#anyway I’m sorry your mom did that to you and I’m glad you’re having fun with some physical media

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Down bad freak mode for the most emotionally constipated blueberry

It’s been about 6+ years since I last picked up a pencil and drew, but I decided to get back into it. Im still very rusty as you can tell.

Enjoy some grumpy Sicarius and ignore my lead smudging, I’m left handed.

[adrienneleclerc]

so i’ve been a virgin my whole life right, and my family (like true latino fashion) they always bring it up and makes jokes and my nickname about it. if i EVER say anything about losing my virginity, dios mío, no me avergüenzo. anyways my sisters always say that when im 25 they will give me a birthday that say new record 25 years of virginity. but i can’t help think that charles is celebrating your 25 with your family and see this and turns red, because he knows the truth 👀. and your sisters realize what is happening so the next week they give you a cake that say congrats on no longer being the virgin

Oh my god, I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! It’s new, it’s unique, me encanta tu imaginación, de verdad. I am also a virgin, 21 years and counting, jajaja, haven’t been in a relationship either so this is going to be fun to write. I hope I did your idea justice!

The 25 Year-Old “Virgin”

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Where Y/N spends her birthday with her family who still think she’s a virgin with Charles, the boyfriend who made her not a virgin anymore.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: sorry it took so long, I try to make the Spanish as neutral as possible but I am Mexican and Peruvian so there will always be nods to my cultures, I am sorry.

Y/N was sleeping and turned over to hug to Charles but his side of the bed was empty and there was only a bouquet of white and pink roses. This made Y/N sit up in bed and check her phone. It was 8am, she put on her house slippers, took the bouquet in her hand, and walked into the kitchen for something to eat and she saw balloons, more white and pink roses, and Charles making breakfast to some piano music. Charles turned around and saw his girlfriend.

“Mon ange, you’re awake! Happy birthday, beautiful.” Charles said, leaving his station to give Y/N a quick kiss before finishing his cooking.

“This is amazing, muñeco, when did you wake up to do all of this?” Y/N asked, sitting at the kitchen counter.

“6am, i tried really hard not to wake you.” Charles said, serving Y/N’s breakfast on a plate and placing it right in front of her. “Your parents called, they want to host your birthday party at their house.” Charles said and Y/N looked shocked. Y/N and her family moved from New York to Monaco when she was 18, Y/N started dating Charles last year, a little after she turned 24, so Charles doesn’t know how her parents and sisters get.

“Are you sure we can’t just have a small party here?” Y/N asked.

“Mon coeur, I have never met your parents in person, I’ve only talked to them on the phone, I would love to meet them, we’ve been dating for almost a year.” Charles said.

“I know but you don’t know what they’re like.” Y/N said, eating her breakfast. “I’m glad that dating me made you a better cook, this is so good.”

“Ha ha, i asked my mom for cooking lessons since we started dating. Your parents want us at their house at 3.” Charles said.

“Fine, you pick out my outfit while I shower and do my hair.” Y/N said,

“You’re not gonna do your makeup?” Charles asked.

“It would be better if I didn’t,” Y/N said, knowing one of her sisters would probably push her head into the cake, it happened last year.

Y/N got out of the shower with her bathrobe on and she saw the what Charles left on the bed.

“You love seeing me in this dress, don’t you?” Y/N asked, picking up the dress.

“It makes you look so innocent like an Angel, even though we both know that’s not true.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

“You and your innocence/corruption kink, it will ruin you, you know.” Y/N said, putting on a pair of panties and one of Charles’s shirts so she could do her hair and skincare routine.

“I think I’m the one that’s ruining you, Mon coeur,” Charles said.

“Yeah that, that right there is something you can’t say in front of my family. Are you wearing a suit?” Y/N asked.

“Of course I am, because we are going out of something goes wrong.” Charles said.

Y/N and Charles are outside her parents house, they knocked on the door and her mom opened.

“Ay, mi Lupita, how are you? Come in, come in, your sisters are picking up your cake.” Y/N’s mom, Hilda, said.

“Lupita?” Charles asked.

“I’ll explain later.” Y/N said. Charles and Y/N walked into the house to see her dad, José, setting up the table.

“Mija, there you are! Happy birthday, mi niña chiquita, never had to worry about boys in the house with this one growing up. So charles how are you?” Jose asked.

“I’ve been good, it’s nice to see you in person.” Charles said.

“Same here, son. Come to the kitchen, you need to eat.” Jose said and Charles turned to Y/N.

“Andrea is going to kill me.” Charles said before entering the kitchen where Hilda made him a plate of tacos dorados de papa, pollo a la brasa, jalea de mariscos (mixed fried seafood so like calamari, clams, fish, shrimp, crab), white rice, French fries. Charles left the kitchen and sat at the dining table next to Y/N. “I’m gonna have to do so much cardio to burn this off. Maybe you’ll help me with that.” Charles whispered the last part in Y/N’s ear.

“I Can’t with you. But I really want jalea so I’m just gonna steal this piece of calamari.” Y/N said, taking a fried calamari ring from Charles’s plate. “Delicious! I’m gonna make my plate.” Y/N said, getting up and thats when her sisters, Maria Luisa and Angelica entered the house with the cake.

“Hola todos! Tenemos el pastel.” María Luisa said, putting her keys on the hook and walking to the kitchen. “Lupe! So good to see you, hermanita. You look good, love the dress, very you.”

“Charles! Nice to finally meet you, I hope being with Y/N isn’t too boring, you know.” Angelica said and Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to charles.

“Don’t listen to them, muñeco.” Y/N said before entering the kitchen to make her own plate of food, sitting down next to Charles.

The little “party” was going well, Charles was getting along with José, there were no jokes at Y/N’s expense, it was all great until.

“Okay, time to cut the cake.” Hilda said, bringing out the cake to place it in front of Y/N with the candles lit on the dinner table.

The cake read “New Record: 25 Years of Virginity”. Y/N looked up at Charles and covered her face with her hands while Charles’s face turned Ferrari red and he scratched the back of his neck. María Luisa and Angelica stared at Y/N and then at Charles. The two girls laughed.

“No manches! Ay mami, pásame algo para quitar el frosting, ya no creo que esto aplica a ella.” Angélica told Hilda. No fucking way. Mom, pass me something to scrape the frosting off, I don’t think this applies to her anymore

“Angelica!” Y/N yelled. “Que oso, neta, mejor ustedes se quedan con el pastel, Charles y yo tenemos planes. Muñeco, Let’s go.” Y/N said, getting up how embarrassing, seriously, y’all can keep the cake, Charles and I have other plans.

“It was nice meeting all of you.” Charles said, before leaving with Y/N.

“Usan protección!” Marcia Luisa screamed out and Y/N flipped her off, causing her sisters to laugh and their parents hit them upside the head. Charles and Y/N walked to his car and Y/N turned on the radio.

“So…that’s why your mom called you Lupita?” Charles asked.

“Yep, the Virgin Mary, La virgencita de Guadalupe, Lupita. Ugh, I’m so sorry about that, my sisters are…well, they’re my sisters.” Y/N said.

“It’s fine, Mon coeur, at least they won’t tease you anymore.” Charles said.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. Can we still make it to our reservation?” Y/N asked.

“Yes we can, do you want cake for dessert? You can’t celebrate your birthday without cake.” Charles said,

“One slice should be good, let’s go.” Y/N said.

A week later, Y/N and Charles were sleeping, cuddled up together when they heard the doorbell ring.

“Mon coeur, get the door.” Charles moaned out.

“No way, muñeco, this is your apartment.” Y/N said, burying her face in his neck.

“Mon ange, I’m semi hard and I don’t think I should answer the door like this.” Charles said, the doorbell rang again.

“Alright, I’ll go.” Y/N said, kissing Charles’s neck.

“That’s not helping my situation.” Charles said.

“I know.” Y/N said, she got out of bed, put on her chanclas, and answered the door, her two sisters were holding a white box.

“Surprise!” They said. Y/N motioned for them to come in.

“Whats that?” Y/N asked.

“Well we felt bad about last week so we got you a new cake and some pan dulce.” Angelica said as María Luisa placed the box on the kitchen counter.

“Open the box, it’s your favorite flavor.” María Luisa said. Y/N hesitantly opened the box and when she saw the frosting she laughed.

“Se pasan, de verdad.” Y/N said. “But thank you. I’m sure Charles will get a kick out of this.”

“So…you lost your virginity to an F1 driver. I’m so jealous,” María Luisa said,

“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky, he was so gentle to me. Now get out.” Y/N said,

“You’re so mean to us.” Angelica said.

“Dude, you guys are late for work.” Y/N said, showing her sisters the time.

“Oh shit we are, see you later.” María Luisa said, pushing Angelica out the door and running down the stairs. Y/N closed the door and that’s when Charles entered the kitchen in boxers where she can see his semi hard on.

“Your sisters came over?” Charles asked.

“Yep, and with a new cake for us.” Y/N said, Charles walked to the counter and saw the cake, she laughed lightly.

“Well i am glad that I got to be the one to ‘pop your cherry’, I hate that expression, by the way.” Charles said. Y/N walked to Charles, having one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest while charles placed his hands on her waist.

“It doesn’t matter. By the way, we never got to have birthday sex and I believe you need some bell with your situation.” Y/N’s said, trailing her hand from his chest to the elastic of his boxers.

“I guess we should fix that with some morning sex, don’t you think?” Charles asked in a flirtatious manner,

“Oh absolutely.” Y/N replied and Charles carried her to the bedroom.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! It was very fun to write, not gonna lie. I also started watching Drive To Survive because if I don’t have F1 TV, I’m gonna keep myself entertained with something F1 related

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Dolcezza Extra II

Read Dolcezza here | ~2.4k words

From me: something sweet and sexy

Warnings: smut, oral, and nothing else except some fluffy bits

Summary: She's had a long day and Harry wants to make it better.

There was a knock on her door immediately followed by Harry’s key unlocking the door. Harry always knocked even though she assured him it wasn’t necessary. “Jus’ want you t’know s’me,” he shrugged when she told him. She glanced up from her desk to see Harry enter. “Hey Principessa,” he smiled tiredly. A double at the restaurant on a Saturday was brutal. But it was especially brutal during the holiday season when people flitted in and out between shopping for gifts and getting holiday dinners done with extended friends and family.

He looked exhausted.

She knew the feeling.

“Hi baby,” she smiled. Even if he was tired, he was still really pretty and lovely. She didn’t know he was going to come up after his shift. Sometimes after a double, he wanted to go home and shower. But today he seemed to be in need of some snuggles.

She was still working. Which made Harry a bit insane. On a Saturday night. She could see it in his eyes as he crossed the room. His exhaustion slowly replaced by worry for how much she was doing. What did she prioritize today that resulted in her being unable to do something she loved and had to catch up on work at a late hour? Did Emma have a math assignment she needed to look over? James and Ethan needed her help with cleaning? Or did her mom ask her for help booking a hotel for the family wedding in the coming month?

Harry hated his double shifts not only because he couldn’t see her, but because he couldn’t take her control (just a hair) so that she wouldn’t end up working at eleven at night on a Saturday. “Bad day?” She asked.

He rolled his eyes. He was tired, but it wasn’t a bad day. Honestly, he had fun at work. He and Niall worked well together so unless it was busy and understaffed, it never felt much like work. “No, kitten. M’annoyed you’re working.”

She dropped her gaze. “I like working,” she reminded him.

“Shouldn’t be working at eleven at night,” he reminded her.

“Well, I was going to read but then I was really into this plan I’ve created. I wanted to make sure I got it done before I lost my train of thought. The data I’m looking at has this really cool model and I was analyzing it, and it looked like it was trending down, but I think it’s actually trending up—” She stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink that Harry fell in love with. “Sorry, you’re tired.”

He smirked. “M’jus’ glad y’didn’t stress yourself doing stuff for your family.”

She looked at her lap. “Do you want me to be honest?” She sighed softly.

He sighed rubbing his hand over his face. “Principessa,” he tutted.

She frowned, fidgeting her fingers while Harry sat beside her. “They’re just so helpless Harry.”

“I know, kitten. But they’re all adults.”

“Barely,” she grumbled.

Harry sighed, pulling her into his lap and kissing the top of her head. He was glad all that had happened in this apartment didn’t deter her from living in it. Harry loved this apartment. Loved that it was right above him while he worked, that she was never too far away from him. “How much time do y’need?” He asked rubbing the back of his head. He didn't want to give her time. But he wanted her to be happy. Work did make her happy and he knew she would feel guilty if she didn't finish it and it would spiral into her worrying more anyway.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Twenty. I’ll take a shower. Then we can go t’bed, yeah?”

She nodded. “Sounds like a plan,” she pressed her hands on either side of his face and brought her mouth to his. “You made garlic bread and didn’t bring me any,” she frowned licking her lower lip.

He snorted. “Niall told me t’leave,” he shook his head. “He’ll bring some up when he’s done cleaning up.”

She smiled delightedly. “I have the best life,” she sighed dreamily, falling back into her swivel chair dramatically. Harry kissed her forehead.

“Don’t work too hard, Principessa.”

*

Harry enjoyed the warmth of the shower and felt a little more like himself when he returned to her in the living room. Her eyes still focused on her screen; the pinch of her brow puckered in complete concentration. “Um...any chance you’d be okay with like ten more minutes of me working? Emma called me because...well, I don’t want to bug you with the details, but she needed my help and—”

Harry knew whatever it was, she was putty to her younger sister’s request. She was too sweet, his pretty princess. “S’fine, but m’gonna help,” he turned her desk chair, so she spun to face him. She frowned.

“Hey, I was—”

He ignored her protest and lifted her from the chair to the desk lifting underneath her thighs. Harry was glad she was wearing her sleep shorts. The ones with an impractical slit on either side of her hips. A T-shirt that didn’t match swam around her frame. One that she bought because it was easily three sizes too big.

“Harry,” she tried again, steadying herself with hands on his arms as he gently pushed her laptop away from her reach followed by the notebook and pen she used to jot down her notes and to-do list. “I was—”

Harry watched her eyes and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, through the leg opening, and pressed his fingers right past her underwear, between her folds, and directly onto her clit. Cutting her off with a gasp. “You were what?” He asked softly. Even if she wanted to talk she couldn’t. “M’jus’ going t’take care of you, Principessa. Y’do too much for everyone else. S’only fair.” Her heart rate was flying, and it mirrored the rapid fluttering of her eyelashes as Harry searched gently between the soft sensitive skin between her thighs. “S’that okay?” He asked.

She nodded breathlessly.

“Good,” he sighed. “Love t’take care of you,” he murmured and knelt down so his head was between her thighs. “Y’okay, kitten?”

She nodded again. “Please,” she whispered shyly.

“Aw, y’don’t have t’beg, Principessa. I’ll give y’anything y’want,” he winked, tugged the fabric that was in his way from between her thighs, and then pressed his mouth to her center. She gasped leaning forward, threading her fingers through his hair for balance. His locks were still damp from his shower, and she knew she would mess up the curls and flow from messing with it before it was dried. She hoped she could blame it on bed head.

She supposed in some ways it was bed head.

She moaned quietly as his mouth devoured her. Suckling and licking at her just the way she liked. Harry loved to be between her thighs. It was a regular part of their foreplay, and it never ceased to amaze her how deliriously good it felt. His lips and tongue were sinful. The man was so sweet looking and downright boyish with his cheeky sweet grin. For fucks sake he called her a princess in another language. “Y’can moan louder, baby. Y’know it’s soundproof,” he murmured kissing her thigh as he spoke to her before he wrapped his lips around her clit.

Just like that. Her sweet boyfriend was anything but sweet when he said stuff like that. When he swirled and lapped at her clit the way he was. It was dizzying.

She whined pulling on his hair to press him harder against her core. He moaned against her as she did. The vibration caused her body to react instinctively. Her thighs tightened around his head, and he moaned again. “That’s good, Principessa,” his voice was practically thoughtful. “So good, kitten. S’that feel good?”

She nodded. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered the repeated word as if it was all the same syllable.

“You’re so good, Principessa. Jus’ want t’make y’feel good,” he nipped at her inner thighs while he spoke his breath cooling off her wet skin. She was simply soaked between her arousal and Harry’s mouth. “All jealous ‘bout garlic bread," he teased, shaking his head. "Y’taste better than anything we make,” he mumbled and traced his tongue down her slit then back up, running a tantalizing circle around her clit again. Her eyes actually rolled back in her head. She thought that was only in books and for dramatic show in movies. She didn’t know Harry could really make her eyes look for the back of her brain. He sucked hard on her clit making an obscene slurping noise that would have embarrassed her if her place wasn’t soundproofed to near silence. Although she thought the moan she released could have broken the barrier. “Y’make such sexy noises, kitten,” he groaned and continued to torture her with pleasure.

“Harry,” she gasped.

“What Principessa? Y’close? Y’want me t’make y’come?” She nodded shamelessly; wanting it so bad she thought she would cry if he denied her (as if he could ever dream of denying her anything). “M’jus’ going t’touch—”

She cried out as he pressed his finger into her. His lips wrapped around her clit while his tongue continued circling around the sensitive nub. He rubbed his finger against her walls, once more feeling around expertly, the way she liked that made her toes curl.

The smug son of a bitch smiled against her as she clenched lightly around him. “That’s it, Principessa. Want you t’come all over me,” he moved his finger in and out at a faster pace timing it with his licks so that she was nearly worried she was going to pass out from pleasure.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she whimpered, and Harry groaned right against her.

“Keep going, baby,” he hummed fingering her and licking her like it was the only thing he planned on doing. “There it is, good kitten,” he praised which only made her melt into a puddle.

Her orgasm seemed to last way longer than she thought possible. Her thighs kept squeezing around him after it officially stopped. Like she was trying to hold onto the final waves of pleasure. “Do y’want another?” He inquired thoughtfully once more.

Another orgasm, especially of that caliber, would definitely make her pass out.

“No thank you,” she whispered.

He chuckled and kissed the inside of her thigh. He pulled her clothing back into the correct position and he sat in her office chair before he pulled her into his lap. She could feel how hard he was through the shorts he was wearing as she fell into his hold. He kissed her neck, wrapping one arm securely around her waist. The other hand found her inner thigh, slightly sticky with sweat, arousal, and Harry’s saliva. It was hot and messy, but Harry didn’t seem to care. Probably because he was responsible for the mess. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs again, against his hand. “Y’sure, Principessa? M’happy t’make y’come again,” he offered kissing her cheek. “Y’seem a little turned on still?”

“Just... it felt really good. It’s,” she blushed and smiled at him shyly. “It’s lasting a while,” she mumbled and tucked her face into his neck.

His quiet laugh shook through his chest and her in his embrace. “You’re so pretty,” he murmured. “Especially when y’come.” She shook her head against him, but her thighs betrayed her again. “Let’s go t’bed, Principessa.”

She perked up a bit. Her eyebrows knitting together to meet in the middle of her eyes. “I think it’s your turn—”

“Oh no,” he shook his head. “Some other time. That was purely for you,” he stood, holding her legs around his waist. She blushed, giggled softly.

“Harry, you had such a long day. It’s hardly fair.”

“Not 'bout being fair. Plus going down on you s’by far one of m’favorite things t’do," he shrugged one shoulder.

Her cheeks still felt warm. “You’re pretty good at it,” she nodded in agreement.

Harry chuckled. “Cute.”

He walked to her bedroom, setting her on the bed. “I really needed to finish a few things—”

“It can wait ‘till the morning.”

She sighed. He was right. Harry was good at making sure she was doing more for herself. Although that usually entailed him doing stuff for her. Which didn’t seem like a good trade. Harry opened her main door briefly. He returned to the bedroom holding out the garlic bread immediately to her lips. With his free hand he cupped it below her jaw to catch any crumbs that didn't make it into her mouth.

“I really do have the best life,” she sighed, crunching on the bread. He smirked.

“Do y'want more?”

She shook her head. “I love you,” she sighed dreamily.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

Harry put the garlic bread in her kitchen, turned off all the lights, and came back to her bedroom. “Let me brush my teeth. Garlic isn’t pretty.”

“It doesn’t bother me,” he assured her, cupped her face and kissed her as passionately as he could. Like it was their first kiss. Or the one they shared the first time they had sex. The kind of kiss she imagined would greet them on their wedding day, whenever that would be. He pulled away briefly, pecked her more softly, then kissed her forehead. “Delicious,” he promised, licking his lips cutely.

Harry went to the other side of the bed and pulled her to his body as soon as he was settled. His arms wrapped tightly around her, his lips on the back of her head, kissing her hair. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do something for you?”

“M’always turned on by you, Principessa. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Jus’ taking care of you.”

“But you had a long day.”

He shrugged. “M’feeling fine. Don’t worry ‘bout me, kitten. I promise.”

“I worry about—”

“I know,” he chuckled, squeezing her closer somehow. His body wrapped around hers like vine. “Go t’sleep, Principessa. Y’can go back t’being an angel tomorrow and taking care of everyone under the sun,” he sighed.

She shook with silent laughter. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, kitten. I get jus’ as much pleasure out of that as you.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

“If y’let me do it again, I’d definitely come,” he shrugged one shoulder and he kissed the back of her head then tucked his face into the crook of her neck. “I love you,” he reminded her.

“I love you,” she sighed.

“Sleep tight, Principessa.”

For a few moments there was no noise except their quiet breathing. “Harry?”

“Hmm?” She squirmed awkwardly. “Do you want another orgasm, now?”  She shook her head. “More garlic bread?” A swift nod. He chuckled untangling himself from her. “One minute, m’love.”

“God, I am the luckiest girl in the world.”

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LOVE LETTERS - ETHAN LANDRY 💌

Small love letters Ethan would give you during your 3 years of dating in high school!

Content includes: fluff! Cuteness idk!! Small argument :(

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Dear Y/n,

Hi :) you did really well on your project today. I hope you get the grade you want! You look beautiful. Yours, Ethan Landry <3

Dear Y/n,

Hi :) I missed you in 5th period today. Hope you feel better soon! I like your sweater by the way :)) Yours, Ethan Landry <3

To my dear Y/n

You looked so beautiful today, I wish I could see you more throughout the day. I can’t wait to see you later <3 have an amazing day :) - Ethan <3

Dear Y/n!

Today I got an A on my final! I know I was stressing you out since I was freaking out!! Thank you for dealing with me!! I love you, have a good day ;) <3 Yours, Ethan <333

Dear Y/n

I know you’ve been feeling down but I just wanted to say I love you. I can’t wait to see you at lunch. You look pretty like always, hope you feel better soon. Yours, Eth <3

Dear Y/n!

My mom said you can come over for dinner tonight! Don’t get nervous I already know my family is gonna love you. Quinn is practically already in love with you so don’t worry about her. Yours, Ethan Landry <3

Dear Y/n <3

My parents literally adored you. They keep asking when you’re gonna come back. My moms already planning on inviting you to Christmas. Have a great day! I love u and adore u sm! Yours, Ethan :)

Dear Y/n!!!

When you walked into the classroom I was like “What the fuck?!!” You look more than beautiful, I love you and your style so much. You look so good. Style me next lol. From your amazing boyfriend, Ethan Landry <33

Dear Y/n!!!

Meet me at the library after school today? I have a surprise for you! Bring yourself and that’s it! Love you so so much! - Ethan! <3

Dear Y/n

I hope you liked your surprise from yesterday! I can’t wait to see what dress you wear to the prom. I already know you’re gonna look beautiful. Your baby, Eth <3

Dear Y/n <3

I had so much fun at prom with you. I can't stop thinking about you and that beautiful dress of yours. You’re taking over my brain but I’m not complaining. From your cutie of a boyfriend, Ethan Landry!!!

Dear Y/n!!!

I’m so hungry, text me so we can figure out what to get for lunch. Legitimately starving, I could eat you up ;) jk…but also not jk? ANYWAYS! lmk :) - Ethan!! <3

Dear Y/n

I know you’re upset at me. I’m sorry. You know that I will always support you in whatever you do. I was just scared to be away from you and I hope you know I love you and will support all of your decisions. Yours, Ethan Landry <3

Dear Y/n!

I can’t believe you’re leaving me for a whole week. I might just die without you. I hope you have the most fun on your trip! Hopefully, London is as beautiful as you are! (Which is impossible) - Your sad boyfriend, Ethan Landry <3

Dear Y/n

Oh my god, I missed your face so much. Thank you for bringing me all those snacks! I loved getting to see you this weekend. So glad to have you back I was so touch starved - Ethan! <33333

Dear Y/n:

Our last week of high school!!! I can’t wait to move into our apartment soon. You know I love you!! Get to packing! Yours, Eth <3

My dear Y/n

For the last 3 years, I have been writing you letters and giving them to you in between passing periods. Im gonna miss this a lot. But I’m glad that we’re getting to grow together. I'm so thankful for you and all your support. I can’t wait to walk up on that stage and look for you in the crowd. I love you so so much. Maybe when we get settled into our apartment I can write you notes on the fridge with magnets or something. Yours, Ethan Landry <3

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Dawn: So, how did your coffee date go? Phoenix: [rolls his eyes] You don’t have to keep calling it a date. Dawn: Why? It’s fun watching you squirm.

Phoenix: If you’re jealous, you can just say so. Dawn: Stop it, I’m not. Phoenix: But it’s fun watching you squirm. Dawn: Aha

Dawn: Seriously though, how was it? Phoenix: It was fine. Good to clear the air, but I’m kind of glad it’s over. Glad to be here with you. Dawn: Aw, me too.

Phoenix: How are you doing, by the way? I kind of dropped a bomb on you the other day. Dawn: Yeah, you did. [laughs] I’m good though. Thank you for telling me. It means a lot that you trust me. Phoenix: You can trust me too, you know. Dawn: I know, and I do. Phoenix: Okay, good.

Dawn: I think the hardest part, honestly, is not being able to talk to Atlas. He’s the person I tell everything to, and it feels weird keeping it from him. I’m not going to say anything, and I’m not complaining. I guess I’m just saying that I hope one day you feel like you can tell him too.

Phoenix: Maybe. I’ve wondered if it would be best to tell him and Kiyoshi since we’re all going to be on that mountain together. And I know Kiyoshi has been questioning Aurelio about it. I don’t know. I’ll think about it. Dawn: Okay.

Phoenix: So, what do you usually do for the holidays? I know you don’t speak to your parents (which you still haven’t told me anything about), but do you have any other family that you see or talk to? Dawn: [pauses thoughtfully] No. Phoenix: [shakes his head] Right, my fault for asking a yes-or-no question.

Dawn: Alright. So, leaving was not as easy as just moving out and not talking to my parents. We didn’t just leave them; we left our church too. Turning our backs on that meant losing the family and community that comes with it.

Phoenix: Hm. That sounds very… cult-y. Dawn: [laughs] No, it’s not ‘cult-y’. They’re religious, yes, but it’s not that extreme. Phoenix: Well, as someone who’s literally never stepped foot inside a church, they all feel a bit cult-y to me.

Dawn: Fair enough, but no. Anyway. Phoenix: Anyway.

Dawn: Holidays feel a bit weird, especially just being me and Atlas, so we don’t really do much celebrate. We cook food and watch movies, and maybe go see pretty lights or something. That’s about it. Maybe one day when I have my own family, I’ll enjoy them more again.

Phoenix: Is that something you want? Like, marriage and kids? Dawn: One day, yeah. I’m not in any rush or anything. Though the kids part might be complicated. Phoenix: How so?

Dawn: Well, there’s a slim-to-none chance I’d be able to get pregnant or carry a baby to term on my own. I have a fertility issue that I inherited from my mother. She calls us her “miracle babies” because she wasn’t supposed to be able to have kids, but then she ended up with twins. I suspect they had us through IVF, and they just lie to everyone about it.

Phoenix: Why would they lie? Dawn: Because it’s what they do. Um, anyway, sorry. Didn’t mean to launch into all that. [takes a breath and a sip of wine]

Dawn: So, now I’m curious what you think. Do you want kids? Phoenix: Not any time soon, but I’d be open to having one or two someday. Dawn: Hm. I think you’d be a good dad. Phoenix: I don’t know about that, considering I never had one. Dawn: You had a great mom though. Phoenix: True.

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (11/22/2024) Episode: Orientation Blues

Despite having his close friends with him, Skye’s first visit to the high school was definitely not drama free.

“Why did I drink all that soda with lunch!?” Skye moaned, exited the  auditorium with his parents and classmates. “Now everyone is going to remember me as the kid who burped so loud in orientation it interrupted the principal's welcome speech. They’ll come up with some awful nickname for me, like Burpface, and I’ll be the butt of all the jokes. My life is OVER!”

“I don’t think it was that bad” Greyson said. “Yeah, and we’ll hang out with you no matter what” Peter agreed. “Thanks guys” Skye smiled sadly, unconvinced but appreciative that his friends were trying to help.

“You know…” Luigi told him once they’d said their goodbyes “we haven’t taken you school shopping yet.”

“If you change up your look, get some new clothes and a new pair of glasses, I bet no one will even recognize you. It’s not like you met many new sims in person today anyway since we sat with Don, Denton, Amaya and the kids. What do you think son – interested in a little retail reinvention?”

Skye nodded energetically “That sounds great! No one will laugh or call me burpface if they don’t realize I was the one who did  it! Thanks dad.”

“My pleasure” his father smiled broadly “I have work tonight but I’m off tomorrow. We’ll start bright and early, so we don’t have to rush.”

Noemi snuggled in close to her spouse as Skye rushed ahead towards the teleporter that would take them back to the island “Well that certainly seemed to lighten up our boy's bad mood – good job you!”

Skye’s mood skyrocketed that evening when he got a text from Elyse “So BORED 💀!” it said “Come hang? New TV in my room, Simflix and Chill?”

“Sure!” he texted back, his pulse suddenly racing “I’ll be right over”

Stashing his phone in his inventory Skye ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth “ugh, if only we’d done our shopping trip TODAY!” he said to his reflection “then I could show Elyse my cool new look. I guess this will have to do.”

Finding Noemi out back practicing the barrels with Roach he called out “I’m going to Elyse’s, we’re going to watch a movie, bye!!” barely giving her time to shout out “have fun” before he was speed walking towards the boardwalk.

“Watch Out!” Skye screamed, covering his eyes just before the chainsaw welding main character of Moonlight Massacre 3 claimed their last victim.

As the credits rolled Elyse turned towards him, laughing “you are such a scaredy cat!”

“Well excuse me for not enjoying 2 hours worth of jump scares and death.” Skye shot back, his heart still pounding and not in a good way.

Seeing she’d hit a nerve Elyse backed down and changed the subject “Sorry. No more horror movies, I promise. Now tell me, how was orientation?”

“Terrible” he replied morosely “I embarrassed myself by burping right in the middle of the principal’s speech. I really don’t want that to be my main recognizable moment around school, so mom and dad are going to take me to pick out a whole new look tomorrow.

“Hey” Elyse replied “WE should go shopping together instead! I’m sure your parents won’t mind. Then I can help you pick out some really cool new outfits. You’re always telling me how much you like my style after all.” She blushed, suddenly unsure of herself… unless you’re just humoring me.

Skye did love Elyse’s sleek dark goth ensembles, but he also had one important question “I can wear SOME stuff that isn’t black, right?”

“I think we can find you something cool with blue highlights” she grinned “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“OK… I’m in!” Skye smiled back at her, suddenly excited “I’ll talk to my folks and then text you to figure out a time. This is going to be great!”

“Glad I could make my lil’ blue teddy a little less blue” she giggled evilly, dredging up the nickname she’d used for him when they were toddlers.

“Oh Grim Elyse, you can’t spread that nickname around! It’s almost as bad as Burpface!” he groaned. Her teasing devolved into a tickle fight between the two friends, and while a good teenage ticklefight has no real losers, she eventually agreed to keep his childhood nickname their little secret.

When she finally caught her breath, Elyse had another proposal. Mom promised she’d make her famous taco casserole tonight and I’m starving. You want to stay for dinner?” “Sure” Skye smiled “You know I love your mom's casserole.” Skye’s sadness from earlier in the day was forgotten as he trailed her out of the bedroom. His best friend sure knew how to turn his bad day around.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[sensitiveheartless]

different from the fanfic writer ask thing, but I just wanted to thank you for always always always being such a friendly and positive ray of sunshine in the fandom! BSD fandom is generally a hostile place to be, but your tumblr is and always has been such a chill place to be! It’s always so fun to see your fic ideas and fanart, and it’s always a relief to be able to interact with you, knowing you’re not going to overreact and lash out unexpectedly! Thanks for being such a bright, safe spot that makes this fandom worth staying in and interacting with!

Anon I will CRY, don’t tempt me — but seriously, I’m really glad I’ve been able to be that for you!

I think I’ve been pretty lucky, to be honest — I might have grown up with too much unsupervised internet access, but one thing that my mom did hammer into my head at a young age was to never ever share anything personal about myself with anyone online. Which my child brain interpreted as “never talk to anyone ever or they will find out where you live”, so I then proceeded to avoid making any social media accounts, and in general tried to never interact with anything online at all up until I was in college.

…Anyway, as a result of that, my default state is not interacting with things, which makes it pretty easy to ignore random internet squabbles or people trying to be inflammatory. (Also I don’t go in the main tags for bsd so I just see things through the blogs I follow, none of which are particularly drama-prone, so I’ve overall had a pretty positive experience in this fandom, considering it’s the first one I’ve ever interacted with. I think in general that kind of curation makes for a much more chill experience, so I do recommend that.)

But yeah! I will never lash out at someone for saying hi, or just interacting with me in general, and I fully intend to keep this a chill blog where I just share the stuff I’m working on :D I am here because I like making things and I like talking with people about the blorbos!

Ah, also, a somewhat related guarantee: on the rare occasions I’ve gotten bad faith hate mail on here, I have ignored it and gone to draw something that makes me happy instead of responding. I will continue to utilize that strategy, and that is a promise. Y’all don’t need to see that kind of negativity, and it’s a waste of energy to respond, so I don’t.

(This also seems like a good time to say that I am dearly sorry if I’ve ever blocked a real person while mistaking them for a bot, it’s just genuinely hard to tell sometimes alskdjfj)

[luke-shywalker]

there are little moments

“Hold still,” she said, and Ben complied as his wife carefully adhered the new bacta patch over his eye. He flinched as her fingers gently pressed down to seal the sides.

“Why don’t you use your Jedi magic to just give me a new eye?” he asked dryly.

“That’s not how the Force works,” Fannie replied. She turned and went to dispose of the old patch, her lekku swaying behind her.

Ben groaned and massaged his right browbone. He couldn’t use his right eye to see—not yet, anyway—but it still moved in tandem with his left, and smarted whenever it did.

“Funny,” he remarked. “Anyone who sees me is gonna think I had some kinda heroic encounter against the First Order. When really, my eye just decided to stop working. Like…for fun, or something.”

“I’m glad we got it taken care of,” said Fannie. “You need your vision. You’re one of the best pilots in the Resistance.”

“One of ‘em. Mom seems to like Poe Dameron better.”

“Oh, hush.”

“At least this didn’t happen to you,” Ben said. “One of Skywalker’s Jedi. Though, you’d probably be able to use the Force to see, right?”

“Well, it’s not unheard of, but Force vision is not completely the same as natural vision,” said Fannie as she made her way to the kitchenette and pulled a canister of rice from the lower compartment. “You really don’t know how the Force works.”

“Sorry,” Ben shrugged. “Jedi school dropout over here.”

“I’m sure Luke much preferred training your sister,” Fannie teased. She began setting a pot of water to boil.

Ben shrugged again. Rey had confided in him recently that, without Luke to guide her, she had been struggling with the seductive pull of the dark…just like he had. But, that wasn’t for him to share.

“I can help make dinner,” he said, changing the subject and getting up from the foldout bed.

“Oh, no you don’t,” said Fannie. “Sit back down.”

“C’mon, Fan. I haven’t been able to do anything for like, two days. For the Resistance, or for you. I feel bad.”

“You took care of me after the Battle of Takodana. Call us even.”

A sudden ache behind his eye made Ben start to feel nauseous at the thought of food anyway, so he sat back down with a huff. “Fine.”

“We’re nearly out of protein rations,” Fannie noted. “We’ll have to get more soon.”

“Let’s just run out. I hate that stuff.”

Fannie flashed him a small, bittersweet smile. “Welcome to wartime, Ben Solo.”

“I’m sick of living through major historical events,” Ben said. “Though—I probably wouldn’t have ever proposed, if the war hadn’t happened.”

“Hm. So that’s what it finally took.”

“Aw, Fan. Don’t be like that. I just mean…life seemed to get way more real all of a sudden. And everything seemed to be moving way faster. Especially after Hosnian Prime was destroyed. I just…y’know…realized there wasn’t a whole lot of time left.”

“Well, I hope there’s some time left,” said Fannie. “I hope we get to see our children, someday.”

Ben squinted. “You have so been talking with my mom, haven’t you.”

Fannie smiled, placing the protein strips in the pot with the rice. “Your dad, actually.”

“Oh.” Ben scratched the back of his neck. “Well. Let’s work on making the galaxy somewhere we want our kids to be, first.”

“Yes,” Fannie agreed. She covered the boiling pot with its lid, then turned to look at him, leaning on the counter thoughtfully. “Is this what you thought it would be like, Ben?”

“What what would be like?”

“Being married.”

“Oh, well.” Ben shrugged. “I dunno. I never really thought about it much. I just like being with you, and I think we make a damn good team. And we do—at least—I sure think so. D’you think so?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“But…you used to think about it a lot, huh?” A teasing look crept onto his face. “Yeah, you always wanted the cute little house and the white duraplast fence and the two-point-five children—”

“Oh, stop it,” she said, waving a spoon at him. “But…yes, I did want that. The beginnings of a war would not normally be my ideal timeframe for a honeymoon—”

“—but we made it work.”

“Yes, we made it work.” She paused, thoughtfully.

“Well, I suppose it’s not at all like I imagined,” she said at last. “But, then…there are little moments, rather like this one, where it’s exactly as I’d hoped. Where we eat dinner together—”

“If you can call it that—”

“—and we talk about having kids—”

“—someday waaaay down the line—”

“—and reminisce about our life together so far, and I nurse my ailing husband back to health—”

“—not because something cool happened to him, but because his eye randomly stopped working…”

Fannie sighed, exasperated. “You just can’t let me speak, can you, Ben?”

Ben grinned from where he sat on the foldout bed—that roguish lopsided smirk he’d inherited from his father. “Hey, it’s my eye that’s busted, lady. Not my mouth.”

She rolled her eyes, but he was too difficult to stay mad at when he looked like that.

Even with the silly-looking eyepatch.

She smiled good-naturedly. “Well, I’ll soon fix that,” she said, and came over to give him a kiss.

[sadisticyouko]

Hey lovely! I love your writing!! I kept wondering what it would be like to go to an amusement park with kurama! (is he a rollercoaster person, someone who's vibing, or is he getting dragged lol). I've been going to disney a lot during last semester after school to refuel and I think it's so cute seeing couples going on carousels and the teacup ride together! SORRY IT GOT LENGTHY 😭 THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME YOU'RE DOING GREAT 💖💖💖

☆ NOTE. ahhh thank you for sending in a request ! going to Disney sounds like so much fun, I’m glad you’ve been having a good time ! x3

I made a banner btw because I just cannot resist ! I did this headcanon style too, hope u don’t mind ! ♡

☆ WARNING. none ! mostly just some fun fluff <3

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 to amusement parks, Kurama’s the perfect person to go with ! He’s not afraid of roller coasters, is flexible with setting the pace or following your lead, and he always knows when you’re ready for a break or for something more exciting !

༄ never really cared for amusement parks as a kid. took a while before he warmed up to them. after all, what would a hundred year old fox need with a faux adrenaline stimulant ?

༄ started enjoying them more once he got closer to his mom, and eventually really started enjoying them once he got to know you

༄ his favorite part about going is just watching you. the way your face lights up when you see something new, the way your nose crinkles when a ride looks too scary, the way you squeeze his hand a little tighter when you’re about to suggest another ride or something delicious to eat

༄ if he had to pick a favorite, it’d probably be the ferris wheel. it’s a quiet time alone just for the two of you. you can relax your tired feet and take in a great view of the park. at the very top, Kurama can’t help but place his tender fingers under your chin, pulling your face in closer for a soft and intimate kiss.

༄ if the ride gets stuck, you better brace yourself for an intense makeout session. he doesn’t mind getting you all hot and bothered while it’s just the two of you up in the sky. teasing you is part of the fun anyway, and he doesn’t mind if you have to walk the whole park with a prominent hickey on display.

༄ the amusement park is just another place where Kurama can prove he’s the perfect partner. loves holding your hand as you two make your way through the crowd. will carry your water bottle and any stuffed toys he wins for you at the arcade. if you two stay late enough, he’s definitely pulling his jacket off and adjusting it onto your shoulders, keeping you warm as your eyes fix on the nighttime lights and fireworks, all while he’s mesmerized by your expression

༄ even if the park is super packed, he makes it feel like it’s just the two of you. he’s great at reading your energy level and always makes your needs a priority. he also takes countless pictures of you two together, and you definitely catch him setting it to his phone background !

༄ yeah, he never thought he’d be the kind of the person to enjoy silly games and rides, but he quickly determines that any time or second (no matter how small) he gets to spend with you is time well spent. he’s already trying to plan out the next time you two will get to go, and how far he’ll be able to take his teasing if you let him ♡

☆ NOTE. thanks again for requesting ! I really wanna go to Disney now 😂

[nightfalltales]

i miss you

parings: yukichi fukuzawa x gn reader

cw: none, just fluff

summary: you got back in yokohama after a business trip. let's see how much the ada members misses you along with the president aka your boyfriend, fukuzawa !!

word count: 1.2k+

author’s note: bro i hate life sm bc it’s going downhill but i’m here at least writing about my fav underrated character from bsd

imagine you were gone in the agency

not like gone GONE jeez, like you had to take a business trip for a few weeks and now you’re back in yokohama, heading to the agency to let everyone know

during the business trip, you have felt nothing but stress building up, but now that you’re back, the weight on your shoulders has been lifted back and seeing your coworkers would make your day better

when you opened the door and entered, you were greeted by kunikida

“y/n, good morning. glad you’re back.” he grinned.

“thank you, kunikida. glad i came back after a nightmare.” you greeted back.

“OH MY GOD, Y/N’S BACK!” you hear dazai rushing towards you.

“DAZAI, QUIT RUNNING LIKE A GODDAMN MANIAC!” kunikida yelled as he held dazai back.

“HAH? CAN I NOT GREET OUR BELOVED COWORKER, MOM?!”

“SHUT UP, I’M NOT YOUR MOM!”

“YOU’RE THE AGENCY’S MOM, THAT’S FOR SURE! LEMME GO AND HUG Y/N!”

“you see what i have to deal with, y/n..?” kunkida groaned.

you giggled as the three of you made your way to the office, dazai hugging squeezing you along the way and kept asking you questions

“y/n, did you have fun?”

“y/n, did you miss us?”

“y/n, do you have any-”

“dazai, stop asking y/n questions. they just got back.” kunikida says as he sat on his chair to begin his work.

“hmph!” dazai pouted and crossed his arms.

so anyways LMAO

you were greeted by everyone else in the office

yosano hugged you once she saw you bro i would do anything to hug her too

“welcome back, y/n.” yosano smiled.

“haha, i miss you, yosano.” you smiled and returned the hug.

“i miss you too. everyone does.”

kenji & kyoka asked how’s the business trip and you responded honestly

“really? that’s how it went?” kenji asked.

“sadly, but glad i’m back.” you shrugged.

“you’re lucky you got back early, everyone misses you..” kyoka said as she and kenji approached you to give you hugs.

“awww, i miss you guys too.” you hugged them back.

ranpo greeted you and asked if you brought any snacks, which you did since, you know, you care about your coworkers

“yay! more snacks!” ranpo said as he crammed his lips with the food you brought to the agency.

“pff, careful ranpo!” you chuckled.

“mhm!” he hummed as he patted your head.

jun’ichiro and naomi also greeted you

“ohh, we missed you y/n!” naomi hugged you firmly.

“naomi, you’re suffocating them!” jun’ichiro warned her.

“it’s okay, jun’ichiro.” you said as you beckoned him to join the hug too and he did.

atsushi was happy to see you and greeted you with a power hug, causing you to both fall down

“ATSUSHI!” kunikida shouted.

“sorry, i just miss y/n!” atsushi said as he hugged you tighter.

“i miss you too, atsushi!” you hugged back.

seeing everyone being happy that you’re back also made you happy

but you wonder.. where’s the president?

ever since you went on a business trip, you both missed each other. seeing his face after you left, your heart sank

like dude was pouting, wanting for you to be back as soon as you can :(

matter of fact, he didn’t want you to leave. you remembered his arm reaching onto yours since no members were on any of your sights. he pulled you onto his arms and hugged you, asking if you’re ever going to be okay with leaving for a business trip

you answered that you’ll be fine and will be gone for a few weeks, also promising to keep him updated with anything related to work and how much you’ll miss him

that brought a smile on his face and he wished you good luck once you both heard your number for your flight

you did keep him updated, by texting and calling him every night. if you didn’t, this dude would be disappointed that you didn’t update any information to him and it’ll be sad :((

unless if it’s a really shitty busy workload and didn’t have time to update him but let him know about it, then that’s fine, just know that he’ll miss you

and now that you’re back, you want to see him as much as he want to see you

you suddenly hear the footsteps of a familiar clerk that brought you back to reality

“ah, y/n!” you heard kirako called you.

“hey kirako! what up?” you asked.

“one, welcome back to the agency. we’re glad you’re back from your business trip. two, the president requested to see you.”

hearing that he wanted to see you brightened your mood even more

“thank you, kirako!” you answered as you made your way to his office.

you felt your heartbeat quicken with each stop you take. you could probably guess his expression once he heard that you’re back

you could imagine his eyes softening and calling one of his clerks to come get you, wanting to see you alone in his office

ok listen, even though everyone is aware of your relationship with the president, if he walked out and called you into his office, it will likely be embarrassing for him. he wants to keep it quiet between you two and you get him since he’s a quiet man that keeps his personal life confidential

once you arrived to his office, you knocked on the door

“you may enter.” you heard him.

you opened the door and entered his office

he looked up from his work in front of him and you swore, seeing him really made you wanna tear up since you missed him

and it’s true, his eyes did soften once he see you in front of him

“president..” you said as you felt your heart began to race even more.

he stood up and made his way to you. you also made your way to him

“y/n.. you’re back.” he said as he pulled you in his arms once again. you felt like you reached heaven once you felt his touch.

“yeah. i’m back..” your entire sense of stress vanished as you returned the hug.

“i miss you.”

“i miss you too, yukichi..”

after a while, you both let go of the embrace

but he wasn't quite ready to let you go yet

he cupped your face with his hands and immediately kissed you, reminding you of how much he missed you

you kissed him back and you encircled his neck with your arms while he encircled your waist with his

this was the moment you’ve been waiting for, finally coming back to your beloved lover after what it felt like a very long time since you last seen each other in person a few weeks ago

feeling his lips on yours and his hands on your waist wants to make you melt onto him

you both let go after what felt like a few moments and noticed his endearing smile

he put his head on your shoulder, making you snicker as he was ashamed to smile at you

“pfff it’s okay, yukichi. i love seeing your smile.” you giggled as you patted his back.

“mm..” he sighed as he nuzzled on your shoulder. “welcome back, y/n..”

the agency celebrates your return for the entire day

the president joined you all for a bowl of hotpot, eating alongside you and simply being there

what a great day to be back to be missed by everyone and especially him <3

[kooriicolada]

Epic

This is Kinda Dumb

MadaTobi reincarnation soulmates AU that nobody asked for.

It turns out that having the entirety of a former life shoved into your brain in the matter of seconds hurts like a bitch, Tobirama thinks.  (And no, he will not feel guilty for cursing in his own mind.  Nii-san can't hear him.)

He presses the ice pack harder against his aching head and eyes.  It's bad enough that his eyes are light sensitive on a normal day, and now with the raging migraine it's even worse.  Everything looks like a high saturation filter has been put over it alongside occasional rainbows.

"Here," a rough voice says.  It shoves something into his free hand and forces his fingers to close around it.  "My mom says that sugar and caffeine help with bad headaches.  They didn't have any soda so I got you a candy bar."

Uchiha Madara is three years older than Tobirama, making him the amazing age of thirteen to Tobirama's ten.  He is also one of the new kids in school.

Hashirama had wanted Tobirama to meet his new friend who just moved in and now he was in the nurse's office.  Of course.  Nii-san was the root of most of his problems.

In this life, and, apparently, his last.

"Thanks," he says.  "Can you talk quieter?"

"Oh," Madara says and Tobirama can hear him rustling around.  "Yeah.  Sorry."

The silence between them is awkward.  Tobirama leaves the ice pack lying on his face and fumbles open the candy bar.  The chocolate is oversweet on his tongue and he's not sure it helps but… it does make him feel a bit better anyway.

Madara clears his throat and Tobirama can hear him rustling around again.  Tobirama realizes that he's fidgeting.  "So…."

"I hate you," Tobirama says.

Madara sucks in a breath and in the smallest voice Tobirama has ever heard, says, "Okay."

Tobirama flaps his candy bar at him.  "Stop.  I mean I hate you for not getting a headache."

The laugh he gets is worth it, and Tobirama smiles under the cold press of his ice pack.  "I did," Madara confesses.  "Just not as bad I guess."  There's another pause and then:  "Glad you don't hate me for being the epic villain anyway."

Tobirama snorts and moves his ice pack aside so he can squint blearily at Madara's blurry form out of one eye.  "Drama queen."

"Hey, I had a great motivation!"  Tobirama winces at the volume and Madara immediately looks contrite.  "Sorry," Madara says much more quietly.  "...But you gotta admit that being badass magical ninja is a pretty cool former life.  Even if it sucked big time."

Madara leans back on the plastic chair he's perched in, pressing against the back and Tobirama watches him for a second before humming in agreement.  It was like something out of a TV show or a movie.  He wondered if Hashirama would remember the same life or if he'd lived something in between— a world where Tobirama wasn't, or maybe Tobirama never met Madara in that life.

Whatever.

"If Izuna keeps making fun of my glasses," Tobirama says.  "I'm going to fight him."  New kid or not Uchiha Izuna was an ass and Tobirama was absolutely going to throw hands even if it meant getting detention.

Detention was just extra homework time without trying to hide from Dad anyway.

Madara makes a soft noise.  "I'll tell him to knock it off or I'll noogie him until he can't stand," he says with all the vindictive love of an elder brother annoyed by his younger sibling.  "You're my soulmate so he better get used to it and stop being a brat."

Tobirama's chest feels warm and fuzzy.  He realizes he's smiling again.  "Okay," he says. 

That sounded good to him.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

I'm back! Disappeared for a while cause of some complications with bub for things are all good now! And we've just found out we're having a baby boy! Can't wait to catch up on your new stuff!

AHHHH. WELCOME BACK!

I’m sorry there were complications, but glad to hear things are all good now!

CONGRATULATIONS ON A BABY BOY ON THE WAY!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 Sending all the positive thoughts for a continued healthy journey and a healthy and happy baby!

LOOKS LIKE 2024 IS GONNA BE THE YEAR FOR BABY BOYS. Because my best friend also just found out that she is having a boy!!!

Fun story that she will probably kill me for sharing below the cut:

She and I are very close. If there is such a thing as friend soulmates, she is mine. We talk a lot about mental health. Our brains are similar in how we deal with our anxiety, and we're both incredibly empathetic. So when either of us is down, we know we can talk to the other to help us through it because sometimes boys (aka our husbands) are dumb and don't understand how to help us get back to a good place mentally.

ANYWAY. We were on the phone a few months ago, and she mentioned she was feeling off, which is a normal thing for her to say. So I did what we always do and asked what was up, why she was feeling that way, etc. All totally normal. Until she said something she had never said related to her feeling off mentally, and it just made me pause because I knew she and her husband had been talking about trying for a baby. So I asked if she was pregnant.

And she got all huffy and said, “I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THAT.” Which, of course, answered it anyway. And when I started laughing, she kept yelling (in surprised anger. She wasn't actually mad at me). “YOU’RE SO CREEPY. I LITERALLY TOOK THE TEST YESTERDAY. WE HAVEN’T TOLD OUR FAMILIES. MY MOM DOESN’T EVEN KNOW YET. LITERALLY NO ONE KNOWS. WHAT THE HECK. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL [husband] THAT YOU FIGURED IT OUT IN LESS THAN TWO MINUTES OF BEING ON THE PHONE??"

And that's how I was accidentally the very first person to find out my best friend was pregnant, aside from her and her husband. 😂😂

I was sworn to secrecy for weeks, only allowed to tell my therapist, who thought it was hilarious that I figured it out so easily.

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Four~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Daichi!”

“Yea?” He says turning around to look at you.

“It was nice seeing you again! I’m glad you’re taking my advice!” You say before winking and going inside leaving a flustered and confused Daichi. ‘Wha?’ Daichi thought to himself while blushing before heading home.

“I’m home!” You announced.

“Welcome home Sweetie! How was your first day of school?” Your mom asks while sitting on the couch. You walk into the living room and sit down.

“It was alright. The best part was after school.” You say slightly smiling. Noticing your smile, your mom becomes intrigued.

“Oh? What happened?” 

“I went to the gym to join the volleyball club.” You explain nonchalantly.

“You did?!” Your mom asks, surprised.

“Yeah…” You whisper looking down and smiling. Your mother looks at you concerned before noticing how happy you look. A small smile crosses her face. ‘She hasn’t looked this happy ever since the incident,’ she thought.

“They are an interesting bunch.” You say while giggling. Seeing how happy you are, makes your mom happy, but there is still a concern in the back of her mind. She doesn’t want the incident to repeat.

“I’m going to go to my room and start on my schoolwork.” You say as you get up and start walking to your room.

“Okay, Sweetie. I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.”

“Thanks.” You say as you go into your room. As you sit on your bed your mind wanders to the volleyball club members. ‘Daichi, Suga, Tanaka, Hinata, and Kageyma…’ A small smile creeps onto your face as you think, ‘This is going to be great.’

You finish your schoolwork, eat dinner, and go to bed early since you have to wake up at 4 a.m. to make it to the gym by 5 a.m. 

-Timeskip to the morning-

“Damn It! I’m late!” You say while running to the gym. As you approach the gym you can hear that practice has started without you. Pushing the door open, you make your way into the gym as the three boys turn their attention toward you.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” You apologize as you put on your gym shoes.

“It’s okay! You’re here now!” Hinata exclaims happily. You send him a grateful smile.

“OUR ANGEL IS HERE. I’M GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE SAFELY!” Tanaka screams dramatically.

“Alright, so what are we working on?”

“Hinata is trying to receive my spikes.” Kageyama says in a monotone voice.

“Alrighty! I’ll get warmed up and join you guys.” You say before going off to the side so you won’t be in the way. As you continue to warm up, Kageyama begins yelling at Hinata, which leads to an argument. Just before you begin to intervene, Tanaka tells the boys about Daichi.

“Daichi is usually a nice guy, but he gets scary when he's mad. If he finds out about these early morning practices it won’t end well for any of us. I’ll be in trouble. Right now the four of us are the only ones who know about this and we need to keep it that way.” Just as he finishes talking the door to the gym opens and a new voice is heard, which causes you all to jump.

“I knew you guys had super-early practice.” We all turn to see where the voice is coming from.

“S-Suga!?” Tanaka exclaims surprised. “H-How…!?”

“It wasn’t hard to guess. You never ask to hold to key especially since you barely make it to practices on time anyway.” Tanaka starts to stutter as he thinks he’s in trouble.

“Don’t worry I won’t tattle. It’s kinda exciting, it’s like we’re doing secret training.” Suga says while smiling like a little kid. You give him an appreciative smile.

“Alright guys let’s get to it!” You gain the attention of the boys as you stand on the court and hold a ball at your hip. You all begin to split into two groups; group one has Hinata and Suga, and group two has you, Kageyama, and Tanaka.

You start off tossing balls to Kageyama so he can set to Tanaka, while Suga is helping Hinata with his receives. You toss the ball to Kageyama as Tanaka gets ready to run to the net to jump and spike. As the ball is in front of him, Tanaka hits the ball with force down onto the floor on the other side of the net. Distracted by Tanaka’s spike, Hinata fails to see the ball heading toward him. *Bop* The ball hits his head.

“Hinata! Eyes front!” Suga lightly scolds. You sweatdrop while thinking ‘How does he not have brain damage?’

“I want to spike! Gimme one!” Hinata suddenly says to Kageyama. “You like being a setter right?! Then why don’t you set for me?! Just one please?!”

“... Don’t wanna…” Everyone’s face except yours looks shocked. ‘Did they expect anything else…?’ you thought.

“Why not?! Stop being a scrooge!”

“You can’t even receive properly and you expect me to send you a set? You don’t have the right. On Saturday’s 3-on-3 I’m going to set the ball to (Y/N) as much as possible. Let her handle it. You just try and stay out of the way.” Kageyama says calmly.

“H-Hey that’s not-” You begin.

“If I get better at my receives, then will you set to me?” Hinata asks.

“I’ll set to anyone who I think will score. There may be times during the game when I have no choice but to send it to you, but I don’t think you are necessary to win. We’re almost out of time, let’s clean up.” You look at Hinata as he has a frustrated look on his face. You walk up to him and gently put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him from his thoughts.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’ll try talking to him.” You say softly. “If that doesn’t work, I’ll just make it so he HAS to set to you.” You say as you wink and start walking away to clean. Hinata watches you walk away with red cheeks and a small smile.

-In Class-

You’re sitting at your desk trying to pay attention to the lesson, but it’s not working very well. You can’t keep your eyes open for long and your head slowly starts to fall before it jolts up to keep you awake. You glance around to make sure the teacher didn’t notice. However, a pair of friends did notice your cute actions. Although one would deny it even on his deathbed. 

Every day before and after school the three of you would practice together. You would mostly be helping Hinata with his receives. He was gradually getting better. Here it is, Thursday morning, you’re standing next to Suga as you both are watching Hinata receive Kageyama’s spikes.

“Don’t go easy on me!” Hinata exclaims slightly angry.

“You asked for it!!” Kageyama says before hitting the ball with more speed and force than before. Hinata dives to the side and hits the ball with one arm before quickly going back to receiving. Tanaka walks in the door as the first-year boys continuously hit the ball back and forth.

“How long has this been going on?” He asks, looking at the scene.

“About fifteen minutes.” You explain not taking your eyes off your teammates.

“Straight?”

“Yup.” Suga replies.

“You’ve got to be reaching your limit by now! It’s time to st-” Kageyama exclaims to Hinata.

“The ball… hasn’t… touched the ground yet!!” He says while struggling to breathe.

“Oh boy… here we go.” You say with a small smile while rolling your eyes playfully. Before the two upperclassmen that are beside you can respond, Kageyama hits the ball so hard, out of anger, it goes flying. You slightly snicker to yourself when you see the look of surprise on his face.

“Geez, Kageyama! You jerk! Who could get that?!” Tanaka teasingly scolds. Watching as Hinata runs after the ball, Suga begins to talk.

“Even in middle school, Hinata’s athleticism was impressive… but I think he has something else just as impressive…”

“His drive to win.” Both you and Suga say at the same time. Just as you both finish your thought you see Hinata dive to save the ball. He reaches his arm out and gets it between the ball and the floor. As he faceplants the ball flies into the air.

“Woah! It’s up!” Tanaka says with amazement.

“Nice one Hinata!” You scream encouragingly.

The ball heads toward Kageyama slowly. Getting into a setting position, Kageyama waits for the ball to get to him. Once Hinata sees that he will get a set he immediately perks up. He has stars in his eyes as he gets up from the floor and starts running to the net. Kageyama sends the ball to Hinata who spikes it with a loud ‘BAM!’

“W-Woah…” you say in astonishment. “T-That was amazing guys!!” You say running up to your teammates excitedly. “That was so cool! Hinata you jumped so high! You almost looked like you were flying!” You praise.

“T-Thank y-you (Y/N).” You turn to Kageyama without noticing the bright red blush on the ginger’s face.

“And your set was great! It was stunning! I can’t wait to play with both of you guys!” Kageyama stands in front of you stunned before turning away to hide his blush.

“Thanks…” He says barely above a whisper. While you are fangirling over the first-year duo, the underclassmen are staring at you three. Especially you, ‘She looks so happy…’ they think to themselves with smiles. ‘I wish it was me making her smile.’

All of a sudden Hinata falls to his knees looking like he’s going to puke. Before you can ask him if he’s okay, Kageyama begins to speak.

“Yo…” He begins as we look at him waiting for him to continue. “This Saturday…we’re going to win.” You smile widely at the intense determination in his voice.

“O-Of course we…will…” Hinata responds before throwing up. As he starts you cover your ears and turn away. Suga and Tanaka start freaking out as the latter starts telling Tanaka to clean it up, and get water, and a bucket while he goes to comfort his underclassman.

After it’s cleaned up you feel a tap on your shoulder. Slowly opening your eyes and moving your hands away from your ears, you look at the person.

~To Be Continued~

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Chapter 4: Winter

Winter laid down on the top bunk of him and Qibli’s shared bunk bed.

He just came back to this school today and was relieved.

To be back with Qibli? Of course not, he had no opinion on Qibli whatsoever.

Winter was just relieved to be away from his parents again.

Breaks from school were awful, having to live with being a disappointment to his parents and them having clear favouritism towards his siblings all day.

School was his only escape.

The only place he could be himself without anybody caring.

Well, except his twin sister Icicle.

Icicle was his parents favourite child.

She did what she was told.

Never acted up.

Was never unordinary.

Winter had always had a feeling of being unordinary from everyone else, and it didn’t help that this summer he was diagnosed with depression.

After his diagnosis his parents got worse.

They never took his mental health problems seriously.

They just saw him as a baby who needed to calm down.

Everyone at school though was much more accepting.

Especially Qibli.

Qibli was perfect, a kind boy who was the only person he’s ever met that could perfectly tell what he needed, when he needed it.

Winter felt his face growing warmer the more he thought about him.

‘NO! I can’t be into him! My parents haven’t approved of him even as a friend. They ESPECIALLY wouldn’t approve since he’s a boy. I don’t like boys, never have, never will. I have to be what my parents expect of me. I need to grow out of this phase.’ He thought.

Winter heard the rustling of keys at the door.

He quickly grabbed his sketchbook to look busy.

The door opened and Qibli walked through the door.

He had a short, low ponytail in his hair.

Winter remembered before summer break started Qibli mentioned wanting to grow out his hair.

“Winter!” Qibli said while quickly putting his stuff down. “Get down here!”

Winter reluctantly agreed and Qibli wrapped his arms around him.

“I missed you so much! How was your summer? Mine was great! Sorry I took a while to get here I was helping out my mom and sister do some things.”

“My summer was…alright. You grew your hair out.”

“I DID! I’m so glad you noticed! Does it look good?”

“UH-UM, NO, NOT AT ALL! GET A PROPER HAIRCUT WILL YOU?”

“And what would you determine a ‘proper haircut’?”

“I- uh- well…okay maybe I didn’t think that far BUT FIND ONE!”

“Glad you’re still as stubborn as last year, I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t so stubborn.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Your stubbornness makes you very fun to tease,” Qibli said, smirking.

“I AM NOT FUN TO TEASE!”

“You really are, anyways, We’re gonna meet up with my friend and her roommate tonight for dinner just so you know.”

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes.”

“Why can’t I just eat dinner on my own?”

“Winter I know you, if I wasn’t bringing you with me you wouldn’t even go to dinner because you have ‘better things to do’.”

Winter fell quiet.

“Come on, it’ll be fun for you to get to know new people!”

“I would much rather perish than do that.”

“Ha! I know, but it’s good to try new things.”

“For you, maybe.”

“Look, trust me Winter, it will be fun! I promise my friend is nice and I bet her roommate is too.”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll go.”

“Yay! I mean, I was gonna make you go anyways but I’m glad you’re actually willing too!”

“A little.”

[anglophiletraveler]

Chapter 31 of In My Life

Chapter 31

I Love You Just The Way You Are

By Billy Joel

The Weekend Part 2!

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Hmmmm what is our favourite couple up to?  They’ve been having a fun and loving weekend and it continues onto Sunday morning.  Thanks always to everyone who supports me and this adventure of mine.  Special thanks to Karen Bockius for continuing to be my beta for this story, however she hasn’t read this bit yet, I wanted to keep it as a surprise for her, and also Happy Birthday Karen!  Your Eagles won!

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Ross woke the next morning to the sound of a text notification on his phone.  He reached for Demelza but then heard her playing on the cello. The sound of Demelza’s cello always made him smile.  He looked at the phone and saw that it was his mother texting, so he called her back.  He let out a big yawn and stretched his long body.

“Morning Ross, did I wake you?”

“No, well yeah, but it’s time I was getting up anyway.  Demelza’s downstairs practising.”

“I never know what time to call you in the mornings.”

“You’re fine mum, no worries.  How are you feeling?”

“Oh pretty good.  Friday they got my latest test results back and made me go into the hospital for fluids because I was a little dehydrated.”

“Oh mum ya gotta take care of yourself!  How long were you there?”

“Just eight hours.  And I do take care of myself Ross!  I drink plenty of water everyday.  I don’t know how I get dehydrated. I hate the taste of water.”

Ross smiled.  He knew that his mum had never liked the taste of water.  “Well have you tried getting some of that flavoured powder mix that you can put in water?  Demelza uses those because she’s not crazy about the taste of water either.”

“Oh I keep forgetting to put them on the damn shopping list.  I’ll be glad to get the surgery and get these two lumps of skin lobbed off.  I’m tired of worrying about them, and I’m tired of everyone else worrying about them,” Grace was almost in tears by now.

Ross closed his eyes.  He hated hearing the frustration in his mother’s voice.  “I know mama.  I’d give anything if you weren’t going through this.  I really wish that you would reconsider and start seeing an oncologist up here in London.”

“Ross, I’m really perfectly happy with my doctors down here.  London is too far away, and the doctors are just as good down here.  Now, enough about me.  How are you and Demelza getting along?”

“Fine, fine.” He stopped talking on the phone to make sure Demelza was still practising before he continued talking with his mum.  “I finally broached the subject of kids with her yesterday.”

“Oh wow.  How did that go?”

“Alright.  Kind of like I thought.  She’s not sure if she wants children, because of raising her brothers and her career.  She said that she really hasn’t thought about it that much, which I believe.  She said she would give it some thought.  But mom, just so you know… I told her that I wanted to be with her whether she wanted kids or not.”

“Oh.   Darling, that’s… that’s a big statement.  Can you live with that?” Ross noticed that Grace’s voice cracked.

Ross bit his lip, “I, I think so. I don’t want to lose her mum.  I’m sorry, I know that’s not what you want to hear… but for now that’s where things stand on the subject.  I also mentioned to her about getting a bigger place, because this place is just so small with the two of us.  I need a bigger office and she needs a better practise space.”

There was silence on the line and then Ross noticed a sniffle from Grace like she was trying not to cry.  He knew this would upset his mum and it killed him to hear like this.

“Mum?”

“I’m still here.  Well that’s a big decision, and it’s not one that you absolutely have to make today.  And I coulda told ya that you two needed a bigger place!  Well, I have to go take my medicine.  I’ll talk to you in a couple days.  Love you.”

“I love you too mum.”  Ross heard the click on her end.  He felt horrible. He could tell that she was in a hurry to get off the phone with him.  Maybe he should’ve waited to tell his mum about his talk with Demelza yesterday.  He knew how much she wanted grandkids, and the thought of not ever having any probably hit her pretty hard. The mother and son have just always been so close and he’s always been able to tell her almost anything, but maybe he should’ve waited on this.  He noticed that Demelza stopped playing, and heard her footsteps on the stairs.

Demelza padded her way into the bedroom with two mugs of coffee in one hand and a mug of hot tea in the other and a smile on her face, “Morning! Coffee, tea or meeee!”

Ross laughed at Demelza’s play on the phrase, “Mmmm I’ll take you every time!  Along with the coffee!  Thank you gorgeous!”  Demelza carefully leaned down and kissed him good morning.  She couldn’t help but squeal when she felt something pinch her bottom, “Well, you are very welcome!”  She took a sip of her tea and Ross was enjoying his coffee.  

She heard a moan of approval from Ross when he took a drink, “Oh I hope that means I finally got it right?  Is it good?” Demelza asked.  

“It’s perfect, thank you,” Ross answered back.  “Oh good!  I don’t know why I’m so challenged at making coffee in that machine.  I think we need to get a new one.  Did I hear you talking with someone earlier?”

“Yes, mama called to check in.  She’s more than ready to have her surgery over and done with.  I still wish that she would come up to London and have her surgery here,” Ross was worried that his mum wasn’t getting the best care possible in Truro and had asked her a couple of times to have her treatment in London.  Because you know, everything is better in London.

“Oh Ross, I don’t blame her.  She has doctors that she’s comfortable with and doesn’t want to leave them for people she doesn’t know.  I know you mean well.  Maybe if she had come up here from the start and got a second opinion, but she didn’t so we just have to go with it.  Besides, your father wouldn’t let her stick with doctors if he didn’t approve of them, yeah.”

Ross took another drink of his coffee, “I suppose you’re right.  She did seem a little down though.”  He didn’t tell Demelza why she was down.  

“Did she? Did you speak with your father?”

“No, she didn’t mention him, so I don’t know where he was.  Do you think I should try to speak with him when he isn’t around her?” Ross asked.

Demelza shrugged, “Mmmm I don’t know.  You would probably know better than I would about that.”

“I’ll have to have a think on it.”  Ross took Demelza’s cup and his cup and set them on the nightstand.  Ross was looking at Demelza in her nightgown made of white eyelet material.  It was sort of old fashioned but it looked beautiful on Demelza.  “That is a lovely nightgown that you have on.  What’s this material called?”  Ross couldn’t help but notice Demelza’s ivory cleavage peeking out over the top of the nightgown.

Demelza smiled at his interest, “Why thank you sir.  This is white eyelet.  I’m glad that you like it, I just bought it a couple of days ago.”

Ross hummed, “I’m glad that you bought something for yourself.  Did you buy yourself anything else?” Ross was playing with one of the strings that tied the nightgown together.  

“Just some socks that look really warm, and another cardigan.  I bought you some socks too, but they're still in the bag.  Is that okay that I bought a few things?”  Demela suddenly got a look on her face like a scared child.

Ross put his hand gently on Demelza’s cheek and brushed some hair out of her eyes.  His eyebrows went up like a sad puppy dog, “Oh Demelza you don’t ever have to ask my permission to buy anything.  I don’t want you to ever feel afraid to purchase something for yourself or for the house.  You earn your money, you work hard for it.  I’m just disappointed that you didn’t buy me a new nightgown too!” His lips curled up in a smile to get her to smile too.  

She let out a big sigh, “Well, if you’re really good, the next time I go to Mark & Spencer’s I’ll buy you a new nightgown!”

They both laughed.  Ross reached up and started untying Demelza’s nightgown, “Well, I think it would be grand if this nightgown was on the floor.”  Ross sat up so that he could pull the nightgown off over Demelza’s head.  He let out a sigh and looked at Demelza’s dreamy eyes, “That’s definitely much better.”  He lifted one of her ivory hands to his mouth and gently kissed it.  Then he made his way up her arm with kisses until he got to her neck.  Demelza leaned her head over to give him more access.  “Roooss” she moaned softly.  She was often amazed at how quickly Ross could arouse her, make her weak at her knees.  She put her hands in his hair to hold him close to her, to feel those beautiful curls.  

Ross moved to kiss Demelza’s lips which she wholly accepted. Hot, messy kisses.  Ross felt Demelza’s fingernails scratching his back, up and down.  The sensation caused him to hiss and drop his head back.  Demelza took the opportunity to attack his neck, sucking and biting.  Ross lifted her from under her hips and placed her on top of him.  Demelza raised up so that she could adjust Ross’s cock between her folds and lowered herself.  They both moaned at the same time from the feeling of joining together.  

Ross leaned back to look at her.  There she was, his beautiful Cornish Goddess sitting on top of him with her creamy skin glowing and her red hair still wild from the previous night’s activities.  She had this dreamy look in her blue eyes that took his breath away.  He would never tire of seeing her like this.  “I know this sounds corny, but if I died right now, I would die a happy man,” Ross whispered.  She couldn’t help but giggle, “Oh Ross, I love you.”

Demelza was holding onto Ross’s shoulders and began to rise up and down on Ross.  Demelza laid her head back hoping that Ross would attack her neck like she did his.  She didn’t have to hope for very long.  As soon as she felt his lips on her she shivered.  She felt Ross’s hands on her hips again, helping her raise up and down on himself. 

Demelza’s cleavage was flushed from the heat.   He heard whimpering sounds come from Demelza, so he lowered a hand to where they joined so he could gently rub her sweet spot with his thumb.  Ross lowered his head to Demelza’s shoulder.  He loved the sounds that she was making.  He knew she was getting close, and so was he.  Demelza whispered, “Ross, please take me.”

All of a sudden Ross growled and rolled them over so that Demelza was on her back beneath him.  He didn’t even lose connection with her.  Even though the previous day and a half had been filled with lovemaking, their lips felt desperate to connect with each other, full of passion and heat.  Demelza wrapped her legs around Ross’s waist and locked her ankles.   When they were in this position,  it made her feel like they were one.  Soon both of their breathing picked up and Ross was entering her faster. The intensity was building.  They were staring into each other's eyes as they came to their end, tears in both of their eyes from the feelings they shared. Ross collapsed on top of Demelza in exhaustion, both of them trying to catch their breath.  Demelza could feel the stickiness from the sweat on Ross’s back but she didn’t care.  She just wanted to enjoy this moment full of love and passion for each other.  Then she had a question.

“Ross.”

“Hmmm.”

She could hear the sleepiness in his response, “Is it like this for every couple?”

Ross’s head was still laying down on her breast, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I just wondered, well we’ve been a couple like this for a while now, and our lovemaking is still very passionate and frequent.  Is it like this for couples who live together or who are married?”

Ross raised his head to look at his love, “Baby, I don’t know.  I’ve really only had one long term relationship, and most of that was spent apart because of Uni.  I’ve never lived with anyone else except for you.  I mean, I’ve heard husbands complain after being married for a while, after kids, that it’s not the same, but I don’t know if that’s just talk.”

“Oh.  Well, what about your parents?” Demelza asked.

“My parents!  Bloody fucking hell Demelza!  Do you really want to put that image in my mind!!  And here in bed with you!  Christ on a bike!”

Demelza was laughing at Ross.  “Judas Ross!  Well they seem very loving toward each other, so I just wondered.”

“Yes, they are still very loving towards each other, and I just assume, Judas, I can’t believe that I’m going to say this, I’m just assuming that they are still very active …. Sexually.“  Demelza couldn’t help but laugh at Ross.  “In fact, when I was growing up I walked in on them twice!  And Demelza, a kid just can’t un-see that!  It’s burned in my mind forever!  Fuck, I need to go brush my teeth and take a shower now after that.  Care to join me?”

“Sure, but we just need to get clean.  No funny business.  Don’t forget we have dinner plans for tonight!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”  

Demelza loved watching his naked arse walk away from her!

Demelza was still giggling at Ross, yelling out to him,  “Ross, you said ‘Judas’!!

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It was in the shower soaping each other up that they noticed the marks that they had left on each other!  

“Judas Ross!”

He was looking around thinking there was a spider in the shower, “What? What’s wrong?”

She put her hand up to her mouth, “Your neck! I’m so sorry, I didna realise that I sucked that hard!”

Ross got a smile on his face, “Oh really?  Is it that big?”

“I’m afraid it’s in a spot that might be hard to cover up!  I’m so sorry!  That was careless of me,” Demelza was upset with herself.

Ross just laughed, “Baby it’s okay, I’ll just wear a turtleneck tonight!  No big deal.”  Then he started looking around Demelza’s neck and spotted a mark on her neck as well, "Um well, it looks like you’re going to need a turtleneck as well!”  

“What!?  Really?”  She started pulling down her skin like she could see it on herself making Ross laugh.  “Ross, stop laughing!  It’s not funny!  We’re too old to be giving each other bite marks!”

“Oh dear, just a minute ago you were worried that we were going to stop having sex and now you’re upset because you have a couple of hickies on your neck!”  Ross couldn’t stop smiling.  

“A couple! A couple! Dammit Ross!”  Demelza rushed out of the shower to look in the mirror.  “Where?  I don’t see two hickies, just the one!”  Ross was really laughing now!  “Ross Poldark you wanker!!”  She stuck her hand in the shower and turned the cold water on full blast!

“Fuck Demelza that’s cold!  Shit!!”  He jumped out of the shower.

Demelza stuck her tongue out at him, “Now who’s laughing!”

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Demelza was downstairs preparing a snack for the two of them so as not to spoil their appetite for dinner out tonight.  Ross was still upstairs getting dressed and looking at his suits for the week coming up.  Demelza was right about the hickey on his neck, he was going to have to cover it up somehow.  He noticed his duffle bag in the bottom of the closet and what was hiding in it.  He shut the bedroom door and pulled out his mother’s engagement ring.  He opened the box to look at it.  It was just as beautiful as ever.  Set in rose gold, it might not have the biggest centre diamond in the world, probably not even a half carrot,  but the way the middle round diamond was cut, it was brilliant and sparkled like a thousand carrots in the world. And the smaller round diamonds around the centre diamond just added to the daintiness of the ring. 

What am I waiting for? A special weekend away? We’ve just spoken about having children, and even though Demelza’s not sure about them, do I really want to leave her if she doesn’t want to have kids?  I just can’t see myself doing that.  I’m so happy with her.  I can’t imagine breaking up with her.  I love our life together and I don’t want anyone else.  I’ve already told her that I would support her in her decision if she doesn’t want children.  So what else is there, Poldark???

“Ross are you still upstairs?” he heard Demelza yelling.

He opened the door, “Yeah, I’ll be right down.”  He pulled the ring from the box and put it in his pocket.

Demelza had put a platter of veggies and dip with cheese and crackers on the coffee table with some drinks.  “Are you in the mood for a movie?” she asked.

Then Ross spotted the backgammon game and got an idea.  “Nah.  How about a game of backgammon?” He walked over to get the game and set it on the coffee table next to the food.

Demelza was kind of surprised that he suggested backgammon because she always beat him! “Really? Alright, sounds like fun.  We haven’t played in a while.  Maybe you’ll win this time!”

“Haha very funny Dem!  What time are we meeting Dr and Mrs Enys?”

Demelza laughed at how Ross referred to Caroline and Dwight, “6:30, so we have time for a game or two.”  Demelza started setting up the board.

“Sounds grand,” Ross replied with a smile.  They got comfy on the floor, sitting on pillows on opposite sides of the coffee table.  They rolled one dye to see who would go first, and Demelza won of course.  “Dammit!  It’s starting already!”

“We don’t have to play if you don’t want to.  We could play chess.  We haven’t played that in a while,” Demelza offered to play the game that Ross was more skilled at playing.

Ross held up his hand, “No, no I can handle it.  Go ahead, start the game.”

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Ross couldn’t keep his mind on the game, nervous as to how he’s going to pull off his plan.  Demelza had noticed that he was a little jittery, but she just thought it was because he was losing the game.  

Demelza just landed on one of Ross’s stones and placed it on the bar, making that two stones on the bar for Ross.  “Ross, what is wrong with you? Two stones on the bar, that’s not very good!”

“Damnit, I know, I know,” Ross answered back.  He was trying to keep his eye on Demelza’s dice cup, but she kept picking it up and playing with it.  He had to distract her somehow. He was taking his time making his next move.  “Do we have any more dip?”

“I’m not sure.  I’ll go check, but don’t roll your dice until I get back!”

“Of course not! Cheeky you!”

Demelza got up and went into the kitchen and Ross made his move.  He took the engagement ring out of his pocket and quietly placed it in her dice cup with his shaking hands.  Then he quickly set up his cell phone to record casually sitting on the sofa behind him. After all, he had to get this on video!

Demelza came back into the livingroom with more dip and sat back down, “Alright, this is the last of it. Go ahead and roll.”

“Thanks, babe.”  Ross rolled the dice and it was the right number to get one of his stones back in play.  “Yes!!!  Today is my lucky day!!”

“We’ll see.  You still have one more stone on the bar.”  Demelza was shaking the dice in the dice cup, unaware that there is a special shiny something in the dice cup.  She emptied out the contents of the cup on the board.  At first she didn’t notice because she was busy looking at the dice, then all of a sudden she let out the shrillest scream that Ross has ever heard! “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA  WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”  she jumped up to stand up and was covering her mouth with one hand and with the other was shaking a finger at the board!!!   “Ross!  Rooosss!  What is that?”  She was moving from one foot to the other!

“I don’t know, what is it that you’re staring at?”

She was still dancing from one foot to the other.  Ross was getting a kick out of the scene.  It was actually more of a reaction than he thought he would get out of Demelza.  “Stop it Ross!”

Ross picked up the ring and stood up and took a step towards Demelza, and then got down on one knee.

“Demelza, my love.  I know things have moved quickly between us.  Lord knows, you hit me like a freight train on that aeroplane just a few short months ago.  I had been doing my best to stay away from long term relationships, but I couldn’t help myself with you.  I’m pretty sure that I fell in love, hopelessly in love with you on that aeroplane.  I promise to support you in your hopes, your dreams, your career, if you will just do me the honour of becoming my wife and my partner for life.  Will you marry me Demelza?”

Demelza’s whole body was shaking, and she just dropped to her knees.  Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her blue eyes sparkling more than ever, one shaky hand covering her mouth.  She felt like she was breathing so hard that she was going to pass out.  Softly she said, “Oh Ross. Yes, of course I’ll marry you!”

Ross had the most joyous look on his face, “You will?  Really?”

“Of course I will!”  She held out her left hand, and Ross placed the ring on the ring finger of her left hand. He cupped Demelza’s face in his hands and gave her the most loving kiss.  He didn’t want it to end.  He pulled away and looked back down at the ring.

“It fits!  I wasn’t sure if it would!” 

Demelza gasped at the ring, “Oh Ross it’s perfect!  I love it!”

Ross was grinning from ear to ear, “You do!  It’s my mum’s!  I’m so glad that you like it.”

Demelza was already moving her hand to watch it sparkle, “How could I not love it?  It really is beautiful, and I love that it was your mum’s.  And it does fit perfectly.  I thought her hands were a wee bit larger than mine.”

“I think they are now, but they didn’t used to be.”  He looked up in her eyes, “Oh Demelza you’ve made me so happy!

“Judas Ross, you’ve made me so happy.  I had no idea that you were planning something like this!  How long have you been planning on proposing?”

Ross realised that they were still sitting on the floor in an awkward position, so he helped Demelza up to sit on the sofa.  “Honestly, just since I came out of the shower!  I’ve had the ring since Nampara.  Mama gave it to me when we were there, but I had no idea in my head when I would propose.  This weekend has been so special, and I just couldn’t think of why I should wait, so here we are!”  He leaned in and kissed her again, and leaned his forehead against hers.

“Is that why you wanted to play backgammon so badly?”  Demelza’s was lighter and full of hope.

Ross laughed, “Yep!  The idea just came to my head when I came downstairs and spotted the game!  I was sweating it too.  You kept playing with your dice cup and wouldn’t put it down!  I was going out of my mind waiting for the perfect moment.  So I finally had you go get more dip so I could put the ring in your cup and set up my phone to record!”

Now Demelza was laughing, “Well, aren’t you the sneaky one!  And I’m so glad that you are!  I can’t wait to tell Caroline and Dwight tonight!  Caroline will scream almost as loud as I did!”

“I’m sure she will.  But before we go, can we call my parents?  I don’t want them to hear about it on Facetime.”

“Oh aye, do you wanna do that now?” Demelza asked.

“If that’s alright with you?”

“Of course.”  Demelza was watching her ring sparkle again.  “I can’t believe this is really happening to me!”  Ross took her in his arms.  “You can believe it.  You make me so happy, Demelza.”

Ross called his mother, “Ross!  I didn’t expect to hear from you again today.  Is anything wrong?” 

“No mama, everything’s perfect. Is da there with you?”

“Well yeah, he’s sitting right here with me, do you want to talk to him?’  Grace was really confused now.

“Let’s skype so I can talk to the both of you.”

“Okay, go ahead,” said Grace.

Joshua yelled, “I’m here Ross.  What’s going on?”

“Hi da.  Well I have Demelza here with me too.”

Demelza waved into the phone, “Hello everyone!  How are you!”

Grace was getting impatient now, “Ross for heaven’s sake, what is going on!”

Ross was chuckling at his mother’s impatience, “We have some news for you.  I just asked Demelza to marry me, and she said yes!  Isn’t that great”

Grace and Joshua both gasped at the same time.  “Oh Ross, Demelza!  That makes us so happy!” Grace said.

“Absolutely, that’s the best news!  Congratulations to the both of you and welcome to the family Demelza!  We will love having you as our daughter!” Joshua added.

The tears started again for Demelza, “Oh goodness, you’ve got me in tears again.  That’s so sweet of you both to say!  I’m so lucky to be a part of your wonderful family!”

“And mama, Demelza is wearing your ring, and it fits perfectly!” Ross told his mother.

Grace was crying, “Oh that makes my heart happy!  Demelza I hope that it gives you as much happiness as it has for me all of these years.  And who knows, maybe you can pass it down to your first born.”  That statement took Ross back since he had just spoken with his mother earlier about the possibility of not having any children.

Demelza grabbed Ross’s hand, “Thank you so much Grace.  I love it.  It’s so beautiful, and it really does fit perfectly.”

Ross looked at Demelza, “It’s like it was meant to be.”  He wiped the tears from Demelza’s face.

Grace wiped her tears so that she could talk some more, “Yes, I think it certainly was.  Oh Demelza, you are the perfect fit for Ross.  I’m so grateful that he found you!”

Joshua noticed his wife looking tired and overwhelmed by the news, “Ross, I think we are going to hang up now, so you two can finish celebrating.  I think your mother is ready for a kip.  Congratulations again to the both of you.  We love you!”

Ross’s chin started to tremble, “We love you too da.  Thank you for everything.  I love you!”  Ross disconnected the call.  Demelza was rubbing his shoulder and wrapped him up in a hug.  Ross finally pulled back, wiping his own tears, “Hey, no more tears now, yeah?  How’s about we take some pictures and selfies!”

The giddy couple took selfies together in different positions, of course showing the left hand with the ring, and then pictures of just the ring.  Demelza wrapped her arms around Ross’s neck, "Sooo, after dinner tonight with Caroline and Dwight, we can post a few pictures, yeah!”

Ross looked deep into her eyes, “Yeah.”  He rubbed his nose against Demelza’s and kissed her lips softly, and then again and again melting into her, kissing her ear, moving down to her neck with open mouth kisses.  Then Ross felt a wet tongue on his cheek and it wasn’t Demelza’s, “Seamus!  Get back boy!  Go on, quit licking me!”  Demelza was laughing at Seamus giving love to Ross and interrupting their celebration.  Seamus knocked Ross over and was licking his master all over his face!  Ross was laughing so hard, but he’d much rather be kissing his new fiance.  “Come on Seamus get up now!  Enough!”  Ross was finally able to get Seamus off of him and stand up.  “Well, so much for a celebratory snog!”  He looked at his watch, “It’s almost time to go meet Caroline and Dwight, I need to change before we go.”  “Yeah, I guess I do too, but we can finish this later.” Demelza stated.  “Well, I’m looking forward to it, Mrs. Poldark,” Ross raised his eyebrow at Demelza and gave her another kiss.  

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Ross came down the steps dressed and ready to go to dinner, to find Demelza standing by the front window moving the engagement ring around to see it sparkle in the light.  The diamond was almost as brilliant as the smile on her face.  Ross quietly walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her ear, “Hello Mrs Poldark!”

Demelza turned around in Ross’s arms and looked up at him, “Not yet!  Don’t jinx us!”  She put her hands on Ross’s turtleneck to smooth it out.  

Ross leaned down to kiss the side of her forehead, “Are you happy?”

“Oh Ross, I’ve never been happier.  I can’t believe this has all happened to me.  But Ross, are you sure you want to get married?  You didn’t propose just because you thought it was the right thing to do?”

Ross furrowed his brow, “What the hell are you talking about Demelza?  Of course I want to marry you!  I proposed to you because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.  Why would you think otherwise?”

“Well, we really haven’t talked much about getting married, and we’ve only just mentioned whether or not to have children.  I don’t want you to regret it down the line if we..don’t have children.”

Ross let out a sigh, “You’re right, we haven’t really talked about marriage formally, but we’ve talked about long term.  And as far as children go, if you decide that you really, really don’t want to have children, then I will respect that. But I think that we should have future conversations about it before that decision is made.  But no matter what, I will still love you, and I will still want you to be my wife.  Understood?” Ross leaned down and lifted her chin up with a finger.  “Hey love, I don’t want anyone else but you, okay? I am very happy and I hope you are too.”

Demelza looked up into his whiskey eyes, “I am very happy.  I just wanted to make sure you are.”

Ross smiled, “Well, then it’s settled.  Are you ready to go meet the Enys’s?”

Demelza laughed, “You better not let Caroline hear you call them that!”

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Ross and Demelza arrived at the restaurant, ready to make the big announcement.   Demelza had insisted that they both try to wear something to cover up their hickies, so Ross was wearing a turtleneck jumper, and Demelza was wearing a scarf, so hopefully Caroline wouldn’t figure it out.  Ross hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off his face since they’d left the house.  He grabbed Demelza’s hand and kissed it before opening the door of the restaurant.  The hostess showed them to the table where Dwight and Caroline were sitting.  Ross whispered to her to bring three bottles of Proseco over to the table.  Dwight and Caroline stood to greet their friends and exchange hugs and kisses, then everyone sat down in a cosy booth.

Dwight had a big smile on his face, “So how is everyone doing?  We haven’t seen much of each other since New Year’s.”

Demelza was doing her best to hold her hands under the table until the right moment.  She could have sworn that Caroline was staring at her, so she was trying to focus on Dwight.

Ross pushed his sleeves up a bit and put one arm around Demelza’s shoulders, “Oh we’ve been busy with Demelza’s schedule at the orchestra and the private lessons that she’s taking.  I’m hoping to be moved to the charity division shortly so that will be fun learning new things.  How about you two?  Are you still picking up extra shifts at the A&E?”

Caroline butted in, “No he’s not, he’s much too busy with me to be picking up extra shifts.  Aren’t you darling?”

Dwight shook his head, “Whatever you say darling.  Whatever you say!”  That made Ross laugh really loud, throwing his head back to show his almost perfect white teeth.

Demelza had been looking around the restaurant, “I don’t think I’ve ever been here before.  Have you Caroline?  I wonder what’s good here?”

Just then the server brought over two bottles of Proseco and four glasses.  Dwight furrowed his brow, “Hey mate, we didn’t order Proseco!”

The server stopped pouring and looked at Ross.  “Actually, I ordered the Proseco, so keep pouring!”  The server finished pouring into the four glasses and left the two couples.

Dwight looked at Ross confused, “What’s the occasion?”

Ross looked at Demelza like he was going to burst, “Well, I asked Demelza to marry me, and she said yes!”  He gave Demelza a quick kiss and then she raised her left hand to show off her ring!  And as expected, Caroline shrieked loudly enough for the whole restaurant to turn around and stare at them!  Dwight was shaking his head at Caroline, and Ross was laughing even louder while he scooted out of the booth so that Demelza and Caroline could get up to hug and scream some more while Caroline looked at the ring.  It was obvious enough to the rest of the restaurant patrons that they all started clapping!  

“Oh my God Demelza why didn’t you tell me!!” Caroline said.

“I did, I did!  It just happened a couple hours ago!” Demelza said.

“Oh my gosh!  Let me see it again!”

Demelza showed off the ring to Caroline again, “It’s Ross’s mum’s engagement ring!  And it fits perfectly!”

Caroline put her hand over her heart, “Oh Demelza that’s so sweet!  And it’s beautiful, and very vintage!  Ross, I’m so mad at you, why didn’t you tell me that you were going to propose to my best friend!!!”

Ross raised his hands, “Sorry Caroline, I didn’t know that I was supposed to clear it with you first!  I didn’t even tell Dwight!”

“No he didn’t,” said Dwight.  “Although you did tell me that you brought the ring back from Nampara.”

Caroline smacked Dwight on the arm, “And you didn’t even tell me that!  Dr. Enys!  How could you keep me in the dark!”

Ross was laughing at Caroline, “Caroline he kept you in the dark, so that you wouldn’t blab to Demelza that I brought the ring back with me!”

Caroline gasped at Ross.  Demelza just smiled watching all of the exchanges going on.  

Dwight raised his glass, “Well, I must make a toast for this most auspicious occasion, to the beautiful, intelligent, talented Demelza, who swept my best mate off of his feet and was finally able to make him a deliriously happy man for the first time in his life.  To Demelza!”  They all raised their glasses to toast to Demelza which made her face turn redder than her hair!   That was the first of many toasts made that evening.  By the end of the meal, Caroline and Demelza were sitting next to each other with their heads together already planning the wedding, and Dwight and Ross were sitting next to each other just taking it all in.  

Dwight leaned into Ross, “Thanks a lot mate.”

Ross looked at him, “For what?”

“For putting more pressure on me to propose now!  They’re probably planning a double wedding as we speak!”

Ross laughed at his best friend, “Sorry about that mate.  I didn’t even think about that.”  He picked up the second empty Proseco bottle.  “Should I order another one?”

“No!  I have to work in the morning,” Dwight yelled at him.  “So, I suppose that any issues were worked out?  Since you proposed so quickly?”

Ross was shaking his head, “You suppose correctly my friend.  And I’m going to start looking for a new place.”

Dwight’s eyebrows raised, “Really?  I thought you liked your place?”

“Oh I do, but it’s much too small.  Demelza needs a proper music room, and I’d like a bigger office, and Seamus could use a bigger garden.  And you know, some extra bedrooms for guests.”

“Or babies?” Dwight said, looking at Ross.

Ross shrugged his shoulders, “Possibly.”

Dwight smiled at Ross’s comment, “I imagine Grace and Joshua were very happy with the announcement.”

Demelza had turned from Caroline to look at Ross.  Dwight had a big grin on his face, “Yes, they were very happy.  We facetimed so they could see Demelza wearing the ring.”

Dwight was nodding and then furrowed his brow, “Sooo do you have an idea of when the   wedding will be?  Before or after Grace’s surgery?”

Demelza looked at Ross, “We hadn’t thought of her surgery.  Is that an issue, Dwight?”

Dwight shook his head, “It could be.  Recovery time could vary a lot.  She’ll have tubes and drains in for quite a while.  And there’s always a risk of infection with those.  Has the surgery been scheduled yet?”

“No, they want her to do more chemo first, which she’s not happy about.  So this recovery time, what do you think, two months, three months?” Ross asked.

“Mmmore like four to six months, longer if infection sets in.  It can take a lot out of a woman.”

Demelza spoke up, “Do you think we should have the wedding before the surgery?”

Dwight squinted, “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but if you don’t get married before her surgery, you might want to wait until she’s fully recovered, maybe a year down the road.  Sorry if I just spoiled any plans.”

“No, I’m glad you spoke up, Dwight.  I guess we will need to talk about it when we get home,” Demelza responded in a low tone.  

Caroline noticed the look on Demelza’s face, “Well it doesn’t matter, Dem.  Either way I will make sure that you have the wedding of your dreams!  Just leave everything to me!”  

Demelza put her hand on top of Caroline’s, “Thanks Caroline.”

Ross was watching Demelza.  They will have a lot to decide in the next couple of days.  He stood up and reached out a hand to Demelza, “Well my love, it’s getting late and I think it’s time we head home.”

Demelza stood up and took his hand, “Are you going to be okay to drive?”

Dwight and Caroline both looked up at Ross.  “Don’t look at us, we took a Lyft, mate,” Dwight said.  “You want to share one with us?”

Ross’s permanent smile was still on his face, “Well, yeah I guess we probably should.”  They all laughed at Ross.  

Caroline stood up, “Oh and by the way…”  she walked over to Ross and pulled down his turtleneck to expose the love bites, and then pulled Demelza’s scarf off, “You two are so busted!!!”

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Ross and Demelza practically fell through the front door laughing their head off after leaving Dwight and Caroline in the Lyft car.  The Prosecco had definitely gone to their heads.  Ross had loudly shut the front door and locked it, stirring up Seamus in the process.  He was bouncing around and jumping up on Ross, practically knocking him over, which really didn’t take much effort given Ross’s intoxicated state.  Luckily Ross was able to catch himself on the couch.   

“Ross are you alright?”

“Yes, yes I’m fine.  I better let this mongrel outside.  Come on boy, let's head out the back door.” 

Demelza followed them to the kitchen.  Demelza yawned, “Okay, I’m gonna grab us a couple of bottles of water and head upstairs, yeah?”

Ross shook his head, “Sounds good.  I’ll be up as soon as I take care of Seamus.”

Demelza stood at the fridge and took off her shoes, unzipped her pants and took them off and laid them on the kitchen island, and then grabbed the water and headed upstairs. 

Ross came back inside with Seamus and locked the door and gave him some water and started to head upstairs.  He stopped at the island and noticed Demelza’s pants laying on it, along with her shoes.  He chuckled and picked them up and took them upstairs, groaning on the way up.

He found Demelza sitting on the bed attempting to remove her blouse but it was tangled with the scarf that she had worn to hide the love bites.  

Ross stood and looked at her fighting with her clothes.  “Oh love, here, let me help you before you rip your blouse.”  He was able to untangle the scarf and then worked on unbuttoning her blouse, “Demelza, my love, do you know what I found downstairs on the kitchen island?”

“Hmmm?”

Ross was starting to giggle at this point, “I found your pants and your shoes on the kitchen island!  I didn’t think you’d had that much to drink?”

“What did you say? Nooo, I don’t think that you drunk that much?  Did I?”

Ross couldn’t help but smile at this beautiful person before him.  This was only the second time he had seen Demelza tipsy, so it tickled him to watch her right now.   He sat down on the bed next to her and turned her back towards him so he could unhook her bra.  He started rubbing her back, “There, better?”

Demelza nodded her head.  “Mmmmuch better.  Thanks you much very for taking care of me, Ross.”

Ross couldn’t help but laugh at Demelza’s backward words.  “You’re welcome much very.” Ross started kissing the back of her neck and her back, giving her shivers.  Ross chuckled.  

Demelza jumped and gasped, “Ross!”

Ross jumped, “What?  What’s wrong?”

“We have to tell Drake!  We have to call him!” she exclaimed.

Ross closed his eyes and smiled, “We will baby, but tomorrow.  It’s too late tonight to call him tonight, yeah?”

“Oh yeah, right.”

“Right, I’m going to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed, okay?”

“Okay.  I love you Ross.”

Ross was giggling, “I love you too Demelza.  I’ll be right out in a bit.”

Ross went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.  Demelza took off her earrings and her bracelet and climbed under the covers to get comfortable.

Ross came out of the bathroom ready for a night of lovemaking to celebrate their engagement.  He stepped through the door in just his boxers, ready to give Demelza a corny, sexy pose, only to find her asleep under the blankets with a smile on her face, her red hair scattered on the pillow around her head.

He leaned against the door frame and just smiled at the vision in front of him.  “Oh well my love, there’s always tomorrow night.”  He tip-toed around the room to turn off the lights and climbed into bed beside her.  He leaned over and gently kissed her head and settled in behind her to wrap his arm around her.  “Good night my fiance!”

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The engagement ring Ross gave Demelza!  You might have to click on the link twice.

[sydneyofalltrades]

for the first time in.. checks watch.. A WHILE! We’re getting some monason for your feed thank you

It was 10pm. The sun was clearly gone from the sky. Midnight was on the corner of Moni’s bed, sleeping soundly.

But she couldn’t get any sleep. Maybe it was her horrible insomnia, maybe it was because her mind was too active.

She knew Noel was still awake, his body wouldn’t force him to sleep until 2am, but she didn’t wanna go talk to him. He was boring at night.

So she found her phone and called Mason, not expecting him to pick up.

But he did. “Moni? What are you doing awake at this time?”

She saw that he was clearly just woken up, his hair was wild and his eyes were unfocused. She bit her lip.

“Sorry, I just can’t sleep.”

Mason rubbed his eyes. “Moni. It’s 10:32. Sleep.”

Moni frowned. “Mason. I can’t. My body is wired. It won’t clock out until 12:15 in the morning.”

Mason grumbled to himself and sat up. “So, what am I gonna do? Wait here until you finally sleep?”

Moni shrugged. “I wouldn’t have woken you up if I didn’t need to talk to someone. Then again, I figured someone who works every spare minute of his life would be awake by 10.”

Mason yawned. “I was at the nursing home all day visiting my grandmother. And we have school tomorrow so I need to sleep early. You being an owl who survives off Red Bull and coffee should not have to ruin my sleep.”

Moni rolled her eyes. “You’re no fun. And it’s not my fault. I just got used to sleeping really really late.”

Mason paused. “It was them, wasn’t it?”

Moni didn’t respond. Mason didn’t expect her to.

“You know it’s in the past, right? They can’t hurt you anymore, Moni.”

Moni still didn’t answer. She knew exactly who he was talking about. She still had nightmares. They still haunt her.

“Hey, you know what?”

Moni turned to her phone. “What?”

She saw Mason get out of his bed. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

He hung up the phone and Moni blinked. What was that supposed to mean?

So she scrolled on her phone for a while until she got a text saying:

If you’d rather me not break your window with a decent sized rock, open the door downstairs

Moni stared at the text, but went downstairs. She opened the door and blinked.

“Mason?”

He grinned. “Told you I’d be here.”

Moni hugged him. “You know my brother’s awake right? And my mom is passed out on the couch.”

Mason paused. He didn’t think this through.

“We’ll take our chances.”

They both found their way to Moni’s bedroom, only getting caught by Noel asking for a charger.

“Oh, hey, Mason. I wouldn’t suggest doing anything stupid, Mom wakes up pretty quickly.”

Moni gave him a spare charger and shoved him out of the room. She sat on her bed.

“So what are you even here for anyway?”

Mason scoffed.

“Isn’t it obvious? To help you sleep.”

Moni stared at him. “Mason Lovett. You drove ten minute to my house in your pajamas and sweater to help me sleep?”

Mason nodded. “You fall asleep easier with support, so that’s what I’m here for.”

Moni nodded slowly. “Okay. Nice.”

She gently removed Midnight from her bed, but he woke up and hissed at her angrily.

“Shut up,” she said, but Mason patted his head and he calmed back down.

Moni placed her head on Mason’s chest. “You know, I’m actually glad you’re here.”

She felt his hand in her hair. Nowadays it was less menacing and more comforting.

“I am too, Monini. Now actually try to get some sleep.”

She tried. And was successful, they both slept peacefully through the night.

Until the alarm rang at 6 am and Noel opened up her hatch screaming “Wake up, lovebirds, we got shit to do!”