I’m alright with help. He continues to freak out. “What if one of the girls doesn’t make it, what if the other one took all of her nutrients and she’s too weak? That’s so sad. I can’t do this E” he says. “Grayson, baby,” I say as I walk towards him. He looks at me with fear. “Gray, it’s going to be ok. I know you’re scared because your and Ethan’s birth was so scary but that was over 20 years ago the technology is so much better now. I’m sure they’ll be ok just like they are right now” I said trying to calm him down. “You need to relax, baby. You’re giving yourself a panic attack. We have a few weeks before they get here. Both doctors have said that for having twins I have a had a really good pregnancy, therefore, I should have a pretty good delivery” I added on and he sighed. His head rested on my belly as tears rolled down his cheeks. My hand went into his hair playing with it gently. I forgot that he and Ethan were still handcuffed. “It’s going to be just fine. Let’s not worry until we have something to worry about, alright?” I asked, and he nodded. Ethan looked at me with worried eyes. Ethan didn’t know much about pregnancy, but he knew that having twins was more of a risk than just having one. Gray sat up and looked at his brother. “Can we cut this short and change it to like Twins handcuffed for almost 24 hours. We can explain to them what happened. I just want to be done” Grayson explained. “Yeah, of course. We can do the outro another time if you want” E suggested, and Grayson nodded. Within a few minutes, Ethan had headed back to his room missing his twin and their attached handcuffs. “Are you better now, G?” I asked. “Can we just snuggle for a little bit?” he asked. “We can snuggle for as long as you want. You want to read a book to the girls? They love hearing their daddy’s voice” I said trying to make him feel better, but they did love his voice. If they were kicking me like crazy the second Grayson started talking, they’d stop. We walked together down to the nursery. He picked out a book, one he’d never read to them before and we walked back to our room. I laid on my back while he laid on his side snuggled into me and he began reading. I think the girls could sense something was wrong. They were pretty calm until I walked into Grayson’s panic attack and they began kicking me, but they’re calm now that he’s reading to them. “The End,” Grayson says as he finishes the book. “I think they are sound asleep, Gray,” I said. “Hopefully they are this easy outside of the womb,” he said. “Let’s hope so” I said. “Listen to you two. I know your uncle E and I were hellions when we came into the world but let’s not take that our on your poor momma. When you’re with Uncle E you can be as crazy as you want. I can’t wait until you are here, so we can all worry a little less. I love my two little peaches more than anything” he said kissing my stomach. Ever since he found out we were having girls he has called them peaches.

It’s a few weeks later and it’s the night of Gray and E’s birthday. I have had some minor contractions but nothing to fuss about. We were back in New Jersey and had been for a while now. We were all going out to dinner for the twin’s birthday at one of their favorite restaurants in New Jersey. Ethan, Brooke, Grayson, and I decided we would just ride together. We were meeting Lisa, Sean, Cameron, and her husband at the restaurant at 5. We all got there around the same. “So how long do you think before the girls will be here?” Cameron asked. “Probably not long. I have been having Braxton Hicks contractions all day” I said. “Are you sure they aren’t real?” Ethan asked. “No, I’m not due for three weeks,” I said. “Twins can come early though” Lisa chimed in. “They’ve not been-“ I said as a sharp contraction pulsed through my body. “Intense” I finished my sentence and we all chuckled. “Babe, should we go to the hospital? Why didn’t you tell me?” Grayson asked full of concern. “No that was the first bad one and it’s your birthday, let’s enjoy it,” I said as we kept going through dinner. We were about to say our goodbyes when I felt water hit the floor. No cups had been knocked over. “Uh, Gray?” I asked. “We need to go to the hospital,” I said. “Why? What’s wrong are you bleeding?” he asked worriedly. “No, I think my water just broke” I said as I pointed to the puddle on the floor. “Oh my god! Guys! Y/N’s water just broke!” Gray shouted as he high fived Sean, Ethan, and Cameron’s husband. “Um, in labor with TWINS can we move this along?” I asked. “Shit, yes. Sorry, babe” Grayson apologized as he kissed my cheek. “Well I drove you guys, so you guys can sit in the back and I’ll drive you to the hospital. Everyone else can follow us there” Ethan said, and we all agreed. 10 minutes later we pulled into the Emergency Room. “My wife is in labor with twins!” Grayson shouted as we emerged into the waiting area. A nurse grabbed a wheelchair and took me to Labor and Delivery. Soon enough a doctor checked me. “You��re about 7 centimeters so we should have babies tonight or early tomorrow,” he said. It was about 6:30 so it was hard telling. Around 9 I got a very strong feeling to push. “Grayson,” I said, and he looked at me. “I really need to push will you get the doctor?” I asked, and he was off. The doctor came back to check me. “Well I’d say you’re ready because I see Baby A so let’s have some twins!” he says as he gloves up. Grayson’s by my side. I can tell he’s nervous as hell and so am I. “C’mon, baby. You got this. We’ve been waiting so long, and they are almost here. Just some pushes and we are parents” he says. “Easy for you to say I am about to push something the size of a watermelon out of something the size of a lemon, not once but twice” I snapped. I felt bad, but this already hurt. I began pushing with the doctor. It hurt, and it hurt like hell. “Damn it, Grayson. Twins? Really? I hate you so much” I screamed as I squeezed his hand. “I love you. You got this. Almost there” he coos. Soon enough the cries of my baby girl filled the room. Baby A, 9:10 P.M. the doctor said. We continued pushing. “She’s not stuck, is she?” Grayson asked. “No, she’s just a little stubborn. I can see her head” the doctor said, and Grayson nodded. I pushed a few more times and the cries of our second daughter filled the room. “Baby B. 9:17 P.M.,” the doctor said as the team of nurses made sure they were all healthy. Soon enough I was handed Baby A. “Grayson,” I said. “Yes, beautiful?” he responded. “I look awful,” I said. “You just gave me my baby girls, you look beautiful,” he said then kissing my forehead. “You already shared your birthday with E now you share it with another set of twins,” I said. “I forgot it was my birthday. Best present ever” he smiled as a nurse handed him Baby B. “God they’re so little and beautiful. No boys or girls for at least 30 years. I want you all to myself” he says looking back and forth at them. “You three are my world” he whispers as a tear rolls down his cheek. “Gray,” I said, and he looked at me. “You ok?” I asked. “I’m just so happy that they are ok and that they are here now” he admitted. “Me too, let’s get your family in here,” I said, and he agreed. He gave me the baby he was holding then headed out to the waiting room.

Grayson’s POV

I walked out to the waiting room to see my mom, dad, brother, and sister as well as their partners. “So?” Ethan asked. “We have two beautiful little girls and they are ready to meet everyone,” I said as I was greeted with hugs from everyone. Everyone follows me back to Y/N’s room with the twins. My mom immediately starts crying and Ethan has a stupid ass grin on his face. “Who wants to hold one?” Y/N asks. “Me!” my mom and Ethan say simultaneously. “Wash your hands first,” I say. It’s flu season and we don’t need any sick newborns. They wash their hands and come back. Ethan takes one and my mom takes the other. “What are their names?” Cameron asks. “Y/N and I decided we would each get to name one. The one Ethan is holding is the older one which is the one I named which Y/N agreed to, but her name is Addison Rose Dolan” I said. “And the one Lisa is holding is Amelia Bailey Dolan,” Y/N said. “I thought we were doing Renee?” I asked. “They have to have something different. They are identical twins whose names both start with A their middle name has to be different. Besides, I have always loved your middle name” she said. “Thank you, baby,” I said then bent down to kiss her. “They sure look like their daddy,” my mom noticed. “What are you talking about mom? They look like potatoes” Ethan said dramatically. (Of course, right?) “Well, they are the cutest potatoes I have ever seen,” I said as I fixed Addison’s little hat. “They do look a lot like Grayson. I carried them for damn near 9 months and they come out looking like those two as if we need two more of them!” Y/N complains, and we all started laughing. “You’re right two of these morons is enough,” Cameron said. “I just become a dad and you guys are making fun of me” I pouted. “Your wife started it” Ethan said. “Alright, well give me my baby,” I said pulling Addison from Ethan’s arms as she started crying. “I think she’s hungry there, mommy,” I said as I handed her Addison. Amelia stayed quiet over in my mom’s arms. “Someone likes their grandma,” I said nudging my mom’s arm. “She’s so sweet, Grayson. You guys did a beautiful job making babies” she said bouncing the small child in her arms. “It was all Y/N. I had nothing to do with it” I said smiling down at my second little girl. I didn’t realize how much I could love something until I saw my twin girls. My heart feels as if it could explode. I have two beautiful little girls that I love with all of my heart and will spend every second of every day protecting them and their amazing momma. I have the most amazing wife who gave me the best birthday present I could ever ask for.

Y/N’s POV

It’s two weeks later and about a week ago Grayson wanted to girls all to himself. He told me to take a nap so I did just that. Grayson told me that their video this week would be them introducing the twins to the fans. They were both super excited. It was 1 PST or 4 EST which means it is time to watch the original Dolan Twins do their thing. I got onto YouTube while the girls napped. “What’s up, guys! We’re back!” Ethan said excitedly. “We have some special guests this week” Gray beamed. “I think they are the smallest guests we have ever had,” Ethan said and Gray nodded in agreement. “We have the newest additions to the Dolan family. Little Addison and Amelia Dolan” Gray said. “This one is Addison,” Ethan said. “That’s Amelia” Grayson corrected. “How can you tell?” Ethan asked. “Addison is bigger” Gray explained. “Anyway, I have Addison and E has Amelia. They were born on December 16th” Gray informs as Ethan interrupts him. “Which happens to be our birthday too!” he says excitedly as he gives Amelia a baby fist pump. “Anyway, yes they were born on E and I’s birthday. Addison or Addy, for short, was born first. She was born at 9:10 pm and then Amelia, or Lia was born at 9:17 P.M.” Gray told them. “Addison is bigger than Amelia has Grayson told us and was at birth too, right?” E asks and Gray nods. “They were kind of far apart because Lia was being difficult like her daddy and didn’t want to come out. She wasn’t stuck though which is good” Gray says. “Babies don’t too much. They eat, sleep, shit, and cry” Ethan said. “ETHAN” Grayson yelled. “They’re like a week old Gray, they don’t even know what it means,” Ethan said back. “Still watch your mouth,” Gray says sternly as Ethan huffs. “Your daddy is such a hard ass, Addy Rose” Ethan says. “Ethan that goes for all cuss words,” Gray says and E rolls his eyes. “So E do your nieces give you baby fever?” Grayson asks his brother. “I think having my adorable little nieces is enough for Brooke and I right now but maybe in the future, these two will have some cousins to play with. Maybe even some more siblings” Ethan said wiggling his eyebrows towards Grayson. “I think the two we have is enough for now. We want more but not for a little bit. Hopefully, the next one is a boy” Gray wished. “We shall see,” Ethan said. “I know you guys will want to see the twins a lot but they won’t be in many videos. Y/N and I really want them to grow up out of the public eye as much as possible. I’ll be sure to update you guys and they will be in our videos occasionally but not every week. I really hope you guys understand” Gray said. “And with Gray and Y/N having twice the stuff to do with twins we may not post every Tuesday. It will definitely be once a week but I am going to be the only one editing for a while so Gray can help Y/N but we will let you know if it won’t be on Tuesday” Ethan said. “I just want to thank all of you. I would not be able to give Y/N and our girls the life we have without every single one of you” Grayson said. “Yeah you guys are awesome” Ethan agreed. I could see Amelia starting to wiggle around in Grayson’s arms. “What’s wrong little peach?” he asks the baby. I can see her yawn. “How can she yawn if she just woke up?” Ethan asks. “She’s a baby, E. I don’t know,” Grayson said. Soon enough Addison woke up. Neither of them had started crying yet. “I bet you two are hungry, huh?” Grayson asked. “We will wait until you start crying then we will hand you over to mommy,” Gray said. “Anyway, how’s being an uncle?” Grayson asked Ethan. “Pretty cool, I get to snuggle them and love on them, then when the gross stuff like changing diapers and when they spit up happens I can hand them back to you and Y/N,” E said which was true. “Oh an update about Y/N because I see a lot of you asking. She’s good she was able to deliver them naturally so no surgery. She’s an amazing mom and the girls love her just as much as I do. I appreciate all your guys love and concern for my little family” Grayson said as he was interrupted by Lia crying. “Well I think that’s it for this week. Lia needs me to hand her over to Y/N so she can eat” Gray says. He starts to bounce her and she calms for a moment. “Alright well we will see you guys next week,” Ethan says as they both pick up the twin they have been holding. I see them set both of them up so the girls face the camera but they still are supporting their fragile heads. They have each twin laying on one of their arms while tucked into their side to make sure they are supported. They use their other hand to grab their small fingers and put them into a peace sign. “Peace” both boys said as they smiled at the camera with two tiny peace signs coming from my twin girls. I wondered watching where Grayson was. I saw him in the nursery with both twins on his bare chest. I grabbed his phone and opened snapchat. I took a picture of them then captioned. “Sneak peek at this week’s video. Grayson being a good dad! Go check it out!” then locked his phone back up. I kissed his forehead then smiled down at both of my girls. I was happy and content with my life. I wouldn’t change a thing.

(A/N: The first picture is the sign that Grayson and Y/N got Lisa and Sean to tell them they’d be grandparents. The second one is the shirt they got E to tell him Y/N was pregnant. The next two pictures are a combination of what the nursery in New Jersey looks like but with two cribs (the gray crib not the white ones), the better together banner, and both of the girls’ names over the cribs). The next picture is one of the decorations in the NJ nursery. The next picture is decor for the LA nursery. The seventh picture is what the LA nursery looks like. The last two pictures are newborn photos of the twins. None of these photos are mine, credits to the owners. I just wanted to give you guys a visual)

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Read Me Like an Open Book ~ Chapter 6

In which old photographs are found, a meal is shared, and a brunch outing planned. This installment of Henry and John’s tale features some additional Terror cameos (I couldn’t resist), and is also a little gift for @puella-peanut, who has been such a wonderfully supportive (and vocal!) reader of this story so far. And, as always, you can read it all from the beginning on AO3…

He hadn’t ever really noticed the box before.

But there it was, small and plain, sitting unobtrusively along one of the shelves in the living room, and Henry couldn’t help but wonder what was inside it. He had only come in to change the music playing on the stereo: John had been in the mood for something more upbeat, with vocals – maybe some Ella Fitzgerald, he had said – but was in no state to be touching anything, not with his hands coated in olive oil and rosemary as he set about seasoning a pair of Cornish game hens.

Henry switched the record, listening for the tiny crackle as the needle began running through the groove (“The moon was all aglow,” Ella began to sing, “and heaven was in your eyes…”) before he walked over and picked up the box from off the shelf so that he could examine it more closely. It was about half the size of a shoe box, and a little heavier than he had first thought, made of dark stained wood with a hinged lid. There was no lock, no clasp. He glanced back towards the kitchen, wondering for a moment if he should be looking through John’s things like this. But John had been so open about everything, always reminding Henry when he came over that he should make himself entirely at home, and so, with that thought, he lifted the lid and looked inside.

It was full of photographs.

They were all piled together, without any real system of organization, although as he thumbed through them, it seemed like they roughly followed in sequence, newer ones near the top and older ones toward the bottom.

He switched on the floor lamp next to the sofa and sat down to look at them under the light. Many were just vacation photos: snapshots of mountains and rocky beaches and even one of the Golden Gate Bridge. There were some taken from inside museums, blank walls serving as the background to life-size marble sculptures and gold-framed paintings. But there were people in them, too; he recognized James and Francis, looking about ten years younger, as they sat at a table wearing tuxes and the world’s largest smiles, champagne flutes held high in their hands. Soon enough, he found one of John, his hair much darker and his body a little leaner, standing in front of what Henry recognized as the Parthenon. The date digitally stamped at the bottom read 05/12/2002. He flipped to the next photo to see the same backdrop, but now John was joined by another man, with each of them loosely draping an arm over the other’s shoulders. The man in the picture was older than John, his chestnut hair turning towards gray, with a thin, foxy looking face and a narrow chin. It was strange to finally put a face to the name he had heard enough times, but there was no doubt in his mind who he was looking at.

John and Michael continued to appeared throughout the stack of photos, sometimes together, sometimes by themselves, although even then Henry suspected that the other one was still there, just behind the camera. There was a picture of the two of them standing right in front of the bookstore, on what looked to be the day it opened. That photo – along with a handful of others – had a sharp bordered edge that was less faded than the rest of the picture, as if the center had sat long exposed to the light, as if, he suddenly realized, it had once been displayed in a frame.

Further back, towards the bottom of the pile, he saw Michael in a book-lined office, dressed in a tweed jacket and a tie, a good decade’s worth of lines erased from his features. The last few pictures were of John, looking astonishingly young, whip thin with lanky dark hair falling nearly to his shoulders. The eyes, though, were the same, sad and soulful under those thick brows. In one image he was shirtless, sitting up in bed, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as he laughed at some long-forgotten joke. He looked happy, Henry thought. The final picture saw him sitting at a long wooden table, maybe in a classroom, staring out of the frame as he shrank into the bulk of a thick winter peacoat. Henry pulled the photo from the pile and held it up a little closer to the light. He couldn’t help but wonder about this version of John, who sat there with all his life still in front of him: what did he want for himself? Who did he want to become? And this place, where he was right now, was this what he necessarily would have chosen?

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear the steps as they came closer.

“Oh god, look what you found.”

Henry glanced back to see John standing just behind him, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. His thoughts raced immediately to the box of photographs in his lap and the feeling that he had somehow been caught out with them.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

John shook his head, his cheeks rounding with an affectionate grin. “I haven’t got any secrets worth hiding.” He leaned over, looking over Henry’s shoulder, and saw the picture in his hand. A tiny sigh escaped his lips as he glanced at the photo and then down at himself, as if drawing a somewhat unfavorable comparison. “Although looking at that isn’t doing much for my pride,” he added, his eyebrows raised knowingly. He pressed a brief kiss to the top of Henry’s head and then nodded in the direction of the kitchen. “C’mon, I poured you a glass of wine.”

The Cornish game hens were already in the oven, so they set to work on the salad and the side dish, which tonight was roasted acorn squash. Henry was serving as the prep chef, tasked with washing and chopping, a role that he had started taking on over the last few weeks. Henry didn’t really know much about cooking, aside from what he had watched his mom do growing up, but he was interested, and John was a patient teacher, showing him proper knife techniques and how to eyeball measurements so he didn’t have to dirty up a bowl or a spoon.

He ate over at John’s house quite a bit these days, and if that happened to involve staying the night – as it almost always did – no one seemed to mind that much. At first it was just once a week or so, over the weekend, but then at one point it turned into a whole weekend, and then the occasional weeknight as well. It wasn’t just that John’s house was nicer than his apartment – although it definitely was, by any standard – but that Henry found that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself when he was at home. He read some, or watched TV, but the place seemed too empty, too quiet, his bed too big without someone lying there next to him.

In the quiet refuge of John’s bed, he was also learning more, and not just in the way that all new lovers begin to grow familiar with the feel and smell and taste of another person’s body. For all of his outward calm and composure, John had often surprised him with the sheer intensity of his need, and how quickly it could be awakened. Since that first night, they had each begun to take on different roles, depending on their mood; there were times Henry desired nothing more than to be possessed, surrounded, filled in a way that would make him forget himself, and times when John would lay back against the softness of the duvet and give himself over entirely to the younger man.

He had started leaving a few things at John’s, mostly for convenience’s sake: a toothbrush, a couple of shirts and pairs of boxer briefs. He kept it all downstairs, though, in the guest bath; for some reason, the idea of leaving things upstairs, in John’s private space, seemed like something deliberate, a line he wasn’t entirely ready to cross.

Their dinner, of course, was delicious, and it was nice to be able to take a small bit of pride in what he had managed to contribute. They had just finished eating and Henry was thinking that he might start to clear the plates to make room for dessert when John leaned back in his chair, a tiny pensive line etched between his brows, as if he had something he had been waiting to say.

“So you’ve met Francis and James,” he said, his voice slightly hesitant, “but I was wondering if you’d like to meet the rest of my family.”

“Your family?” Henry asked in confusion. “Like your parents?”

“No.” John shook his head gently. “Not my parents. They’re…” He paused, letting out a small little exhalation. “I’m not actually sure where they are. We’re not close.” He looked over again at Henry, his gaze warming as his lips pressed into the beginning of a smile. “I mean my real family. There’s Francis and James, but it’s a whole group, really. I would say old friends, but they’re more than that. They were there for me when I needed it, at a time when I wasn’t really sure how to be there for myself.” His gaze turned loose and unfocused, momentarily dropping down towards the table. “So…” he continued, “we all get together once a month, for brunch, and I thought you might want to come with me this time.”

“You want me to come with you?” Henry asked. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand what John was saying, but this seemed like a step – in John’s mind at least, and maybe even in his own – towards making this undefined thing between them into something a little more official, a little more real.

“Only if you want to. I understand if you don’t.”

“No,” Henry said, a smile unconsciously forming on his lips, “I’d like to go. I’d like to meet them all. Especially if they’re anything like Francis and James.”

John laughed. “I don’t think I can promise you that, I’m afraid. No one’s really like Francis and James.”

And so the following Sunday, Henry found himself pulling up outside a neighborhood restaurant, one he had heard people mention a few times, but had never been to. He wasn’t quite sure he was in the right place, but the he ducked and squinted through the windshield and recognized the name written along the awning over the entrance: The Admiralty. And there was John, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, standing right by the door like they had planned. He had needed to go to the store early that morning to do inventory and Henry had taken it as an opportunity to run home so he could shower and change into something clean and presentable. He hoped he looked alright; he definitely wanted to make a good impression on John’s friends.

“You found it,” John said, once Henry had parked and made it up to the front entrance.

“I did. God bless Google Maps.” He reached out and squeezed John’s waist through the fabric of his jacket, smiling as he pointedly ignored the other man’s barely-concealed expression of disdain. Henry was well aware of John’s stance on technology, although that didn’t stop him from trying to introduce him to a few new things that he might actually find useful. “So what’s with the name?” he asked out of curiosity. “It seems like a strange thing to call a restaurant.”

“I’m not sure. It’s been called that for ages, or at least as many years as we’ve been coming here.” John shrugged. “Maybe the owner had some sort of obsession with British naval ventures.” He turned and glanced towards the windows, as if suddenly reminded of what was awaiting them. “Shall we go in?” he asked, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Most of their party had already arrived and been seated outside on the back patio. As the two of them threaded their way through the interior of the restaurant Henry caught a glimpse of a group through the windows, with Francis and James sitting along one end of their table. They both looked up as he and John stepped out onto the patio.

“Oh, look, it’s John!” Francis said, rising up from his seat and waving them both down. “And Henry, too. So glad you could make it,” he added, his smile warm as he glanced in Henry’s direction.

Henry and John grabbed a pair of unoccupied seats and then there were introductions all around. Besides Francis and James, there was Thomas, a structural engineering professor with wavy brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail (“Most of the time my wife Esther comes, too,” he explained to Henry, “but she’s training for a half-marathon and didn’t want to be tempted by the French toast”), and Edward, an associate in a law firm downtown, and his boyfriend, John, who worked in youth ministry. As Henry was talking with John about his church and the kind of programming they ran, two additional members of their party arrived and took the last remaining seats.

“Sorry, everyone,” said the first man, kindly-faced, with light brown hair. “Shift ran late.” Behind him, the second man, younger, with dark hair and pale blue-gray eyes, offered a cherubic smile of apology.

“Wait,” asked James, glancing around the table and looking more than a little perplexed, “where’s Harry?”

Francis leaned over, angling himself towards James. “He and Silna are out of town this weekend, remember? They went to visit her father.” He looked over at Henry, as if to fully explain. “Harry is a pathologist and his girlfriend, Silna, works for Greenpeace. But Harry’s at the same hospital as Alex and Tom,” he added, nodding towards the two late arrivals.

Alex, Henry soon learned, was a trauma surgeon, and his partner, Tom, worked as a nurse in the intensive care unit. They had met, Alex explained, when they accidentally fell asleep in the same bunk in the on-call room.

“We must have been too exhausted to notice each other when we fell asleep,” he told Henry, as Tom turned a lovely shade of pink behind him. “Let’s just say that was definitely not the case when we woke up!”

As their party was now complete, Francis flagged down a server to take their orders. Two full carafes of mimosas were ordered for the table, and Henry quickly perused the menu, finally deciding on eggs Benedict with sourdough toast. (“I’m sure it won’t be as good as yours, though,” he murmured to John, who only looked back at him with his lips firmly pressed together into a warm, slightly self-satisfied smile.) The drinks arrived, followed by the food, and soon enough the table was buzzing with lively conversation, interrupted only when James would periodically launch into a story from his travels that had the group entirely entranced. For all he knew, these might have been stories that they had all heard a dozen times before, but it didn’t seem to diminish their enjoyment, even Francis, who continued to look on indulgently with an arm stretched out across the back of James’s chair. Everyone ate and drank, and eventually they ordered another round of mimosas, although Henry couldn’t help but notice that Francis was the only one abstaining, instead keeping himself to refills of coffee.

Henry might have been overwhelmed by being surrounded by so many new people, but they were warm and welcoming and asked him all about himself and his family and what he did for a living. His nerves loosened a bit by his second mimosa, he told the story of how he and John had met, how he had wandered into the bookstore and wandered out with a three-thousand-year-old Greek epic, and somehow had ended up coming back for more. There were nods and smiles as he spoke, directed at him, but also at John, sitting just beside him. They were happy for John, he realized. It occurred to him as he spoke that none of them had seemed at all confused when he and John first arrived, and that no one had questioned why Henry was there at all. Because, of course, they all had already known who he was and what he was doing there. Maybe John had said something, or maybe Francis, but they all seemed to completely accept the fact that he was there with John, and that John had someone new in his life he wanted them to get to know.

As the meal was winding down, Henry quickly excused himself to the restroom for a moment. He had just finished up and was pushing open the men’s room door to rejoin the party when he saw Francis standing just outside in the hallway, leaning against the wall as if he had been waiting for him. He didn’t quite understand – had something happened at the table while he was gone? – until it finally dawned on him that Francis had wanted a chance to talk to him in private, away from John.

“That’s a good man sitting out there,” he finally said.

Henry swallowed, his throat catching on something rough, as he wondered what exactly Francis was trying to tell him. Was it a warning? Or did he think Henry was somehow unaware of what a good man John Bridgens truly was?

“I know,” he replied.

“I hope so.” Despite the bluntness of the words, Francis’s voice had turned quieter, a touch more cautious, his clear and direct gaze revealing the depth of his sincerity. “Please don’t mistake what I’m saying,” he added. “In the last two months, he’s been different. He seems happier than he has in years, maybe even since I’ve known him.” He paused, letting out a breath that was not quite a sigh.

“Just… be careful with him, Henry. Please don’t break his heart.”

Henry opened up his mouth to speak, but what could he say that wouldn’t sound stupid, like a ridiculous cliché – “I would never…”? “I’m not that kind of guy…”? – and so instead he simply nodded, hoping Francis would understand. It was true that he hadn’t known John all that long – certainly not as long as the men outside sitting around that table – and despite their warm welcome, to them he was still an unknown element, someone who might possibly hurt their friend if given the chance.

But did he really have the power to break John’s heart, a prospect he found almost too terrible to fully contemplate? Because if what Francis was saying was true – and he had no reason to think it wasn’t – then John’s feelings for Henry ran even deeper than he had suspected. Henry was only beginning to formulate a true sense of his own feelings towards John, and he wondered if he, too, might have given away more of his heart than he was ready to acknowledge. But he knew he never wanted to hurt John or do anything to cause him pain – and when all was said and done, he never wanted to turn into a photograph that John would have to stick away inside a box.

Francis nodded back in acknowledgement and then brushed by him as he entered the men’s room, leaving Henry alone with his thoughts as he made his way back to the table.

As he walked back outside, he could see that James was in the middle of a story, the whole group still and quiet as they listened with rapt attention.

“…all we had been doing was sharing a delicious meal of döner kebab. How was I to know he was a black-market arms dealer wanted by six EU member states and Interpol?”

“So where’s the trial being held?” someone asked.

“Well, The Hague, naturally.”

Something about his interaction with Francis must have still been showing on his face, though, because once he found his seat again, John leaned in a little closer. “Everything all right?” he quietly asked.

“Of course,” Henry answered, offering him a wide, reassuring smile as he reached down and squeezed the top of John’s leg just above the knee.

James finished up his story – the tribunal was scheduled for this coming spring and he was trying to convince Francis that they should take a week and fly out to watch some of the proceedings (“I’ve sweetened the deal by offering to tack on an overnight in Amsterdam,” he added) – and by the time Francis returned, the bill had arrived. They settled up and began to say their farewells, and Henry was swallowed up in a number of hugs and requests to come back and join them again the following month.

Eventually, though, he was able to extricate himself and he and John found themselves back in front of the restaurant as John walked him back to where his car was parked along the street.

They stopped there, and Henry turned towards John, smiling gently as their gazes met. Part of him wanted to say something about Francis, and the conversation they had shared, but he knew that it was private enough that he shouldn’t, even if it meant keeping something from John.

“Your friends are great,” he said. “They care a lot about you.”

“They liked you, too,” John replied quietly, his gaze soft and full of tenderness. “But I’m not surprised.”

At any other point in his life, it would have been too much to have another person look at him the way that John Bridgens was looking at him just then. He wouldn’t have known what to do with it, or how to make sense of the feelings it was giving life to within his own chest, as his heart pressed deep and fast against his ribs, as if trying to convey the words that the rest of him didn’t dare to speak. At any other point his life, he might have thought only to escape the complexity and intensity of those feelings. But at this point, standing across from this man, extraordinary in so many ways, running away was the last thing he wanted to do.

“So I can’t really think about food right now,” he said, putting his hand to his overfull stomach, “but why don’t I head home and do a little planning and maybe run to the grocery store and then later tonight I can come over and cook dinner for the two of us?”

“You want to cook dinner?” John asked, his dark brows furrowing inward.

“I think you deserve a little break, don’t you? And it’ll give me a chance to practice some of the things I’ve learned.” Henry paused, the side of his mouth curling into a wicked half-grin. “Unless we’re not at the point in our relationship where you think you can trust me with your Cuisinart?”

John flashed him a knowing smile, the sight of which was enough to make Henry’s breath catch unsteadily in his throat.

“Sounds lovely,” he said.

Here’s a little Ella to get you in the mood and some references for grad-school-era John. As for Michael, I imagine him (in his teaching days, at least) looking a bit like a younger Ian McKellen, although maybe not quite so pretty!

#the terror amc #the terror #john bridgens #henry peglar #bridglar #bridgens x peglar #fanfiction #bridglar modern au #puella-peanut

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Hello lovely,I enjoyed reading what you wrote about what would be like to date saeyoung so if it doesn’t bother you could you write the same to the RFA?!

Its no problemo at all anon!

What it’s like to Date the RFA

Yoosung;;

LOADS of studying dates

he always has flash cards, kahoots, etc just for the two of you

its rumored MC made him actually work since he saw she was

He also lets MC play on his LOLOLOL account

but if any guy tries to mess with her

you KNOW he’ll whip on those headphones and start yelling

even if it meant a 12 hour ban

worst 12 hours of his life

he loves cleaning his apartment for MC

MC will just wake up and the smell of lemon

and bleach

he calls you his muse

the reason he still puts forth effort for school

but yet it always seems like he seeks rika in yo

no matter how many times you alert him you are not rika

he still says you remind him of her

this has caused several arguements

usually one of you storming out of the house

but as you walk under that starry night sky

the moon giving its welcoming shine

you hear a brisk pattern of foot prints get louder and closer

your head turns to see

yoosung.

out of breath and tears streaming down his cheeks

“You’re all I’ve hoped, dreamed, wished, begged for, please forgive me.”

and you’re welcomed with a warm, snotty hug from you one and only.

Zen;;

“Wow dating the hottest man alive!”

Its something you receive a lot

There are frequent cuddle sessions

Its as if the two of you are inseparable

Constant making out

Constant hand holding

Constant PDA

The two of you just have it made

Let’s not forget to mention when you two lock eyes while he’s on stage

His body moving gracefully yet his eyes showing ferocious at the same time lovingly to you

you were the only one he ever would perform for.

The jokes about his beast became more serious when you two became serious

You always seemed to send photos at the ‘worst’ times.

You had a separate album for just the photos he sends you

and the same he did for you.

He was always your #1 fan and always wanted to support your hobbies

He’d skip rehearsal for any anniversary the two of you created

“It’s been exactly 2 months since our 3rd date! Happy 3rd Date, 2 month, Anniversary!”

But sometimes you couldnt help but feel jealous

all the gorgeous woman he’d have to kiss,

all the people who got to see him shirtless,

You almost didn’t feel special at some points

You were already having a terrible day

3 guests denied your invitation, one of zen’s future roles were put on ‘understudy’

but as you stood behind stag as he kissed the lover in his current show

hiding behind the curtain so no one could see you

you could feel your heart burn with anger and jealousy

A warm tear slipped out of your eye as you gave out an exasperated sigh

You couldn’t handle crying in public.

You raced out the stage door with a loud slam

causing everyone stop

but only Zen was the one who moved

He dashed to the dressing room to see it was closed

“Jagiya… I’m coming in”

He’d crack the door open to see you burying your face into your arms

Small breaths could be heard as you cried

“Jagiya…”

You rose your head, wiping the solemn tears

playing it off with a laugh

“You know darling my heart only belongs to you, those women are no where as near as special as you are.”

He’d carry you bridal style as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

You felt yourself melt in his built arms

“Please understand that your jealousy is normal, but you have nothing to worry…

because you, yes you, are the only one I’ve brought on my roof…

because you, are my star.”

Jumin;;

He adores you

You were always on his mind, no matter the day

He’d find himself fantasizing about you while in meetings, dinners, anywhere where you weren’t by his side

You were his wife. His one and only.

He couldn’t picture his life with no one else.

Jumin always buys you everything you need

He has no shame buying all the monthly visit items, even if he has to buy pounds of chocolate at the same time.

He’s constantly checking your wishlist and pressing the ‘purchase’ button

But he still makes the cheesy gifts

He has a jar full of love notes from him for whenever he’s on a business trip

If it’s longer than 2 weeks, he leaves you notes around the house in every nook and cranny.

Once he learned how to skype

also taking short classes from v & you for photography

you best believe he skypes any free time he has.

You’re just watching TV?

Just position your laptop towards you and tell him the channel and he’ll watch it with you.

You coming with Driver Kim to pick him up were the best days he got, it was so welcoming to see you in person after a long week or 5 away from you.

But sometimes he’d become hostile

It took you awhile for him to allow you to go the other members of the RFA’s houses due to his skepticism of you being taken away from him.

It’s created several phone calls to end without a goodbye from him.

The remaining of the time there he can’t help but think of you and how he messed up

He’d remember his days where he wouldn’t let you leave, period.

Oh how he hated those days.

After one heated argument on you being allowed to go to Seven’s

He knew he couldn’t stay away any longer

He’d immediately return home

No questions asked by his employees as their boss sat in the plane seat

Anticipating his arrival home to his princess.

You knew his footsteps by heart

His feet clicking in a unique rhythm due to his shoes and his built

The sound always made you feel safe.

You’d race to open the door before he could

A smile on his pale face as he lifted you into a hug

Making sure to not even attempt to let go.

“You’re my precious jewel, I’m sorry I’ve been so selfish to show others your level of amazement that yet to this day still leaves me starstruck.”

You two never leave each other’s side that night as you sleep to his heart beat

the heart that only beats for you.

Jaehee;;

She always was (and still is) shy and timid

but if you wanted to try something new

she’d always try and join you.

The two of you always fantasized about opening a coffee shop so she could work on her own hours

She loves playing with your hair and singing you sweet lullabies as you watched zen’s movies

But yet it always seemed she was more focused on you than the shirtless scenes

the scenes that would always cause her to squeal in delight as she squeezed your hand

The two of you definitely have designated spa and massage days so Jaehee can let out your stress.

Also you both loved having the springs to yourself.

She’d always send you the goofiest pictures of her and Elizabeth

but at the same time venting to you about Jumin.

But sometimes it felt like you never saw her.

Like that dream coffee shop was slipping away

She’d only come home tired and could barely work out a small good night before she’d pass out on the bed.

You’d sometimes never even see her for more than 24 hours

But one day you’d had enough

You stormed to the H&R and demanded Jaehee have a vacation

since it was obvious Jumin ignored your pleas in the groupchat.

Jumin was awed by your persistence

but Jaehee was embarassed

That whole ride back to her house was silent.

“Why’d you have to make a scene…”

You’d feel your heart drop

she really viewed it as a scene?

She’d shake her head at your non-verbal reply.

She was too harsh.

“Im very sorry MC, I didnt know how to convey my emotions…

I am grateful you took the time out of your day to stand up for me.”

A smile slipped onto your lips as she continued.

“I can’t wait to spend 14 days of absolute bliss with you.”

Saeyoung;;

That can be found here.

Thank you for being so patient with me! I hope you enjoy this anon!

#mystic messenger #mysme 707 #mysmes #mystic messenger headcanons #mysmes jumin #luciel choi #saeyoung luciel choi #saeyoung choi #dating the rfa #ryu hyun #mysmes zen #zen #mystic messenger zen #mysmes yoosung #yoosung kim #jumin han #otome game #cheritz

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Imagine:

Elias comes to Colombia for a visit.

(This imagine takes place after this one: https://queenielacy.tumblr.com/post/165330826944/imagine-pacho-takes-manuel-with-him-to-mexico)

Pacho and Manuel had been communicating with Elias ever since they left Mexico and returned home to Cali. They'd call him and stay on the phone at all hours of the night, and send money and gifts back to Mexico. Elias would always complain about them sending him such expensive things, he always felt like he didn't deserve them, but they would always tell him not to worry about it and enjoy the presents.

Elias had just finished his shift and was about to head home when Amado approached him carrying an envelope in his hands. "Elias!" He called out and Elias walked over to meet him.

"Yes, Mister Carrillo." He answered and Amado handed him the envelope.

"No need to come to work tomorrow...or the next days." He said and Elias gave him a confused look as he took the envelope from him. What was going on? He didn't have to come to work? Was he being fired? Was this his final paycheck? His eyes widened at the thought. He couldn't lose his job. He needed it.

"Oh, Mister Carrillo, please don't fire me. I need this job. I'll do better. I promise." Elias begged and Amado shook his head and let out a chuckle.

"You're not fired, my dear boy." He said and clasped his shoulder. "You're going on a vacation."

"Vacation?" Elias questioned. He knew he had plenty of vacation days saved up because he could never afford to take one and he couldn't afford to take one now.

"From Pacho and Manuel. Have fun and try not to get into trouble." He said before turning to leave. Elias quickly opened the envelope and saw a ticket to Colombia inside. He smiled as he looked at the ticket. He was going to see Pacho and Manuel.

The next day, Elias was packed and ready to go when he heard a knock at his door. He found that odd because he didn't get too many visitors at his apartment. He opened the door and saw a man dressed in a nice black suit.

"Hello. My name is Roberto. I was hired to take you to the airport by a..." Roberto trails off as he looks at the paper in his hand. "Mister Herrera." He said and Pacho nodded. Elias told the man to give him a second. He grabbed his bags and then returned to the door. Roberto took his bags while Elias locked up his apartment. He walked downstairs and saw the black Bentley waiting on him. He should have known Pacho would send something this nice. He settled into the car and Roberto drove him to the airport.

Once they were at the airport, a woman that worked for the airline met him. She took his bags from Roberto and had another airline worker carry them for Elias. Elias took a few dollars to try to tip the driver but he refused, saying the tip had already been taken care of.

Elias was led into the airport by the airline worker and led to a special security line. He went through security quickly and then driven to the gate on a golf cart. He was let on first and he could see the other passengers looking at him, trying to figure out who he was. He felt like a celebrity. He was flown from Mexico to Colombia in first class and treated like royalty. If only the flight crew knew he was just a waiter.

Upon arrival in Colombia, he was taken by golf cart to his car, a Rolls Royce this time. He settled into the back as the man drove him. "You must be very important to Mister Herrera." He said and Elias shook his head.

"Not really." He answered. He didn't want to get ahead of himself. He understood that he was just a warm body and a nice piece of ass to Pacho and Manuel. He was okay with that. He'd take anything just to be near them.

"Don't think so little of yourself. He's been running us crazy preparing for you. Threatened to fire a couple people if you were unhappy." He said and Elias let out a chuckle. He couldn't imagine Pacho or Manuel worrying about him in such a way.

Thirty minutes later, the car pulled out to a beautiful mansion but Elias' eyes were focused on the two men standing out front, waiting on him. The door opened and he quickly out of the car and walked up the stairs to them. Neither wanted to wait their turn so they both ended up hugging Elias at the same time.

"We missed you." Pacho confessed and Elias nodded.

"I missed you both too." He said as he looked between the both of them. He was led into the house and shown around by them. He was introduced to a number of the staff and they were already treating him like he was their boss. As he was led through the home, Pacho and Manuel couldn't keep their hands off of him and Elias wanted more from them.

"You must be tired from the travel." Pacho said as they walked into the master bedroom. "We'll let you rest." He added and Elias shook his head.

"No." Elias spoke.

"No?" Manuel questioned.

"Well..." Elias started. "I didn't wear these for just sleeping." He said and backed away from them. He kicked off his shoes and socks before undoing the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He pulled off his jeans and turned around to show off the black thong he was wearing. It didn't take long for Pacho and Manuel to be all over him. He wanted that and he got it.

The next morning, he walked into the kitchen wearing only Pacho's shirt. The sex marks were clearly visible on his body.

"Wrecked is a good look on you." Camilla, their housekeeper, joked and Elias knew he'd never be able to live this down.

Pacho and Manuel took him to a party at Gilberto's home later that day. There were many tables and tents set up outside. There was so much food and drinks. A band wad playing on the stage and everyone was laughing and acting as if they had no problems in this world.

Elias was wearing a nice pair of slacks and a polo that Pacho had bought him before he came. As soon as he was introduced to Gilberto and Miguel, he was then whisked away by Gilberto's wives who fretted over how cute he was. Maria joined in on the conversation and as he sat with the rest of the wives, the realization dawned on him that he was rubbing shoulders with Cali's elite and that he was kind of a cartel wife, in a sense. He laughed at the thought. He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn't serious and that they were just getting their fill of him before they sent him back to Mexico.

"Excuse me, ladies." Pacho said as he approached the table. He held out his hand for Elias to take and he happily did. He got up from the table and followed Pacho to the dance floor. Pacho moved to face Elias and then pulled him into his arms. The two started to sway to the music of the band. Elias then saw a flash. He looked up to see Manuel holding a camera.

Manuel shrugged. "I couldn't help myself."

Elias had been in Cali for over a week and Pacho had really been enjoying the young man's presence. He could tell Manuel enjoyed Elias as well. There was a definite difference in their home with Elias in it. The young boy brought a bit of light to their dark world.

Pacho had come back from a meeting when he heard laughing coming from the living room. He walked in and saw a shirtless Manuel holding the expensive camera he bought him for his birthday. He was taking picture of Elias, who was laying on the couch. He was wearing one of Pacho's silk shirts. The shirt was unbuttoned and opened to reveal his slim torso. Elias was wearing a red lace thong and Pacho really needed to figure out where the boy got his underwear from because he wanted to buy him more. Elias was laying on his stomach, his ass slightly in the air, his hair was messy, and his lips were puffy as if he'd been sucking on something.

"Like this?" Elias questioned and Manuel nodded.

"Yeah, like that." He said and snapped more pictures. "You're so sexy baby." Manuel commented and that made Elias blush. Pacho watched them for a few moments before walking into the room.

"What are you two doing?" Pacho asked.

"Just having fun." Manuel answered. Pacho gave Manuel a kiss before going over to give Elias one. He gave Elias a smack on the ass and Elias yelped.

"Mister Pacho..." Pacho turned around and Camilla was there. "Mister Carrillo is on the phone." Pacho nodded and she left.

"I'll be right back." Pacho said and walked toward the door. He stopped and turned around to see Elias pulled Manuel down onto the couch. The two laughed before giving one another a kiss. He then left the room and went to his office to take the phone call.

"Amado." Pacho started. "It's nice to hear from you."

"Pacho, my man." He said. "So...Elias has been there for more than a week."

"He has." Pacho said and he heard Amado sigh on the other end.

"I'm not getting him back, am I?" Amado questioned and Pacho let out a chuckle.

"You shouldn't have let him out of Mexico if you wanted to keep him." Pacho explained and Amado laughed. "Be honest Amado, you knew I would keep him here."

"Take care of him, okay." Amado started. "He's been through a lot. He doesn't deserve any pain."

"I plan on taking care of him Amado." Pacho said. "Don't worry about him."

"If you hurt him, I won't hesitate to kidnap his ass and bring him back to Mexico. I mean it." Amado warned.

"I know you do. I promise. He's safe with me and Manuel." Pacho promised. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a photo shoot to attend."

"Photo shoot?" Amado questioned. "What the hell are you talking about? Actually..." Amado started before Pacho could answer his question. "Don't answer that. I have a feeling that I don't really want to know. Have fun." He said and hung up the phone. Pacho chuckled and hung up the phone after him.

He walked back to the living room to see Manuel on top of Elias. Elias' long legs wrapped around Manuel's waist and his head thrown back in pleasure. Pacho picked up the forgotten camera from the floor and started to snap pictures.

Yeah...Amado wasn't getting Elias back.

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