#and I don’t think the emotion of the ‘best man’ in his wedding hits him until just before the ceremony when he’s sitting in a room-

[woahjo]

I think that katsuki couldn’t rly decide on who would be his best man so kiri and izuku rock paper scissored for it.

[lesservillain]

baby daddy!eddie x mom!reader

cw: smut, non established relationship, best friend!eddie as well, idiots in love

wc: 3.8k

Closing the door as gently as he could, Eddie tip toed down the hall of the trailer and rounded into the kitchen to get himself a beer. He’d played hard enough with Autumn that she could barely keep her eyes open through her bath, but that also meant he wore himself out in the process. So after cracking open a can, he plops his ass down and turns on the TV, ready to chill until he passes out on the couch.

Well, that was the plan. Just as he got comfortable, there was a small knock on the trailer door. With a frustrated sigh, Eddie jumps back up, mumbling something about people coming to his house so late at night.

“Listen, I’ve told you all I don’t fucking deal anymore—Woah!”

Instead of some annoying kids looking for weed, Eddie was met with your sniffling nose and tear stained cheeks. He immediately went into best friend mode, wrapping you in a big hug and letting you get those emotions out.

After some crying and a soaked shoulder later, you finally peel yourself away from Eddie and attempted to talk, but only babbling came out.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Eddie says, thumbs rubbing the tops of your shoulders. “Just calm down and tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you?”

You shook your head, doing your best to compose yourself.

“He-he-he g-got mar-married,” you hiccup out.

Eddie blinks at you. He knows exactly what you were talking about. Dustin told him back when that Harrington met a girl about 6 months ago and apparently they hit it off right away. The last thing he wanted to do was tell you about her considering your long time pining for him Especially considering he’s the reason Harrington would never ask you out. But you ended up finding out on your own, and devastated couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt.

It seemed soon in Eddie’s opinion, granted he would marry you tomorrow if you would say yes. When Dustin told him that he was going to be the best man that the wedding, Eddie had mixed feelings. He knew that it would kill you when you found out. That you’d react exactly as you were now.

Actually, you’re doing a little better than he anticipated.

“He came into the store and,” you blew your nose into the toilet paper he grabbed for you, “and I saw the ring on his finger when he was getting his money out of his wallet.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.

“They haven’t even known each other that long! He’s such an idiot…”

“I’ve been trying to tell you that,” Eddie jokes, rolling his eyes.

“Oh god, what if--do you think it’s because she’s pregnant?”

Eddie’s pretty sure Dustin would have told him if that was the reason why, but it’s not an unreasonable guess.

“I don’t know, could be? Or maybe Steve Harrington is just an idiot like you said. And maybe they’ll be divorced by this time next year. Who knows, right?”

You sighed, leaning into Eddie and resting your head against him. “I don’t even know why I’m so upset. He was never going to ask me out anyway. No one wants a young single mom. Steve has his whole life to do what he wants, why would he be with someone who has so much baggage?”

“Hey, don’t say that about Audy,” Eddie scolds.

“No, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant,” you correct, “I was talking about myself. I’d never be with someone who didn’t accept Autumn. Even Steve Harrington. I just…I’m damaged goods, Eddie.”

Eddie could feel himself getting upset but didn’t want to make things worse right now, so he took a few breathes to steady himself. He said your name sternly, pulling your full attention to him.

“I don’t like it when you say things like that. It makes me feel like it’s my fault--”

“Eddie,” you stop him before he can get another word out, “You know that you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve told you before that if I was going to get pregnant right out of high school with anyone that I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else but you.”

Eddie knows this, and he feels the same. But it’s not what he wants.

Even though it was all a total accident, he hoped that night the two of you spent together was going to be the next step for both of you. And even though he was scared after you told him with tears in your eyes then that he had gotten you pregnant, he wished with all his might that it would bring the two of you closer together.

Which it did in a way. Obviously the two of you would be bound together for the rest of your lives, but it wasn’t in the way he wanted. You still were head over heels for Steve, and there was no way Eddie could even compare to the king.

“Yeah…I know.” He says somberly. Your brows pinch, making him worried he should have said something else.

Then your expression changed. You looked at him intensely for a moment, before your eyes became lidded and…were you leaning in?

Eddie thought fast, making a quick decision to put his hand over your mouth, stopping you in your tracks. Your eyes go wide as dinner plates, tears perching on your waterline as what hot embarrassment washes over you.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, suddenly regretting everything. This could have been his chance and he was an idiot.

You pull his hand from his mouth, sitting in silence for a moment before you begin to laugh. It catches Eddie off guard and he freezes.

“Eddie, I should be the one apologizing,” you say with giggles. “I’m the one who was stupid enough to try and kiss her best friend for a second time. We both know what happened the first time and the last thing we need is history to repeat itself.”

Eddie still felt conflicted. Your tone wasn’t sitting right with him, like there was some level of self depreciation in your words.

After a moment you stop laughing. Your face warps into worry as you stand from the couch.

“I-I need to go—“

“No, wait!” Eddie stands to grab your wrist before you could run away. He pulls you into him and hugs you tightly to him. You stand still before slowly wrapping your arms around him, gripping his shirt in your hands.

“Listen, I know you’re going through a lot emotionally right now, but…I’m here for whatever you need. Even if…” He trails off for a moment, knowing that he’s just going to hurt himself if he lets you use him. But he can’t turn you away when you need him. He’d rather you take advantage of his feelings than run off to someone else who would hook up with you without second thought.

“Even if it means crossing a boundary that we’ve already crossed before.”

Eddie feels you press into him harder, face buried in his chest. And when you look up at him, Eddie thinks he could melt into a puddle and let you mold him to however you’d like.

“I don’t think I should make any rash decisions right now,” you say with a sniffle. “I think I just need to clear my head. Let myself rot in my own misery instead of dumping it all on you.”

“Or,” Eddie says with a smile, “you could rot with me. I rented some movies and some beers in the fridge that have your name on them. I think we have some leftover pizza still, too.”

Your smile was so bright it was comparable to the sun rising. There was nothing in the world that could keep him down as long as you were happy. Eddie probably would have dropped out of school after his second failure if you hadn’t simply smiled at him and told him that he would graduate next year, for sure. He probably only did because you smiled at him every time he got a good grade.

The way you hugged him for a long time after a report card with no F’s on it kept Eddie’s head in the zone that last school year. And, well, the way your body felt under his when he finally graduated…

Eddie shook his head, wracking his brain for anything to keep his mind from thinking about that night right now. There’s no way him getting a boner while you were still holding on to him so tight would be good.

“I think that sounds like a good idea,” you finally say after staring up at him for several beats. But Eddie caught the somber look in your eyes. It was going to take a lot of distracting to get you in a good head space.

“You know, I think we might still have some popcorn, too.”

After a few drinks, some weed, and a movie and a half later, Eddie finds himself waking up on his couch at some point after falling asleep. The bright, staticy screen causes him to squint his eyes, turning his head enough to bump his chin against the top of your head.

Eddie looks down at where you’re leaning into his side. He vaguely remembers wrapping an arm around you before the two of you had succumbed to sleep. It pains him to possibly wake you but the urge to pee is what startled him awake in the first place, so he does his best to untangle himself from you and sneaks to the bathroom.

On the way back to the couch, Eddie decided to stop in his room and grab a blanket for the two of you. But when he returns, he finds you sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Hey,” you croak out, looking at him with squinted eyes.

“Hey,” he whispers back. “I brought us a blanket.”

You stretch before standing up from the couch. “I should probably head home, Eddie.”

“Sweetheart its,” he leans to check the time on the microwave, “3 in the morning.”

Your eyes go wide, hands running over your face. “It is? Fuuuuck.”

“Just stay,” Eddie says, walking over to you and wrapping you up in the blanket. You groan, feeling conflicted on if you should stay and sleep on Eddie’s couch or if you should brave the drive home.

“Hey, if you stay, you don’t have to drive all the way over here to get Fae in the morning.”

“Ugh, okay you got me,” you say, giving in. You sit back down on the couch and start to make yourself comfortable.

“Wait, you can sleep in my bed. Promise I don’t bite.”

That took less convincing as you pop back up, dragging the blankets behind you as you wobble to Eddie’s room. Eddie laughs as you plop into his bed, stealing one of his pillows to make yourself comfortable.

“Hey save some room for me,” he says, walking around to the other side to climb in. He lays next to you, adjusting in an obnoxious manner that has you giggling. You turn to face him and he does the same.

“I love you,” you say at the tail end of a giggle. It’s something said frequently between the two of you. Genuine as it’s spoken after years of friendship.

“Love you, too,” Eddie says with a sigh. Sleep soon takes you both over again. The only sounds that can be heard is the sound of the a/c doing its best to cool down the trailer.

Eddie felt himself waking once again, this time much more comfortably in his own bed. He yawned, shaking a bit as the feeling of waking overcame his body.

The sun peaking through the cracks of his curtains gave the room just enough light that he could see the room with a slight glow. Turning his head, he chanced to see if you were still laying with him. He had a dream that you’d left with Autumn and ran away with Steve that left a sick feeling in his stomach.

Much to his delight you were indeed still occupying the bed with him. Smiling wide as you looked at him, already awake where you lay.

“Mornin’,” he says in his morning voice, and your eyes flicker.

“Morning,” you squeak back. As Eddie turns to face you, your hand finds its way out from under the covers and reaches out towards him. Your fingers gently glide across his cheek, rubbing against the stubble as you push his hair out of his face.

The way you’re looking at him has Eddie’s tummy feeling funny, but in a different way from his dream. You’re looking at him the same way he looks at you.

Suddenly, you push yourself up on your arm, hand still on his cheek as you start to lean in once again. Eddie’s heart beats hard against his chest as you close the distance between the two of you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

It lasts a few moments, and Eddie melts into it. It was a kiss like none he’s ever had before. Not even compared to the last time the two of you kissed before Autumn was born. This kiss felt like a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter morning, the warmth spreading to every part of his body as he drank you in.

When you pulled away, Eddie chased after you, not wanting it to end so soon unknowing if it would ever happen again. When you don’t kiss him again, his eyes finally open to meet yours. They’re bouncing everywhere, scanning his face as if looking for an answer written on his skin.

“Eddie…”

But Eddie doesn’t let you ponder much longer, hand snaking around your head to pull you into him once more. This time more feverishly, the heat palpable between the two of you.

You shift so that you can bury your hands in his hair, and Eddie takes advantage of this to move himself above you. Eddie kisses you into the pillow beneath you, long kisses turning into passionate smacking, poking the fire that was burning between you.

“Tell me to stop,” Eddie says as his lips begin to move down your cheek and to your neck. He says your name breathily, “Tell me now, because I won't be able to stop once this starts.”

“I-I can’t. I won’t,” you stutter, hands grabbing at his waist as he kisses and nips at your neck. Eddie breathes against you, body alight knowing that you wanted this as much as him.

“But,” you say, stopping him in his tracks. You give him a coy smile, nodding towards the door. “You better make it quick. You know she’ll wake up at any moment.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, “Don’t gotta tell me twice. Better get to work then.”

Eddie suddenly lifts the blanket above the both of you and disappears underneath it. Soft kisses leave a trail from your knees to the apex between them. Eddie slips his fingers in the hem of the sleep pants he let you borrow, pulling them down with your panties in one quick motion. There was barely any light to see, so he decided to just dive in tongue first.

He ate you out like a man starved. Your thighs try hard to wrap around him as he works you up on his tongue, but his strong arms hold you open for him. Eddie groans at the way your fingers grip his hair, tugging just enough to burn so good against his scalp.

Once he added fingers, you had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself quiet. It was like Eddie knew exactly what you liked, because not long after you were coming undone, riding his face as you did.

Eddie crawls up your body, head resting between your breasts as he pokes out from under the covers.

“Jesus, Eddie,” you pant, looking at him in awe.

“And that’s not even the best part,” he teases, making you roll your eyes at him. You grab his face and bring him closer to you, tasting yourself on his lips as you kiss him again.

Eddie rolls his hips subconsciously, and you can feel how hard he is as he grinds against you. You want to say you also forgot how big he was, but it’s something you didn’t want to admit you thought about often.

Your hand travels between you, fingers trailing against his skin as you reach the hem of his boxers. Slipping under it, you feel your way to his hard cock, taking it in your hand to pump him. He whines against your lips, hips moving faster in your grip. You watch with awe struck eyes as his beautiful face contorts in pleasure above you.

“Please,” he pants out as he fucks your hand, “Wanna be inside you. Can I?”

You nod silently, unbelievably turned on by your best friend for the second time now.

He works fast pulling his boxers off quickly, a loud thwaping coming from his cock smacking against his stomach after getting caught on the waistband. Your eyes go wide as you take in his size.

After almost 2 years you’re still shocked at what Eddie Munson is packing. Those dumb ass cheerleaders that picked the bone head jocks over him have no idea what they missed out on.

Eddie settled himself between your legs, spitting on his own cock to get it good and wet before rubbing it in your soaked folds. You had a moment of clarity, realizing that Eddie wasn’t wearing a condom. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words got caught up in a moan as Eddie pushed his way inside of you.

The stretch took your breath away. Eddie seesawed his way into your tight cunt, opening you up on his cock until he was balls deep inside of you. He placed his hands on either hip and started moving, holding you tight as he worked up his pace.

Every thrust felt like too much and not enough at the same time. The constant knocking against your sweet spot had you seeing stars quickly, still worked up from him eating you out. The pretty sounds that Eddie was making wasn’t helping either, but you still had enough mind to shush him so that he wouldn’t wake your daughter.

Eddie’s pace quickens, and he makes the fatal mistake of adding his thumb to the mix. It only throttles you to the edge for a second time this morning. It’s not much longer before your vision goes white, toes curling as your orgasm takes over. It's probably the hardest you’ve cum in a long time.

“Oh, fuck.”

You barely registered Eddie’s words, but you definitely felt the reason behind his curses. Eddie was cumming deep inside you, balls emptying into your pussy as you were still riding out your own orgasm.

In the moment it felt amazing, but the post orgasm bliss left you crashing as you realized the very real situation you were both in.

Eddie felt himself being pushed by you, taking him out of his own high as he stumbled back on his ass. As you open your mouth to speak, Eddie is hit with a wave of deja vu with every word.

“Did you fucking cum in me?” The words came out in slow motion and Eddie’s body broke out in cold sweat.

“I-I’m sorry. I was going to pull out, I just—“

“What? You forgot? Are you kidding me Eddie? Do you not remember what happened the last time?”

Right on cue, your daughter's whines could be heard from across the hall. You sigh, kicking the covers completely away from you and grabbing the pajama pants you had back on.

“Listen, I really am sorry,” Eddie says, looking at you with big, sad eyes. You groan, unable to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that.

“What are we going to do then, Eddie?” You ask him, walking out of his bedroom to get your daughter.

Eddie sits on the bed for a moment and thinks. He knows that you getting pregnant again while Autumn’s only and a half isn't ideal. Not that you being pregnant is ideal anyway, but honestly Eddie wouldn’t be mad about it.

He was so head over heels for both you and Autumn that he doesn’t hate the idea of another person to love is the worst thing. But he’s also not the one doing all the hard work. And if it wasn’t obvious the first time that having a kid wouldn’t fix any problems, then having a second would probably not make much of a difference in your feelings towards him.

The door opens again and Eddie watches as you enter with a squealing toddler on your hip, clearly happy to see both mommy and daddy.

“Morning, sweet girl,” Eddie cooes, scooping his baby up and smothering her with kisses, sending Autumn into a fit of giggles.

“I went ahead and changed her. If you want to dress her I’ll make breakfast.”

Eddie gave you a quick salute as you went to the kitchen, leaving him and your mini me to get ready for the day. It took a lot of wrestling but he was able to get the little one dressed, including hair done, and looking presentable for the day.

Fixing her up in her highchair, Eddie sat at the small kitchen table and breathed a sigh of relief. You shook your head at his theatrics, setting breakfast down for the both of them.

“Hey, I was thinking,” Eddie said, spooning some applesauce into Autumn’s mouth. “After we eat, why don’t I follow you to the pharmacy and we can pick you up a Plan B?”

You quirk an eyebrow in amusement. “You have Plan B money this time?”

“Ha ha,” Eddie laughs dryly at your reference to the last time you had sex, the both of you freaking out over having no money. Thankfully Eddie was able to get a good job at Hawkins Auto Body when you got pregnant. He makes pretty good money now considering he was able to get his own trailer. Money is still tight, but he can manage.

“Fine, better eat up then, or else you’re gonna have two mouths to feed instead of one.”

Eddie looks at your daughter, spitting image of him, besides your nose, and smiles. Maybe now isn’t the right time, but…maybe one day.

[lvis44]

Sweet Escape - Wedding Pt. 2 // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Language, Alcohol Consumption, Angst, Anxiety

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Notes: The second part of our wedding... I was reading my doc and figured this part was solid enough to be put into the universe lol. More to come but, once again, I do not know the timeline. I hope this holds you guys enjoy and this holds you over in the meantime! *insert Lil Wayne - Sorry 4 The Wait - here*. I've said it a million times and I will say it a million more, I cannot get my brain to stay in one tense while writing so ignore it the best you can lol. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Epilogue - The Wedding Pt.1

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the dark ceiling when you hear your phone start to vibrate on the side table, causing you to groan. Just because your nerves are keeping you awake doesn’t mean you want to talk to anyone. When you see his name flash across your screen your first reaction is to laugh at his insistence but quickly anxiety washes over you. Every possible thing that could be wrong flashing through your mind as you answer his call.

“Lew?” You croak out, your voice dry in your throat.

“Hey. Shit, I didn’t wake you did I? Just needed to hear your voice and this can’t possibly count as me seeing you before the wedding.” He’s quiet on the other end, probably trying not to wake Miles in the other room.

“No, can’t sleep.” You admit. You’ve thought a few times throughout the night that you should have given in and let him hold you tonight, knowing you more than likely already would have fallen asleep.

“Neither can I, my nerves are going crazy.” He sounds vulnerable and you can’t help but worry.

“Not backing out on me, are you?” You attempt to joke, even though the anxiety is real.

“What? No, baby, never.” He laughs at the absurdity of your question, making you feel that much better, “No, I’m just stressing over the whole thing. Thinking maybe we should have just run away and eloped.”

“We still can.” You giggle, knowing he’s joking but understanding the feeling.

He joins you in your laughter before falling silent. You know he’s too deep in his own thoughts so you let him settle on what he wants to say.

“I’m just worried something will go wrong like the catering will be shit or the decorations won’t be right. I don’t know, I just need it to be perfect for you. Perfect for us.” He finally shares, his voice is tired.

“Lew, the only thing that could possibly ruin tomorrow is if for some reason we legally can’t get married. Even if we end up in a courthouse, I’m ending the day as your wife. Everything else is just an excuse for us to throw a kick ass party.” You try your best to assure him.

His laugh comes through the phone before he lets out a sigh, “You’re right, nothing else matters. This is why I’m marrying you ya’ know.”

“Why? Because I would have said yes even if you proposed with a ring pop?” You tease him, your smile spreading across your face.

“Well that,” He laughs, “but also because with two sentences from you, I’ve felt calmer than I’ve felt since the second I got here to the hotel. You always manage to make everything seem okay and truth be told as long as I have you, it is.”

His words hit you deep, knowing how much he means them.

“You know you’re supposed to save the vows for later, right?” You joke, trying not to choke up, knowing if you’re too sincere with him right now you will end up in tears.

“I love you Y/N.” He says simply, aware you're trying not to get too emotional.

“I love you Lewis. You wanna stay on the phone?” It’s something you’ve done many times while he’s been away and the distance has gotten to be too much. You barely talk, just content in the sound of each other's breathing and the rustle of the others sheets.

“If you don’t mind?” He sounds nervous again, like he feels like he’s asking too much of you.

“Always. Good night Lew, I love you.” You say quietly, settling back into your bed.

“I love you baby.”

You don’t say another word, both falling asleep quickly after your chat. The comfort of each other being all you needed to truly relax.

* * *

Charlotte's soft voice ringing through the room is the first thing you hear as you try to adjust to being awake. The second you start to come into yourself, the nerves come flooding in.

“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” Charlotte is laughing as you sit up in bed. Your phone is still sitting on top of the comforter next to you, the call now having ended. You can only assume Lewis is already awake and getting ready or his phone died. You can’t help but smile at the memory of your conversation last night, both of you needing a moment of solace within the other.

“What?” You ask groggily, attempting to wipe the sleep from your eyes.

“Well, to start I said Good Morning Ms. Soon to be Hamilton,” She started, her voice much too loud before realizing and quieting right down, “then I told you that hair and makeup are on their way to the venue and the car will be here in about an hour.”

You raised your eyebrows at her as she sat down on the bed.

“I know, I should have woken you up earlier but I heard you talking in here at almost three in the morning, I assume with Lewis, and I wanted you to get some sleep,” She explains softly, putting her hand up to stop you as you go to respond, “there’s a light breakfast here if you want some, but you have plenty of time to shower and grab some food. If you don’t eat now, I’ve already scheduled some food for you at the venue that you can eat while they're doing your hair before you get your makeup done.”

You let out a sigh, thankful that she has thought ahead, you go to thank her but she starts again.

“I’ve already confirmed with four different people at the venue that your dress is there, hair and makeup has a place to set up, your room is on the other side of the building from Lewis so you won’t run into him, and all of the decorations have arrived and are being set up. The only thing you have to do today is let us take care of you, know that Miles and I have everything under control, and get married!” She finishes her spiel with a smirk, knowing that everything she just covered were concerns running through your mind, always proving even further why she was your Maid of Honor.

“Thank you, you are an absolute angel.” You say as you grab her hand.

“I do have to ask, just being nosy,” She starts, laughing gently, “was it Lewis on the phone last night?”

You feel yourself blushing unnecessarily, there being no reason to be embarrassed for talking to the man you are about to marry.

“Yeah, neither of us could sleep, just needed to talk to each other for a second.” You say sheepishly.

“And that right there is why you two are getting married today baby!” She says enthusiastically, once again much louder than you would prefer for the time of day.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” You tell her as you push yourself out of bed, feeling your stomach growl, “food will be there for me?”

She laughs at your need to double check before nodding, “Yes there will, I heard that, you need some food.”

“Leave me alone.” You grumble, laughing softly to yourself too as you stumble to the bathroom.

“You’ve got an hour, let me know if you need anything.” You hear her yell as she makes her way out of your bedroom to let you shower in peace.

It feels like you’ve entered an alternate universe once you are out of the shower. You ended up taking longer than anticipated and were being rushed to get dressed before ushered downstairs and into the back of another town car. Charlotte had a small bag packed for you and said she would take care of your luggage that was still in the room after the wedding, keeping the suite for the bridal party to stay in after the event. 

Your jaw almost dropped when the car finally pulled into the venue. You had been there before, a few times actually, over the last two summer breaks with Lewis, trying to finally decide. But now… now it was snowing, a winter wonderland surrounding the manor that had been deemed a castle by almost everyone around you and you couldn’t help but agree. A castle had been a dream of yours as a kid but never something you found realistic as an adult, safe to say realistic wasn’t in Lewis’ vocabulary when it came to your wedding. You had been watching Downton Abbey for the third time one night and made an offhand joke to Lewis about how you should get married at Highclere Castle, from then on he had made it his mission to find something that fit the bill. His first thought had been the castle itself but it hadn’t been an option, instead he found a place just outside of London that you had never heard of, something your wedding planner had never even seen, it was perfect. It was large and regal but still fit with both of your styles, allowing it to be decorated with a fine line of modernity and tradition. 

When you pulled up to the front door it looked as though you had stepped into a movie, the snow painting the perfect backdrop despite your hesitance. You hadn’t been sure about a winter wedding but Lewis was impatient and winter was his favorite season. He had done so much of what you had dreamed of that you couldn’t help but agree, knowing it didn’t matter when or where you got married, as long as it ended with him.

Charlotte was quickly ushering you and your mother inside and out of the cold. The entrance was bustling with people moving flower arrangements, chairs, tables, everything you had asked for being set up right in front of your eyes. Charlotte was pulling you down the hallway to your left before you had a chance to even take it all in.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m rushing around but you can relax the second we get you into the bridal suite. I promise.” She was apologizing from in front of you while you tried to keep up with her brisk pace, your mom close behind you.

“Are we late?” You couldn’t help but ask, feeling nervous all over again.

“No , we’re perfectly on time, but the damn men are early and I will be damned if Lewis wins and sees you before you’re at the altar.” Her voice is serious and you can’t help but laugh out loud. It truly isn’t that big of a deal to you but the moment you mentioned it being part of the plan Charlotte and Miles made it their top priority for the day of the wedding.

“It’s really not that big of a deal.” You continue to laugh at Charlotte as she slows down once you’ve reached the doors of the suite. Secretly you wouldn’t mind a quick hello, or even just a glimpse at his beautiful face, but she was determined.

“It’s part of the plan therefore we will be sticking to it, everything will be exactly how you want it today.” Her voice is stern before she opens the door to the suite and welcomes you in.

You’re immediately welcomed by the crew you had hired to take care of everyones hair and makeup. You had spent a while choosing the perfect team and had been in touch with them frequently over the last few months and the familiar faces made you excited. Charlotte tells you to take a seat on the plush couch off to the side and makes her way over to talk with the crew, making sure everything is taken care of for you. Your mom comes to join you on the couch, mimosas in hand with a shocked look on her face, acting as if she doesn’t know where they came from. You giggle as you happily take one from her hand while someone sets food on the small table in front of you, immediately reminding you of how hungry you were back at the hotel.

“You should have something to eat, even if it’s just a nibble. You have some time before you need to start getting ready.” Your mom tells you softly, gesturing towards the spread sitting in front of you.

You nod, leaning forward to grab a pastry as you watch Charlotte in amusement, animated as ever while she gets everyone and everything organized. You take a moment to sit in silence, well as silent as it can be with people bustling about, letting yourself take it all in. You continue to eat as much as you feel you can keep down before someone is suggesting you get in your robe. When you come back from the changing room there are many more people in the room, everyone finally arrived and ready to get ready. You had decided to keep the wedding parties small on both sides. You had Charlotte as your maid of honor, your cousin who had become a sister to you over the years, and your childhood best friend. Miles was Lewis’ best man, Nicolas, and Daniel. Your mom was getting ready with you as well as Linda, Carmen and Lewis’ sisters.

As you sat in the chair watching your hair transform, joking and laughing with your stylist Javier, you took in the sight around you through the mirror. Both families and friends blending into one big happy group, laughing together and sharing mimosas. You were thrilled at the thought of everyone becoming one large family, beyond excited for the next chapter of your life.

“Ladies! I need to say something before everyone starts with their makeup,” Charlottes voice commanded the room getting everyone's attention, “thank you! Okay, I just need to start by saying Y/N, I love you so much and I am so beyond thrilled that you are marrying my second best friend,” she sends you a wink as you both laugh with Lewis not even in the room to defend his decade long friendship, “he is like a brother to me and you very quickly became my little sister. That being said, I want to stress to every one that today is supposed to be perfect and WE are going to make sure it is,” her words are firm as she gestures around the room to your bridesmaids, “these two mean the absolute world to me and after everything it took to get them to this point I will not settle for ‘okay’, we’re looking for perfection.”

“Char, it’s-” You try to stop her, feeling like she’s making far too big a deal out of your day.

“Nope, Y/N, let me say this, you deserve it.” She shushes you before continuing, “I want everyone to have an absolute blast but most importantly I NEED Y/N and Lewis to have the best day of their lives. Annoying guest? Figure it out. Issue with the rings? Find me or Miles. Trouble with your dress? Suck it up, today isn’t about us.” Her voice is that of a strict teacher as she lectures your family and friends and you can’t help but roll your eyes and laugh before the comment about the rings latches on to your brain, “Y/N, babe, I love you so much and I am so happy for you. You are marrying the best human I know, well second to you of course, and I cannot wait to see the life that you two create together, I know it will be magical. Cheers everybody!”

You barely even register the sweet words she directs at you as she finishes her speech, your body working on auto pilot to raise you mimosa for her toast. The moment she sees the look on your face she’s rushing over to you.

“Hon, what’s wrong? You look worried.”

“What’s wrong with the rings? They’re here, right? They look correct? Nothing’s broken? You said there’s a problem with the rings, what's the problem?” You rush out your new concerns, not taking a moment to think once she’s in front of you.

“What? No, no, everything’s fine. Why would there be a problem with the rings?” She asks you confused for a moment before the realization dawns on her face, “Oh sweetie that was just an example, everything is totally fine. It’s exactly like we talked about, I have your band and Miles has Lewis’, I even texted him when we got here to make sure he had it. Do you want to see yours? I have it in my bag, I can go grab it.” Her words of reassurance are rushed as she tries to calm the new anxiety fluttering through your mind.

“No, oh my god, sorry, I just…” You shake your head, wanting to laugh at yourself for becoming so panicked so quickly, “I think my brain just blacked out after I heard ‘issue with the rings’, I don’t know why I let that freak me out so much.”

“It’s okay, you have a lot going on and this is a big deal, don’t worry about it, it’s what I’m here for.” Charlotte calms you, rubbing your forearm as she squats in front of your chair.

“Alright beautiful bride! Ready to make that gorgeous face even better?” Javier’s voice comes excitedly from behind you, rubbing your shoulders as he tries to coax you to turn around so he can start on your makeup.

You take a deep breath, the reality of the day settling into the pit of your stomach, before turning around, ready to be transformed. You’ve had him do this look on you numerous times, wanting to make sure it was exactly what you wanted and you trust his skills, but still the underlying anxiety refuses to leave you. You had opted for a more natural look, similar to what you would do on the day to day but elevated, you wanted to look like yourself, like the you that Lewis fell in love with. As you sat in the chair being pampered, listening to people bustle around behind you, a billion new scary thoughts and anxieties swarmed through your head.

You know you’re making the right choice, there is no one in the universe better made for you than Lewis and no one who you could love or love you more than him. You know everything is taken care of and planned to your liking, but you didn’t place each flower or taste every dish prepared today. You know all of the most important people in your life RSVP’d yes, but you haven’t laid eyes on them today, you don’t know if they’ve arrived on time. Every single detail that has been a stress in the back of your mind for the last year has now become the only thing you can think about. You’re trying so hard to let them slip to the background, to stay in the moment, enjoy the laughter of your bridal party and the random chatter from Javier, but it doesn’t work.

Your mom is the first to notice, seeing you with a furrowed brow and your eyes shut tight as Javier steps away to grab something.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asks quietly, her hand resting on your shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze.

The sound of her voice almost brings you to tears and you can’t quite explain why. You look at her through the mirror, noticing the deep concern on her face.

“Everyone wants it to be so perfect, what if it isn’t? I asked everyone to travel so far and what if it lets them down. The Hamilton wedding is supposed to be THE event, what if it’s not right or something goes wrong or it isn’t what people were expecting?” You ramble so quietly you’re worried she won’t be able to hear you.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” She says through a pout, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and meeting you cheek to cheek, “not an ounce of what you just said matters, I know you’re nervous but don’t stress yourself. Today is supposed to be one of the best days of your life, not because of how fancy it is or what caterer you hired, but because you are marrying a man that will love you, protect you, and take care of you for the rest of your life. I know that it feels like it’s all about the party and the flair, but today you are taking a step for you and Lewis and that is all that matters, you are building your life with an amazing man who would move mountains for you and that is all that matters. All you have to worry about is making it to the end of the aisle, saying I Do, and kissing your husband. We’re all just lucky that we get to witness it.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out with a dry laugh, “you’re right. It’s just so much.”

“Just keep reminding yourself that that beautiful man is going to be legally yours till death do you part.” She laughs before kissing your cheek, lightening your mood as you picture his perfect face. While her words do ease your nerves a new very important thought pops into your head, a new non-negotiable.

“Charlotte.” You call out urgently, aware of your time crunch.

“I’m here, what do you need?” She asks quickly, rushing to your side like a lady in wait.

“Lewis,” You start, watching as her eyebrows shoot up in a disapproving look, “no I know, I won’t look at him or let him look at me, I just need to squeeze his hand and hear his voice, I promise.”

She still doesn’t look quite convinced as you plead with her, “Y/N, no seeing Lewis was a very hard rule from day one of wedding planning. Are you sure?”

“Char, please, figure out a way so I don’t see him, we’ll stick to the rules but he’s been there to calm me down and make sure I’m okay for every major thing in my life for a more than half a decade and I don’t know about you but I’d say this is a pretty major thing! It won’t be any worse than me talking to him last night, I swear.” You plead with her, grabbing her hands, suddenly very set on needing to at least speak to Lewis before walking down the aisle.

“Okay, okay, yes, I will make it happen, but before you get into your dress, just in case, gimme a sec.” She agrees as her face softens, seeing your desperation, realizing that she too would need Lewis for a moment before something this big. He may be your lover, your fiance, the man you are about to spend the rest of your life with, but at the core he is your best friend, the man that has been there for you since you showed up at game night years ago, your other half.

Charlotte quickly leaves the room after squeezing your hand and telling Javier he can start working again. You assume she’s headed to find Miles, or she’s gone straight to Lewis. You start to get anxious yet again that you may be causing Lewis anxiety, you should have told her to tell him that you’re fine and just being selfish, remembering the moment of fear you had last night when he had called you.

You’re not sure how long it takes her but once your makeup is finished she has returned and is requesting for you to follow her. You feel silly walking out of the suite with pinned hair and your robe on but all you can think about is talking to Lewis, eager to hear his voice as if you’ve just started dating. Charlotte ushers you down a hallway to an empty room with a door on the other side. You’re far enough away from everyone that the noise has quieted and you can subsequently feel your brain calming down, realizing just how overstimulated you’ve been for the last few hours. Charlotte guides you to the far wall of the room, next to the door frame, turning you to back up against it before gently knocking on the door. It takes only a second for the door to open, Miles’ smiling face appearing next to you.

“Well hello beauty, you look fucking incredible.” He says before leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“It’s not fair that I don’t get to see her.” You hear your fiance whine from the other side of the wall, making you giggle and your cheeks warm.

“All in due time brother, you’re the lucky one though, you get to see her at the altar.” Miles says teasingly, leaning back through the door to look at Lewis before coming back to you, “So I have your fiance here as requested. Char and I will give you guys some privacy.”

“Thank you Miles, I’m sorry if this is a pain, I just needed a minute.” You tell him, reaching out to squeeze his arm.

Before he can respond, Miles is bursting out into a laugh, “Love, this was a help on my end, mans has been so annoyed that he hasn’t been allowed to see you all day, he hasn’t shut up about you once. Enjoy, you evidently both need it.” He says as his laughter begins to die down, sending a disapproving look into the room behind you where you assume Lewis is giving him the same back. “You guys have five minutes, and absolutely no peeking.”

“We won’t.” You and Lewis both promise in unison, making both of you giggle as Charlotte and Miles walk away to another room to give you your privacy.

“I mean it!” Miles turns around to yell, still walking backwards as he points his finger at you, “ I will know just by the look on bruvs face if he caught a glimpse of you, don’t you dare.”

“We’ll be good, I promise. Thank you guys!” You yell back at him as they disappear through a nearby door.

“Hey you.” You hear Lewis’ soft voice after a moment, your heart swelling just upon hearing the recognizable timbre.

“Hi.” You squeak, forgetting everything you had wanted to say when you asked Charlotte to make this happen.

“Are you okay?” He asks you, his voice filled with concern and care.

“Yes, oh my god yes,” You start, your anxiety of concerning him coming back tenfold, “I’m so sorry, I just, I don’t know, I was getting really anxious and then I realized that I haven’t had a big moment in life without you either being right there or calling me for like more than five years and then I got worried that I wouldn’t make it through something like this without talking to you first, which is silly because I know I’m literally preparing myself to marry you, like I’m going to see you at the altar in like an hour but I don’t know, my mom said all this stuff about how amazing you are trying to calm my nerves and then I realized I absolutely had to at least talk to you and I’m sorry if you were busy, I’m not trying to be needy, you just calm me and this day is so much and there's so much going on and it has to be perfect and-” Your words are rushed, not thinking them through as you ramble to him, not stopping to even take a breath.

“Y/N,” Lewis cuts you off, his voice firm but gentle, “it’s okay, please take a breath.”

You drop your head, almost embarrassed by how calm he sounds with the emotions swirling around in your head at the moment. You listen to his request and take a deep breath, trying to calm your breathing and your mind.

“Good, now another.” He instructs you calmly as you feel his hand sneak around the door frame and brush your hip.

The moment you see his skin you reach down and grasp his hand firmly, needing him to ground you as you take yet another deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you squeeze his hand, trying to breathe like he wants you to.

“Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for,” He starts softly, squeezing your hand just as firmly, “I know this whole thing is a lot and there’s so much going on, but none of that is important. I don’t give a fuck how anything goes as long as I get to end the night married to you, that’s all that matters today,” His voice is soft as he assures you, washing over you like a warm blanket before it turns cheeky as he adds, “well I also want to see you in that dress and obviously whatever you have underneath it.”

You want to laugh and cry at the same time, amused by how easily a stupid (yet serious) comment could lift your spirits, simply because it came from him. Amazed that the same sentiment that has been spoken to you by everyone around you with no avail, could take a burden off your chest simply because they came from his mouth.

“I love you so much Lew.” You reply, squeezing his hand so hard you’re worried you’ll hurt him, trying to fight back tears as you do.

“I love you so much my sweet girl and I will tell you just how much when you meet me at the altar. You’ve changed my life, you’ve made me a better man, a better human, you’ve made me happier than I knew was even possible and I want nothing more than to marry you today. I don’t care how that happens, if you want to run away right now and head to vegas we can, at the end of the day I just want you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and nothing matters besides us. This whole castle could burn down right now and as long as I still had you I truly would not care. I love you so much and today is going to be incredible no matter what happens, but I bet you nothing will go wrong because we planned it and we’re pretty amazing.” He sealed his words with a kiss to the back of your hand, chuckling as he finished. His lips on your skin gave you a whole new sense of confidence and ignited a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You wished so badly that you could see him, that you could properly kiss him, but you reminded yourself that you were close to the finish line, that he would be all yours soon.

“I love you too, so so much, thank you for this, I’m sorry if I interrupted, I just needed to hear your voice and be close to you.” You admit to him with a sigh as you lean back against the wall.

“You’re never an interruption, whenever you need me I’m here, always. Besides, Miles wasn’t lying, I’ve been going crazy since we left the rehearsal dinner wanting to see you, touch you, kiss you, talk to you, literally anything. I know we’ve gone weeks apart from each other but everything feels different right now.” He tells you, making you smile, that you're not completely alone in your desperation. You take a moment, leaning against the wall in silence as you hold his hand, letting your nerves wash away.

“Alright, love birds! Time to go get fancy and hit the altar!” Miles’ voice cuts through your moment as he hollers and claps, returning to the room.

You let out a sigh, wishing your moment with Lewis could continue but reluctantly begin to move away from the wall. Before you can get too far, he is gripping your hand and pulling you back to place a kiss on your hand before leaving a lingering kiss on your pulse point.

“I love you Y/N, just come meet me at the altar. Nothing else matters.” His words are muttered into the skin of your wrist before he finally lets you go and Charlotte is ushering you away back to your suite as Miles stands guard making sure Lewis doesn’t cheat and sneak a peek at you.

“Feeling better?” Char asks as you make your way down the hall.

“So much better, I feel perfect.” You say through a smile, meaning it wholeheartedly, “ I’M GETTING MARRIED!”

[sunnylua]

loml | G. Satoru

angst, arranged marriage;

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You had to excuse yourself from the table. The sight of a woman, who’s now the fiancee of the man who swore he’d give you the stars and the moon, intertwining her fingers with his. It made you want to throw up. Your heart clenched in the worst way as you stepped out of the café.

Such an idiot. He really thought it was a good idea for me to meet her.

You left for a few years and you came back to this. The love of your life marrying someone else.

He had to excuse himself too, following you outside. He gently tapped your shoulder once he reached you.

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asked, his signature smile on his lips, which immediately faded when he sensed something was off.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just needed some air.” You replied.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He leaned back on a wall next to you.

A dry chuckle escaped your lips. “I hate that you know me well.”

His expression continued worried. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?” He was still your best friend after all.

You sighed. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel very comfortable.” Uncomfortable was an understatement. You felt like your heat was being ripped out of your chest.

He nodded. “You don’t feel comfortable seeing us together.” You didn’t want to admit it to him, but he already knew.

“Can you blame me? How was I supposed to expect you were going to marry someone… and so suddenly.” You looked away from his eyes, you felt ashamed.

Satoru let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you like this. It's just..." He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts and articulate what he wanted to say. He knew that there was no easy way to explain the situation.

“It's just... my clan. They basically forced me to marry her. They wanted someone from another powerful family to continue their bloodline. It's a stupid tradition, I know..."

He paused for a moment, his eyes searching your face for any sign of understanding. He wasn’t trying to make excuses, he just wanted you to understand the difficult position he was in.

You sighed. “I can’t even be mad at you…” As much as you wanted to blame him for it, you couldn’t. You knew it wasn’t his fault, or hers.

Satoru’s shoulders relaxed, relieved that you weren't angry at him. He took a step closer to you, his hand gently reaching out to touch your shoulder. He looked into your eyes, his expression filled with guilt. "I never wanted this, you know? I never wanted to marry someone I don’t even love...”

You took a deep breath, looking away from him. “You look good together, might be convenient.”

Satoru's jaw tightened as he clenched his fists at his sides. He knew deep down that what you said had some truth to it, but hearing it out loud made him feel a pang of frustration and anger. "Is that all you see it as? A convenient arrangement? Do you think I actually wanted this, that I'm happy to marry a woman I don't even love?"

“I know you don’t, but that’s what it is now.” You were saying things you didn’t mean, your logic fighting with your emotions.

Satoru's expression softened once again. He knew you were right, but hearing it from you stung nonetheless. He let out a defeated sigh and leaned against the wall. "Yeah... you're right. That's what it is now. A convenient arrangement that I'm forced into."

You looked at him, seeing his sad eyes made your heart ache. “I’m sorry this is happening…” You sighed.

Satoru shook his head, his eyes falling to the ground. He appreciated your sympathy, but it didn’t make the situation any easier to bear. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I should have told you about this sooner..."

After a short silence you spoke. “Don’t invite me to the wedding.”

Your words hit Satoru like a punch to the gut. He flinched slightly, his mind spinning. He hadn't even considered the wedding. And now, hearing you refuse to attend... It hurt. A lot. "You... what?”

You press your lips, your eyes were getting teary “God, don’t even tell me the date or the place.”

As your eyes filled with tears, Satoru's expression turned pained. He hated seeing you like this, but he knew he was the one who caused it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke quietly. "I... I won't tell you the date. But... Damn it, yn. Will I even see you again before that?"

“Would it make sense to?” Your tears finally ran down your cheeks.

Satoru's voice caught in his throat. He knew the answer to your question, but it didn’t make it any easier to accept. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "No... it probably wouldn’t make sense. But damn it, I don’t care. I want to see you."

You slightly shook your head. “It’s not fair… for me or for her.” Your voice cracked. You wanted to tell him that you loved him and you’d wait for him. To run away with you.

Satoru frowned at your words, his brows furrowing. "Since when were you so concerned about what's fair? Since when has life ever been fair to us?"

“You’re right. Nothing is fair.” Your voice became firm as you looked at him again.

Satoru took another step closer to you again. "Exactly. Life's not fair, and we've both been through our fair share of unfairness. But that doesn't mean… that doesn't mean we have to give up on the things we care about."

“So what will you do, huh? What, Satoru?” You were getting irritated, this whole situation wouldn’t have been happening if you didn’t leave for that stupid mission. “Are you going to ignore the fact that you’re getting married and meet me behind them all?”

Satoru let out a frustrated exhale, running a hand through his hair. He knew that what he was about to say next was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. "Yes. That’s exactly what I want to do. I want to ignore that I’m getting married and continue seeing you. I don’t want to lose you."

You looked at him in the eyes that were now tearing up despite looking angry. “You know you can’t…”

Satoru’s heart sank as he watched the tears well up in your eyes. He knew you were right, but he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. "Damn it yn, I know! I know it’s stupid and selfish, but I can’t help it. I can’t bear the thought of losing you."

“I don’t want this either… but you’re losing me.”Those words escaped your lips hurting both the both of you. Those words resounded loudly as if they were the only words that could be heard.

Satoru’s heart squeezed in his chest as you said those words. He took a step back, his arms hanging limply at his sides. "You’re right, I did. But I don’t want to accept it. I don’t want to accept that I can’t see you anymore. That I can’t touch you.”

“It’s time to start facing it, Satoru.” You said quietly looking away.

“Easier said than done… how do you expect me to feel when I’m losing the woman I love the most in my life.” He said irritated.

“And how do you think I feel? Coming back after two years to see you hand in hand with the perfect woman?!” You almost cried saying this, feeling like you had a knife twisting in your chest.

Satoru took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He hated seeing you so upset, and it was killing him knowing that there was nothing he could do to change the situation. "I wish things could be different. I wish I could choose who I wanted to be with. But the clan…" He trailed off, his voice filled with bitterness.

“It’s always the clan…” You said under your breath. “There’s no more today say. You… you should go back inside. We’ve been here for so long.” You wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

Satoru looked conflicted. He didn’t want to go back, he wanted to spend more time with you, but he knew he didn’t have a choice. He reluctantly nodded, his expression resigned. "Yeah, you’re right. I should go back."

He looked at you, his eyes red and tear stained cheeks. “I’m sorry, yn. I really am…”

“I am too…”

The both of you parted ways. Walking back to your new lives without each other. It turned from calling the love of your life to loss of your life.

-

Lua’s note: damn

[animeniacss]

Heya!

I just read your imagine about Wonwoo and became an emotional wreck 😭

Could you please write something angsty about Mingyu? Like maybe a failed arranged marriage...

Would love it if you could cook something up with the suggestion.

Thank you 💜

OMG so sorry it took so long! I hope you like what I have! It was fun to write! <3

Synopsis: It's your wedding day, and you remember the memories of how you were arranged to marry and fall in love with Kim Mingyu

Tags: NonIdol!AU, Marriage, Angst, Flasbacks, Arranged Marriage,

Length: approx. 3.8k words

Mingyu x Reader - Down the Aisle

“What do you think our wedding will be like, Mingyu?”

“Hm….something extravagant…something beautiful. Just like you.” 

“You look so beautiful.” The female voice behind you made you open your eyes, staring into the lush vanity before you—the plush of the robe you had on pressed against your body, tickling your skin. In your hair, a brush offers a similar sensation through your scalp.

“Thanks, Jihyo,” you said softly. A moment of silence before you said. “I cannot believe that today’s the day….” your voice was soft.

“I know! It feels like yesterday you were going to meet him for dinner and now you’re getting married!” Jihyo’s grin made your heart thump in your chest. 

“I know.” You watched Jihyo tug your hair into a tight updo, grabbing bobby pins to keep the hair in place. You licked your lips, watching as some strands of hair fell from your face. A quick brush of your fingers and the hair was tucked behind your ear. 

“You have a hair falling from your ponytail. May I?” You watched with shaky eyes as a large hand reached across the table, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked up at a humored lopsided grin, and a hand ran through his hair as he leaned back in his chair. “There. Perfect.” 

You watched Jihyo take the piece of hair and tangle it into your updo, a bobby pin added to keep it in place. When she smiled you realized then your expression had been pretty neutral. Your lips quirked up in a smile.

“Nervous?” 

“No,” you said, almost too quickly. Jihyo’s hands stopped in your hair. “...No.” 

“Good, don’t be! What’s he gonna do, get cold feet? Arranged marriage or not he’s totally in love with you.” That comment made the smile on your lips soften just a bit, and you watched Jihyo head over to the side of the vanity, pulling out makeup. You turned in your chair, a fond smile on your face. Jihyo was giddy about this morning’s festivities. Being a part of something so wonderful, so memorable. It made any worries you did have quell. 

Two hours left until you walked down the aisle. 

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“This is Kim Mingyu. His father owns L&S Entertainment in Seoul! We’ve been talking for a few months and we were hoping the two of you hit it off today!” 

You thought your mother was crazy at the time, staring across the table at the broad-shouldered man in the navy blue suit with slicked-back hair. Apart from polite greetings, you’d yet to say two words to the man across the table - Kim Mingyu, you made a note to remember that - yet your parents were talking as if the wedding were mere days away. It was sudden, but not surprising. You were 17 then, and you knew this was coming almost as soon as the end of your academic career was. Your hands kept themselves busy by pushing food around your plate with a fork. 

As you put a forkful to your lips, Mingyu leaned over in his chair, catching your attention with a hum and a quick call of your name. When you looked over, he smiled grinning, lopsided and nervous. 

“I didn’t know about this until this morning,” he admitted. You blinked a few times, swallowing your bite before breaking into an amused grin.

“I didn’t know until my mother opened her mouth.” And Mingyu threw his head back to laugh, loud but warm in the way it hit your ears. He chuckled, sticking his hand out. 

“This might not be so bad.” he stuck his hand out. “Let’s make the best of it for now, yeah?” You nodded, sticking your hand out as the both of you shook on it. 

For now. Those two words never felt like they meant so little. 

You felt your thoughts slip through your body as Jihyo tugged the corset of the back of your dress, gasping as you pressed your hands against the side of the bed. “Ah, Jesus.” you groaned. “I hate this. Why did I pick this dress?!”

“Because you look beautiful!” She laughed. “Besides, I’m almost done!” A few more tugs, a few more grunts, and Jihyo let out a hum of approval. “Nice job if I do say so myself. You look stunning.” 

Turning your gaze to the full-length mirror on the side of the bed, you looked yourself over. Your dress was stunning, your breath would be taken from you if the corset was not already at work squishing your insides. Hands pressed against the corsetted bodice, running them along your sides as if to convince yourself that what you were seeing right now was real. It was happening. 

“Your parents are already suggesting wedding dresses?” Mingyu’s eyes widened as he looked up from his textbook. You sighed, flipping lazily through your own, exhaustion on your features. 

“They’re very excited.” You smiled.

“Are you not?” Mingyu pouted, and you covered your mouth to laugh.

“We’ve known about this for what? A month.”

“A month and three days,” Mingyu added, and you snorted. Mingyu giggled in amusement. “But no, that’s crazy. Is there anything I can do to make it a bit easier?” You shook your head. 

“Nah. It’s bound to arrive sooner or later.” You lifted your pencil from the table one more time, eyes flicking down to look at your assignment once again. Mingyu seemed to stare at you from across the table, and you brought your eyes to his gaze one more time. “You okay?”

“Sorry,” he said. 

Confusion came in the form of a furrowed brow and a tilt of your head. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I’m sure this isn’t what you imagine when you think of your wedding and dress shopping and planning.”

“No, but I knew it would be something similar.” you smiled. “Besides, at least I’m marrying someone nice, like you.” Mingyu smiled, cheeks tinting pink. “Someone I tolerate, y’know?”

“Oh, thanks.” He snorted, covering his mouth with his hands. 

Your name was called to the door, seeing it open and your mother stepped in. Within seconds she was tearing up. “Oh my God, you look beautiful. Just as I knew you would!” You smiled, watching as your mother pulled you into a gentle hug, careful not to wrinkle your dress or mess up your hair. She pulled away, scanning your silhouette as she wiped her eyes. 

“Mom, please don’t cry,” you begged behind a small chuckle, fondness thumping in your chest. 

“I know.” she sniffled. “I just…after everything we’ve gone through to get to this day it’s amazing it’s finally here. I’m just so happy for you.”

Another small chuckle, fondness morphing into something much harder to read. A small smile played on your lips as you held your mother's hands. She immediately pulled them up and kissed them. You turned to yourself in the mirror again, your mother slipping behind you. You felt your fingers curl into the fabric of your dress as hard as you could without ripping the expensive material. Your mother looked you over through the mirror as well, her own hands coming up to brush some stray hairs off your face and make sure nothing was lingering on your dress from its packaging. “I’m so proud of you, honey….” 

“I didn’t do anything,” you whispered.

“You did enough. You’ve done a lot for this family, you’ve been a trooper….” You inhaled a shaky breath, offering a small smile as your mother ran a hand along your arms. “The guests are starting to arrive. I’ll go see if the photographer is ready.” With a gentle kiss on your cheek, your mother waved off Jihyo before exiting the room and closing the door behind her. You heard Jihyo messing around with some of the cleanup in the room, leaving you to your thoughts for a few minutes as you stared at yourself. Hair up, dress corseted, make-up done. Something sparkled, and when you looked down, you admired the rock sitting prettily on your ring finger. The wedding band encircling the actual ring sparkled almost as bright as the main diamond, decorated with beautiful stones and silver plating. It was a dream to have a ring like that sitting on your finger. A small smile formed on your lips. 

“I wasn’t sure what kind of ring you’d like,” Mingyu said, turning his attention to you on the couch. You glance up at him, chopsticks stopping in midair with noodles hanging from them, dangling over your take-out box. The sight made Mingyu snort. “My father told me I could use an old family ring but I thought that was cheesy.”

Quickly, you slurped up your noodles and set the chopsticks down, turning your attention to him fully. “I think that’s kind of romantic, actually…” 

“You do?” His eyes went wide. “Shit, I need to call my dad.” You watched,  humor in your eyes as Mingyu scrambled for his phone. 

“Mingyu,” you said. When he turned his head, you lifted your hand, wiggling your fingers in his direction. “You get me whatever you think will look best. I have to wear it forever, after all.” Mingyu took your hand, pulling it closer to place a gentle kiss on the knuckles. Fondness filled your eyes as Mingyu set your hand back down, rubbing his thumb over the temporarily empty ring finger. 

“Then I’ll make sure it’s perfect for you and only you. Promise.” 

“You ready?” Jihyo asked, pulling your attention back to your friend. She was fixing her earrings in the mirror, hair blown out and settling nicely around her shoulders. She looked beautiful, smiling in excitement for the event waiting just downstairs. 

You felt your lips tug into a smile; what felt like two pins pressing into your cheeks to attempt to keep it there for the evening. “Yes,” you said. “I’m ready.” 

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“Mingyu, how do I look?” you asked, turning to him. Mingyu peeked up from his phone, smiling as he saw you walk over to the ornate, plush couch sitting in the middle of the large room. A photographer was standing across the room, setting up his camera. The taller male smiled warmly as you took your seat beside him, draping his arm over your shoulder. 

“Beautiful.” He said. “Do you have lots of make-up on?” When he saw you nod, he nodded, offering you a kiss through the air to not smear it. You covered your mouth to hide your laugh.

“Oh God, you’re such a dork!” you said, slapping his knee. The sound of your mother stepping into view beside the cameraman made you both look up. 

“Ready? We need to have these wedding invitations ready by the end of the week to send out.” she smiled, but you saw her eyes dart over her shoulder when Mingyu’s parents approached, pulling her attention. The photographer set himself up with his camera. With a nod of confirmation from both of you, he immediately got to work.

“Scoot together.” *Click* “Mingyu, sit up straighter.” *Click click*. “Stand up behind her with your hand on her shoulder.” *Click*

For thirty minutes you and Mingyu moved around the chair and its surrounding area like dolls, giggling and laughing as the photographer put you both in various poses. 

“This is a bit ridiculous,” you said. “All this for one photo?”

“It’s kind of fun,” Mingyu responded. “I feel like a celebrity.”

“You’re the son of an entertainment company owner. You already are a celebrity.” Mingyu laughed a bit, leaning back in the chair and draping his arm over the back of it. You scooted closer, resting back as well and taking a deep breath. “I can’t believe it’s happening in less than four months.”

“I know,” he said. “It’s going to be amazing.”

“You think so?” You glanced up at him. Mingyu nodded. As the two of you took some time to relax while the photographer prepared the next round of photos, your eyes looked up in the direction of your parents. Your mother's back was to you, but it didn’t take a genius to notice she was tense. Something was on her mind as she spoke to Mingyu’s parents, her arms darting every which way as she continued to speak. 

You just barely registered her piercing glance back to the scene before the photographer snapped another picture.

*Click*

The photographer was already snapping pictures as you headed down the steps from your room. Your family was already at the bottom, watching with tears in their eyes. You gripped your bouquet in your hands, each step a bit more hesitant than the last as you got closer to the bottom. Your eyes immediately fell to the closed double doors on your left when you had a second. The chatter of guests muffled the door making them sound more like buzzing bees than party guests. 

“Alright, everything is ready.” your mother grinned. “Are you excited? Oh, I’m gonna cry…” she wiped her eyes with a napkin she pulled perfectly out of her sleeve. “We’ll see you in there, alright?” You nodded, waving your mother and Jihyo off as they went into the room with the photographer. You inhaled, feeling your father come to your side and offer his arm. As you stared ahead at the door, you saw a black suit being fixed, a hand running through black hair, and a familiar smile. You inhaled deeply. 

“Everything is ready,” you said. The sound of music was heard through the doors, and they opened once again, allowing you and your father to head down the aisle. Immediately, the guests turned towards you, smiling at the beautiful bride as she floated down the aisle. Your eyes darted through the friends and family, smiling warmly and nodding your head as they gasped and waved you off. When you turned your head, you saw him, smiling his familiar lopsided grin in your direction.

“I’m so lucky I get to be the person marrying you. I never thought an arranged marriage would work out for me this way.”

“I love you so much!” 

Kim Mingyu.

Standing at the end of the farthest pew in the building. 

“Your engagement to Kim Mingyu is off!”

When the both of you locked eyes, even for a brief second, you saw his breath hitch, his eyes taking in your entire form. Time felt like it stopped in that moment, the both of you locked in on one another. 

“Mom!” 

“He and his entire family are nothing more than backstabbing narcissists!  I was wrong about them the entire time. I should have known entertainment moguls would try to pull a fast one on us!”

“Mom, you’re not making any sense.”

“I already told them. The engagement’s off..”

“It’s in three months!” 

“I don’t care!” She said. “No child of mine will be married to a son who will grow up to be exactly like their selfish parents!” 

When your father tugged at your arm gently, you turned your head back to him. You could see the gentle, almost sympathetic look in his eyes. He leaned to the side, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead in hopes of easing your mind. 

You had tried desperately to change your mother's mind at first. Then, you tried to see Mingyu despite your mother’s refusal. Despite his parent's attempts to keep the two of you apart. The two of them said it was over between you. 

You were halfway down the aisle when you finally allowed yourself to look forward. A sharp sting was felt behind your eyes, but you managed to blink it away because you heard the photographer snapping pictures and you knew damn well you’d never allow him to catch you with runny mascara. With one deep breath, you gripped your bouquet and finally took a good look at the groom waiting for you at the end of the aisle. 

“Honey, I’d like you to meet Lee Jihoon.” Your mother said over a similar dining table, motioning to the well-dressed and handsome male across from you. He ran a hand through his hair, offering you a polite smile. You could see the nerves in his eyes. 

You were 21 now. Halfway through college, preparing to work for your mother, and still with no husband. Until now. 

“His father runs the Lee Tech Company. We’ve been in contact for a few months and we’re hoping the two of you hit it off.”

You offered Jihoon a smile, eyes flicking down to your plate as you moved the food around with your fork. Your mother talked family with the Lee family, and you felt a disgustingly intense sense of deja vu. Especially when Jihoon leaned over and smiled, a gentleness in his eyes that worked to ease your nerves.

“I heard about what happened…” he said softly. “I’m sorry. My parents told me I had to at least come and meet you.” You offered a polite chuckle. “If you’re uncomfortable I can tell them-.”

“No.” You said softly. “No, it’s okay,” you said softly. “It’s…it is what it is.” Jihoon frowned a bit as he watched you take a forkful of food into your lips. You looked at him. “Even if I wanted to try and get back with him….He’s been put in another marriage….I think of an actress from his father’s company.” 

Jihoon hissed, which made you cover your mouth to laugh. “Ah, I’m sorry!”

“No. It’s okay…” you said again. As your parents directed your attention back to them, you offered one more look at Jihoon before wondering if this one would end similarly to Mingyu’s. Loved and lost in six months. 

That didn’t happen, and you found yourself standing in front of Jihoon, who fixed his suit and offered you a kind smile. When you looked at the man to your right, he offered you a smile, squeezing your hand in reassurance. It worked for a few seconds before the priest started talking and you zoned out the entire wedding. 

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The party was just as lavish as the wedding, in the same building, decorated to the nines. You and Jihoon were put in the center, at a long table overlooking the dance floor and the guests surrounding you. Your eyes must have been darting left and right because Jihoon gently put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Looking for someone?” he asked, a small smile on his face. You looked over at him, not needing to respond for him to know the answer. “I saw him go outside after we left the other room.” 

“I see,” you said. Your eyes fluttered back to the tables where guests were mingling and drinking, happy in the union they got to witness. Jihoon leaned back in his chair. 

“I’m-.”

“Don’t,” you said, finally offering a gentle smile. “It’s okay. You know that.” Jihoon’s eyes flickered in uncertainty, but you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “We should be celebrating. Let me get some fresh air, then let’s dance or something.”

Jihoon laughed a bit, sipping his drink and nodding. “I’ll be looking forward to watching you make a complete fool of yourself.” he teased. You scoffed, standing up and smoothing out your dress. 

“I’ll have you know I bought my dress specifically to dance in,” you said. Jihoon laughed. 

“Aren’t you corseted?” he asked, an eyebrow raised as he scanned your dress. You waved him off as you headed out the back doors, towards the balcony. 

You rested against the balcony of the back patio, staring up at the sky. You could hear the muffled party through the glass doors, and you sighed, resting your chin in your hand. It wasn’t supposed to be this way….it just wasn’t. 

It took a few seconds of being lost in thought for you to hear your name being called, and when you turned, you saw Mingyu resting against the door, even glowing in the moonlight. He smiled sweetly. “You look really beautiful.”

“Thank you…” you said softly. You watched him approach you, hands in your pockets. He stopped just beside one of the patio tables, keeping a comfortable distance between you. “I can’t stay too long but…I wanted to make sure I saw you.” 

You looked up at the other and felt a genuine smile form on your lips. “Thank you. I’m glad you came. I didn’t think you would.”

“Jihoon-hyung told me I should,” he said. “At first I thought he was trying to rub it in my face but he doesn’t seem like that kind of guy. I think he knew it’d mean a lot to you.”

“It does.” You said gently. A moment of silence fell between you and you shifted in your spot, rubbing your hands together. Mingyu put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. 

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. Mingyu looked at you, smiling a bit. “I’m sorry for my mother and…everything that happened….I could have done more.”

“I could have too,” he said gently. “But we were young…we were only 18..” 

“I know,” you said softly. “And Jihoon is great but….you should be there with me.” Mingyu smiled a hint of sadness in the way his lips turned up. 

“Don’t say that,” he whispered. 

“It’s true.” You said quickly. Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. The silence returned, thicker this time. “I’m sorry…” you said again. Mingyu only nodded this time. “I hope…that down the line…we can work together without any arguments. Whatever happened to our parents has nothing to do with us.” 

“I agree,” he assured. “I look forward to working with you.” he stuck his hand out. You hesitated, but took his hand and shook it. Mingyu hesitated, lifting your hand and placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles. You saw his eyes flash towards the ring on your finger and smiled. “That’s beautiful. Jihoon-hyung did a great job picking it out.”

You nodded, your hand dropping from his hold though the touch still lingered. “Thank you.” You said softly. “...I love you.” You said. “I always will. And I wish things could be different.” 

“...I love you too,” he assured. Mingyu smiled, waving you off before heading off the patio, down the steps, and seemingly out to the front of the venue. You watched him for a few seconds, craning your neck to see if you could see him again. 

The door to the party flung open, and your mother smiled in your direction. “Come on honey! You can’t miss your wedding! We’re about to do the cake!” A pause and her smile dropped a bit. “Are you okay?”

You hesitated. “Yeah Mom, I’m coming,” you said, before following her inside and closing the door. As you were led to the cake, you saw Jihoon fixing his tie while he waited. He smiled as you came to his side, offering you the cutting knife. As the party turned their attention to the both of you, you looked back out towards the balcony, now empty. You gripped the cutting knife, the knuckles Mingyu kissed turning white. 

“What kind of wedding do you think we’ll have, Mingyu?” 

“Did you see him?” Jihoon asked, making you look over. He glanced in your direction as you nodded.

“I did,” you said gently. 

[musicalmoritz]

You have any HC in regard for Sakura, Himari and Minami friendship? Like how they interact with each other and all?

Ooooh yay Minami and Himari!! I haven’t given this trip much thought but I’ll do my best:

• They met in their 2nd year since Sakura is forever 18. 2nd year is probably the youngest they could pass for

• Either way they just sorta showed up one day like “hi look at me I’m here now”

• Minami and Himari have been friends since middle school, they both dated other girls before but by the end of their 2nd year they confessed their feelings for each other (thanks to some motivation and wing-manning from Sakura)

• Around this same time, Sakura met Natsuhiko so yeah by the time Minami and Himari got together Sakura was sick of romance talk

• Minami and Himari just sort of adopted Sakura into their group and became a trio, they were both instantly platonically infatuated with them

• Sakura is a bit distant because they’re bad at creating deep bonds but they still care about Minami and Himari. They have a hard time admitting it but they genuinely enjoy their company

• Himari offers to set Sakura up with Natsuhiko as a thanks for getting her and Minami together, Sakura adamantly refuses

• Minami and Sakura do each other’s hair. They each have very specific grungy styles they like and they’re both good with hair so it’s a match made in Heaven

• Sakura’s hair was much longer before they met Minami, Minami helped them create their current style at a sleepover

• Himari is a cheerleader and Minami is on the track team, meaning they’re both very into sports. Sakura is the type to hate sports so much they intentionally get basic facts wrong about it

• “How was your track meet? Did you score a touchdown?” • Sakura and Yokoo have met through Minami but neither of them have any idea that they’re indirectly connected through Kou

• One day Kou mentions him and Sakura’s like “wait how do YOU know Yokoo??”

• The three of them are all lesbians so they don’t have to suffer through boy talk with each other

• Sakura’s into witchcraft and helps Himari and Minami make spells for whatever their hearts desire. Luck for passing a test, revenge on their enemies, etc.

• At first Himari thinks it’s kinda creepy but Minami LOVES it and soon they’re helping Sakura out with all their rituals

• Neither Minami nor Himari have ever seen Sakura’s house so they have a bet on whether or not they sleep in a coffin (Himari thinks they do)

• Just imagine this group as the trio from Fruits Basket- Himari is Tohru, Minami is Uotani, Sakura is Hanajima

• Since Himari is a femme, she gets hit on a lot by guys who assume she’s straight. Minami is usually there to kindly tell them to back off, but when she’s not, Sakura appears to turn the guys to stone with one look

• Whether I mean that literally or figuratively is up to you

• Sometimes Minami accidentally pinches people’s cheeks because she’s used to doing that with Shun. Himari finds it adorable, Sakura not so much

• They go to a lot of concerts together. Himari likes pop music, Minami likes a mix of pop and grunge, and Sakura likes classical music, so they’ve been to a wide variety of shows

• Himari fully believes Sakura is a vampire

• Minami is the valedictorian of their class and Sakura is the salutatorian

• Sakura’s natural hair color is black, Minami helps them dye it

• I love love love the goth Sakura headcanon, goth Sakura is canon to me

• Minami dresses more casual/masc and Himari dresses very hyperfeminine

• Because of this, despite the vampire allegations Himari deeply admires Sakura’s love of fashion

• Minami called Sakura emo once and got a full lecture from both of them on the different subtypes of goth/emo/punk/scene/etc.

• Minami and Himari like to get emotional and plan their future a lot, talking about how Sakura will be a bridesmaid at their wedding. This makes Sakura sad because they know they can’t be with them for long

• Sakura is surprisingly good with animals. Himari has a cat that absolutely loves them

• Himari has very strict parents and Minami’s parents aren’t around much so they both struggle some with their home lives

• Sakura has offered to kill their parents for them on more than one occasion

• The three of them have frequent sleepovers

Alright that’s all I can think of for now, thank you for the ask!! Now that I’m thinking of these three I can’t stop lol

[wsdalt]

Hello! Quick question about Felps characterization if you don't mind!

Mainly, do you have any tips on speech patterns? Like, repeated phrases/how they're repeated, and general voice things like that? (Genuinely the one thing I struggle with most ._. )

okay… unfortunately voice is also one of the things I struggle with—at least to put it down into words as an explanation? I’m not fluent in Portuguese which means a lot of dialogue quirks I’d otherwise pick up in English I probably miss. also this is off the top of my head so… maybe I’m just missing stuff due to bad memory in general oops

that being said: I will give it my best attempt \o/

(if anyone who is fluent in Portuguese would like to add on or correct anything I’m saying please do!)

firstly I would like to direct you to @/echotune’s mcyt character voice cheatsheet because I’ve written up bits for his character to go there before. It’s not exactly specific phrases, but I think knowing how he’ll react in certain situations can help make up for not knowing his exact phrasing? or for speech patterns being lost in translation

tone:

Felps’ voice goes high pitched a lot. This is kind of hard to write sometimes—or at least to continuously write in a scene because he kind of just throws his pitch around whenever—but you can add it there. It’s usually when he gets heated about something or… feels strongly about something in general? /if he’s defensive about something? But not really if he’s sad I think. and it’s not all the time so don’t worry about trying to incorporate it every time one of those situations hits

…on the opposite side of that he’s also very… deadpan I suppose? he can deliver absurd lines very casually and deadpan/serious, or absurd lines casually with a smile, or just really really commit to the bit. maybe I mean dry. he can say things very drily

aka 2 part 2: maybe obvious but just to clarify: committing to the bit means incorporating whatever emotion he needs to to commit to the bit. so he’ll fake being upset for example

laughs a lot while speaking, but can also stop himself from laughing fairly easily—specifically regarding the above two points

bursts into tears… fairly easily? but specifically surrounding Richas + he cried at Cellbit and Roier’s wedding. it’s usually only briefly and he kind of tries to suppress it a bit

there’s a specific warning tone he’ll use if someone says an innuendo… to him? I suppose? where he kind of just says the person’s name with that tone (I use “warning” or “chastising” to describe it—depends on what vibe you want in the scene) sometimes repeating their name. It’s always lighthearted though

specific phrases:

(disclaimer: see above note about me not being fluent in Portuguese. I’m trying to grab from when he speaks Portuguese rather than I when he speaks English because I often write him as “speaking” in Portuguese—just translated to English for fic purposes)

“pelo amor de deus” / “meu deus do céu” aka “for the love of god” / “my god in heaven”

I actually don’t think he repeats much? compared to other streamers?* the cc says “valeu valeu” (“thank you thank you”) when thanking subs from memory, but other than that I can’t think of much…? If he does repeat himself it would probably be moreso adding onto his previous sentence and rewording it a bit (*a lot of streamers end up repeating themselves because they’re talking to chat and sometimes this bleeds into how they talk in general). I think you mean more like… phrases that come up a lot, but this is still a good point

I think he throws around “man” and “bro” (the Portuguese equivalents: “velho”, “mano”) a lot, but not necessarily during serious moments (which is why this has faded out of how I write him, but I’m trying to bring it back for less serious moments)

“Sabe?” “Entendeu?” “Né?” “tá ligado?” To be honest I use “you know?” in English for all of these except Né which I write as “right?”. Né is kind of an “innit?” if that helps, but I’m not going to make him sound British so I use “right?” instead. The actual (google translated, sorry) English versions: “sabe?”—“you know?”, “entendeu?”—“understood?”/“understand?”/“got it?”, “tá ligado?”—“are you aware?”/“is it connected?” (which I’m kind of taking as “is it connecting?”) i feel like in Portuguese those last two are a bit more casual…? than what their English counterparts are, which is why I stick with “you know?” as a cover-all. but I could be wrong!

he adds “inho” (etc) to a lot of words. the best English translation is putting “little” before a word

I think your best bet is to watch some Portuguese streams of his—preferably with another character so you can listen to how he speaks with other people not just chat. this can include Richas! But I hope this helps a bit \o/!!

and again—if anyone who knows Portuguese better than me has anything to add or correct please feel free \o/!!

[mayhemscorner]

Bells and Black Feathers

Itachi x f!reader

Slowburn. Itachi. OG Naruto setting. I really wanted my first Itachi fanfic to be longer since I’ve never written for him before and I usually only do quick stories. Please enjoy. Also, I apologize for the trauma and angst. But if this receives good feedback, I may make this in to a series 🫢

Bells. Bells were known in our clan as the harbingers of incoming change. We used them during clan ceremonies. Weddings, funerals, even birthdays. I was so sick of hearing bells. It was as if the drone of a metal ball racking around a hollow shell followed me wherever I went, even in to the village. Even worse, our clans genjutsu was hearing based, and you guessed it, we used bells. I almost thought I was crazy when I heard the telltale jingle faintly from beside me. I couldn’t help but check my pockets frantically to make sure mine were properly put away to not send anyone near by in to an accidental genjutsu. It was as if I’d gone crazy, hearing the chirp of a tiny bell pass beside me once again as I bump in to it,” my apologies.”

Bells don’t talk, and they definitely don’t have handsome features like the dark orbs that barely even spare a glance my way as they help me up from the beaten path on my way to the gates. 

“No, I wasn’t looking. It’s my bad, your bell made me think I was about to endanger everyone here.” I ramble on, completely awestruck at the cloaked man in front of me. Looking down, I can only hold my gasp at the sight of the all knowing red clouds. As a Jonin, we’re trained to watch for and decipher these cloaks to pinpoint the Akatsuki. But why would they be rash enough to lurk on the edge of the village out in the country? 

“Nonsense, I believe we both had our eyes on something that distracted us. As it is, I must be on my way.” He replies, not letting even one emotion bubble to the surface as his face stays as still as stone.

“Hey, what’s your name?” I ask, knowing it didn’t matter, he was a threat regardless. But the longer I could keep him here, the quicker I could subdue him.

“I believe that’s best saved for our next encounter. Farewell.” He’s already disappeared as his last word rings through my ears. It takes a second to shake the eerie feeling creeping up my back, but once composure is regained, I’m already breaking in to a dead sprint.

“Asuma! Hey! Asuma, damnit where are you?” I’m calling out to him before even hitting our usual meeting spot for missions, only to be answered with the wind. The only other shinobi with worse timing than Asuma was the only one to show up, lazily sauntering to our spot,” yell any louder and he might just hear you on the other side of the village, Y/N.”

“Listen, we’re being watched. What I’m about to tell you… you have to believe me.” I begin, gripping his shoulder so I can lean in and whisper,” the Akatsuki, they’re in the village.”

“Okay, I know we’re both well versed in pranking but this is a new level. Even for you.” Kakashi sighs, yanking at his ear lobe in mock pain. No, not mock pain… it was the signal that someone was possibly listening to our conversation. I had almost forgotten about it since we never had to resort to it, not for years anyways. It was a trick we would use in our younger years to signal when Asuma or Guy would attempt to listen to our private gossip sessions. 

“Anyways, if you’re done fooling around, I’m going to find where Asuma has wandered off to., you stay here just in case Guy shows up early.” He sighs, the only signal that shows he knows exactly where they’re at is his eyes darting to the right in the direction of the river. 

“Guy can figure out where we are, I’m coming with you.” I mutter, kicking at the dirt road and tailing directly on his heels. Kakashi spares a glance back, pointing to his eye and shaking his head no before covering it with his hand. I’m assuming it means don’t look, but my eyes wander anyways. I was good at taking in the scenery and doing the opposite of what I was told since I had the means to get myself out of trouble. What I wasn’t expecting to see was Asuma and Kurenai working as a team, yet still struggling against the man who had bumped in to me earlier and a new companion. Kurenai was in the river, looking winded as Kakashi, steps in front of me to block my vision, reaching down to grip my vest,” go find Guy. That’s an order.”

Kakashi stares unyieldingly until I relent, sprinting to the village. 

I heave deeply, resting against the side of a vendors stand when I see the familiar and vibrant neon orange leg warmers parading in the air as Guy walks on his hands. 

“H-hey! Guy! Come take a stroll with me real quick.” I huff out as quickly as I can between breaths, snapping one of his leg warmers to get his attention. 

“Y/N! I was just on my way to the gates to meet up with the team, what’s the hurry all of a sudden? Finally accepting my offer of a romantic stroll? This mission can wait for the sake of love if it must!” Guy sputters out, clambering back to the way a normal human stands. I can’t help but roll my eyes,” sure, yeah. Let’s move it. We got places to be Guy.”

He follows against my tight grip as I lead him to the river, quickly losing my patience as he mutters on. 

We finally reach the area once again, seeing not much has happened other than Kakashi looked to be wounded… internally? Maybe winded?

“The river? The perfect place for- Kakashi! No one messes with my rival except me!” Guy gasps out, quickly disappearing from my side. He lands between the two sides, splashing the water as everyone stays at a standstill. After a brief moment of communication, the two Akatsuki vanish, leaving the others to tend to Kakashi. I run across the water, quickly reaching for Kakashi with my medical abilities only to be stopped by Asuma,” he needs to go to the hospital, don’t even waste your chakra. Notify… someone.”

“Who, Asuma? There’s no time to waste, if I’m not needed here, I’m going after them!” I shout, already taking off for the treeline. 

“Y/N, get back to the village. You’ll be in worse trouble if you pursue them.” Guy calls out, quickly catching up. I can’t help but laugh,” with what hokage, Guy? We have the chance to take them out now. So let’s move it! There’s not currently a hokage to give us orders and I’m not going to sit around and wait.”

“Y/N, stop. You aren’t even thinking. His genjutsu is unbreakable.” Guy shouts, finally outrunning me to stop me in my tracks. I bluff my defeat, silently reaching for the bells at my side,” I’m sorry, Guy. I can’t let them get away.”

The bells twirl delicately around the metal rod they were strung to carefully by a clan elder the day I was born, twisting around to create a melodious genjutsu even Guy was too slow to release from. Normally, he had warning and could break it in time. But the look of betrayal as he’s frozen in to place, sends a pang through my chest,” I’ll show you the life you wish to have.”

Having to state my intentions of a genjutsu was a downfall, and I cringe at the thought of Guy’s ideal life. But I can only move forward to give myself enough distance with the bells, as once I’m out of earshot, the genjutsu may be broken within moments. 

After what felt like miles, I drop the bells back down, taking a brief second to slow down and catch my breath. The sky unrelentingly fades to grey as thunder rolls in,” because why wouldn’t it rain?”

I curse to myself, knowing the seconds before rain were precious in the effort to find any sign of tracks. I drop down to a single footprint that stops in the middle of a clearing, looking around frantically to find another. As my head whips back to the tree I was just in, a bell sounds just beside my ear. Ice fills my veins as I freeze in a slight terror.

“You’re alone.” The man from earlier breathes out. I force myself to focus my eyes to the ground and keep my cool,” yes.”

“That wasn’t a question but thanks for the clarification. You aren’t here to subdue me, you’re here for answers.” He continues, trailing a finger across my back as he circles around me, examining me almost before he continues,” you don’t know who I am, do you?”

“I don’t exactly keep my bingo book on me all the time, I just know you’re Akatsuki. It’s my job to train Genin now, not chase after criminals all the time.” I huff, refusing to look up as his finger prods at my jaw in an attempt to lift my gaze,” I’m not falling for your genjutsu.”

Regretfully, I still look up due to the persistent tug at my jaw, being met with the wondering dark orbs that I’d witnessed earlier. 

“If I wanted to place you under a genjutsu, I would’ve done so by now, Y/N.” He drops his hand, revealing the slightest smirk on his face. I confusingly take in his features as I try to figure out why they were so familiar before i land on the mutilated leaf headband that rested against his forehead, sweeping back his raven hair. 

“How do you know my name?” I mutter, reaching for the silver block on his headband to run my fingers along the slashed leaf in the middle. His hand is quick to grip mine,” you truly don’t remember do you?”

“Unfortunately, no.” I sigh, regretting that I was fully enamored with the handsome criminal in front of me. 

“We were Genin together. Itachi Uchiha.” He says coldly. The realization on how long it took myself to puzzle the pieces together hits like a ton of bricks. But I have no recollection of ever being in the same class, let alone knowing him.

I can only shake my head in response.

“If you can’t remember, let me show you.” Itachi sighs defeatedly, looking directly in to my eyes as his own bleed in to the notorious red sharingan. I prepare myself for a genjutsu, seeing as I find myself back in the classroom sitting at my desk. The day in question is hazy, but I still remember the doodle I was drawing. I also remember the pain I’m about to experience. As if on cue, my broken pencil I was trying so hard to continue to write with, slices my palm. I can’t control any movements, it’s a memory that can’t be altered. My tiny hand recoils in pain as younger me whimpers,” ah, dang it! I can’t bleed on this dress, my mom just got it for me.”

“Allow me.” The young boy beside me bubbles with a rising smile, quickly pulling a bandage roll from the backpack beside him,” my brother can be clumsy so I tend to carry extras just in case.”

“You callin’ me clumsy?” Young me accuses him sharply. I was always ‘abrasive’ as my sensei Shikaku regularly stated during our outings with Choza and Inoichi’s teams. 

“Not at all, do you always assume the worst so quickly?” The young version of Itachi questions back. My memory jogs and I can feel my current self mouth the same words I’m about to relive,” I can assume we’re going to be good friends if you’re brave enough to call me out on my crap.”

The scene fades to darkness, sitting at the end of the dock in the Uchiha compound with our feet dangling off the edge.

“Do it again!” A slightly older me shrieks in a fit of laughter as Itachi stands once again, sending a fire ball across the pond. 

“The simplest things surely entertain you. It’s amazing.” He chuckles, sitting back down as my body falls against the dock to look at the stars,” you amaze me, honestly.” 

I can still feel the heat against my cheeks at the confession I had made long ago. 

“Y/N?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah?” I question back.

“Even though we’re still young, do you ever get the feeling we’ll be together forever?” He questions sheepishly.

“We’ll always be friends, that’s not even a question. Don’t be so weird.” I laugh, reaching up to punch his shoulder.

“What if we’re destined to be more than friends?” Itachi continues with his questions, looking over to catch my pondering face,”… we’re still young. If it happens, it happens. We have plenty of years left to stay just how we are. Like you always say, it’s better to wait than spend the rest of your life regretting a rash decision.”

It flickers again, this time it’s my mother, uncontrollably sobbing at the kitchen table that woke me from a dead sleep due to the excitement of finally becoming a chunin,” mom, are you okay?”

I try to rub away the tiredness from my eyes as she shakes her head,” go back to bed, Y/N. It’s nothing you would understand at your age.” 

“Try me.” Twelve year old me crosses her arms as I watch my mothers sadness turn to anger,” you think because you’re a chunin now you can handle a tragedy in your own village? Well it’s time to grow up, kid. There was a massacre on the Uchiha compound. The whole clan is dead. Thanks to your little boyfriend, that Itachi kid. Stop putting your trust in others. Start becoming that ‘perfect’ shinobi you boast that you are Y/N. It won’t save our village, it won’t get those people their lives back. You will do so little, it won’t even matter by the time you’re my age, or even your death.”

She burst in to tears once again. Younger me couldn’t be upset at her, she was already upset with herself for having to end her career so early and our father leaving. I let her take that anger out on me, as long as it was never directed towards my sister and she never had to see it. 

“W-what’s wrong, Y/N?” I feel the small tug at my pajamas as my little sister clings tightly against my leg. I can only put a smile on my face as I lift her small frame,” moms sad because we aren’t getting the sleep we need, how about I tuck you back in to bed?” 

I still feel the pain in my eye sockets from crying throughout the rest of that night. Betrayal from my own mother and someone else I thought I’d loved. 

The genjutsu fades once again, unknown scenery flourishes around me. I look down to see I now bear the Akatsuki robe. I look forward to the faceless crowd that slowly comes in to focus, fingers pointing as they all unanimously mumble the word,” traitor.”

It becomes louder as the people begin encircling me, cornering me off like an injured animal on display. Several faces become distinct, my mother, my sister, Shikaku sensei and his friends, even the hokage that had just given his life for the village. As several kunai impale me, the genjutsu turns to red as the pain sets in.

I soon feel the gracious drops of rain replacing the stabbing ghost pains, quickly becoming a downpour, the genjutsu fades completely. I now realize why Kakashi had been so drained earlier, if it wasn’t for the ice cold adrenaline, I would’ve been passed out already.

“As you can see, we’ve met before. We were only mindless children then, cloaked by masks to hide our true identity.” He drops to a solemn tone, tilting his head upwards to bask in the quickly chilling rain before his red eyes flash back to me,” no matter how similar our paths are, our fates deserve to end differently. if you choose this life, it’s only the same. But you risk having your identity known nationwide and your idealistic life thrown away. Do you choose to face death everyday? Do you choose to betray a village you call home?” 

In the time it takes me to blink, he’s now mere inches from my face, hand outstretched,” if you can say yes, your heart is in the wrong place. Turn around and go back to the leaf. Do not pursue me any further, Y/N.”

Two of his fingers ghost over my brows for just a second, I can barely notice the thoughts running behind his tired eyes, but the slight flick of his view to the left gives him away. He decides to retract his fingers, and drapes his other hand to rest over the top of my head while I drop to my knees. My Jonin vest feels heavy with rain, maybe even regret that i didn’t even remember one of my closest friends as a child, maybe even my first love, but most of all the one who made it seem I wasn’t capable of loving anyone else. 

“How could I not remember anything you just showed me?” I babble, looking up to his now normal eyes as tears bubble at my lashes, only to be concealed by the rain. 

“Because It was a burden I relieved you of. You should be thankful.” He answers coolly, refusing either of us the blessing of breaking eye contact. I flick a collection of tears and water angrily from my face,” younger me was in love with you. We loved each other. You can’t deny that.”

His eyes trickle down to the hand fidgeting with the metal rod at my side, his face illuminating against a streak of lightning,” You’re a fool to think an auditory genjutsu would even begin to work on me.”

“No, but metal rods are great conductors of electricity.” I seethe, reaching my musical rod above me to the sky as I grip his arm that still rested atop my head. It was a weak last ditch effort, i couldn’t subdue him, but I could at least kill us both. As quickly as the white steak shoots down towards us, we’re transported further in to the forest. My hand is slightly burnt, but I find myself furled tightly in Itachi’s arms, back to his chest as his cloak billows around us in the increasing winds. I chuckle slightly,” so, you do still care about me.”

“Nonsense, I just prevented you from unnecessarily ending both of our lives.” Itachi utters out, clearing his throat.

“Bullshit. You could’ve let me fry in that lightning strike and saved yourself, easily.” I assert my dominance, twisting in his arms to face him as he refuses to let go. He looks down, smirking as he smoothes away a few strands of hair that cling to my face,” if I could love as easily as I fought against others, you would’ve been mine the day I bandaged your adolescent hand. This however, is not a life for love. My destiny is to die and I refuse for you to have any part of it.”

“Then just give me this moment.” I exhale, bringing a hand to rest on the side of his face,” I’ve just learned about you all over again and I refuse to let you leave without a word just like when we were kids.”

“You seen what I did to my clan.” He reminds me quietly.

“And for some reason, I feel like your hand was forced in to doing it. The Itachi I just witnessed loved his clan. He loved the leaf village. He defended the village he betrayed.” I share my quick observation. 

“This conversation is over.” Itachi warns, squinting his eyes in remorse and possibly a hint of anger. I just knew I was right. And if I’m able to return to the village, I’ll have some research to do. 

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then you’ll have to find a damn good way to shut me up, because I have a lot of questions.” I shoot back, anxiety of not knowing the story creeps against my body. And just as I’m about to start my rampage of questions, his lips crash against mine and his hands grip tightly at my shoulders, letting the cool rain water dripping from us both clash together, pooling down to our chins before it drips against the cloak that weakly offers us the tiniest bit of shelter. As he pulls away, his eyes flutter slowly, taking in my look of confusion. Sadly for him, it’s only created more questions, but most of all it also created answers.

“You still love our village. You still love me.” I gasp out looking at the furrow in his angering brows,” and to continue in protecting the things I love, you must not interfere or prod any further. Return to the village before you end up in the same position. This is my last warning, Y/N. Or this will end badly for the both of us.”

He pushes me against my shoulders, sending my body head first to the ground frozen, in a state of shock as the world melds to a red haze. Just as I hit the ground, an inky black feather drops on my face, restarting the chain of events over again. And again. And again. Each time I fall, the feather drops, I smack in to the ground and Itachi’s face melds against my vision as the sequence drones on for what feels like hours,” do you wish to be stuck in a loop of constant suffering? Living out your days where every last one is the same, ending with an unbearable pain… just to realize it’ll happen again. And again. And again. This is the constant pain you will feel outside of the village as a rogue. You don’t understand that by pressing further on this matter, by seeking me purposefully after this point, my only choice would regretfully be having to kill you.”

A scream tears at my throat, only to be cut off from hitting the ground again, and after what felt like a whole day stuck in the same loop, I find myself on the ground mere seconds from passing out once again. I look up to see Itachi’s face hovering above mine and feel his knees supporting my head. He swiftly brushes a rain soaked strand of hair from my face and leans in for one last breathy statement,” I truly hope one day you’ll be strong enough to understand. When that day comes, I will be long gone but I will never ask for your forgiveness.”

As my eyes shut, he scoops down for one last kiss and disappears with the sound of a ghost. Silence ushers a single black feather to land against my cheek, allowing me to finally give in to the depleted chakra ebbing towards unconsciousness. 

Bells. The pain of having to hear those stupid bells. A single chirp awakens me in a startle, grasping at the sterile white blanket around me as I gasp in the stale air. 

“Hey, lay down damnit. You’ve gone and gotten yourself in to enough trouble already, Y/N.” Shikaku sensei grumbles from the bedside, slamming me backwards as gently as possible as he sets my bell staff against the table.

“Why are you here sensei? Don’t you have more important village duties to attend to?” I mumble out, finally relaxing enough to stare at the ceiling.

He groans, pondering what he’ll say next,” with a lack of Jonin from the recent attack, Asuma rang in a favor to help track you so they could get Kakashi Hatake to immediate medical attention. We first found Guy almost six miles from you, stuck in a genjutsu. Wonder who would be rash enough to do that...”

“How’s Kakashi?” I ask, refusing to meet what I assume is his drained and less than pleased face.

“He’ll be in medical care for a while. Same goes for you. You’re almost worse off than him. With how much you two get in to trouble, I’m starting to wonder if you’re related. Anything else you want to ask, kid?” He questions, most likely already knowing the answer. I turn to look in to his unimpressed eyes,” I should ask you that first.”

He finally smirks,” we’ll keep this conversation between us so long as I don’t have to pry it out of you.”

I could always appreciate the fatherly bond Shikaku established since my early chunin days, realizing my own mother could barely provide the support or parental love for my sister and I. Shikamaru had even called me big sister begrudgingly. Shikaku finally parts his lips after thinking on it,” why did you put Guy under a genjutsu?”

So he knew it was my genjutsu after all.

“His taijitsu was too weak against our target. We were tailing the man that left Kakashi in the state he’s in now. I only did it to protect him.” I answer truthfully. It was best to avoid seeing Guy hurt, even if I feel no romantic attraction to all of his… not too subtle advancements. 

“So you proceeded to pursue someone as a one person unit you knew you wouldn’t win against? How smart. It’s a miracle you made it back with just depleted chakra and a burnt hand. It’s almost as if the target took pity on you.” He ponders, slowly moving his eyes back to meet mine in confirmed and definite disappointment.

“I was just able to use my staff as a lightning conductor to buy myself some time before being placed under a genjutsu. No one was hurt. That’s all that matters.” I huff out, turning my body completely away in anger before Shikaku sounds off my bells again in contemplation,” a genjutsu user falling for another genjutsu is unlikely, unless this genjutsu came from the power of the sharingan. I also trained my students to not pursue dangerous opponents with those kind of powers. But I know I trained my students better than that, right Y/N?” 

“Are you just here to lecture me, or are you looking for answers?” I sneer out, slowly becoming agitated at his sensei personality taking over his fatherly one.

“Both. Just as I and my jutsu are useles in utter darkness, yours is useless when you don’t use your mind to think properly. I think we can silently agree you won’t try and pursue Itachi anymore and you’ll stay here until you’re fully healed. Then we will go through some training. You, me and Shikamaru. Just like old times.” Shikaku chuckles out, revealing that without even telling him, he already knew. I toss my pillow at him in an attempt to stop his laughing,” does this mean you’re old self is coming out of retirement as a sensei?”

“Don’t throw the word old out so loosely. I’m only returning as your sensei because I think your own mind is dulling with age.” He smirks, returning to his fatherly demeanor, but I could still see the subtle look of worry behind the joking facade. I refused to notify him of my actual encounter with Itachi, but he leads me to believe he knew of our past and it’s easy for a Nara to put two and two together.

“Yeah, yeah. Now get out so I can rest up and show you I’m just fine without a sensei.” I laugh out as he shakes his head,” prove me wrong, Y/N. I’m not bailing you out of any future mistakes.”

“I’m counting on that.”

With a final word, he kicks a resting foot off the wall and throws his hands in to his pocket to stroll out the open door nonchalantly. I needed rest, and I was told not to press any further. But I had research to do, even if it was from a hospital bed. I was going to get to the bottom of this, even if my destiny entwines to meet the same bitter end as Itachi presumes his will be.

[leagueofdccm]

Michelle and Soldier Boy for ship memeee 💕

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! || @twiicetheheart

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Fucking. Forever.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I don't wanna say too quick, and i don't wanna say it took forever for them also. least for soldier boy, the second something happens to her that involves dealing with homelander. whether she was hurt-- or just feelings hurt, i think seeing the look on her face--- broken and all, that's when he realizes... that he hates seeing her sad, hurt--- and that's when it hits him that he loves her.

How was their first kiss? - oh my god. you know michi and i haven't talked about that, but i do have an idea of when they first kiss. def think it's when he tells her about his past-- like his real past, and also telling Michelle about his time with the russians-- maybe not entirely, because lbr he's still trying to block our most of his trauma and also probably can't recall what ELSE they done to him. -- but i imagine when he finally gives his name to Michelle, not his supe name. his real name. like letting her in--- fully. which he hasn't done in a long time. and also i think Soldier boy would be the one to make the move first, it would have been soft. despite who he is, cause he's not a soft man-- but with Michelle ? he's definitely got a soft spot for her. It would have been sweet and slow, filled with so much emotion, want & just vulnerable.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - lbr soldier boy would. he's old school. man bs.

Who is the best man/men? - .... nobody. LMAO WHAT FRIENDS ? xD

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - damn idk. starlight maybe xD though she's gonna be like Michelle--- him ? LMAO idk guess we gotta see what bg characters are Michelle's friends.

Who did the most planning? - Michelle would. but why do I feel like she would try to still have him involved in SOME STUFF.

Who stressed the most? - Michelle. She's planning it after all.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -

Sex:

Who is on top? - soldier boy is top dog-- but that doesn't mean he won't switch to let Michelle *cough cough* ride him.

Who is the one to instigate things? - soldier boy ! LMAO C'MON how can he not ? she's a babe.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - listen soldier boy is a supe, he's never out of energy he's always up for it, and also women can last so ayyye ! these two can go hand in hand-- unless Michelle gotta be somewhere and THEN a quickie is in the works.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - yes, soldier boy definitely is a man when it comes to wanting his women to cum. so yes, he will make sure she reaches climax before him ( which also means he cares about her, putting her needs before his )

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. // SO i think they can be both. cause it's SB and he def would have soft moments with Michelle, but also he's a dirty talker when needed.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - maybe two. soldier boy did say he wanted to be a dad after all.

How many children will they adopt? - none sorry kiddos.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Michelle but don't think she doesn't have soldier boy help-- she makes his ass.

Who is the stricter parent? - soldier boy ? in some parts, and Michelle in other parts. so equal-- but Michelle still would be softer.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Michelle LMAO

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - also Michelle

Who is the more loved parent? - i think they are both loved. but the kids would def be clinging to Michelle more.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Michelle. can you imagine soldier boy ? god no.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Michelle. soldier boy @ himself was like : don't you dare cry pussy. don't do it-- fuck I'm crying shit.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - soldier boy lbr. he's like i got you kid, i got you don't tell your mother.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - michelle. soldier boy can't cook for shit.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - i think Michelle. cause soldier boy looks like he has more of an appreciation for good after being in the box for a long ass time.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Michelle. listen soldier boy did it once, and he only got meat/jerky/junk food/beer

How often do they bake desserts? - i think Michelle does it a lot when she has the time. cause she seems like she knows how to bake real good.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - soldier boy loves meat. I see Michelle being our salad girl for sure.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Michelle would be the one to do this. soldier boy though will surprise her-- and try to cook.... :) didn't go well though.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - soldier boy cause he can't cook to save a life, and to take her out and show off his lady.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - soldier boy.... for sure.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Michelle does

Who is really against chores? - Soldier boy lmao !

Who cleans up after the pets? - both do. if they have

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - SOLDIER BOY

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - neither do. cause do they really have people come over ? LMAO.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - michelle. so it's hers now :) !

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - both. both do.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - if they have one i think they would both do it together.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Michelle does it for each and every holiday, and also ben enjoys it cause he's been gone for a long time-- and like i said i think appreciates things more.

What are their goals for the relationship? - stay alive is number one for sure. but also have each other back no matter what.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - neither

Who plays the most pranks? - neither

[beachbabey]

hiiii i had a stable boy!Rhett thought and needed to share

okay so. 1800s stable boy Rhett working for the Tillersons, since his dad couldn’t work anymore Rhett took over. when Rhett was a kid he used to play w the youngest daughter of the Tillersons (who the brothers were always protective of) but as they got older they began to fall for each other and Rhett falls hard. But her dad sends her away to a boarding school and eventually she comes back with her wealthy fiancé right before the wedding. When she gets there she obviously sees Rhett still working for the family and all the emotions hit. She starts questioning if she’s supposed to listen to her family and marry the rush fiancé or follow her heart and be with Rhett.

obvi there’s probably a lot of angst and reuniting smut and more. feel free to do what you want with this idea if you like it (you can ignore if u want)

i’m just dying for more Stable Boy! Rhett 

zmenehebdbdbdbdv I LOVE A GOOD FORBIDDEN LOVE TROPE

The first thing that came to mind was Amy March refusing to marry Laurie and insisting she was in love with Fred (was that his name??) I think it’d be very like that

“Why are you marrying him”

“Because I love him Rhett”

“Do you?? You truly love this man? You want to spend the rest of your life loving this man?? Because I may not have much but we both know that I’m twice the man he could ever be. We both know I love you more and I sure as hell know you love me more than him.” He rambled on without taking a breath, his hands reaching out to grab both of your wrists.

“I have loved you since the day we got lost in the woods together when we were 9. You must’ve known that, I haven’t kept it a secret, hell, even Perry asks me when I’m gonna propose” he laughs exasperatedly, feeling tears burn the back of his eyes. You keep silent. You don’t pull your hands away from his and just stand there with a indescribable expression on your face. Standing in the small barn with only a couple of candles lit, you can see a small tear make it’s way down his cheek, and you feel your own start to bead at the corners of your eyes.

“…..Rhett I-“

“You love me, and I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes, I do. But we both know what’s expected of me” you chide gently, as if talking to a child who’s close to throwing a tantrum. He shakes his head and lets you hands go, choosing to instead place them on your hips, leaning in and placing searing, desperate kiss on your lips, gripping your dress tightly, your foreheads pressed together as you gasp for breath.

“Marry me”

“Rhett, have you not been listen-“

“Marry me sweetheart”

“You don’t even have a ring Rhett” you chuckled, placing a little peck on his cheekbone, he fishes around in his pocket and produces a little wooden box, it’s handmade, the lines just a little jagged and the lid rests crookedly on the bottom of the box, he opens it and inside you see a small, dainty gold band, with an equally dainty emerald sitting in the middle of it.

You’ve seen this ring before, seen Cecelia play with it mindlessly as she sat by the fire in the living room. You remember her placing her rings in your hands for you to keep safe whilst she baked in her kitchen, her hands sticky with the sweet dough she made for pies in the autumn.

“Oh Rhett” you breathed out, feeling your tears start to fall, looking up to him and finding him in a similar state to you, his eyes glassy and creased around the edges slightly with age. He so handsome, even as a boy, you used to say he was the best looking man in the whole county, which made him blush and hide his face in his hands.

“Please. Darlin’ please say yes. I love you, Mama and Perry and Amy love you, Hell, even Pa smiled when I told them I loved you”

The confession makes you giggle, smiling up at Rhett, he sinks down onto one knee and looking up at you with hopeful eyes, his lip trembling just a little.

You stay frozen for a moment, taking in what all of this meant, how your decision would affect you and him. And the rest of your family. Before smiling softly and placing your left hand out in front of his face.

“Get to it cowboy, I wanna see the Royal Abbott smiling” you chuckle, wiping your tears away with your other hand.

He quickly places the ring on your finger and jumps up, kissing you once more for what feels like an eternity. Leaning back and looking up at your fiancé, you wipe away his tears with your thumb and he grabs your hand and kisses your palm, resting it on his face and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. Swaying you gently in the candlelight

“How are you gonna tell your Daddy?”

“I don’t wanna think about that now honey, let’s just stay like this a little while longer”

[lucy-ghoul]

sooooo, yesterday i watched hotd s1 finale. here are my (semi-coherent) thoughts:

i've had one (1) day to simmer down my instinctive "wtf??" reaction and ponder on some writing choices - actually, two notable writing choices. first, this is no got s8 levels of disaster, but i'd already noticed a couple of red flags in ep9 and so i was - i am - guarded, though my emotional investment is nowhere near as high as my peak asoiaf/got era. i'm way more detached, and if i came off as pissed in some prev posts it was more of a general 🤷🤷 feeling concerning old disappointments in correlated or different media. (having said that, the larys/alicent feet thing is atrocious.)

i see they're still going strong with the childbirth from hell saga - i've already written about it in an older post, and i quite liked it, however gory and heartbreaking it was.

i don't buy the daemyra choking (not in a kinky way) scene. there's nowhere near enough build up for that. yes, daemon killed his first wife (which btw wasn't in the book) but they hated each other and she wasn't a targ. from d. pov's that's quite an important detail. (not that i’m excusing it, you know.) i don't even buy that "he's grieving that's why he acts (more) irrationally and with 0 impulse control (than usual)" because while he's ready for war and legitimately angry at the thought of his brother being murdered (tho viserys had been rotting away for years, last time they saw each other he could barely stand/talk, it was only a matter of weeks, maybe a couple of months at best before he died, they should have been prepared for this & the greens response) he doesn't act that out of control. let's be honest here: daemyra was always problematic and people shouting ~grooming! weren't completely wrong, but the writers also sold it as High Romance. the Stupid Fangirls weren't that blinded by their silly girly brains: d&r were framed as being genuinely in love despite the painfully obvious problematic elements. (& the incest is the least problematic thing here, since this is westeros and they're targs.) i think one of the directors even compared their love to what she feels for her own husband. so no, we weren't dreaming it up, they just couldn't find a balance between Toxic Incest Couple & Soulmates Being Soulmates, and obv they had to put a ~Bad Man is Very Bad, Girlies, Don't Try At Home~ bs Morality Play that seems so damn popular in this day and age. mind you, we all knew shit was going to hit the fan with nettles' appearance (i'm still worried about her portrayal, she's just a young girl and daemon is so much older than her, and i have no idea how they’re going to develop/frame their relationship) but somehow i had not foreseen him being physically abusive to his wife (who just gave birth to their stillborn daughter and lost her father btw). i was expecting him to lash out but... not like this. after their (fabulous ngl) wedding i haven't been much invested in daemyra anyway (i thought their decades long budding romance was much more appealing) but despite what i said above, one thing d/r fans were wrong about was expecting that hbo could actually make a medieval fantasy wuthering heights 2.0 and deliver lmao. no mainstream media would do that, not in the current ~think of the girls!!! climate. this is like believing that the star wars sequels were a gothic female-gazey romance that featured rey's sexual awakening + happy ending with the local parricidal ex darksider - the romance was there, don't get me wrong, but no hollywood-made pop culture piece of media could ever deliver. we also know d/r history from f&b, it's not all sunshine and rainbows... tho it's not comparable to jaime&cersei either. this is no valonqar situation - if and when that happens in asoiaf, motives and characters can't be compared only because d. and jaime share a love for poor impulse control and incest; the framing for their ~love affair and the choking act is also radically different. this feels like a punishment for the girls who tend to romanticize daemon and his feelings for his niece, as a "sharp reminder" of who he is and what is capable of (and that women, even dragon queens who are more than mere consorts and childbearers, can be victimized and have shitty husbands ig). except that however awful and poor little meow meow he may be, he didn't do any of this marital abuse bs in the book as far as we know. which brings me to:

i have a small problem with the people who say "f&b is no real account of the dance, these characters can't be written as ooc because we basically don't know them! it's all headcanons and bias!". theoretically i agree: there are at least 3 different versions of any major event, and what intrigued me the most about this show was the premise of Unreliable Narrator Extraordinaire. which path would these writers follow? because logically one should also say: "is this what really happened in the dance?" like, aren't these people (hired by hbo, paid a shitton of money, apparently asoiaf fans themselves) also writing down their own interpretations? unless grrm himself is behind everything (foot fetish and wife-choking included) who are these people to say this is what actually happened? they didn't create the characters and the plot etc., we're seeing them through their eyes and bias as well. why are the Poor Naive Girls who romanticized the Bad Dark Prince (aka they knew he was a big asshole but didn't think he had it in him to actually assault the woman he loves) the ones to be so awfully biased and affected by media illiteracy, to the point i’ve already seen the usual crowd online gloating over it like “ha ha the bitches had it coming”? one could say this is just another version of the dance... which would actually be more compelling imo. this also brings me to:

grandma vhagar being nostalgic of her war crimes era and gnam gnam lucerys to the oblivion. i have... very mixed feelings about this. i agree that making aemond more than an evil cackling anime villain is a good choice but idk about this tbh. idk how they could have spin it differently either tho, so i give up. people say "at least he doesn't actively seek war out so he doesn't look like an idiot" except he looks like an even bigger idiot because no one in their right mind would chase down their four-and-ten nephew and his dragon (said to be “five times smaller” than vhagar) through the sky while they're riding a huge ass fucking beast that could dwarf a mountain and actually fought in the conquest just to pick out his eye, and not expect it to horribly escalate. like, if you make two dragons face each other (especially if one of them is as powerful and ancient as vhagar is) what do you think is going to happen? realistically, i mean? maybe aemond didn't want to go that far but omg he should have foreseen this from a mile. like, sweetie maybe you didn't study your history and lore so well. and for the "he's just a teenager he doesn't know what he's doing" crowd: in a short span of time this ~poor baby~ is going to burn down the riverlands, hundreds of people will die. the incident that sparks the dance being an actual accident, tho... lmao sorry but that sounds like a joke. like, no matter how you spin it, if you like or love or hate it, it still robs the character of his agency, and therefore the story of poignancy. and i'm not even 100% sold on ~the dragons randomly eating people alive even when their riders strictly forbid them too~ because yeah, i can see that, a dragon is no slave and of course they're not mindless beasts but actually quite intelligent etc. but on the other hand i for one can't wait for drogon to fire up kl of his own free will - maybe he'll just hate that fugly city, who knows - so that ~dany (aka an actual 16 year old victim of rape and abuse who liberated thousands of slaves in a continent she was exiled to as an infant) is going to burn children alive and be put down like a mad bitch because that's somehow comparable to lotr shire chapter!!1~ disk horse can finally die its miserable death.

so, yeah, mixed feelings about these two (2) plot points, particularly the ~daemon is physically abusive now~ thing. also dk about whitewashing the blacks anymore, rhaenys killed a fuck ton of civilians in ep9 for no conceivable reason (something that in the books and in peaceful times only the worst of the worst are willing to do, no matter how much these elite assholes don’t care about the smallfolk) and now daemon is even more evil than he was in the book. aegon ii may be... well, aegon ii, but with aemond being somehow more humane and whatever they're doing to alicent the blacks are the ones that actually wreak more havoc - and i’m not even touching the blood and cheese thing. at least aemond's fuck-up kinslaying was accidental lol. jokes aside i overall liked this ep more than i did ep9 and while it’s not bad bad... no mistake, this is no high television either. i’ve seen what great tv can do (it’s exceptionally rare tho, more than people think) and this doesn’t look like it except for some acting choices + scenes.

[onlyweknowleeknow]

108

Felix x reader

Genre: best friends, wedding au, angst.

Synopsis: Not everything is meant to be. And sometimes, no matter how much you want things to work out, you just have to come to terms with the fact that not everything ends with love confessions and kisses.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: unrequited feelings, longing, kisses, sadness, heartbreak, freckle counting, reader let’s Felix go, insecurity, sad(?) ending.

a/n: I hope you guys like this little story. I wrote it a looong time ago and just changed it around to fit Felix. It’s short, but I’m writing a lot of stories for you all to read, this is just to hold you over for a bit. enjoy! :)

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Today was it, the most important day of your life.

Your gown was lovely, as was the man who held you in his arms. He spun you around, hands wrapped tightly around your dressed up waist. He smiled down at you and lifted his eyebrows when you met his gaze.

Your fingertips traced the edge of his bowtie, but you made sure to quickly straighten it back out, fingers moving nimbly. He clasped your hand with his own, followed by a soft clink that echoed from the sound of your new rings colliding. His ring brushed against yours for a moment, and emotion swelled in your chest. When you looked up, the idiot was grinning at you, those beautiful eyes curving into perfect half moons.

“Hey, you’re crying,” he hummed, releasing your hand to move his finger tips over the tops of your cheeks in an attempt to wipe the tears from your now damp face. “You said you didn’t want to cry today. I hope it’s not about your dress. You look absolutely ravishing, I just can’t look away.” The young man teased, lips curling into a tiny, utterly precious pout.

“Oh stop.” You mumbled with a grin, “I didn’t want to, but I planned on it. Don’t act like you didn’t expect it.” You laughed weakly, then sniffled and tried to hit his shoulder, but he leaned back to avoid you, and so your hand thwacked against his chest.

The action only made him huff and puff playfully, but he grew somber at your blushing face and spoke again. “I hope they’re happy tears. The trip to Paris is looking better by the minute, hm?” You scoffed, smoothed your hands over his shoulders, then rested them on his clothed arms. Truthfully, you couldn’t answer him. It just wouldn’t be right to lie to him on his wedding day.

“I think your wife is waiting for you, Lix.” You motioned towards the beautiful, blushing girl. She went from group to group, leaving delighted smiles on her guests’ faces. Some brides would have been unsettled that their new husband was spending so much time with another girl, but not her. You weren’t a threat to her. 

You never were.

Felix smiled gently, then nodded. You began to pull away, but he pulled you back, hands firm on your waist. “She is. Why don’t you give me once last dance?” He asked, and how could you say no to him?

“Sure.” You agreed almost too quickly, but Felix only grinned.

“You know I love you, right?” You nodded at his words. Of course he loved you; like a sister, like a best friend. You should love him like that, too, but you didn’t. You loved him as something more.

“I’m sorry, just one last time can we—“ you said, sighing, “like when we were kids?” Your voice was a whisper, eyes dropping to your feet as you swayed in the young man’s arms.

His grip tightened around you in silent understanding. “Like when we were kids,” he whispered back, craning his neck so you could cup his cheeks.

Simpler times. Simpler times when you promised you’d marry each other, times when you would spend the entire day trying to count his freckles, giggling and scolding him when you’d mess up because of his squirming. Days when you would run outside, playing together until the sun began to set, until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Simpler times, when he was yours.

It felt like only yesterday, when you were 9 years old, holding his chubby cheeks, squeezing them when he’d move too much. Your own eyes would watch his beautiful brown ones, crinkling at the corners in pure, childish joy. Your gaze would scan his cheeks, trying to count each and every dot that dusted his face. “I promise you, Lix, I’m going to find out exactly how many freckles are on your face,” you’d grit out seriously, tongue sticking out of your mouth in focus.

And again, when you were sixteen at school formals. You would sway to the music, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders, or vise-versa if he got too nervous to grip onto your curves. Even then you cupped his cheeks, trying and trying to count his freckles. The low lighting and soft sway of your bodies only made it harder. “Stop moving, I’m losing count!” You’d scowl.

He would only laugh or smile, whispering; “Then get closer.” You’d end up too flustered to continue, and of course that meant dancing your feelings away. It was the simpler times you would miss.

And in these final moments, you watched him carefully. You watched the sparkle in his warm, brown eyes and the way they slid smoothly across your face, as though all was right in the world.

You watched as he scrunched up his whole face when he said something ridiculous, and how he smiled brightly at you as he rambled and babbled the minutes away. But then, seemingly out of the blue, he was perfectly silent. His eyes, content and full of love—for you, now for another—met yours in a quiet promise.

This was it. His wedding day. And here you were, holding his face once last time, scanning his delicate features, memorizing them more then you already had, if at all possible.

His couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched you, his best friend, his soulmate of sorts. “Still haven’t figured it out yet?” He teased you quietly, fondness lacing his voice.

“I would’ve had it figured out already, but you never stay still.” You mirrored his grin, eyes darting around his face, finding each tiny freckle.

“Come on! It’s your last chance, nobody’s given me an exact number yet. I want you to be the first.” He smiled cheekily.

People say that everything happens for a reason. They say that your life is already mapped out, that the path to the one you’re meant to be with is already carved in stone. And yet all you could think of was the fact that you didn’t want to follow your path, not if Felix wasn’t the one waiting for you on the other side.

Thats why you had to leave, too. Thats why you had to go away, to let the past go. To let the the little girl inside of you finally find a new love.

As the song came to an end, he pecked your cheek, washing away the thoughts from behind your clouded eyes. Felix squeezed your hand lovingly, just one last time. “Have fun in Paris.”

You smiled and gave him a small shrug as his hands fell from your waist. You tried not to react, but the loss of his touch left you shivering. “Have fun in Italy,” you said, biting back even more tears.

As he moved away, you called out to him, unable to look away from stars in his eyes and the galaxy on his cheeks. “Oh, and Lix, you have 108 freckles.”

Felix stared at you for a fleeting moment, before a small smile graced his features. His finger lifted to his lips; a shushing motion. “It’ll be our little secret, then.” He winked, then threw away the invisible key. What a weirdo. Your weirdo, now her weirdo.

Felix gave you one final look, one final look that said everything words could not; ‘I see you, and I love you. Please don’t leave. I still need you, you’re my best friend.’

You watched as he shuffled over to his wife and led her to the dance floor. He pulled her into a loving kiss and gave her a look that he had never given you, the same look that you had dreamt of receiving a thousand times. Felix watched her like she was the most important thing in the world, like she was a shining star or an angel, like she was delicate and precious. Like she was his lifeline.

He looked at her the way you looked at him.

Planning weddings usually brought you joy, such joy. This was the only one that brought you something more than happiness and relief. It brought you pain and regret, too. But Felix had begged you to plan his wedding, and you had agreed, of course. You had always assumed you would plan Lee Felix’s wedding, but you had always thought that you would be the one he was marrying. That you would be his bride.

You looked back at your finest work as a wedding planner, at your finest work as a best friend. You always wanted the best for Felix, you wanted him to be happy. That would never change.

By the smile on his face, you could tell you had done just that; you had done a good job, you had made him happy. This was your final gift to him, in a way. You got to send him off into his lover’s arms.

You had grown up with Lee Felix. You had watched him grow out of his gaming phase, out of his tiktok phase, out of all his phases. You had watched him grow smarter and stronger. You had watched him grow into the stunning, breathtaking man he is today.

This was the most important day of your life.

Starting today, you had officially stepped down as Felix’s best friend. He had a new one now.

Except this time, he was in love with her, too.

“Goodbye, Felix.” You smiled softly at him, at the man who danced with his new wife, the man who spun his bride in his arms delicately, before pulling her in for a feathery kiss. The man who you had watched fall in love with someone.

Not you, but her.

You watched him, the man you had fallen in love with, the one who got away. Finally, you slipped out of the wedding. Early, too early for a best friend.

You would always love Lee Felix, but now, you needed to find your own path again. Even if Felix wasn’t the one it was leading you to, it was time.

Besides, even if Felix wasn’t the one you were going to marry, he would be there for you as a best friend, and you for him.

Always.

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[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 25a

*Warning - Adult Content*

"It's getting late I think I should leave now. Thank you for the dinner."

Damien rose slowly, a feeling of shame oddly appearing in him. 

As if Nabokov had revealed his deepest secret. 

Yet to be attracted to someone as beautiful as Nabokov was rather a comprehensive and uncontrollable thing which made Damien's reaction unjustifiable. 

He for one was certain every woman who was or had been in contact with Nabokov had felt more or less an attraction to the guy. 

Who wouldn't with an astonished face like that? 

It was a fact and something almost uncontainable. 

Damien had no reason to feel these feelings of shame and nervousness because Nabokov's look was enticing and he was charmed by the man like every normal human being would.

 It was as if Damien blamed himself not for the attraction he felt for ‘Grey-Eyes’ but because there was something deeper behind it. 

Something he wasn't ready to accept.

"Already? Aren't you staying for dessert?" Nabokov asked with a barely visible smile.

Nabokov seemed clearly amused by this situation and by Damien's reaction, which seemed to prove to the wealthy man he had hit right on with his words. 

It made Damien angry at Nabokov but also angry at himself for reacting as such. Damien sensed all this seemed to be only a joke for Nabokov.

"No, your gibberish cut my appetite," Damien said bitterly, his smile being just as much.

Damien's coldness caused no emotion to appear on Nabokov's face.

"Before you leave, there's a question I want an answer to," Nabokov says, his authoritarian tone present in his voice.

Damien sighed. 

He could leave now without turning back. 

He no longer owed anything to Nabokov. 

He had respected his part of the deal. 

Yet Damien willingly stayed, his feet glue to the floor.

"Go ahead," Damien abdicated with nervous exasperation.

He sensed this question was in nowhere going to be a trivial one or an easy one to answer, knowing damned Nabokov. 

But an unhealthy curiosity made him stay as part of him was impatient to discover the said question.

"Is it serious between you two?"

Damien didn't need to ask who ‘you two’ was since he had a clear idea. 

Though he justly expected such bizarre questioning from Nabokov, Damien was still nevertheless surprised by it. 

He really didn't expect it and couldn't stop the expression on his face from showing his astonishment. 

Why such a perplexing question in the first place? 

Was it related to Nabokov's homophobia? 

Did he want to be certain that Damien was really gay and that it wasn't just a phase?

"Of course it's serious. We've been together for three years," Damien retorted condescendingly.

Nabokov shrugged.

"Some stay much longer than that but eventually separate."

"I'm not others," Damien curtly told the Russian.

Nabokov only smiled at these words.

"Yes, I agree. There's something special about you, hence why you intrigue me so much."

Damien bowed his head, unable to stand Nabokov's keen eye, especially when he was letting out such unforeseen phrase. 

Damien could no longer stand Nabokov's contradictions and the fact he was incapable to pin the man down. 

Nabokov was homophobic from what Damien understood and yet he was organizing this dinner, which could easily be mistaken for a small wedding reception and he had complimented Damien on how particular he was. 

Yes, Nabokov was contradiction at best and Damien was starting to get really fed up with that. 

Damien Clark looked up, narrowing his eyes and staring at Alexander Nabokov as if the unpredictable man had just asserted the most senseless thing in the world.

"I really can't pin you down. Why are we even having this sort of conversation in the first place? What did you want to accomplish with this shitty dinner?" Damien spat his words angrily but still remained calm.

Nabokov was completely unfazed.

Does this guy use Botox?

"I told you. You're an enigma for me. I don't think in my life I ever wanted to know a man like I want to know you."

Damien let out a condescending laugh to conceal the effect that Nabokov"s words had on him.

"A homophobe who wants to know about a gay man. That's clearly a first," Damien spat, his tone filled with sarcasm.

Nabokov raised an eyebrow.

"A homophobe? When did I say or do something homophobic?"

Damien sighed with irritation. 

He had no desire to explain himself or talk about Nabokov's homophobia, which was ironic since he himself was the one who introduced the disagreeable subject in the first place.

"Listen, I'm neither blind nor stupid okay? I saw the look of disgust you gave me yesterday," Damien bluntly informed the man with irritation.

Nabokov smiled weakly.

"That look was driven by the fact you are in a relationship and not with who."

Before Damien could ask him why being in a relationship was something that was bothering him, Nabokov quickly added...

"I find it interesting that you assumed I was homophobic."

"I don't want to sound like a racist and what not but you Russians aren't the main defendants of the gay community."

Nabokov's smile widened a little.

"I had no idea my nationality happens to also be a race."

Nabokov watched Damien with a mocking smile. Damien rolled his eyes with a small grin.

"You get my point."

"And if I was really homophobic, do you think I would've invited you to dinner tonight? Or want to kiss you in the limousine the other day."

Damien wasn't certain he had correctly heard the last part of what Nabokov had just said. 

But what he was certain was that his manhood was manifesting because of these words. 

Damien would never have thought that simple words would cause his shaft to react.

"I..."

A ringing sound resounded, interrupting Damien and without any real surprise, Nabokov's phone was the one that caused the noise. 

Nabokov took the phone out of his pocket and declined the call.

"Excuse me," he said, putting the phone in his pocket.

Damien wanted to take advantage of this slight moment of distraction to slip away.

"I think it's time for me to go. It's really getting late. Thanks again for the dinner," Damien spoke rapidly, not giving Nabokov time to interrupt him.

Damien turned, his back now facing Nabokov, preparing to leave when the man stopped him by expressing another one of his incomprehensible phrases.

"You know I could sue you for defamation."

Damien turned abruptly to Nabokov, his eyebrow elevated and total confusion on his face.

"What?"

Nabokov was inexpressive as usual.

"You flatly called me homophobic and without proof, it's defamation."

Damien looked at Nabokov and he saw that glimmer of genuine amusement in his eyes.

An unwanted grin appeared on Damien's face.

"Plus, you think all Russians are homophobic. That right there is pure racism to think like that, Damien."

Nabokov faulted him in a weary tone that didn't fit with the playful expression on his face. 

Damien's grin widens involuntarily.

"I know some excellent lawyers who could build a good case of defamation and discrimination against you. If you could also refer me to some lawyers you know, that'd be great too."

The two men looked at each other with amusement and Damien refrained from not laughing. 

Who would have thought that Nabokov had a sense of humor?

"But if you share a delicious slice of cheesecake with me, maybe I'll drop the idea of suing you."

The two observed each other without uttering a word. 

Damien was still standing and didn't move while Nabokov waited for an answer.

"So?"

Damien hesitated for a moment with that slight, cheerful expression still on his face but finally gave up and sat down.

"Just so you know, I’m only staying because I love cheesecake," Damien said jokingly.

"Good. It's a win-win situation for both of us."

[wambsgraham-archive]

See the thing about Shiv and Tom is that they love each other in opposite ways, which makes them fundamentally incompatible, and it also means they have to have opposite betrayals. 

Tom loves in the traditional way—in the affectionate, physical, emotional way. Tom’s a social climber and is shooting for CEO, but he also really genuinely loved Shiv in that romantic sense before it all fell apart, and the thing that mattered most to him was that she do the same. Yeah, he was hurt when she pulled the switchup and said she wanted to be CEO instead of him, and he’s bitter that she keeps leaving him in the sidelines of her plans for the future, but none of that will ever compare to the ultimate betrayal he felt on their wedding night. She cheated on him, and she doesn’t love him, and she pushed him into an open relationship he didn’t want, and that is the worst possible thing she could have done.

Meanwhile, Shiv is a Roy, and the way she loves has been twisted by her upbringing—by a father that kicks the things he loves just to see them come back. In her relationship with Tom, she can’t or won’t offer him much affection in the traditional sense, and certainly no emotional support, but what matters most to her is the preservation of them as a team. She can insult him, cheat on him, and throw him under the bus, but she would never ever have actually tossed him aside. She flips the script in season 2 when she says that she wants to be CEO, but in her mind, so long as they’re still intact as a team pushing forward together, it’s not an issue. Not a betrayal. She can endorse throwing Tom to the DOJ while they talk on the yacht, because it makes her look like she’s thinking business, which she can use to work things through with Logan later. She can send Tom to jail because it’s his own smart idea, and it wouldn’t be for all that long anyway. What’s a year apart to a team like them?

The one thing Shiv has never done, the one thing she would never do, is directly undermine Tom’s position with Logan, because in a Roy child’s mind, one’s relationship to Logan is the most important thing in the world. By selling her out, Tom has destroyed her in the worst possible way, and he’s ripped apart “the plan” and their team in the process, seemingly out of nowhere.

Because the thing is, I don’t think Shiv has ever understood just how badly she hurt Tom by cheating on him. I don’t she can comprehend how the constant flow of insults and refusal of affection must wear down a man like him. She knows Tom’s unhappy, and she knows their marriage is in a bad place, but Shiv Roy is nothing if she loses the ability to tell herself she’s not the villain, which means she can never let herself understand just how badly she’s hurt her husband. And all that means that, even if some part of her knows it, she can never ever acknowledge that cheating on Tom, lying to his face, and denying him “love” on their wedding night was the worst thing she could have done to him.

So in Tom’s mind, he has spent almost his entire relationship with Shiv being beaten down. In Tom’s mind, this is him finally leveling the field—finally lashing back out and hitting Shiv with a betrayal as good as he got, because he’s fucking fed up and she deserves it.

In Shiv’s mind, though, what Tom just did to her is worse than anything that she has ever done to him. In Shiv’s mind her husband that she has always tried her best to love in her own way just slapped her in the face with the worst possible sleight, and she has no idea where it came from.

TomShiv as a team is finally dead, and the tragedy of it all is that neither of them can even understand how the other is feeling about it. Shiv can’t see that for Tom, their relationship has been floundering and dying since their wedding night, and Tom can’t see how much Shiv really did rely on their alliance as a given despite everything, and how she could never let herself understand how she was hurting him.

[wardenparker]

Taking Care Together

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Part of the “Together” Universe Co-written with @absurdthirst​

Rating: Teen Word Count: 9.2k Warnings: Not many - lots of period talk and some allusions to sex. I think some cursing? I never seem to stop myself from cursing. This is just pure fluff and feels and confessions. Established relationship, poly ship, MMF, throuple. Future planning, minor baby/wedding talk. Summary: When their girl cancels a dinner date for ‘not feeling well’, Benny and Frankie embark on being the best boyfriends ever to take care of their pre-menstrual lady. Notes: Reader explicitly has PMDD (pre-menstrual dysphoric disorder), but of course the situation can apply to any instance of PMS or period pain. I was having a particularly bad time with my own PMDD last week and Keri was kind enough to help me write through it with some FishBen love. 💕

Together in Chronological Order: Waking Up Together Taking Care Together Better Together Celebrating Together Together for Christmas

The fact that you had been closing in on this feeling for a few days now should have given you pause, but it wasn't until you woke up this morning to the sound of your neighbor's kids watching Encanto way too loud again and started sobbing about how Mirabel deserves love that it really hit you. 24 hours until you period starts. It's like clockwork - the overhaul of emotional wreckage and physical symptoms all tied up in a little package known as PMDD coming to a head in the day before blood begins to flow.

You'll be lucky if you don't cry about every single thing today. You'll be even luckier if you can crawl out of bed to get to your kitchen to fulfill whatever insane cravings you get this month. Normal PMS, even as horrific as some of your friends have it, seems like it would be a godsend next to what you have to deal with every month but you do everything you can to cope.

What sucks more than anything else is that you won't be in any sort of way to be good company tonight and you were supposed to go have a quiet dinner with Benny in town tonight. You hate to cancel on him, but sobbing your way through a date won't be fun for either of you. He'll understand. And he still has Frankie to spend the night with, while you curl up and attempt to disappear on your living room couch watching kid’s movies and eating delivery pizza.

Benny grins, reaching out to tug on his lover’s ear. “You’re cute when you pout.” He tells Frankie, who bats his hand away and rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“I just don’t understand why I’m not invited.” He grumbles. “I’d like a date night too.” He is pouting, not that he would have ever admitted that, but he wants to be with both of you tonight.

“She wants to get to know me better.” Benny argues. “Out of the bedroom. She sees your old ass at work.” He grins when Frankie shoots him a bird.

“Old ass.” Frankie huffs and then smirks at the younger man. “Wasn’t what you were saying last night when I got through with your ass.” He reminds him cockily.

Benny rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to say something sassy back when his phone starts ringing. Nothin’ On You by Bruno Mars comes out over the speakers and both men perk up, that’s your ringtone. “Hey beautiful, you ready for tonight?” Benny answers with a grin on his face.

"Hey, honey." You can hear the sniffle in your voice, barely managing to get the guilty tears under control before hitting his contact in your call list. You don't actually want to cancel on him, but you'll be useless as company if you don't. "I, um...I'm not feeling great today, actually." That sniffle was a little too obvious. "I'm really sorry, but would you hate me if I asked to postpone our dinner?"

The grin slides off Benny’s face and his relaxed stance straightens up, making Frankie alert to there being a problem. He crowds closer and motions to Benny to put the phone on speaker so he can hear. “What’s going on, beautiful?” Benny asks softly, just in case it was a migraine. He knows how much of a bitch they can be.

"Just not feeling well." The idea of having to explain pre-menstrual dysphoric disorder to Benny and Frankie - even just as really bad PMS which doesn't really even come close to explaining the whole thing - has been too daunting for you. It's only been a few months since you started seeing them and, like most women you know, you've been trained to think that your pre-menstrual symptoms are all in your head and shouldn't really count. But PMDD is a different animal, you've come to understand. It overtakes everything and crushes down on you. It causes small nuisances to become world-ending panic attacks. It causes physical pain and migraines and sobbing fits that can last for days. And none of that is something that you are willing to subject Benny and Frankie to after so little time together. You like them so much. Have been falling for them both so steadily that it's almost surreal. You don't want this to put them off. So it's best to just not be specific. "I'm really sorry. I should be through it in a couple of days."

“Couple of days huh?” Benny looks over at Frankie who is steadily checking his calendar. The other man looks up and mouth’s the word ‘period’ to him. “Well baby, I hope you feel better. You know you can call me or Fish if you need anything. Okay?” He has zero intention of letting this stay as it is, but he’ll argue with you in person.

"If I think of anything, I will." That, at least, is a promise you can keep. Even if another bout of tears is simmering below the surface, it's just because you're grateful that these two men are so sweet and understanding. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." You tell Benny softly, hoping it hides the tremor in your voice.

“You don’t have to make up a thing baby.” Benny promises before he disconnects the call. Frankie is already knowing what the other man is thinking, having worked with him for too many years before getting involved with him not to. “You go get her. I’ll go to the store and order dinner.” Frankie promises, leaning in and giving Benny a kiss. “If you have to, lure her with the promise I’ll let her wear my flannel shirts she loves all weekend. And those prefight sweats of yours that all three of us can swim in.”

******

After Benny hangs up you bury yourself under the weighted blanket on your couch and start flipping aimlessly through movies. It will take a miracle for you to actually settle on something to watch, but now you have the whole night to just hole up in your house and be miserable on your own. Maybe you'll order a chocolate lava cake from the pizza place along with your dinner later, just to really drown yourself in it. Junk food, a familiar love story on tv, and your roomiest pjs. That's what you need tonight. Oh, and a new box of tissues. Gotta get that, too...

******

It doesn’t take Benny long to get over to your house, although he does stop at a convenience store on the way over to pick up some the sodas you like, plus the variety of candy bars is always better there than a grocery store. Buying enough for all three of you to have whatever you want; he leaves that stuff in his truck and knocks on your door.

Who the hell is that? You haven't ordered food yet - barely turned on a movie, actually - but the knock on your front door is unmistakable. Lunging for the nearest sweatshirt to cover up the fact that you never put on a bra this morning, you shuffle down the hall. Peeking through the peephole, you're not sure if you're relieved, surprised, or a little upset. You swing your front door open and immediately step back to let Benny in with a sheepish expression and almost immediate tears. "Hey." You manage to mumble, feeling more than a little like an idiot for not even being able to greet him properly.

“Hey baby.” The instinct to rush you and cup your cheek is nearly unbearable, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to spook you, so he just steps inside and closes the door. “So I was— well, Fish and I were thinking, why don’t you come over and we can take care of you?” He asks softly. “Feeling like shit sucks, feeling like shit alone is even worse.”

"I'm not going to be very good company, Ben." Shaking your head slightly, you wrap both your arms around your own waist to keep yourself from reaching for him - honestly desperate to just fall into his arms and just blindly accept both men's care and affection at face value. "I had a night of pizza and crying at kids' movies planned..."

“Yeah? Well, how does Indian food from that place you love, ice cream and foot rubs sound? While you watch the kid’s movies with us?” Benny steps a little close and looks down at you. “I think we can even convince Fish to order a pizza too if you have your heart set on it.” He tells you with a grin. “I’m also under strict orders to tell you that his flannel shirt is yours for the weekend, and my sweats are being offered up for your comfort.”

"Can't get anything past you two, can I?" You huff a little, letting yourself step into his waiting arms and breathe in his comforting scent. It's clear they know exactly what's going on, even if they don't understand the magnitude of it. "That..." A sigh parts your lips and you press a kiss over Benny's heart. "That sounds like that only thing in the world that might actually help me feel better."

Benny grins, ducking his head down and pressing his lips to your hair while he holds you. “Good. I wasn’t planning on going home without you.” He hums. “Go pack what you need, but don’t worry about a heating pad. We have one.”

"The old man's back?" Keeping Benny's hand tangled in yours, you tug him deeper into your little rented house. Frankie rolled his eyes and pouted about both of you calling him the old man, but you always told him that since he was your old man, it was okay. A quick brush into the living room and you shut off the tv before heading to the stairs. "I only need a couple of things," you promise him. Just your supplies for when all bloody hell breaks loose tomorrow.

“Yeah. And for me when I pull a muscle during a fight.” He admits, looking around the small place and waiting for you. “But don’t tell him that. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

"You're his big, strong man. Can't go getting hurt like some mere mortal." Grabbing a bag from your closet, you blindly toss a pair of loose-fitting jeans in with your period panties and the toiletry bag you keep stocked with a variety of pads and tampons. Favourite t-shirts. The sports bra that does nothing to make your tits look good but is the kindest to them when they're sore and aching.

“You know it babe!” Benny calls out. “Our old man is grabbing all the sweet and salty things we could want. We are going to lay on the couch and spoil you.”

A second later you're reemerging from the bathroom with your toiletries packed in your little bag and you offer him a small smile. "You guys really don't have to do this, ya know. It's...I don't want to monopolize your whole weekend with my bullshit."

“Your bullshit is our bullshit.” Benny says easily as he takes the bag. “Just because we don’t, you know, bleed unless we are hurt, doesn’t mean we can’t take care of our girl.”

“Believe me, it hurts.” You can't help the way your voice drops, thick with gratitude and - though no one has said it yet - love. "Thank you, baby. I— I really appreciate it. Cancelling on you sucked and I hated it."

“I could tell. You were also crying.” He opens your front door for you and makes sure you grab your keys before he twists the lock on the handle. “Which, if it weren’t us you were seeing, I’d be asking whose ass I was beating.”

"I cry a lot...before. And during." Shoving your keys into your purse as you head down the path to Benny's truck, you manage to shrug at him lamely. "I haven't wanted to bother you guys with it. It can be...well, a lot."

Benny snorts and shakes his head. “As long as you are crying because of your hormones and not because we broke your heart, you can cry on us all weekend.”

"You guys wouldn't do that." At least not intentionally, and not when technically no one's brought your heart into this yet. Although it very obviously is. He opens the passenger door and helps you up, waiting until you're settled to go around to his side and climb in. "I know Frankie's got sisters." You sink down into the comfortable seat and sigh. "And it's not like I'm the first girl either of you has been with. But for me it's kind of a big thing to have you see me like this."

“Then I’m honored that you are trusting us.” Benny offers after he puts the bag in the backseat and climbs in beside you. “I also went a bought a ton of junk food. Candy bars.” He tells you with a grin.

Smirking, you glance back at the heavy plastic bag before your eyes slide back to him. Joking is good. Teasing is good. It makes you feel much more normal. "If there's a salted caramel Milky Way in there, I'll be thanking you with a blow job."

“What if I told you there are three?” Benny asks, lifting a brow and starting the engine. “Theory was one for each of us unless it was something you liked. Then you get all of them.”

“They’re my favourite.” It’s quiet and almost sheepish the way you admit it, but Benny’s broad grin tells you it’s okay. “And you’ll both be amply thanked for them.”

Benny pulls out of the parking spot after sending Fish a quick text to let him know he was on his way home. “Well, I like where your thinking is going, but these candy bars are on the house babe.” He reaches over and gives your thigh a squeeze before he pulls out onto the main road to head back to the house that Frankie bought a few years ago.

“I probably still have a night before the bloodbath begins.” The warmth and security of him is too good to pass up and you lace your fingers together over the gear shift while he drives. Having known Frankie months longer from work, tonight was supposed to be an opportunity to get to know Benny better with clothes on - not your usual state of being when you’re at their house. “Biology can’t be denied. I’ll probably end up massively horny before the night is over.” It always happens, but through the tears and self-pity you usually just ignore it and try to sleep.

Benny laughs, full bodied and slightly mischievous. “Baby, I wasn’t talking about that. We’ll fuck you when you’re riding the red wave or not. It’s just that I don’t want you to feel like sex has to be on the table this weekend. If it’s a weekend of snuggles and tummy rubs, I’m down for that too.”

“Once it starts, sex hurts.” You admit quietly, shifting in your seat to avoid finding out if he’s looking at you. Somehow, you’ve been shamed for this just as often as for daring to think the word sex while bleeding. Men are stubborn, odd creatures. “I just—I want to be honest with you. Sometimes I turn into an absolute horn dog and sometimes I growl if anyone even looks at me sexually. That’s why I normally just fly under the radar this time of month. So whoever I’m seeing doesn’t have to deal with it.”

“We will always take our lead from you.” Benny promises, pulling his hand away so he can flip it over and hold yours properly. “You want sex, you have two grown ass men who love to fuck you. You want to be left alone; you have two grown ass men who have gone without sex without dying.” He snorts. “We’ll just fuck each other.”

“Awwww come on.” You throw him a playful, tortured pout. “Watching but not touching? Might as well go back to when I thought you guys were gay.”

He grins back at you. “Still love that.” He admits, squeezing your hand.

“I’m starting to think you guys loved messing with me.” Snorting slightly, it’s the first time you’ve laughed all day and that’s all up to Benny. The man would do anything to make you and Frankie laugh. “Sit up in bed at night and pillow talk about how to get in my head.”

“Nah.” Benny giggles, knowing that both of them had noticed how flustered you were. “We mainly talked about how to get you into bed with us.”

“That was not a hard sell.” You bring his hand up to your lips to scatter kisses along his knuckles, remembering the first night you went out with the pair of them. It was gorgeous and celebratory and only slightly feral - all of their pent-up energy spilling out at that salsa club after Benny had KO’d his opponent in a fight.

“I know.” Benny is smug, fully aware of what he and Frankie both bring to the table, but it was you that the two of them both wanted. “Are you okay with changing the food plan to Indian or do you have your heart set on pizza?”

“Indian actually sounds better.” The little place by the hangar that you and Frankie order lunch from sometimes does the most amazing curry potato and pea samosas you’ve ever had in your life and Frankie tended to over order them to send you home with leftovers in the days he bought lunch. “You guys spoil me.” And for some reason that makes your hormonal self feel guilty - causing you to push back useless tears.

He catches the change in your voice and looks over, seeing you blinking back tears. “Because we want to, baby.” He doesn’t tell you to stop crying, or it’s okay. He knows you don’t need that right now. “It’s our pleasure to spoil our girl.”

“You keep talking like that and I’m going to start thinking you two are sweet on me.” It’s just a gentle tease. A little thing between the two of you, and a soft smile drifts across your face when he turns to look at you at the stoplight. “I—” the light changes, cutting you off, and the admission dies on your tongue in the same brave breath that almost brought it to life. You have the big, real feelings for both men and can’t believe how lucky you are that they seem to like you so much. But the truck in your sweats might not be the right scenario for admitting that.

“I could think of worse women to be sweet on.” Benny chuckles softly and squeezes your hand again. “So tell me about this. Help me understand so I can help you.”

“It’s like pms on steroids.” You huff at the one sentence explanation but squeeze his hands back gently. “I have something called pre-menstrual dysphoric disorder. The time surrounding my period isn’t just cramps and mood swings. My mood swings are depression and manic episodes. I don’t just have trouble sleeping, sometimes I get full on insomnia.” The explanation has always made you feel foolish. Small. Like you’re fourteen and being told to control yourself all over again. It’s not that bad. Every woman deals with it. You’re just a drama queen. And of course that triggers more tears that make you scrub helplessly at your face, sopping them up in the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “I cry about everything. And I know that there’s no reason to cry, but that doesn’t make it stop.”

“Okay, so don’t be alarmed at tears and try to make it better.” Benny nods, making a note of this to discuss with Frankie. “Have soft tissues or shoulder available for crying.” He knows all about mania and depression, both men having their own issues after some of the shit they’ve done.

“Migraines. Blurry vision. And the cramps are…” Another shrug escapes you, not really knowing what else to do. “I’ve talked to other women with PMDD who have kids and they say it’s just like labour. So I don’t know if I’m relieved that I already know what I’m getting myself into when I eventually have kids, or pissed that I have to deal with it every single month.”

“Damn baby.” Benny whistles and shakes his head. “There’s nothing they can give you to treat it?” He completely hates the idea of you being in that much pain, wishing that you had told them about this sooner.

“I take what I can. Birth control and antidepressants. But it’s powerful shit.” It’s clear he’s upset on your behalf, Benny never being someone who does a good job of hiding his emotions from you. “It’s better than it used to be. I don’t usually have to miss work anymore, but sometimes it’s just too much…like tonight…”

“Then it’s good you aren’t alone. You just tell us to shut up or back off whenever you need, and we’ll follow your orders.”

The moment is quiet between you, even just momentarily, and you wrap your other hand around his to pull into your lap for a second. Just squeezing his fingers there in between yours and breathing feels miles better. “I never want you to back off, Ben. You or Frankie.”

“You say that now.” Benny jokes. “Wait until you have two human Labradors in your lap wanting love and attention and wanting to smother you with kisses.”

“Mr. Miller, you seem to be under the mistaken impression that you have not just described the dream relationship.” Bringing his hand up to your lips once more, you scatter kisses across his skin before letting him readjust to be comfortable while he drives. “That sounds like heaven.”

“Remember you say that now.” He laughs, tossing you a wink when he comes up to a red light. Only about two more miles to home and he can’t wait to get you there.

“Oh, I’ll remember.” Because you damn well mean it. The last few months have been amazing, and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

It only takes a few more minutes until Benny is pulling into the driveway of the one-story home. Like most in Florida, stucco siding reigns supreme, and there’s even the Spanish influence of terra cotta tiles on the roof, which Frankie complained about because he can’t attach solar panels to it.

“Home sweet home.” Having been here countless times by now - it makes far more sense for you to go to the two of them since they live together - there actually is a sense of comfort in it. Their house is comfy despite always being freezing cold and the pool in the backyard has an amazing deck that the boys built together from scratch that just begs for parties to sprawl across it with abandon. The privacy fence is also just tall enough to hide all their favourite salacious acts from prying eyes.

Benny grabs your bag from the back and rounds the front of the truck. “Yes, it is.” There is a smug tone to his voice, happy you’ve made a comment like that, even if it’s in jest. He wants you to look at this as your home.

“Is it useless to tell you that I can carry my own bag?” Even as he helps you out of the truck, you know the answer. There isn’t a chance in hell they’ll let you lift a finger tonight if the way Benny’s been talking is any indication.

“Yep.” Benny chirps cheerfully as he guides you towards the door. He grabs the bags of candy from you and grins at you.

“Hey, handsome.” Frankie is practically inside the doorway when Benny pushes the door open for you, and you sigh at the sight of him. Whenever Frankie is around, things just feel a little brighter. A little less doomed.

“Hey gorgeous.” Frankie doesn’t mention the fact that your eyes are red, and your nose looks puffy from where you must have been crying. You are still gorgeous to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into the house and into his chest for a hug.

“Missed you today.” It’s mumbled against his chest while he holds you tight, but you know he hears it. Having today off may have been good timing for your symptoms but it just means you missed your boys.

“Not as much as I missed you.” Frankie promises. “Kasey is horrible at working the front desk.” He tells you, rolling his eyes.

“Well that’s because she hasn’t learned her ABCs yet.” You joke with a snort. As stunningly attractive and outgoing as the younger woman is, she can’t exactly be trusted to know which end of a pencil to write with.

“The second charter today, one of them actually asked me if I graduated high school, because if she was any indication of the education level of our company they didn’t want to go up.” Frankie laughs, having assured the man that he was well qualified to fly them.

“At least when we’re both in the office it’s obvious that Chuck hired girls he wanted to fuck.” Of course, you are smart enough not to go near that man with a twenty-foot-pole. You can’t necessarily say the same for Kasey.

“Baby, you are smart as a whip, but next to her?” Frankie snorts. “You’re fucking Einstein.”

“Eww.” Wrinkling your nose for comic effect, you shake your head at him before bursting out into a grin. “No necrophilia, thank you. I’m very happy fucking the two of you.”

“Dork.” Frankie grins and kisses your head. “You want water, tea, soda?”

“Benny said there was soda?” The hopeful expression you give him is damn near pitiful, but that’s about where you’re at emotionally.

“There’s soda.” Frankie confirms with a grin. He pulls you towards the kitchen so you can see six different twelve packs of assorted sodas sitting on the counter. “Wasn’t sure what you might be feeling, so I got a variety.”

It's instant and overwhelming, the way the gratitude swells up from your toes until it's welling up behind your eyes and pushing through so you have to cover your face with your hands to avoid just straight out sobbing at the sight. There are multiple bags of Indian take-out sitting behind all the soda, and you realize the car pulling down the street in the opposite direction when you and Benny turned on to it must have been the delivery driver leaving. "Sorry, sorry." You mumble, trying desperately to sniffle back the deluge. "I just...I'm a little overwhelmed. In a good way. You guys didn't have to do any of this."

“Sure, we did.” Frankie leans against the counter, propping one hip against it. “Just like when you make Benny those oatmeal cookies he likes just because or when you make sure I’ve got a bottle of water when I come in from a tour.” He murmurs, stroking your arm. “We take care of each other.”

“I—” It’s there again, on the tip of your tongue, but you swallow the words and reach for both of them. Their bear hugs are the best hugs in the world and you need that comfort more than anything right now. “Thank you.” Is the best you can do at the moment, squeezing them tight against you.

“So.” Frankie pulls away and gives you a grin. “You go get comfy on the couch, I put the heating pad and the weighted blanket out. Benny and I will bring the food out there.”

Benny reaches over and cracks open one of the soda packages. “Did you out the period sheets on the bed?” He asks his lover as he walks over to the cabinets to grab some glasses for all of you.

"You guys have period sheets?" One eyebrow quirks up at them as you grab a can of Cherry Coke from one of the packs on the counter. Why do two men in a long-term relationship with no women present in their lives have period sheets?

Frankie flushes and reaches up to rub the back of his neck. “I, uh, I bought them when you started coming over, just in case - you know.” He huffs at himself. “There’s a mattress protector and black sheets on the bed so you don’t have to be upset.”

"You—?" The tears press at your eyes again but you manage to hold them back just this once, surging forward to press a small but incredibly earnest kiss to Frankie's lips. "Thank you." You murmur, turning and giving the same symbol of gratitude to Benny in turn. "You guys honestly have no idea how much all of this means to me."

“Baby, we want you to be comfortable here.” Frankie doesn’t mention those three little words he wants to say. Knowing he doesn’t want you to feel compelled to return the sentiment before you are sure if what you feel. “Consider this home.”

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve the two of you, but I wish I had done it a hell of a lot sooner." Offering them both a grateful smile, you tuck your soda can into the pocket of your sweatshirt and shuffle off toward the living room with the air of someone who feels more than slightly guilty for loving all this attention. Frankie's weighted blanket for his anxiety is like a magical stress relief gift from the gods and it is currently calling your name out on their huge sectional.

Benny and Frankie unpack boxes of food, using the giant tray that Benny had bought Frankie for putting his grilled meats on, they start carting supplies into the living room. One quick statement from Benny has Frankie adding a new box of tissues to the tray to bring out there. The Indian food mixed with different chips, crackers and that dip you loved last time. Benny tosses the candy bars on there for good measure. “Look ma, we made one of those shark-coochie-boards.” Benny jokes as he and Frankie carry it out to the sturdy coffee table. “Get it? Because it’s about to be shark week?”

Frankie rolls his eyes. “Pendejo.” He mutters under his breath at his lover. He looks over at you. “I know where we can hide the body.” He tells you with confidence.

"We'd miss him too much." You remind Frankie, giggling gently at the terrible joke. "Come sit, guys." Patting the sofa on either side of you, you have set yourself down in a very obvious signal that you'd like to be surrounded by affection. The PlayStation controller is already in your lap with HBOMax pulled up, and you reach to snag a piece of naan from the tray to dip into the insanely tasty mango chutney from the Indian place. "I won't force you to watch Disney movies with me, I promise."

“Pfft.” Frankie laughs at the way Benny positively pouts. “Gorgeous, you’ve obviously never witnessed 200 grown ass men singing along with Mulan or The Little fucking Mermaid on a FOB in Iraq.”

You immediately click out of the HBO app, moving over to Disney+, since they've been signed into your account on their tv since the night the three of you marathoned The Falcon and the Winter Soldier together over more popcorn than three humans should ever have been able to eat. The Brandy and Whitney Houston version of Cinderella is sitting ready in your watchlist from when you had intended to watch it alone in your own house. "Fair warning, I will absolutely cry when Cinderella shows up at the ball."

“We have tissues waiting.” Frankie acts as your anchor, leaning against the armrest and letting you lean against him. “Damn. What we need to do is build a coffee table that lifts towards us like an adjustable table.” He tells Benny. “That way we don’t have to move.”

"My coffee table lid lifts up." You tell them, easily leaning into Frankie while you begin to munch. "Best damn piece of furniture I ever bought. Never getting rid of that thing."

“I’ll have to come over and inspect it.” Frankie decides immediately. “I’ll build ours.”

"Do you have any idea how sexy it is that you're so handy?" The question is really for both of them, and you look between them with a soft sort of pride as the movie begins to play.

“Shhhhh.” Benny flushes and winks at you. “Movies starting. Flirt after you eat.”

The three of you nearly obliterate the insane amount of Indian food Frankie ordered, leaving empty containers stacked up on the tray with drained soda cans and the torn wrappers of just a few candy bars. Benny can pack it away like a teenager still, owing to the way he works out for fights, and Frankie had definitely indulged more than usual along with the both of you. Food and drink has been abandoned all together by the time the ball is happening on screen, and you comfortably stretch out between the guys with your head on Frankie's shoulder and legs over Benny's lap as you hum along, sniffling when Brandy and Paolo Montalban begin dancing the first waltz you ever saw as a little kid. Still, decades later, you can't help but get caught up in how sweet it is.

Frankie watches the movie, but he’s paying attention to you more, his arm around your shoulder and hand under your sweatshirt, resting over your stomach. Providing more warmth in addition to the heating pad at your back.

True to his word, Benny’s strong hands knead methodically at your feet once you’ve all sat back, massaging out the tension and making you sink deeper into them as you relax that much more. There’s something therapeutic about it as much as anything else, just working the knots out like trying to work through the emotional knots that crop up on these bad and worse days. Between the two of them, it’s like lying on a very warm and relaxing cloud - which is by far the best you’ve felt all day.

Frankie notices more tears streaming down your face but they seem to the happy, wistful ones that romantics have when watching a touching moment. He reaches over without disturbing you too much to grab a few dry ones and hand them to you. “Here you go, babe.” He murmurs softly.

“Thanks,” you mumble, wiping away the fresh stream of tears with a sheepish expression. It’s silly to get emotional about a kid’s movie but in your current state you really just can’t help it.

“I cry during The Land Before Time.” Frankie murmurs softly, his hand rubbing circles on your stomach. “Even now.”

“That’s because you’re a softie.” Tipping your head back a little lets you smile up at him and you nuzzle against his chest. “Just a big ol’ softie under that grumbly exterior.”

He huffs at you and does the incredibly mature thing of sticking his tongue out at you. “Yeah, he is.” Benny chimes in, grinning at both of you. “You’ve got him pegged.”

“You’re just as bad.” Grinning over at Benny warns you through on a totally different level. “You soak up every ounce of his softness and now you’re just a human teddy bear.” And really? You love that about them. Both of them.

Benny scoffs and raises a brow at you. “Did you not see my last fight? Me? A teddy bear?” He acts insulted but secretly he knows it’s true. He’s soft for those he loves.

“Yes, a teddy bear.” You haven’t missed a single fight since that first one they invited you to, even dressing up in those little outfits of yours that Benny loves so when you follow him out to the ring with his boys you look like bonafide arm candy. “A big, fearsome, snuggly teddy bear.”

He’s slightly mollified by your description and settles back down, working on your calf muscles now. “That’s only for you and Fish. So don’t spread it around.” He pipes up.

“Oh no.” You shake your head at him and run your fingers along his sharp jaw affectionately. “My friends already know what snuggle bugs you two are. Sorry, boys.”

“That’s not even cool.” Benny whines, even as he leans into your touch. “Now they’re gonna think I’ll come over and hang mirrors and shit for them.”

“Oh, come on. They all have boyfriends and husbands to do that shit for them.” The way he nuzzles against your hand reminds you of a puppy and you grin. “What they don’t have are boyfriends and husbands who pull out all the stops for shark week care. And they definitely only got foot rubs while they were pregnant.”

“When you’re—” Frankie coughs loudly and Benny snaps his jaw shut. “I mean, you’ll get foot rubs every shark week.” Benny promises.

You raise an eyebrow at both of them, not missing the oh so subtle way Frankie cut Benny off. “Having domestic fantasies there, Ben?” It’s probably not a smart question to ask, but fuck it. You’re just hormonal enough to want to poke that deadly topic.

“He’s an idiot who doesn’t know what he’s saying.” Frankie supplies, looking pointedly at his lover.

“O-Kay…” It’s probably best to just leave it at that if Frankie doesn’t want to play that game, and you remember again that in the five months you’ve been seeing them, the three of you really haven’t talked about the future beyond what the next month or so might hold. Instead of pushing it, you settle down against Frankie’s shoulder again to watch the last few minutes of the movie.

Frankie is quiet, contemplative while the movie finishes up. He knows exactly why Benny started making that comment. Because both men know what they want but they aren’t sure if it’s what you want, and they don’t want to push. Or Frankie doesn’t want to push, Benny would have already asked you to move in if he had his way. The credits start and Frankie shuffles behind you. “Listen…” He starts and then winces because that’s never a good way to start a conversation. “There is a reason I cut Benny off earlier.”

“Because I casually mentioned pregnancy and that is a topic that can freeze grown men in their tracks?” Making light is the best way to keep yourself from bursting into unnecessary tears again, knowing that when you’re like this they’re always right below the surface. These two have been together for years already and inviting you into their bed and into their life was something that took a lot of opening up. You don’t take it for granted and you definitely don’t want to push. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to explain.”

“Yes, I do.” Frankie sighs and reaches out to cup your cheek. “You don’t have a clue what we are thinking about all of this, and it’s my fault. I never wanted to push you too fast.”

“You haven’t pushed at all.” Sitting up between them and shifting a little, you manage to position yourself so you can see both of their faces without straining too hard. They did all of this and brought you over here tonight to take care of you, so you can lean on the logic that he’s not about to break things off. Unless the rest of the junk food is for them to wallow in and they’re just going to call an Uber…. No. Don’t go down that path. Stop. Breathe. Think. They wouldn’t do that. “You guys have been together a long time and I don’t want to rock the boat too hard.”

“Baby,” Frankie licks his lips and his eyes slide over to Benny, who gives him an almost imperceptible nod. The older man smiles slightly, that half smile that he knows you love. “I love you.” He tells you honestly.

“And I love you.” Benny inches closer, making sure that you know exactly where he stands too. “We were trying to figure out how you felt before we said anything else. Another reason why I wanted to take you out tonight.”

“You—?” The way your jaw unhinges slightly and eyes widen make it perfectly clear that that is not what you were expecting them to say, and all in an instant you’re buying your face in your hands again while the never-ending tears push past your thin self-control. “I’m not upset.” You promise them quickly, feeling both men freeze on either side of you. “I’m not upset, I just…” Managing to stop the flood quickly is a miracle, but you uncover your face again and look them both a soft, watery smile. “I love you both, too. And I’ve been trying so hard not to just blurt it out lately.”

“Oh thank God.” Frankie huffs, leaning over and kissing your shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about anything, we are crazy about you.”

“None of us wanted to push and we were all sitting around keeping it a secret.” You push up a little from where you’re sitting, kissing Frankie first and then turning to Benny.

Benny hums, wrapping his arms around you and sliding his tongue into your mouth to deepen it. Your body seems to hum along with him, lighting up and buzzing with the reality of the confession. Two people in love is something extraordinary by any account, but the dynamic between the three of you is truly something rare in your opinion. At least, you’ve never known anything like it before.

Benny smirks against your lips and pulls back, pecking your lips again. “Aren’t you glad you came over this weekend?” He asks you, more than a little smug. “You get to be taken care of and get declarations of love.”

“I could do without all the weeping.” You admit, wiping some of your own tears from his cheeks. “But that’s my own fault.”

“Baby, you can’t help it.” Frankie insists. “So don’t ever feel bad being weepy around us.”

“How dare you be so supportive when I’m being self-deprecating.” Nudging into Frankie’s side again, this time you bring Benny with you like the biggest blanket in the whole world. “I’m the most spoiled girl in the world.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” Benny grins back down at you and looks up at Frankie. “We like to spoil you.”

“If I ever protest, know that I have been body snatched.” What you are doing, though, is plotting out a massively special date to take them on when you’re feeling better again. Maybe you’ll call Benny’s brother and get some advice on planning the perfect fishing trip. They would love that.

Frankie hums, wrapping his arms around both you and Benny, enjoying the weight of the two of you against him. “Do you want to watch another movie?” He asks you, wondering how you are feeling at this moment. “Or do you want to bask in your affection?”

“Who wouldn’t want to bask in this?” Especially when Benny is looking up at you and Frankie like you collectively hung the moon, and Frankie is looking down at you and Benny like you’re the most precious beings on earth. “You guys don’t have to work tomorrow, do you?” It would pop a big hole in your beautiful little bubble if one of them had to leave in the morning.

“Nope.” Frankie answers with a pleased grin. “Harrison is working this weekend, and Benny is off too, so we are all yours.” He might have had high hopes that you and Benny would make your way over here after the date tonight and the three of you could spend the night together.

“Good.” You tug on their shirts like edges of a blanket, as though that somehow would bring them in closer to you. “Because I know dinner would have ended with us back here falling into bed with our Frankie anyway, so now we just have extra time.”

“Baby, I was serious in the truck.” As much as Benny is always raring to go for you and Frankie, he understands that you might not want to right now. “There is zero thought about that unless you want it.”

"I know." Leaning into him, you leave a soft kiss on his lips and smile. "But on any normal date, that's what we would have done. It just so happens that today isn't very normal."

“But it’s even more special.” Benny winks at you. “Now Frankie doesn’t have to worry about blurting it out when he’s balls deep.”

"Aww, were you holding back, baby?" A sly grin turns itself on Frankie and you nudge his nose with your own. He's such a sweet, soft man underneath the gruff exterior and the idea that he's even softer for you makes you melt. "You can tell me anything, you know that."

He huffs and pulls back so he can kiss your nose. “Tell me you would have believed me if I said it mid-thrust?” He asks, arching an eyebrow at you. “Or would you have dismissed it as heat of the moment?”

"Honestly?" It barely even draws a shrug from you, because of how true it is. "I probably would have said it back. And if one of you got wigged out, I would have claimed it was the heat of the moment to make it less weird. But...I've felt this way for a while now."

“Yeah?” Benny’s arms tighten around you slightly and he nuzzles his face into your neck. “So move in with us.”

"Wh--what?" Your eyes snap between them once - twice - three times before they widen and both of your hands come up to frame your face in obvious surprise. It's been five months. Five wonderful, passionate months that sometimes you can't even believe have been real. And here is Benny offering you more. So much more. "You...want me to live with you? Both of you?" It's vital that they be on the same page, and while you're sure they've talked about it, this is a big conversation. You have been with them for five months, but they have been together for five years. "Really?"

“Baby, Benny would have you already pregnant if he had his way.” Frankie snorts in amusement. “It’s why I cut him off. We want to go slow, but we are in this.”

"I don't even know what to—" But that's ridiculous, and you cut yourself off when both men look fleetingly concerned. "Yes, obviously the answer is yes." You squeeze both of their hands tight and don't bother stifling the sniffle that follows. For this, a little extra emotion makes perfect sense. "I just...we haven't really talked about the future very much."

“Yeah.” Frankie huffs, taking your hand and lifting it to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. “But we are totally all in.”

“What does the future look like, to the two of you?” It’s an essential conversation, and one that you’ve seriously avoided before now. A part of you doesn’t understand why they haven’t just gotten married already. They love the hell out of each other, live together, and have built a life together. Now, of course, you’re grateful that there was clearly room in their lives for you, as well.

Benny leans up and kisses you softly. “The three of us.” He tells you. “Kids. As many as you wanted or none of you didn’t. But honestly, we want this to be a fully committed relationship.” He looks over at Frankie and smiles. “We always knew we wanted someone else, but no one fit until you.” Frankie nods in agreement.

“Is that why you never got married?” You blurt the question out a little indelicately and bite your lip. Maybe another drink to sip at would shut you up or make you stop and think between sentences. You’ll have to grab one from the kitchen.

Frankie shrugs, making Benny roll his eyes. “He’s got a thing against cheating.” He tells you with a huff.

“Hijo de puta, I was raised Catholic. Some things are hard to let go of.” Frankie flushes, and rubs the edge of his jaw bashfully.

“So no marriage. Got it.” It surprises you that it doesn’t disappoint you more, but then you completely understand Frankie’s logic. A legal bond before God - the way it’s currently structured anyway - isn’t built for three. “I always wondered, but that makes sense.”

“I’m not against it.” Frankie insists. “I didn’t want to get married until we found the third part.” He sighs, rolling his eyes at the half ass way that Benny explains shit. It drives him crazy sometimes. “We are both too attracted to women to be…well, happy for lack of a better word, with just us. Not that monogamy is wrong, but we just knew we wanted a feminine influence.”

“So fairy tales and period cravings is exactly what you were missing, then?” You lean over and press a kiss to Frankie’s lips with a grin. “We would have to get creative to make it work for three anyway, baby.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, wondering if there’s something he’s missing.

“Well…three people…can’t legally get married…” Unless, did they pass a law you don’t know about? The stupid, useless hand of anxiety grasps at your thought but you brush it away.

“No.” Frankie shakes his head sadly. “But— we would want you to marry one of us legally. Just depends on if you want the last name Miller or Morales.”

“You guys have really talked this out, huh?” Little do they know how much daydreaming of your own you’ve done. Each of your hands finds theirs so you can hold them both in your lap. “Can the kids and I be Miller-Morales? Since we’re…talking about a whole family?”

Benny grins. “I knew she was going to want a hyphenated name!” He crows happily while Frankie flips him a bird. “We are honestly thinking about a legal wedding and a spiritual one?” Benny pipes up. “Like if you marry Fish, after the officiant leaves, we have a ceremony for all three of us?”

“That’s only fair.” Honestly it twists an excited, nervous knot in your stomach to think about for real. Anything precious to this has just been aimless hypothetical daydreams. “Whoever I’m not legally marrying should still be at the altar for the legal one, though. Walk me down the aisle or be a super involved best man or just be there beside us. However we want to do it.”

“Of course.” Both men nod as if that is a given. It is to them, never an option otherwise. They were in this together, which is why you are so special. You are the only woman they’ve both felt this way about.

“I really just…” Squeezing both of their hands in yours is grounding, and you look between these two phenomenal men with absolute adoration in your eyes. “I love you both so much. And I was really scared that telling you that would fuck with our dynamic. Clearly, I—I had nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing at all.” Frankie promises, smirking at Benny. “That one was disappointed that there wasn’t an ‘oops’ moment.”

“Oops love confession or oops pregnancy test?” You raise one curious eyebrow at Benny.

“Yes?” Benny gives you a shit eating grin, not giving anything away because both options were good to him.

“Eager.” Rolling your eyes at him playfully, you lean in his direction instead, pressing little kisses to his lips as you shake your head at him. “One thing at a time, loves, okay? And I still have six more months on the lease on that house that I guess I’ll be renting to someone so I can move in with you two penguins.”

“Sublet it.” Frankie suggests, eager to have you move in. “Save your housing money for school, apply it to your debt.” He knows that you worry about the increasing cost of school. “Although…to be honest, I don’t want you to worry about a next step until you are done with college.” You are already older than most college students in your classes because of having to work your way through.

“Counterpoint?” While you love that Frankie always has his priorities in place, sometimes you feel like he needs to be reminded to have a little fun, too. “I have two more semesters left after this one, and I’ll be trying to line up a job as quickly as I can after graduation, so…what if we planned to get married during a school break?” It’s not exactly conventional, but nothing about your arrangement is anyway. “Once I’m a full-fledged nurse we’ll be lucky to drag me to City Hall in my scrubs. And…you two mean a lot more to me than that. Even if we don’t take a honeymoon or anything. The wedding should be special.”

“Counteroffer to the counterpoint.” Frankie grins. “We get married when you graduate, fuck looking for a job right away and we have that honeymoon? The three of us on a little island in the middle of paradise sounds good to me.”

“All good points.” You’re nuzzled against Frankie and Benny is tucked against you back, sandwiching you between them which is your favourite place to be. “Except you know I’m going to have to have a job lined up. I’ll go crazy with uncertainty otherwise. But…the three of us sipping cocktails on a white sandy beach sounds like a dream.”

“Or you could not have a job.” Benny suggests. “Not like we would be hurting for income.” He waggles his eyebrows at you. “You could be barefoot and pregnant, in the pool.”

“Is that the fantasy, Ben?” You can’t help but tease him a little as you tilt your head to kiss his temple. “You and Frankie out being my big, strong men and you come home to your housewife?” It’s not a bad life, and definitely nothing to turn your nose up at. That’s a life of luxury right there. But you know you wouldn’t last past a few months of your only job was to be at home. “Maybe we’ll just have to see what happens?”

Benny winks at you and grins. “Real feminism is having you chose what’s right for you, babe.” He tells you, leaning and giving you a kiss. “Stay at home, be a badass in the workforce, whatever you want.”

“Maybe I’ll go through this whole thing and find out I hate being a nurse.” That’s always a possibility, although you dread the idea that years of your life and thousands of dollars will have been wasted. “Whatever happens, it will happen with you two.”

“That’s all that matters.” Frankie promises, knowing that there was plenty of time to hammer out the finer details of the future later. What was most important was that you know that they want you here.

Nuzzling a little deeper between them, you can’t help the way your heart is skipping beats and beating out of time while the conversation sinks into your bones. It’s going to be the three of you. Just like you dreamed.

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The Bachelor Disaster

Part I/II

Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader, almost bratty slut!Bucky Barnes x soft dom!Thor Odinson

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Bucky gets cockblocked.

Warnings: explicit language, almost explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, public sex), slutty Bucky makes dumb decisions, mentions of pregnancy and labor, 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Alright, I hadn’t originally planned on this being a two parter, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to transition between the two big scenes, so I figured I’d cut the transition out and just give you the good stuff!! Hopefully my muse wakes up a little more and I can give you guys part 2 and a wedding before Tuesday 😘

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“Shut the fuck up, Wilson!” Steve smacked his friend on the shoulder when he booed at him as he dug his phone out of the bin, flipping the rest of the assholes off when they kept hooting good natured insults at him as he wandered away from the table on drunken legs. “I’m not pussy whipped, I’m considerate!”

“Whatever, think you just miss the sound of her voice, lover boy.” Sam grinned and caught the napkin Steve chucked at his head, making kissy noises at the blonde’s back while he wandered away to call you. “Hurry the fuck up, it’s your bachelor party, wanna hit that cigar lounge before it closes!”

Steve didn’t even get a chance to throw a retort back at him before his phone was ringing in his hand, a lopsided grin spreading his lips wide when your face flashed on his screen, finding a secluded and relatively quiet corner to take your call and try to not sound too drunk.

“Baby!” He failed at not sounding drunk, speaking far louder than was necessary but unable to care because he was so happy to hear from you. “I miss you!”

“Oh, Stevie! You sound like you’re having such a good time.” Something in your voice was making him confused, you sounded a little stressed. “Why haven’t any of you been answering your phones?”

“Bucky made a no phones rule for the night, I only picked up because he disappeared somewhere.” He felt himself sobering up as he listened to your voice, something was wrong. “Doll, what is it? Did something happen? Is Sarah ok?”

“Baby, no, don’t worry, everything is fine, sort of.” There was some sort of commotion in the background and your voice was muffled for a second until you came back to him. “Becca’s in labor.”

“What? Oh my god, the twins! Connor’s gonna lose his… shit!” Steve was feeling too many emotions at once, horror finally taking over when he remembered where he was. “Fuuuuuuck, we’re in Toronto.”

“What the fuck are you doing in Toronto?!” Steve could hear someone (he was pretty sure it was Winnie) screech ‘Toronto?’ in the background and he winced. “Steve, you were supposed to stay in the city.”

“Shit, someone mentioned they wanted dim sum and sake and Buck was right there with a recommendation for the best sake place he’d ever been. Yeah, it was Thor.” Steve started rushing back to the group in a frenzy. “Oh my god, they’re going to kill him.”

“There’s a line, you would not believe the looks I started getting when I mentioned Toronto.” At least you sounded amused, chuckling softly while someone with you ranted incoherently. “I think Winnie is calling her son an idiot in several different languages.”

“He is an idiot, a slutty moron.” Steve ignored his friends’ questions as he dug through the phones and chucked Connor’s phone at the man. “Baby, I’ve gotta get these assholes to move, I have to go, I love you so much. Try to talk down the Bucky kill squad, ok? Connor, your wife’s having your babies, get your ass in gear.”

“What?! Goddamn it, I knew we should’ve stayed in New York! Why do I listen to that dumbass?”

“I don’t know, where is the idiot?” Steve looked around as everyone started frantically packing up. “Shit, Thor’s gone too. Where’s the bathroom?”

It didn’t take him long to find it, slamming the door open and sighing indulgently when he walked in to find Bucky on his knees at Thor’s feet with an enraptured look on his face. A look that fell to an annoyed snarl when he spotted Steve out of the corner of his eye while he reached to start undoing Thor’s belt.

“Get the fuck out of here, Rogers, we’re celebrating.” He rubbed his face into Thor’s bulge and groaned at the scent of him, feeling like he was about to melt into the floor when the blonde ran his fingers through his hair and cooed at him.

“Hello Steven.” Thor gave Steve a very pleased grin as Bucky kept mouthing at the outline of his cock through his pants, shushing the brunette when he tried to get Thor to pay attention to him again. “James here was a little insistent, just loves love.”

“Yeah, I’m happy for you, but we have to go.” Steve chuckled when Bucky growled at him and shot him a venomous glare, striding forward to start the task of pulling the two of them apart. “Buck, your sisters having the babies, we have to leave now.”

“What?!” Bucky froze and gazed at Steve with wide eyes, spluttering uselessly while Thor did up his pants in a rush and the two of them dragged the stunned man to his feet. “But she’s not due for another two weeks!”

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate you explaining that to her once we get there.” Steve and Thor dragged the poor man out of the bathroom while he still kept spluttering hopelessly. “Please let me me there when you try to justify this to her and your mother.”

“Oh my god, my mother!” Bucky sucked in a harsh breath and dug in his heels once they got him outside, shaking his head with a horrified look on his face as Steve frowned at him and Thor held open the back door to the car. “Steve, they’re going to kill me! Maybe I should just stay here.”

“No, you’re not going to miss the birth of your nephews just because every woman in your life wants to hurt you a little bit right now.” Steve finally shoved him into the car and they took off, Bucky pouting to himself as the two blondes just grinned at each other. “Your jet gonna be able to meet us at the airport, Odinson?”

“Yes, and I believe Samuel is arranging for a police escort from La Guardia, so with any luck we should be at the hospital within three hours.” Thor grinned when Bucky let out a sullen huff as he leaned on him, winking at Steve when he rolled his eyes before turning to nuzzle into Bucky’s hair. “That’s enough pouting, James, you know I don’t appreciate brats. You’re going to meet your nephews soon, cheer up.”

“No, I’m so happy I’m gonna meet those little dudes and Becca’s gonna be such a good mom.” Bucky relaxed a little when Thor pressed his lips to his temple, giving Steve a small, slightly goofy smile when the giant bit at his ear before it fell into another whine. “I was just so fucking close!”

“Oh my god, do not complain about getting cockblocked by your sister going into labor, they already want your head on a pike.” Steve shook his head and dragged Bucky off Thor once they arrived at the airport.

“We’ll get another chance, love, don’t worry.” Thor cooed at Bucky when he started pouting again as they boarded the plane, grinning at the rest of their friends before pulling the stairs back up and letting the pilot know they were ready to go. “Just worry about apologizing to your mother and sister so they don’t actually kill you.”