#but cool news: my fiance is probably gonna start doing sound for some of the metal bands in town bc their sound guy is kinda bad lol

[trashabilly]

bought a shirt at a local metal show last night and lost it immediately :(

pretty sure i tossed it on the couch when we stopped at home before the after party but didn't look for it when we got back at 3am bc i was a lil fucked up and i haven't been out that late in years

[system-of-a-feather]

Cyberpunk 2077

(TW Stigma)

I looked into it because my fiance said the beginning sounded like a fat DID mood and that the main character was dissociating, so I searched it up and found this beautiful thing. (Link)

And any hope that there was that it might be a good reference went down the drain in the first to paragraphs.

Cyberpsychosis is a mental illness, specifically a dissociative disorder, caused by an overload of cybernetic augmentations to the body.

Sounds fine and cool, maybe this new disorder for the world might shed some understanding on dissociative disorders

Those afflicted with cyberpsychosis are known as cyberpsychos, those who have existing psychopathic tendencies, enhanced by cybernetics, and as a result have lost their sense of identity as a person, either to themselves or others. They come to view regular people and other living things as weak and inferior. With their enhanced physical abilities and complete disregard for life, Cyberpsychos are extremely dangerous to anyone that crosses their path. Cyberpsychosis can affect anyone modified with cybernetics eventually, but the less empathetic or psychologically unstable a person is, the more susceptible they are to it.

There is no real cure, though treatment is available (see below). The effects are cumulative. A single cyber hand probably won't push you over the edge. Replace all four limbs and both eyes though, and you'll probably start down the slippery slope to madness. Cyberpsychosis symptoms are gradual, ranging from decay of self-preservation, distancing or disregard from friends and family, and poor or impulsive outbursts or acts. They start to identify more with machines than people, and stop doing things that used to give them pleasure (eating, sleeping, socializing, sex, etc). Eventually human interactions become irritating, and then irritation morphs into contempt, and finally violence.[2]Not all cyberpsychos are physically violent. Some have fragmented personalities, some are kleptomaniacs, others are compulsive liars. But violence towards living things, especially people, is most common.

Annnnd nevermind. I’m not gonna go running around saying CANCEL CYBERPUNK 2077 cause I haven’t played it, I don’t know the story, and I can’t judge how badly this is done

But to people out there playing it, please keep in mind

1) People with psychosis, antisocial personality disorder (”psychopathy”), and dissociative disorders do exist in the world and we aren’t dangerous or horrible

2) Psychosis =/= Psychopathy! They are very very very different things and its really tiring to hear people constantly mix them up.

3) Psychosis =/= Dissociation! One is a disconnect reality, one is a break from reality. They are also very very different things.

4) Having psychosis does not inherently make anyone dangerous!

5) Having psychopathy does not inherently make anyone dangerous!

6) Having a dissociative disorder does not inherently make anyone dangerous!

7) People with these disorders are not fated to eventually turn into violent and criminalistic indiiduals

8) People with “fragmented personalities” are REALLY not dangerous or crazy and are not going to kill you

9) People in this game are almost certainly not like anyone who has the disorder

10) Real people exist with these disorders and are just trying to get through day to day and are more likely to hurt themselves than they are you. Please be considerate~!

Thanks for reading, have fun with you game.

[acklesterritory]

Bad Ideas_Ch. 1

Hey guys, I'm back with a new story.

*First*: I want to apologize if I tagged you in case you didn't want to. Unfortunately I mixed up my tag list so please even if you don't read this story let me know if you're on my blog's

1. Dean tags or 2.series tags or 3.oneshot tags.

And reblog so the others see this post too. Thanks

**Second*I'm planning on finishing this story in 2 parts but sometimes it can take longer so no promises.

Dean x Reader

This chapter words~4k

Series Warning: +18, a/b/o relationships, Dom/Sub(No details. You know I hate spoilers), Angst, Smut, Unprotected sex (You're wiser that that), Cheating, Language, Hurt reader

Summary: She was supposed to get married and imprint her beloved wolf but what happens when a dominant hunter shows up to hunt them?

This chapter song: Wild by John legend feat Gary Clark Jr. Listen here

And I stole @jay-and-dean 's divider *sorry*

Happy reading and may you leave me something cause feedbacks are writer's fuel.

Mad, Sad, pretty, savage, seductive, crazy!

An obvious alpha.

I knew it from the first time I laid my eyes on her.

Couple of weeks ago I was at a luxury restaurant in my Fed suit to meet a businessman who could be involved in our new case. Doing that random investigation, I was getting convinced that there ain't any useful information and he was nothing but a waste of the time. So I excused myself and left the table to call Sam in the lobby. He had to know it was a dead end. But just when I was putting my phone back in my pocket, someone grabbed my arm from behind and pushed me against the wall out of blue.

"Say your name."

Wasn't my first time to face a seductive woman but for some unknown reason her whisper sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at her curves in that elegant black outfit.

"Listen. I got myself into this awful situation where I had to face this filthy woman announcing everyone in my birthday party that she was sleeping with my fiance. So before he show up to stop me, I need you to help them realizing something very important about me. And that help will be appreciated. So make your mind. You can just simply say your name and mention your price or I will kill you to make a scene and skip everyone's pitty looks part." She told me, running her right leg up, between my legs. To make me feel the bulge of her thigh holester underneath her dress: *She had a gun*

Wetting my lips, I looked down into her eyes for a second. She had some make up on but I knew enough to be sure that wild look couldn't be fake. She was a werewolf who probably had no idea what she got herself into.

"Name's Dean." I bit on my lip. Why I let her know my real name? I had no idea. I didn't want to think about it either. I just wanted to hold my gaze there, Letting myself to catch on those burning flames in her eyes.

"And sorry sweetheart. I'm off the sale."

I brought my lips closer to her ear so she could hear my whisper. However I hadn't to bend so much. Even without those elegant highheels, she was taller than a normal chick.

"What do you want, then?" She almost hissed on my lips before I pushed her back.

"Maybe I want you to be even more angry. Who knows?" I joked, distracting her for a second by my intentional smirk.

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" This time she surprised.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and peaked out the tongue to wet my lips when she turned around for a second to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching us.

"Just save my honor and then I'm yours. Kill, rape, torture. I don't mind anymore." There was no regret, shame or sorrow in her tone. She just stated it like a random proven fact. No hesitation, no hard feelings, no doubts. She was speaking like a smart commander in a war field, negotiating with her enemy to just save the day.

And to be honest I was stunned by that behavior. I know that I could resist her when she right away reached out but the thing is I didn't want to. As soon as she snaked her arms around my neck, her smell surrounded me like a trap. A captivating one. So pleasant! Then her lips were on mine in a shameless open-mouthed kiss. With her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes and immediately blood started to run wild in my veins. Every fiber, every cell were reacting to her warm body against my cold existence. It felt strange. I never was aroused by a kiss this fast. Not even when I was just a virgin teen.

"Y/n?!" A gruff voice called her. So she had to draw an unintentional groan out of me to break the kiss.

"That's him." She murmured on my lips. And I opened my eyes to look at a tall man in his fancy tuxedo. He was handsome. But not as much as he was wealthy. His watch could cost the whole hotel itself!

"What are you doing?" Eyes burning, he stared at me. Like he was watching the most terrible scene ever in his life.

"Well, ..." She smiled mischievously, getting out of my arms to stand next to me.

"Just enjoying my heat with a man who actually can handle it." She stated, smiling with her head up, radiating power.

"What..." The man's gaze shifted between us in disbelief.

"What do you ... what does ..." He was getting red by anger. And it seemed she couldn't care less.

"This is a break up, Jamie. I'm done with your endless excuses. I'm done with you, sleeping around while you can't even satisfy my needs in the bed. I need a better man."

*well, shit*

"You're … how you … can …" The man stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked around and found out people were gathering around us slowly. From the corner of my eyes I spotted two hunk in suits in front of the main door. They were definetaly bodyguards.

"That's it. We are done." She announced while everyone held their breath; watching her taking off her ring and throwing it toward her newly "ex".

"Y/N! …" The man took a step forward. His eyes were on fire and rage. Still his tone was soft, unlike his rough voice. "You can't do this. It's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed, tilting her head. Everyone could see how her fangs looked perfectly white and sharp: Ready, challenging, threatening!

"Is that so, Jamie?" She mocked before bringing out her phone out of her tiny clutch, throwing it to the guy after playing a video on it. By the noises I could hear, it was a sex type that made the man sweating bullets in no time.

"Now get the fuck out of my way and out of my life." She retorted, grabbing my hand. And as I was planning to win over the two bodyguards who mightly would stop us, we just reached to the main front door.

"Miss Y/l/N …" To my surprise, one of the bodyguards approached us politely. looking cool, calm, and all in control.

"You two can go home, Mark. I'm gonna spend the night with …" She hesitated and shut her eyes for a second to remember my name:

"… Dee. We probably need some private time for the next few days. I'll call you when I feel I need to get back home. But til that, I don't want any interruptions." She declared and by her steady and sure tone I could say she used to talk with them.

"But …"

"Just don't let Jamie get close to me ever again." She cut the bodyguard's word carelessly and then turned her face to look at me.

"You got any car?"

"Of course I do." I gave her my most proud smile.

"Ok then. Let's go out of here. I don't want to even take one more breath in here anymore."

I watched enough movies and read enough comics and slept with enough women to know that Y/n was a whole different savage alpha.

She was on the baby's seat in just her one single layer fancy dress that barely covered her body while it was freezing cold outside. To the point I could feel the chill in my FBI suit and coat the moment we walked out of the hotel. And still she protested me when I turned on baby's heater.

"She was pregnant." She said bluntly, a few minutes later, looking out of the window like she could see anything in road at that dark night through baby's steamed up glass.

I looked over her and catch a glimpse of her tears before she could wipe them.

"I can't believe he did this to me. Out of all the people, Jamie was the last one I expected him to betray me." She was hurting but her voice wasn't shaky. She still sounded more angry than sad.

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the chick misused the hit of a moment to trick him."

*Why I'm defending him? He is a freaking werewolf!*

I had no idea! Maybe I was trying to soothe her pain. But Why?

"Yeah, maybe. But after all he is the one who let the devil in!" Her sound wasn't more than a whisper but it woke the old screams of my guiltyconscience in my head:

*How many times I had let the devil get in me?*

"Screw him." She said through her clenched teeth. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Screw him. Screw dad. And screw the whole royal pack. Screw everything!"

I sighed, knowing she will be angry for a while. So I turned on the radio, changing the stations to find something that might distract her. I just didn't need to watch that lady's upcoming tears.

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

The rhythm catched my attention immediately. It sounds like a nice song. A comforting one.

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

"Where is the lie, Baby? I always do." I chuckled, enjoying how the song perfectly suit us.

"Are you talking to me or to your old ass car?"

I was so ready to make Y/n regret that harsh remark, yet when I turned to give her my deadliest frown, she got me almost chocked on my tongue.

"Wha …"

A lace black lingerie hanging around the right knee, she had her legs wide open on my passenger seat‌, playing with her bare core with her delicate fingers while her left foot was using dashboard to support her weight.

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

Her right strap dropped when she jolted in her sex fever, almost revealing whole of her bare chest. And all of this was happening while she still had her eyes closed, panting in pain. I felt like I lost the ability to even form a God damn sound.

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

"What … are you … doing?!" My voice sounded horrible, scratchy and far. I darted my tongue to wet my lips but my mouth was already dry by watching her. It was no surprise that she didn't noticed my question. She was already lost in her body. Her neck was glistening under road's occasional faint lights and now all I could feel was her warmth in the small room of the car, already surrendered to her astounding smell, in middle of a freaking winter night.

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

I jumped out of my skin when a sudden honk drew my attention out … to the road and I finally noticed the truck that could crash us to hell if I couldn't rotate the wheel just on time.

*Dang* Something beside me hit the windshield the moment I stepped on the break. Then a shattering sound cut the air.

"Y/N!" I screamed, trying to pull over without making any other mess.

"Hey … you hear me?" I asked as I turned to see her face buried in her hairs on the dashboard. A part of the windshield was broken in an oval shape, broken pieces scattered mostly on the passenger side while the rest of it had some cracks on.

"Y/N!" I called her again but when I couldn't get any answer, I get out of the car to circulate baby and open the passenger door.

"Hey … look here, can you hear me?" I pulled her carefully back, to rest her head against the seat, securing her neck between my hands. That was when my eyes catched on the sight of a deep cut on her forehead, right under the hair line. And it was bleeding.

"Y/n?"

She moaned, goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere around my fingers.

"I think I need to lay down on the back seat." She said, before opening her eyes.

"Are you in pain?" I couldn't help myself, not knowing why I suddenly would care that much?

She smiled and I reached to wipe the oozing blood on my thumb.

"I got a first-aid box in my trunk. Just wai…"

Before I could finish my saying and right as I started to withdraw, she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"No, help me to the back seat." For a second I got lost in her eyes, feeling an odd fultter in the dip of my stomach, pulling me like a meaningless swarf toward the magnet of her wondrous touch.

"Please."

Mostly humans know that drinking sea water or getting hit by a gunshot can cause their death. But could that knowledge stop them from exploring oceans or fighting for their honor in the war fields?

"Dean …"

"Alright."

Well, I was a human too. A human who could be attracted to unknowns, being aware that it could be very dangerous. Or maybe more marvelous.

"You ok?" I asked as soon as I had her on my back seat, gazing at the sweat running down on the side of her face while one of my legs were resting inside of car, the other: still out, planted on the ground.

"I think I've hurt my back." I spotted a tremor in her voice as she avoided my puzzled look and stared down to her lap like she was hiding a secret there. Was that weapon still hidden there in that holster?

I checked my gun to be where it should've been. If she (as a werewolf) was up to kill me (as a hunter), I knew this could be her best shot. And honestly if It was me, I would've used the same trick.

"Are you gonna wait there for the rest of the night?" She raised her eyebrows and instantly hissed as the deep cut on her forehead got wrinkled with this simple move.

Taking a deep breath, I pulling myself completely in and closed the door behind. Well, I was aware that without any way out, she could've killed me much easier. But what kind of human could touch the moon without taking any fetal risk?

However I still didn't want to hurt her. So I hoped she wouldn't do what an enemy should do.

As I was all ready to confront her attack, she slightly turned her back to me. Then she grabbed her long hair and put them aside, giving me the access to her spine.

"Can you check it for me?"

Well, if she wanted to play, I was game too. In the end, I had killed enough werewolves to know how I could manage an alpha one like her. But … it was about something more. Something way stronger: A wild need and an ancient desire to touch her bare skin on my fingertips, tongue and teeth. A perfect example of a hunter and his prey. And yet … I was feeling like the first man who was about to discover the fire too.

"Do you want me to unzip it?" I asked to be sure. Never wanted her to feel like I would hurt her honor just because we were enemies. Even when touching her was all I could think about at the moment.

"Yes, please." She whispered and I noticed the same burning wish in her soft tone. So I couldn't help my fingers run their way on her back and touch the velvety fabric of her outfit.

She inhaled loudly as I unzipped the dress, watching the goosebumps raising on her skin as I was tracking down on her spine.

"I don't think you got any wound here."

"Then why I'm in pain?" She asked, leaning back to me. And I subconsciously pulling her dress down, not knowing why my everything wanted to touch her more?

"Hunter." Her breaths got quickened and as she rested her head back on my right shoulder and nuzzled her nose in my neck, I could tell she was still burning up.

"I'm in heat." She said, panting. And that was the moment I realized she was already lost by just imagining me inside of her.

"Y/n …"

"Dean ..." She whined as her hand found the side on my head.

"Dean, I need you." With that she pushed me down to claim my lips in a lustful kiss.

I could be a caveman or a scientist, or even an astronaut but for sure she was more than a thunderstorm or the electricity or even the mars itself.

"Ah … " She whimpered, her body twisted in my arms, like an angry wounded animal that was seeking for a remedy. From her owner.

"This is such a bad idea." I said as my hands grabbed her waist, trying to control her moves when she started to roll her hips impatiently.

"That's what people always say. To Galileo, To Da Vinci, even to ..." She claimed, taking my fingers with her delicate ones, to guide my hands up on her body.

" … to whoever with … " I stole her breath as my hands reached to her soft breasts.

"With the …"

She took a shaky breath to keep herself together. But I was that man who just had landed on the moon and now wasn't able to stop trying. So I grazed my teeth on the skin of her neck, marking her with a hickey right as I squeezed her breasts, giving her aroused nipples the special attention they deserved with my thumbs. Well, she fought to not fall apart and I had to fill her blank spaces:

"Best ideas?" I asked before biting on her lips, feeling the burning heat that was coming out of her skin. Could moon ever be the sun too?

"Hunter!" She almost cried as my left hand travels down on her belly and hips to find her already swelled bud and part her labia. "HUNTER!"

This time she really screamed as my thumb brushed her bud again while my other two digits sank in her warm core. Her walls sucked on my fingers.

"OH GOD!"

I was still rubbing her nipple with my other hand when she dug her nails in my arms.

"No!" She gasped.

"No? I thought you said it's not a bad idea."

I whispered before taking her earlobe between my teeth and pulled on it as her back fought hard to arch against my body. She got speechless, drown in whatever the black hole we both had fallen into. Now time and place were lost for us so I tightened my arms more around her body.

"Shush, alpha. Take it easy." I said as I removed my fingers from where I was making her weak. And that was out of the bare truth of a human's nature. We love to possess and we love to own. Even if it's the moon and the sun or maybe a lost star in the Infinity of the universe.

She jolted forward in ecstasy and I had to grabbed her wrists firmly before she could end herself: "No."

"Please! … God." She whimpered. Thighs shaking with need and thirst. But I knew better.

"My name is Dean."

But what else could make a negligible creature like me feel like a God more than this wolf of women during her pleasure?

I kissed her shoulder and hugged her from behind, letting her cool down as our warmth were mixing in the small room of the car. She was panting again.

"Come here."

I turned her chin toward my face, tasting her lips in an open mouthed and yet tender kiss, taking my time to draw some deep moans out of her chest.

Til she was nothing more than a pounding heart or a throbbing mess and a mind which had already got blind by lust.

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

"Deeaaaan!" She rubbed her thighs against each other, trying her best to control her wild necessity to come. I could tell it was making her mad cause now she couldn't even sit up in my lap.

"Lay down, sweetheart" I encouraged. And as she did, I got rid of our clothes as soon as I could. When I was done, I noticed her passionate gaze on me.

"You'll be the death of me!" She admitted and I bent to lick her along her jaw.

"No, I need you alive. We still got some dirty work to do."

My whisper made her shiver. And moan. Again and again.

Looking down, I watched how her body were twisting under me, once more rubbing her thights together as I was holding her wrists up beside her head.

"Open up, alpha." I commended, reaching to her core, making her pants in pain as I mercilessly squeezed her bud.

She took another shaky breath, as she parted her legs for me. So I take the advantage to lube myself with her juice as she was already dripping.

"I said don't come yet." I slapped her breast and bent to bite her hard on the other one, sliding myself in her velvety heaven.

"DEAN!" She cried and her eyes rolled. And I tried to freeze this image in my mind. Could a God be more proud of himself?

But It was just the beginning. I decided to start my favorite rhythm to slam into her. And kept watching her bliss and how her soft and round breast were bouncing every time out hips met.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. I know you can." I could not stopped my smile when I realized she'd almost fainted, fighting against her mad orgasm.

"Aa…ha." She tried to answer but it sounded more like a painful moan which I muffled it in a kiss. Sweet and sore. Wet and shameless. We now were a part of one another. The mystery was solved. The cold God was melting in the arms of the sun. The man kind had won the moon.

"Come." I groaned and her walls clenched around me, sucking me inside of her.

Her back arched violently and I had to clutched at the leather seats to keep myself up when an unstoppable rush of pleasure hit both of us.

And just like that, we made the big trouble. The gravity that could swallow our futures all together …

"To be continued".

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[seanfalco]

Want | Priest!Kay x Reader {Part I}

Fandom: Season of the Witch Modern!AU Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None yet, other than maybe some sacrilege? (I’m not Catholic and I know this is probably not going to be everyone’s cup of tea) but there will be smut in later parts.

a/n: I got this prompt (below) & at first wasn’t sure what to do for it, until @midnightseance inspired the idea & @immortalled encouraged me to go for it lol. Thank you two for being my sounding boards 💛

Prompt: Initially I wasn’t gonna request anything because I... didn’t really have anything in mind but then I had a brain blast. I request you writing something you’ve really wanted to write but maybe have talked yourself out of. Like something you thought no one would want- like this is your sign this is your signal. I want to read it! Watching you write something your heart is fully in is one of my favorite things i’ve seen since following you. It doesn’t matter what it is I want to see it!!

Requested by: Anonymous

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You’d always thought Catholic churches were gorgeous — the architecture, the sculptures, the stained glass windows — so why did you feel this gut churning sense of dread at the sight as you approached.

“You sure I’m not gunna burst into flame as soon as we cross the threshold, like in some sort of horror movie?” you leaned in to whisper in your fiance’s ear and he scoffed.

“If that actually happened in real life, then I probably would’ve spontaneously combusted years ago,” he answered wryly, his eyes flicking to his parents on his other side.

“Right,” you muttered, taking a deep breath as you passed through the large double doors with the rest of the parishioners.

The inside was just as beautiful as the outside and you gaped at the sprawling windows, glittering colourfully as the sun hit them just right, while trying not to think about how anxious you felt. As you filed into the pew with your fiance and his parents, you could feel eyes on you from all sides as people whispered under their breath.

“Is that Matthew’s fiance? She looks rather plainer than I’d expected.”

“Is it true they’re having the ceremony here? She’s not even Catholic.”

“Well, she must be converting.”

Sinking down in the pew, you felt very out of place, and it was obvious to those around you that you were an outsider. You’d never been to a Catholic Mass before, much less any church service, really, and truth be told you weren’t really sure if you even believed or not, but this was what your fiance’s family wanted, though you knew he didn’t really care either way.

Matthew wasn’t exactly what you’d call a good Catholic boy — you’d definitely performed several cardinal sins with him already: sex before marriage, masturbation, use of contraceptives, the list goes on. But either way it wasn’t like you had much of a choice in the matter, you were joining the Catholic Church for better or for worse.

Soon the service began and you listened quietly, trying to pay attention, but amidst all the standing, sitting, and kneeling, you were getting dizzy trying to remember it all, and you tried to follow your fiance’s lead, but you were always a beat behind the rest, feeling more self conscious by the minute.

What are you doing here? you asked yourself for about the tenth time, grimacing as you quickly sat once more, glancing around hastily. It was obvious you didn’t belong, and your fiance didn’t even seem to care. In fact, he didn’t seem to be paying attention at all.

And that was when you saw him, quite possibly the last person you had expected to see.

Stepping up to the pulpit, he was dressed in black robes and a white collar, but you’d recognize him anywhere -- those wild curls, kind eyes, and breathtaking smile.

Kay.

Your Kay— no, not anymore. He’d gone to seminary school and you were marrying someone else, remember?

He was older now, and even from where you sat you could see the faint lines creasing his face, but he was still as gorgeous as you remembered him and your heart constricted for a moment as memories assailed you, overwhelming you — of awkward fumblings in the back of your car, of stumbled “I love you’s” for the first time, of —

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?”

Matthew’s voice in your ear snapped you out of your thoughts and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or annoyed.

“Huh? What do you mean?” you replied, trying to compose yourself, though you still felt like you couldn’t quite catch your breath.

“You went white as a sheet,” Matthew answered with a frown and you shook your head, your eyes returning to Kay.

“Is that your Priest?” you asked instead and your fiance glanced at you curiously.

“Yeah, he’s pretty new though, why?”

“He’s uhm, he’s just so… so young,” you whispered, stumbling over your words. “I thought priests were usually supposed to be, you know… old?”

Matthew snorted softly. “Don’t tell me you have the hots for him too.”

“What?” you hissed, glancing past him to see if his parents had overheard; they hadn’t seemed to and Matthew merely looked amused.

“Oh yeah, he’s rather popular with the other church girls, but I can’t see it,” he scoffed and your lips twitched angrily.

“I dunno, I can see the appeal,” you murmured under your breath. “I think he’s rather handsome.”

Your fiance rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever,” he mumbled and you ignored him, turning back to the front. For a moment Kay’s gaze seemed to pass over you and he froze, his words dying on his tongue as he faltered, his eyes going wide with shock, and he hastily cleared his throat, unable to look away.

Smiling uncertainly, you met his gaze and his reaction seemed to answer the unvoiced question that had been plaguing you since he’d stepped up to the pulpit.

Clearly, he remembered you.

What were the odds that he’d be the priest here, you thought, settling back in your seat. It seemed like some sort of cruel cosmic joke, taunting you. Or maybe it’s a sign? a little voice in the back of your head whispered. Maybe, you agreed hesitantly… if you believed in that sort of thing.

——

The rest of the sermon seemed to go by much quicker, though every time Kay’s eyes passed over you he seemed to tense slightly, while your knotted stomach would give a flutter, too lost in memories you hadn’t thought of in years to remember much of the message.

So when your fiance’s mom asked you what you thought of the homily, you had to lie through your teeth, sorry God, and hope she didn’t question you further.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really paying attention either,” Matthew muttered as you filed out of the sanctuary after his parents and turned down a side hall toward the Parish office.

Shit, you thought frantically, you’d almost forgotten you were to meet with the Priest after Mass to speak about converting and beginning that process. Which meant you’d be meeting with Kay. Great.

“Ah, Father, there you are, lovely sermon,” Matthew’s mother exclaimed and you gave a start, your heart leaping into your throat as you turned to find Kay approaching.

Cool it, [y/n], you told yourself, trying to calm your pounding heart. How many years has it been? Besides, you’re getting married and he’s a fucking priest for Christ’s sake —shit, sorry, God. He chose this life over you, remember that.

“Father, this is our soon to be daughter-in-law, [y/n].”

Shit, you were being introduced, say something, [y/n].

Luckily, before you could decide whether to pretend you’d never met before or explain that you already knew each other, Kay was reaching out to shake your hand, and wordlessly you slipped your hand in his.

“How do you do?” he murmured, holding onto you a beat longer than was proper, but you didn’t exactly want to let go either.

“Good, I’m good,” you managed to stammer, his smile still doing things to your pulse.

“So, uhm, shall we step into my office?” he asked, finally letting go of your hand, almost seeming to have forgotten he was still holding it.

“Actually, we’ll be on our way. She’s in your hands now, Father,” your future in-laws exclaimed, and you waved as they exchanged a few more pleasantries before making their exit.

“Do I need to be part of this meeting too?” Matthew asked suddenly, as soon as his parents had gone and you turned to frown at him, sharp suspicion filling you, but you kept your mouth shut and swallowed it, not wanting to cause a scene in front of Kay.

“I… I suppose not,” Kay answered hesitantly, and a look of relief flashed across your fiance’s face.

“Sorry to run. I’ll see you later, hun,” he exclaimed, planting a distracted kiss to the top of your head before striding away, already pulling his phone from his pocket and you scowled after him.

“Sure, make me go through all this for you and then don’t even stick around,” you muttered under your breath as you watched him go.

“Er… shall we?” Kay prompted, holding his office door open and you gave a small jolt, shaking yourself out of your thoughts to enter the dark room, Kay reaching for the light switch as he followed.

“Have a seat,” he offered, gesturing to the set of chairs facing his desk before hanging up his robes and taking a seat as well, facing you. “[y/n],” he exclaimed, familiarity leeching into his voice now that you were alone. “To say I’m surprised to see you here would be a bit of an understatement.”

“That makes two of us,” you replied, looking around his office.

“It’s been so long,” he murmured, gazing down at his hands, “you look so —it’s uh, it’s good to see you,” he said, cutting himself off and you desperately wished you knew what he had been going to say instead.

“You look good,” you replied, offering him a hesitant smile, your eyes flicking over him. “Am I supposed to call you Father, or--? Because, I’ll be honest, that’s kinda weird,” you admitted, and Kay grimaced slightly.

“I mean technically you’re supposed to, but…” he paused to clear his throat, “—I agree, it is a little … strange,” he admitted as well and you were glad to see he hadn’t changed too much.

“Right? It’s too close to calling you ‘daddy’,” you muttered, realizing too late what you’d just said, feeling your face heat with embarrassment, as across from you, Kay had turned nearly as red as you felt, and he quickly cleared his throat, hooking his finger under his collar in discomfort.

“Let’s uhm, let’s talk about what you’ll need to do to join the Church,” he said, quickly changing the subject and you heaved a breath, thankful to ignore that awkwardness.

“Right, yeah,” you agreed. “So, what exactly do I have to do?”

Composing himself, Kay folded his hands atop his desk. “Well, usually new converts wishing to become baptized in the Catholic Church have to attend a series of classes for nearly a year—“

“A year?” you yelped, cutting him off, your eyes widening at the thought.

“—But,” Kay continued wryly, “we usually make exceptions for those marrying into the Church, letting them join on a more condensed timeline, opting for uh...private lessons,” he explained, his voice constricting at the word private.

“So… you’re saying I’ll be taking one on one lessons... with you?” you asked, chewing the inside of your lip. This sounds like a bad idea.

You were already painfully aware of the fact that you’d never truly gotten over your feelings for Kay and now you’d be spending one on one time with him on a weekly basis, all the while knowing it was only so you could enter into a marriage you didn’t truly want. Already your heart was racing and your mind was reeling with memories all clamoring for your attention.

You didn’t know if you could do this. If you should do this.

But part of you wanted to, if only to be close to him again.

“Will that… be a problem?” Kay asked slowly, as if he had to force the words out.

“No,” you answered quickly, “no, that sounds good.”

Liar.

“Are-are you sure? I mean, with our, ahh… history, I wouldn’t want —“

“I don’t want anyone else.”

At your words Kay’s eyes widened and you could practically hear his breath hitch from where you sat and for a moment neither of you spoke, the words hanging in the air like a confession and you felt your face once more grow hot.

“I mean, I don’t want anyone else for a teacher,” you amended, clutching your hands together in your lap.

I want you.

“Oh, y-yes, that’s… that’s good,” Kay murmured, taking a deep breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “We’ll start next week then.”

You nodded as you stood. “Sounds good to me.”

“[y/n]—“

Opening his office door, you hesitated, glancing back at him as he quickly called your name.

“Yes… Father?”

Kay swallowed thickly. “It… it truly is good to see you again.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, it is. Til next week, then.”

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A Love That Lasts│Epilogue

A Love That Lasts │ Epilogue

Synopsis: You’ve spent the last two years, helping your very handsome next door neighbor raise his adorable daughter. The two of you fell into a routine before you knew it. And now you had this little family. You couldn’t help but fall for him.

Genre: Parent!Au, Dad!Bang Chan, Fluff, Nonidol!Au, Smut

Word Count: 3044

Part I │Part II │Part III │Part IV │Part V

A Love That Lasts Masterlist

Masterlist. AO3

“Today’s the day! Today’s the day! Today’s the day!” Minseo jumped up and down on her father’s bed, waking him up with a belly flop. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around his daughter, kissing her hair softly and pulling her back into bed.

“Why are you so full of energy?” he smiled into her fluffy hair. “I’m the one getting married”

“Because after today I have a Mom!” she chimed. 

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to look at his daughter. “You’re really happy about this aren’t you?”

“The happiest!” she beamed. “This is gonna be so cool! I get a Mom, and two new grandparents and it’s the best” She hugged him as tight as she could “And grandmas helped me pick out a dress and it’s so pretty!”

“Baby a lot is gonna change, I want you to let me know if it gets overwhelming.” he looked down at her sincerely.

“I’m fine!”

“You’re getting a mom… I’m getting a wife...we’re moving into a new house...our family is getting bigger- wow in laws… in laws that probably hate me...” he mumbled to himself, a frown forming as it finally all sank in just how much his life was gonna change in the matter of a few hours.

 “You ok Daddy?” you pouted pressing the furrow between his brows.

“I think I’m getting cold feet…” he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“I’ll get you socks!” she chimed, wiggling out of his arms.

You were prepared for a stressful wedding. The planning process proved to be more challenging than all your years of med school and your residence. Dealing with not only your overbearing mother, but also Chan’s. Every decision you made followed by another five. You were happy to get this wedding over with.

You wanted nothing more than to just legally call Chan your husband and Minseo your daughter. “Just a few more hours” you sighed. 

You frowned looking down at your phone while getting your hair done. The last time you saw him was yesterday afternoon since your mom was so superstitious. She made you stay in your childhood, not wanting Chan to see you until your wedding. You texted him the moment you woke up but he hadn’t said anything back. You know he read the message, it was so unlike him to not reply but it was your wedding day perhaps he was just overwhelmed getting ready. 

Minseo ran inside the hair salon with your mom trailing behind her. “Today’s the day!” she cheered running into your arms. 

A smile instantly appeared on your face as you kissed her cheek. “Today is the day!” you grinned, nuzzling her nose. “You ready to get your hair and nails done?”

She nodded “Can I have matching nails with you?” 

“Of course you can Baby” your eyes softened, squishing her face. “I missed you, did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm! But I wish you were home”

“Me too” you pouted “How did your Dad sleep? Was he ok this morning?”

“He slept well~ But he has cold feet! I gave him extra socks before I left”

You frowned “Cold feet huh?” she smiled, shaking her head. “Well you were super smart to give him extra socks” you touched her nose. “Thank you”

“Minseo, let’s get your nails started” your mom called out to her walking her over to the nail tech, to sit with Chan’s mom. 

You sighed when your mom walked over to you, crossing her arms over her chest. “Mom please don’t start” you knew exactly where this conversation was going. 

“The boy has cold feet, what are the chances you think he’s actually going to show up?” she whispered to you not wanting to make a scene. 

“Here we go again” you rolled your eyes “Mom it’s a wedding, everyone gets nervous. Stop making this into a direct attack on Chris”

“Maybe you’re rushing into things”

“And there it is”  you looked to your mom and shook your head. 

You introduced Chan and Minseo to your parents not too long after you started dating. They always knew about them since you talked so fondly of your neighbors but they weren’t too surprised you started dating. Your mother just wasn’t too fond of you dating a man that had a child. She instantly fell in love with Minseo the moment they met, who couldn’t? She was a bundle of joy. But she always looked at Chan like he wasn’t good enough. Both your parents were Doctors, you were their only daughter and sure, your relationship with Chan wasn’t conventional, but it never was. You knew she looked down on him, even if she didn’t explicitly say it. 

“Mom I’m not having this conversation again, especially not on my wedding day.” You glanced down the salon and looked at Minseo animatedly speaking to her grandma and smiled. “I love Chris and Minseo so much…And I know it’s not what you wanted. I know that you would rather me marry some doctor with no kids and that we started a family once we got married but I chose this. I fought this feeling I had for him for years and I’m tired...I just want to be with the man I love. Chris has been my family long before this wedding”

“Look, I understand that you have feelings for Chris, he’s a nice young man, but-”

“No buts. No more buts.”

“What about the girl's mother? Is she really out of the picture? Who abandons their daughter?”

“The girl has a name. And Minseo is my daughter now. As for her mother, Chris will tell me when he’s ready I’m not pushing him on this.”

“But”

“No. Who I marry is a nonnegotiable.” you stood up, moving over to the makeup artist table. 

Bickering with your mom was nothing new, especially when she got a little too pushy, But you did wish that Chan would at least respond to your text to ease your mind. 

After a few hours of hair and makeup, you stared at yourself in the mirror, a little speechless. You were really doing this, you were gonna be married. You smoothed down the dress, running your hand over the embroidered lace. You had that ah-ha moment when you were dress shopping but there was something about seeing it all put together. 

Hearing the little chime of your ringtone you frowned. There was no reason that Felix should be calling you a few minutes before the wedding. Taking a deep breath you answered. “Hey?”

“Hey~” his tone a little too casual given the timing. “Um… so you must be wondering why I’m calling”

You sighed heavily “Felix what is it?”

“Ok, don’t be mad but-”

“Don’t start with don’t be mad!”

“See now you already sound mad and I’m too scared to tell ya”

“Felix!”

“I may have misplaced something…”

“You’re the best man Felix! Did you lose the wedding rings?”

“I’m offended! Those rings cost more than the down payment on my car” he scoffed. “They are safely tucked away in my blazer”

“Then what did you lose? Oh no, was it Chris’s tux?”

“Nah, I lost Chris”

“You what?! What do you mean! Felix!”

“See I asked you not to get mad, and yelling sounds a lot like being mad”

“How the hell did you lose a person?”

“I don’t need the attitude, he’s a lot faster than Minseo and can cover a lot more ground, I didn’t know he was a flight risk” he sighed “Look Jisung is calling him, and I’m checking around the venue, I’ll keep you updated”

“Please do…” you shook your head, hanging up. 

Well this was a turn of events. Your wedding planner made sure you had at least three back up plans for any other decision you made but there was no plan for a run away groom. You looked at the time, there was still thirty minutes before you had to be in the wedding hall, so you figured you’d look for your fiance. You needed to make sure he was ok, especially since he never shut you out before. You switched out of your strappy heels and into a pair of sneakers, hiking up your dress so that you could see your feet. 

There was a small knock at the door before it cracked open. You looked up and your eyes met a very tired Chan. He chuckled seeing you slip on your sneakers. “Runaway bride?” he grinned leaning on the door frame. 

You released a relieved sigh. “I’m not the runaway! Your groomsmen said you left?”

He laughed before walking inside and closing the door behind him. “I literally told Changbin that I was going to the venue first because I needed to talk to you” He took your hands into his rubbing his thumbs over your skin. “You look so beautiful…” his dark brown eyes practically twinkling as he looked at you. “Wow…” his cheek dimpled as his smile widened, he spun you in his hands as he took you in. 

You shyly looked at him, the warm way he stared at you making you more embarrassed than ever. “Should I be concerned that you wanted to talk to me before the wedding?” you frowned a bit “You’ve been ghosting me all day”

He gave you a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry...I just needed some time” 

“To think about us…?”

“No, not us” he smiled “We’re solid. I love you...but” he brought your fingers to his lips. “I just...I felt a little guilty. I wanna give you all of me...but I just..I’m a little worried that all of me isn’t enough...”

“Chris…” you frowned, taking his hand and bringing him over to the couch to sit with you. “You’re more than enough...if you didn’t know that then I’m...I’m not showing you how much I love everything about you…”

“I have a ways to go...but I always try my hardest...I’m not there yet but I’m trying-”

“You are perfect.” your tone, absolute. There was not a single thought in your mind of how perfect he was for you. 

“Your parents must hate me...They raise a beautiful, independent kind doctor and she settles for a single parent who make music-”

“Hey, that’s my soon to be husband you’re talking about. I’m not gonna let anyone trash talk you Chris, including you.” you squeezed his hand “And that last time I checked, I was the one marrying you not my parents.”

“But-”

“No buts. Yes you’re a parent. A parent of the literal light of my life, I can’t imagine my life without Minseo...I love her so much and you being her father will never be a negative...and yes you make music, you pour your heart into your passion and I love watching how you light up when you talk about it…. Chris I’m not settling for you in any capacity. I chose you to be my partner, my best friend, my soulmate, and my husband”

He let out that shy sweet giggle he had that you loved so much, his shoulders shrugging along with it. “I still don’t think I’m good enough but I’ll try to be…”

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life as your partner, showing you that you are more than enough” you leaned in pressing a sweet kiss against his lips.

“I love you...and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure that you always think I’m enough.. I’m really happy you’re gonna be my wife” he grinned at you pressing his forehead against yours. 

“Any more concerns? I want to rid you of your worries” you smiled lovingly at him. 

“I want to give you the world…”

“Chris you already have… You and Minseo are my whole world”

He pulled back, lacing his fingers with yours. There was something else that’s been weighing in the back of his mind, he always pushed it away because there was never a proper time to bring it up. He wanted to get married once, and to be fair to you he figured he should finally come clean about his life. “I wasn’t planning on telling you this minutes before we got married but...About Minseo’s mom…”

“Chris you don’t have to” you were always curious, but there was just something about his eyes that made you not push further. 

“But I want you to, I want to be fair to you...To know me” he took your hand placing it over his heart. “Know all of me…”

“Then, I’m here for you”

And for the first time in five years he opened up to someone. Felix and his parents were the only people who really knew the details. But there was something about coming clean to you that made him feel like a huge weight was lifted. He told you about his first love. The first person he gave his heart to, and the first time he dealt with heartbreak. She was stubborn, strong, independent, and dedicated to her job. Everything that he loved her for became the reason they broke up. 

“We didn’t plan for Minseo, but we did everything to prepare for her. To make sure she was loved. I was surprised at first but the moment I heard her heartbeat I knew I was going to do everything I could to protect her….As I got more invested in all of the prenatal care, my girlfriend seemed to lose a part of herself… It was like she powered through it… She was never the type to want to be a mom but I thought she changed her mind...But as soon as Minseo was born she left. Gave me full custody and a goodbye letter.”

Your eyes watered hearing his story, seeing the pain in his eyes. You pulled him into a tight hug, rubbing his back softly. 

“Despite that… I don’t hate her... Because in the end, it was just so her...She couldn’t be tied down and I used to love her for that… And I thought I could change her... that maybe she’d pick me and our child and stay with us” he let out a broken and bitter laugh. “But if she stayed we would have been miserable...She would have resented me...Minseo wouldn’t have had a happy home, and for that I have no regrets” he looked up at you sheepishly, giving you such a sad smile. “If you’ll still have me… I’m all yours.”

There were no words of comfort you could offer him. Because this was a wound that he’s already healed. It was just one that he’s kept hidden. There was nothing more you could do to heal it, but you could show him that you love him, and everything he came with. “Christopher, I’ve told you before… I'm your partner, I’m not going anywhere”

“Promise?” and there was something about how he looked up to you with his big, warm, brown eyes. The vulnerable look of hope as he held his pinky out. You couldn’t help but smile at how similar he was to Minseo. 

“Promise” you wrapped your pinky around his, pressing your thumbs together, sealing the promise. “You ready to get married?”

“Absolutely” 

“I’m gonna go wait for you down the aisle” he pecked your lips again before heading out. 

You couldn’t help but smile, practically beaming and watching him leave. It was go-time. You changed back into your heels and took a deep breath. One final longing look at yourself before your father came in. “You ready?” Your dad watched you warmly, a smile never leaving his face. “You look so beautiful” he pulled you into the biggest warmest hug. “I can’t believe I have to give you away”

You laughed leaning into your dad as he walked you toward the hall. “You and mom both”

“Your mom means well...You know how she is?”

“I do but I just wished she wasn’t so hard on Chris...He works hard, he does what he loves and makes sure that his daughter wants for nothing. I appreciate him...I fell in love with his kindness first...Dad, he’s my home”

“I’m gonna be honest I thought he was an opportunist, and I didn’t see what he offered you at first but...the way you look at him… the way you stand up to your mother...how you are with Minseo. I see it.” he smiled, rubbing your back softly. “You chose your home and I’ll love and respect you for it.”

“Thanks Dad…”

He kissed your forehead as you reached the wedding hall, the music from the piano chiming as they anticipated you. “You will always be my Baby… but you’re gonna be that man’s wife, and that sweet little girl's mom.. You ready for that responsibility?”

“I am” the sureness in warmness in your voice was all the reassurance he needed. Your mom would come around eventually, but for now having your father's support and the love of your new family gave you the strength to support Chris.

As the doors swung open your eyes instantly went to your fiance standing by the altar, Minseo in his arms, eyes practically sparkling as she happily whispered to him, pointing at you. Even Though he’d spent the past twenty minutes by your side with you in your wedding dress, it really didn’t hit him until this moment that you were going to be his wife. 

The nerves finally hit you as you walked down the aisle. It wasn’t that you were anxious, you were just excited to finally start this part of your life. Your new family was waiting for you. 

And although you knew that you guys weren’t perfect, and there will be obstacles in your way. You were sure that with Chan you two could overcome anything. 

End.

Thank you for sticking with me all this time, we’re finally saying goodbye to this series. I’m sure I’ll make a oneshot for it here and there, just because I really like writing Minseo.

And *cough* I’m also *cough* maybe working on a short series/one shot for Minseo’s mom as the reader >.>

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takes place sometime between the engagement party and the cake tasting

A new text in the group chat had Nico up too early on a weekend and all the way across town when he should’ve been working on his thesis paper. He should’ve known that being Jason’s best man would mean that wedding planning would eat up all of his free time, but he hadn’t thought it would happen so soon. The wedding was, like, nine months away, so why would they be in a flower shop picking out arrangements so soon?

It wasn’t that Nico minded hanging out with his best friend - quite the opposite, actually. He was a little worried about hanging out with Jason’s fiance's best friend.

Nico had met Will at the engagement party a little over two weeks ago, and after sharing a kiss on the sidewalk and deciding that neither of them were ready to jump into a relationship, the two had parted ways at the end of the night. They had both been moderately active in the wedding planning group chat, but aside from that, Nico hadn’t had any contact with Will. It was for the best, probably. 

Will had had Nico’s heart racing within minutes of meeting him. Nico didn’t need to risk any cardiac episodes brought on by simply being in the same room as him. 

When Nico entered the flower shop that morning, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Jason and Piper were the only customers inside. They were refreshing the memory of the theme they’d picked out - something with a lot of deep blues and greens that Nico thought would have been more fitting for Percy’s wedding than Piper’s - and set off around the shop in search of pre-made arrangements or color combinations that would suit their theme.

Nico had been biting his tongue to refrain from asking if Will was supposed to be there, and yet when the blond finally walked through the door, Nico almost ducked behind a display. Instead, Nico stared dumbly toward the door until Will spotted him and grinned, and Nico finally ducked his head.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Will said. “I got a little lost, but I made it! So, catch me up?” 

Nico nodded toward the opposite side of the shop where Jason and Piper appeared to be arguing about red roses or pink, even though neither really meshed with their theme. “Piper has the planning binder with all the theme ideas. You should probably ask her.” 

“I remember the theme,” Will told him, his eyes scanning the display in front of him to at least make it look like he was doing what he was supposed to. “Forest-y greens and ocean-y blues, right?” He lifted his gaze when Piper raised her voice, and winced. “So, why are they arguing over pink?”

Nico shrugged. “I’m doing my best to ignore them. I have a paper to write, so I’m kind of trying to get out of here.” 

“You know, I’m sure they would’ve let you skip this if you really needed to,” Will said. Nico watched as he leaned toward a small bouquet of yellows and oranges and sniffed the flowers. He looked away before Will could catch him staring. “They would understand.” 

“I know, but…” Nico huffed. “He’s my best friend. I can wake up a little early to help him pick out some flowers this one time if I have to.”

Will nodded. “Well, then let’s make this quick so you can head home. What are we looking for? Individual flowers or bouquets?” 

“Piper said arrangements,” Nico answered. “I’m not really sure if that means bouquets or something else.” 

Will hummed and came to stand directly next to Nico, almost cornering him between the displays. “Isn’t an arrangement just, like, a big bouquet?” 

Nico felt himself tense and tried to step away, but ended up further back in the corner. “Will,” he said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice.

Will hummed again, lifting his eyes to meet Nico’s.

“Don’t you think we should...look in different places?” Nico asked, almost pleadingly.

Finally, Will seemed to notice how close he was standing, and took a few steps away. “Sorry, is this better?” 

“I kinda meant more like…” Nico looked out at the mostly empty store, with he and Will packed into one corner and Piper and Jason tucked away in another.

Will tried for a smile, but even Nico could see the tension behind it, and he realized that Will had to have been feeling the same kind of awkwardness that Nico felt. Only, while Nico tried to run and hide from it, Will apparently wanted to fight through it. “I just thought this would be more fun with some company. Might make the time go by faster?” 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Nico said, and suppressed a wince at the sound of his own words. 

Will shrugged, suddenly looking very interested in a cluster of tulips. “I was just hoping that we could maybe be friends.”

Nico sighed, wrapping his arms around his stomach protectively. “Will…” 

“Look, Nico--” Will took half a step closer, then caught himself in the motion and held back. “I like you. I think I’ve made that pretty clear. And I know we agreed that we weren’t going to get romantically involved, but can’t we still be friends? I mean, we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. Don’t you think that agreeing to be friends would just make this all easier?” 

Nico wanted to shout at him, you think it’s easy for me to see your face and not want to kiss you? but he held himself back. He tried to think of some way to let Will down easy, but anything he thought of saying just made him hurt more than he already did. So finally, he said, “Alright, fine. But can you at least try to keep your distance? Please?” 

Will nodded, and even moved into the next aisle over, smiling at Nico over the top of the shelves. He kept quiet as he started looking through the new arrangements, but after a few moments, Will asked, “So, do you have a favorite flower?” 

Nico felt another complaint build up inside of himself, but what came out instead was another, “Will--” 

“What?” Will asked innocently. “Friends know stuff about each other! Personally, I like sunflowers, because I think it’s cool that they can grow taller than me.” He paused, a hopeful look in his eyes and said, “So?” 

Nico took a deep breath and scanned his eyes across the display in front of him, finally settling on one bouquet and lifting it up for Will to see. “I like this one.” He pointed to a dark bluish-purple flower with curled petals each larger than his hand. 

Will grinned. “What is it?” 

“I don’t know, I just think it looks cool.” 

Will’s eyes softened, and Nico felt his heart jump in his chest. He had to look away before he did something stupid. 

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Nocturne Alchemy Halloween 2019 - Part Two

Originally published 10/10/2019

Hey y'all! Gonna dive right into these scents, today I'm reviewing the Resurgence scents that I have from the Nocturne Alchemy Halloween LC release. If you'd like to read my reviews of the new releases I chose, you can click here. NAlloween has always, and likely always will, be my favorite Limited Collection they do! I have so many treasures in my Halloween box.

Scarlet Bat - Red Sugar, Crimson Musk, Black Tea Leaves, Neroli-sugar, and NA Black Patchouli Absolute. Okay, my friend Heather picked this one up before I did last year, and she fell head over heels for it. I was already eying it, because I had two previous Vampire Patchouli Bats that I loved, and it had Crimson in it. It had to be a gimme. Like this year's Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat, it was a stunner right out of the mail - and it's only gotten better as it ages. Seriously, it's utterly fabulous. Slinky and sexy, and I think even if you ordinarily don't like patchouli, you might find yourself surprised by this one. Put simply, this is sugared red musk and patchouli. Crimson is a softer red musk than Kashmir, but there's almost a spiciness to it. This just warms up on the skin and reaches out, pulls you in. I crave this one when I haven't worn it in a while. For me, my two favorites of the Vampire Patchouli Bats are the Bourbon, and Scarlet. Neither is to be missed. And I don't find it to be like anything I have in my collection, either.

V by Thoth - Incense, Sweetened spices of Cardamom, Cinnamon, Allspice and clove swirled with Vanilla pods, Ghost Musk and Copal Resin. V was a fan favorite last year - and for good reason. It's part of a set of 7 perfumes, each one designed by a House of NA perfumer. I remembered that I have another favorite Halloween perfume that Thoth did: Frank's Monster. I love that one, so I was pretty excited when I saw V was done by Thoth, too. Y'all, I have a lot of incense perfumes. They're something I just can't resist. Okay, confession time: I did love this one, I thought it was a beautiful perfume, but I didn't really get it until I pulled it back out after aging it over the year. I thought I perhaps had similar perfumes...well. I was wrong. I tried it again a few weeks ago, when the weather started to cool down here in Florida, and it absolutely floored me. It was like I was experiencing a whole new perfume - this is positively SPECTACULAR. Very, very different from my other incense perfumes, and it might just be my favorite yet. I don't know what Ghost Musk is, but if it's that beautiful musk I'm smelling here, I could go for a full 10ml bottle of it. It reminds me a bit of Egyptian Musk, but not quite as sweet - very clean, and very appealing - floaty. I think that's it, and if so....Y'ALL, PLEASE MAKE THIS I WANT IT! Hahaha. I think I might like Ghost Musk better than Cemetery Musk, and I love that one too. Anyway - I'm dwelling. This is balanced against a light incense, and the spices are very much in the background, just a nice warm hum of support. But the copallll. I'm sure everyone knows copal rules my world, when we discuss favorite notes. It adds a lovely smoky, slightly sweet depth to this. I'm fully mesmerized. Thoth has outdone himself. I think this is backup worthy. So, a lesson to be had here, and one I realize quite often - if you don't really love something, put it aside for a while, and see what happens when you return to it. And I want to reiterate, I really did like this - but I didn't see, last year, what I was supposed to see with it - aging it and trying it when the weather was a little cooler and dryer really changed my perspective of it, and now it's become an obsession and a Halloween favorite. If you were looking at this one and wondering if you need it - let me ask, do you like musk and incense? If so, you'd better run and get this before it goes away.

The Mummy Returns - Patchouli, Vetiver, Australian Sandalwood, Cardamom, Frankincense, Myrrh, Rock Rose, Labdanum, Siam Benzoin and Tonka Bean. I made a little mistake, and it's the first time I've ever done this. I usually have a solid idea of what I have in my boxes, particularly my Halloween box, but I ordered The Mummy Returns this year thinking I missed it last year, but after my order came in, I was digging into my Halloween box and pulled out....an aged bottle of The Mummy Returns. Yep. So I'll be putting up my new one for swap. At any rate, it just really proved to me about the differences aging makes in Nocturne Alchemy's perfumes, so I kind of enjoyed realizing the contrasts! The Mummy Returns is a resin lover's dream. It's a deep, dark, witchy scent. I love the balance between the sweeter notes, like the myrrh and cardamom, and the woods. I'm writing this based on my aged bottle, and it's just so....well, at the risk of sounding dramatic, it's deep and mystical, and I'll probably be using this for my rituals, I feel such a connection to it. I couldn't tell you how, but it's something I've smelled before - there's some memory I haven't tapped into yet. I find it to be comfortingly familiar, but at the same time, it feels solemn and sacred. If you are nervous of vetiver, as I am sometimes, it's not a note that stands out a lot here, I can barely discern it when I'm huffing at my wrists. So yes, The Mummy Returns is quite an intense experience for me, but I definitely would recommend this in a heartbeat if you, too, love resinous, woody scents with a little sweetness to them. It's a beautiful perfume. It lasts quite a long time on the skin, too - more than eight hours, and I would say it's on the stronger side, so try it sparingly at first, unless you love to slather like I do.

A Change of Heart – Copal Resin, Shiraz Wine accord, Kashmir Absolute, Indian Oudh, Leather accord and burning embers. This bottle actually was gifted to me by my friend Heather. When I first got it, the leather seemed a little loud on my skin - and that made me nervous, because I was thinking it would be more like Hokum, which is a snuggly, sueded leather. But I figured I'd put it away, and let it age - and it would probably balance itself out. Well, that's exactly what happened. This is one of those scents that you can identify the various notes, if you're familiar enough with them - but they compliment each other so well, they're seamless together. It's definitely a chilly day scent, I did try to wear it in the summer and I don't recommend that - it just doesn't do well in the humidity of Florida. But it's great throughout fall and winter - like the leather in Hokum, this is a snuggly, easy to wear leather, and the copal, wine, and red musk of Kashmir just meld together so well. The wine is sweet, and a nice foil - definitely not a sharp note. I do love the way NA does their wine notes. I'm actually kind of wanting to pick up She Could Raise The Dead, which also features a wine and leather combination - reviews are really intriguing for that, too. And I have totally fallen for both Hokum and A Change Of Heart, so I think I might need it! The copal is of course my favorite note ever - it's a little sweet, sticky, and resinous - and also a bit smoky. This really accentuates the smoky oudh when it starts to shine in long drydown. I'm not sure I am doing this one justice - it really is unusual, and striking. Leather was a death note for me previous to NA - I simply could not wear it. If I tried to put on a perfume that had leather as a note, it would take over on my skin - and I couldn't get away from it. But these soft leathers (vegan, by the way!) that Nocturne Alchemy uses are very wearable for me, and I really am enjoying being able to wear it!

Pirate Rum - Bay Rum and a Chypre of Lavender, Chamomile, Pirate Ship Cedarwood and Siberian Fir Needle with a touch of French Vanilla and Oak. I got this one for my fiance, as the notes reminded me a bit of his beloved Ghost Ship. I can only give you a brief impression of this as to how it smells on him, but I thought someone might be interested in hearing that, so I'm including it! So on him, the bay rum is a nice, round spicy scent. If you're thinking Old Spice, push that right out of your head - this is dark and sexy, and nothing like that old standby. Much more complex and well done. The woods in this are the perfect balance against the bay rum, and the chypre is clean, but not at all feminine, so don't let that lavender scare you. I love this on him. Long drydown is a deep, warm spice against weathered, well aged wood. Very appealing! I tried a drop on me, and it's very different with my skinistry. I get a lot more of the chypre and chamomile, the spice of the bay rum is sedated a bit. I think it might come out more with age, if you wanted to wear it as a unisex scent, though. It is there, it's just not as evident as it was on him. The wood notes are gorgeous - I loooove that fir and cedarwood against the slightly herbal chypre on me. I will say, I much prefer this on him right now.

And a bonus - Halloween 2020, which was given out as a sample with orders for this release. It's also available in the All Hallows' Eve section as part of the Permanent Collection, so if you love this, you can even get a big 10ml bottle! Notes: A special All Hallows’ Eve blend of 7 Sandalwoods (Hawaiian, Indian, Australian, New Caledonia, Indian Santalum Album, Karnataka Sandalwood, African Sandalwood (Baphia Nitida), Cardamom essential oil, Clove essential oil, Bourbon Vanille Absolute, Bastet Amber Absolute, smoked sandalwood infused with oak and pine smoke in the NA Studio. There was also a beautiful frosted black bottle, a special edition, along with Halloween 2018 and Halloween 2019, in frosted red and orange bottles, in the Halloween LCs this year. I had a feeling I was going to love this one right away - and I do. SEVEN. SANDALWOODS. 7, y'all! Now this will likely change and get even better with age, but my first impression of this? It is like a sister scent to Bastet Halloween 2016, which is one of my favorite PC scents. The spices in that definitely have a similar feel to the cardamom and clove in Halloween 2020, and of course the presence of Bastet Amber, one of my soul scents, is a star here, too. But those sandalwoods. So smooth. I'm making my way through that 2ml sample alarmingly quickly. Right now I'm not getting much of the smoke on my skin, but the clove starts out a little strongly when it's first applied. Once it warms up and sinks into my skin though, the other notes come out to play, and the clove sinks into the background to add a little spicy kick with the warmth of the cardamom. Beautiful for fall, truly. Brings to mind blue, blue skies, bright leaves, wispy white clouds. A fluffy scarf wrapped around your neck as you explore a farmer's market. That's the picture I have in my head when I huff at my wrist. I'll be reaching for this frequently. I can't really differentiate all the sandalwoods, but the blending of them reminds me just a bit of my beloved Pyramid Santalum. I think if you wanted more smoke, you could layer this with Titanosaurus - or if you wanted to really play up the sandalwoods, you could add even more Santalum or Pyramid Santalum, or Pteranodon. Hey, never enough sandalwood, am I right?

And that wraps up the second half of my NAlloween choices. Did you read the first half? What perfumes did you choose from this release? What are your favorites? I'm thinking about going back for one or two more, there are so many that caught my eye!

[phoebehalliwell]

ok, hopping off the Leo train, how about a Paige&Richard that's more than a little off the wall? Paige and Richard are a brief teen fling that ends up with twins. They don't stay together, because Richard's mother disapproves and Richard won't go against what she wants, he's weird about Paige being around his family, and he won't let the girls in his house, but he's a good dad to their daughters so Paige learns to live with it. Fast forward a few years, and Paige meets her sisters and gets (1/2)

 her powers. After the dust settles and everyone's safe, she immediately goes to Richard, because they're raising kids and he deserves to know that her new powers could affect their kids. Only she arrives at his place to find out his secret in the worst possible way: the feud got out of hand and one of the girls got hurt. After she finishes freaking out, Paige tells Richard he's not seeing the girls until the feud is over, grabs her girls and heads for the Manor all "hey meet your nieces, my ex is a witch, we need a place to stay" and they spend the night And she wakes up in the morning to Richard standing on the front porch with his new girlfriend Olivia and a brand-new marriage certificate from Vegas, begging her as a new Charmed One to be the one to break it to their feuding families that they've eloped... 

oh thank god i don’t think i could weather one more leo ask okay word paige richard past torrid love affair let’s talk. okay so i think paige would be like yeah i’m doing what’s best for my daughters bc i’m like a 20yo orphan working a minimum wage job and i’m 95% sure richard is loaded (even tho he’s never even let me in the fucking house 🙄) but whatever richard has a family he has a stable home he’s clearly the better one to raise our kids oof our kids what a phrase man i have kids oh my god i have kids i have richard’s kids that’s weird. that’s weird that’s a lot. and so she sorta. i mean she doesn’t forget i mean those are her kids she just doesn’t let that fact really occupy a lot of mental real estate she’s definitely convinced herself her kids are better off without her like she’s basically a kid herself her sobriety’s still sorta on shaky ground if she’s gonna enter their lives she wants to like enter their lives as A Mom and she’s definitely not that right now. so yeah. as stated. not a lot of mental real estate. until one day she’s brewing a potion with phoebe and phoebe’s like hey can you pass me [specific potion ingredient] and paige is like making conversation like y’know i never really liked [specific potion ingredient] it smells like my ex boyfriend and phoebe’s like lmao was ur ex boyfriend a witch and paige is like 😶. will u excuse me for a moment and orbs into richard’s driveway banging the door on the montana estate like hey it’s paige matthews i know you remember me u better open up that door and let me in or i’m gonna orb in there myself and richard opens the door like did u say orb? and paige is like yeah i did gathering you know what that means were you ever gonna tell me u were a witch? and richard’s like oh my god..... how did you die? and paige is like what no i’m a witch too a whitelighter witch witchlighter if you will now answer my question and richard’s like was i ever going to tell you i was a witch and paige is like yuhuh and richard’s like no i mean i didn’t plan on it look i don’t like being a witch i don’t practice the craft it’s not something i’m proud of do you wanna go talk about this somewhere else and paige is like what does that mean and richard’s like come with me and they arrive at this cute little loft in idk the presidio and olivia’s there with the kids and richard’s like um paige meet olivia my fiance olivia meet paige my um. ex and viola and sebastian’s mom. and both olivia and paige are sorta registering each other like. oh um. hi. nice 2 meet u. when paige’s kids coming running into the living room well viola coming running and sebastian’s chasing after her in his wheelchair bc well he only has one leg and paige is like richard. correct me if i’m wrong but the last time i saw my son he had both legs right and richards like yeah i mean like you should really get to know him he’s a total trooper really creative and paige is like richard what happened to that kid’s leg and olivia’s like you should probably sit down and paige is like richard what happened and richard’s like it was an energy ball it happened when he was one and paige is like excuse me?!?!??! are you fucking kidding me!?!???!?!?!?!!?!? and richard’s like it’s this fued it’s been going on between our two families that’s why i never wanted you in the house or getting too close because it’s dangerous and paige is like IF IT’S SO DANGEROUS THEN WHY DID YOU KEEP OUR KIDS THERE? and richard just sorta blanches bc like she’s right but he’s like i mean i was worried,, or at least i thought that the twins would be witches and i couldn’t just leave you to deal with that and paige is like huh yeah interesting point tell that to our Son who lost a limb before his first birthday! and paige is like i’m taking the kids with me and richard’s like what no you can’t that’s you can’t and olivia’s like we can drop them off at your place at four where do you live and paige is like the halliwell manor and olivia who’s a history buff is like the charmed one’s house and paige is like yeah i mean that is where the charmed ones live so and olivia’s like you’re a charmed one?? and paige is like yeah and richard’s like wait what and then he’s like hey are you saying the charmed house is a safer place to grow up in than my house don’t you guys have demons attacking all the time and paige is like well richard we’ve clearly established that your house is actually very much not safe for children so uh yeah i’ll see you at the manor 4 o clock and paige orbs home and immediately finds piper like hi you’re motherly right and piper’s like okay interesting observation and paige is like do you know how to mom and piper’s like not sure what you mean by that and paige is like idk i’ve never had to be a mom before i’m not sure what i’m doing wait oh actually FAMILY MEETING and phoebe and leo also show up and paige is like yeah so uhh in high school did kinda get knocked up did kinda have twins but i left them with their dad and phoebe’s like the witch ex boyfriend? and paige is like yeah and piper’s like the what and paige is like yeah well i thought that was a good idea at the time but it very much was not the point i’m trying to make is two second graders are gonna walk through that door in like half an hour and piper’s like paige!! blah blah blah olivia and richard end up dropping off the kids the kids r like hey who are you and paige is like oh well i’m your mom nice to meet you and the kids are like cool why is your hair a different color than mine and paige is like oh because i dyed it and they’re like can i dye my hair and paige is like sure man i don’t see why not and piper’s eavesdropping in the kitchen like paige!! and paige is like what having dyed hair is cool besides we should be teaching kids to express themselves paige initially has to orb sebastian up to his room bc well stairs so like step number one becomes making sure the house is accessible to sebastian and leo gets to go back into handyman mode which he’s hyped about and phoebe frickin loves having kids around the house and like. olivia and richard end up stopping by like A Lot bc they did spent the better part of the past decade raising those kids and the twins don’t like fully get that paige is like their mom olivia’s sorta been like a mom figure to them blah blah blah the trio end up all bonding as paige gets the 411 on the feud and richard’s like i mean not to sound fucked up but and paige is like great way to start a sentence and richard’s like i mean it’s fucked up but ever since mutilating a baby the fighting has really stopped but uhh and paige is like there’s a but! and olivia’s like the fighting has stopped but the hatred still runs deep and paige is like oh is that why you two haven’t gotten married yet and they’re like yeah 😔 our families won’t give us their blessing and paige is like oh wait is that like a magical thing like you need that before you can get married and they’re like no it’s just like a normal thing you know so your family will like be at your wedding and stuff (and pay for it) and paige is like well why don’t you guys just elope and they’re like what and she’s like yeah get married and that’ll force everyone to come to the table and then you can have a real wedding later right and they’re like i don’t think that’s how it works and paige is like yeah but you might as well give it a shot cut to like x amount of time later and olivia and richard are like okay we eloped can we please bring in some charmed back up so our families don’t like incinerate us or whatever and paige is like damn i wish i could laugh at the joke but nope so yeah we’ll be there so a meeting is called at the neutral space of the halliwell manor blah blah blah they break the news blah blah blah it does take some mediation which whitelighter leo and psych major phoebe are glad to helm and you know what it mostly gets resolved blah blah blah paige trusts richard again they end up like splitting time with the kids with probably richard and olivia taking the majority of the time at their apartments away from the estates paige is sort of less of a mom that she is like a really cool aunt but the situation seems to work just fine soon enough there’s cousin wyatt to join the mix blah blah blah and so on and so forth

[starkerparkerpony]

I Scold Because I Stan Pt.3

AU where Tony (44-45 y/o) meets an aged up (23-24 y/o) Peter after Civil War, Tony is broken up with Pepper and all kinds of sorry for himself. Peter is a ESU graduate and currently has an internship with Oscorp and is a photographer for the Daily Bugle he is also spiderman and therefore perpetually exhausted and has very little patience

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Two months of having Peter in his life and one thing became abundantly clear to Tony, he was not used to being adored like this. Because it was pure adoration with Peter. Maybe he was different with him than he'd been with Pepper but he couldn't be sure. He didn't know. He just really liked it.

They had not had sex yet. Hell they hadn't even properly kissed yet, Tony had had a long day dealing with goddamned Doombots because that's the kind of person Victor Von Doom became after he got dumped by his fiance, which was a complete and utter disgrace and men should learn how to cope with rejection better... like seriously... he's not the biggest fan of that stretchy-fuck Richards either and what the fuck kind of name is 'Reed' anyway? But it's still no excuse to become a supervillain... Tony used to like Victor for fuck's sake- Peter was waiting for Tony back at the tower.

And for some reason Tony prepared himself to get scolded... because that's what happened right? He manages to right what was wrong and comes back to a stressed and disappointed Pepper.

But that didn't happen.

"I saw you get hit." The young man hurried towards him and scanned Tony's entire being, very thoroughly for potential damage with a forrowed brow, Spiderman man was there too, Peter must've been there to get photos.

"I'm fine, the suit is going to require some tlc though," Tony tried to reassure him.

"You're sure?"

"You bet."

"Okay," Peter said, relaxed, and then pressed a quick kiss onto Tony's lips before enveloping him in a very tight and very comforting hug.

And that was it... no further lectures about priorities and personal wellbeing. Just comfort.

No, they hadn't had sex yet but Peter looked at Tony with such intensity sometimes, that he already felt too naked whenever he was with the younger guy... surprisingly enough, he liked this feeling too.

Pepper was an actual saint but it had required a very specific type of physical and mental effort, to maintain a relationship with her. But with Peter it was so effortless, that sometimes Tony felt like a cheat.

But he'd started to have that uncomfortable conversation with himself... the conversation about commitments and public announcements. Peter was mindful of dealing with the press that comes with rich people. So their "dates" had all been in the tower. Tony had asked about Peter's place but Peter refused because "Tony honey, you're not old enough to be exposed to the graphic images of poverty and squalor that come with a cheap New York studio apartment. And I'm not emotionally prepared to take down all my Iron Man posters, so that's not gonna' happen."

So they hung around the tower, they watched movies, they ate together, sometimes they even worked together. Peter always brought flowers. It was home.

Which was probably why Tony kinda forgot himself one such day. He had spent more that 42 hours in the lab, Peter showed up.

And Tony, because he was a little bit of an idiot, who wanted nothing more than to impress his new guy, asked Friday to tell him that he was more than welcome in the lab.

But Peter had never been down there before.

So after waiting more than half an hour, a very impatient Tony made his way into the living area of his tower, where Peter was watching CNN while munching on some of Tony's favorite cheese popcorn.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked indignant.

"Watching the news... waiting for you, ass," Peter answered, shooting him a teasing little glare "Oh, and I made popcorn! Want some?"

"I asked you to come downstairs," Tony had been waiting patiently downstairs to show the guy the new sensors he had been working on, for Rhodey.

"Er... I- I've never been... I thought you were just being courteous," Peter winced and mumbled, feeling awkward as hell.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Tony had already had a shitty day, Pepper had been yelling at him for not showing up for a government contractor lick-fest, Tony didn't need whatever it was that Peter was trying to do. He just wanted to show his boyfriend the cool things he made and be kissed.

"Tony... I don't know... I didn't think I had the clearance to be down there. I've never signed an NDA or anything for you," Peter half shrugged.

"Why would you need to sign an NDA to hang out with your boyfriend?" Tony realized very late that this was the first time he'd used the word 'boyfriend' in front of Peter and immediately started blushing like an idiot.

"Because I work for a rival company of yours and it would be very awkward for both me and my boyfriend if something you're working on was suddenly introduced by said rival company. Even if it was a coincidence. Also don't you have Avengers stuff down there? Like don't I need... I dunno security clearance to see it? By the way are we discussing the boyfriend thing now or later because I need to cry and scream from the rooftops about it at some point." Of course Peter wouldn't let that bit slip, which only made Tony blush harder.

"I'm not an idiot... anything you don't have clearance for, you won't see. And I trust you. Is this good screaming and crying or bad screaming and crying?" Might as well make sure.

Peter was already making his way closer to him, wrapping Tony in a warm embrace.

"The crying and screaming of pure joy."

"Sounds intense."

"It will be... there'll be snot involved."

"Sexy."

"I know."

"Wanna makeout?"

"Oh hell to the fuck yes."

And so Tony walked Peter back to the couch, planted himself in the younger man's lap and right as he was about to initiate the tonsil hockey game of a lifetime, Peter interrupted-

"You really trust me?" He asked.

"Do you think that I would currently be straddling you if I didn't?" Tony asked back, incredulous... and then his three leaked sextapes that still sometimes trend on certain 'hubs' on the internet came to mind. "Wait don't answer that."

Trust was a pretty weird thing for Peter... he absolutely adored Tony but he still hadn't told him about any alternate identities and maybe it was time to reciprocate that trust.

Soon.

"So You don't think I'm like a gold digger or something?" This was some quick thinking on Peter's part

The strange vulnerability in Peter's voice made Tony ask-

"Did someone say something to you?" Pepper and Rhodey hadn't yet met Peter but they knew about him. They wouldn't do something like this but maybe...

"Just a silly joke that MJ and the guys made... kinda kept niggling... no big deal," Peter was trying to brush it off because he wasn't ready to discuss the what was really on his mind when it came to trust and Tony but the older man still thought that if it didn't affect him he wouldn't have brought it up.

"Babe... I regret to inform you but you're really not kiss-y ass-y enough to be a gold digger. I don't think any gold digger has scolded their gold diggee(?) As much as you scold me." Tony pressed soft kisses along his jawline as he tried to reassure him.

"Hey I scold because I care you ass." Peter chuckled huskily.

"I know"

And then Peter was running his hands up and down Tony's back, and it made him wonder if he was in fact part cat, because humans don't really enjoy being petted as much as him, do they? Maybe it was just that Peter touched him so well.

Honestly Peter could be doing anything and Tony would enjoy it. He nibbled along his throat and Tony couldn't help but grind down on his lap. He brought his delightful hands up his back and into his hair, gently pulling him into a deep, sensual kiss and Tony was so utterly lost.

He gently licked into his mouth and of course he tasted of cola and popcorn and it was delectable.

Tony hadn't ever really been the dominant type but he'd also never quite felt so... safe as when he did when Peter was leading him.

When they broke apart for a breath, Tony couldn't help but cup Peter's beautiful face with both his hands and just stare into the beautiful boy's eyes, as if trying to figure out the reason why such a fantastic creature could ever choose a... mess like Tony.

"God Tony you have the most beautiful eyes," Peter breathed.

Which of course made Tony blush like an absolute fool. He always did this. Peter Parker had a habbit of breaking through Tony's moments of self doubt with pure adoration and he was utterly helpless to it.

Tony had to physically restrain himself from replying with 'I love you' because two months was probably too soon for saying it.

He'd say it the next time Peter scolded him.

Soon.

Not many words were spoken after that except for "scoot back" "shift up a little" "no that tickles" "wait not there" "oh yess that's nice" "keep going" "don't stop" "please stay".

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advil in the bathroom

source: homestuck pairing: n/a requested: yes tws: over the counter drugs (advil) word count: 1498 synopsis: dave gets an eyestrain headache, and goes on an epic quest for advil extra: shoutout to my discord server buddies for lending me some help with their master rap lyricism

There are some days where things suck.

Those are the days where you stay in your room and no one sees you until dinner, or until you decide that boredom will kill you faster than just sucking it up and hanging out in the presence of other people. You say that you make your best music on those days, although your brothers would probably disagree. To that you would respond that creativity comes from necessity or some shit, and Dirk would tell you that the saying is “necessity is the mother of invention” while Hal explains why that doesn’t apply to your situation at all. They’ll still listen to your demo at 3 AM that night, and they’ll still tell you that they like it. You know they might be lying just a teensy bit, but it’ll still boost your ego. 

But not every day is like that.

Your name is Dave Strider, and today actually hasn’t been that bad. 

You’ve been playing Minecraft with your friends all morning, which is one of your favorite things to do. You finally proposed to your best friend June, who doubles as your minecraft-gf-now-fiance, and the realm has been busy with wedding preparations. It’s been the ultimate will they won’t they of the century, and Roxy had been bothering you non stop about “putting a ring on it” for forever. Rose is going to be your best man, naturally, and Jade is going to be June’s. Dirk’s going to be the officiary. Hal spawned 64 diamond hoes as a wedding gift. It’s going to be fuckin’ awesome. 

For now, you turn off your computer and push away from your desk. You rub the bridge of your nose, hoping to stave away a headache from staring at your computer for so long that you know is inevitable. Rose has offered to buy you blue light tint shit for your shades, but you’re not interested in fucking up the lenses like that. Plus, you’re no bitch. You suck it up and head out to the kitchen like always, to rummage through the junk cabinet for an Advil or something. Hal is already seated at the island, reading something. He looks up when you enter the room, and you both nod in greeting.

June asked you once if it’s weird for you to have a robot for a brother. You had replied that you already had a robot for a brother so it’s no big deal, but you both knew that you weren’t serious. On top of it being sick as fuck to be able to say that your big brother is a super genius who built a super genius AI and then a fully functioning body for said AI, you just really like the guy. Plus, he helps keep things organized. Without him, you’d never know where anything is. Dirk isn’t messy, really the opposite. He’s very particular about where things go. The problem is that his idea of where welding supplies go is in the cabinet next to the fridge, where you adamantly believe dishes should be. And so on.

After a minute or two of fruitlessly searching for pain relief, Hal finally speaks.

“What are you looking for?” He asks, not looking up from his book. 

“Advil,” you say, shoving receipts and a neti pot back into the cabinet.

“I see. Check the bathroom.”

“Why?” The fuckin’ cabinet won’t close. “It’s always been in here.”

“Dirk was on a reorganization campaign this morning. You really missed out, dude.” He responds, watching in a bemused fashion as you do mad mental gymnastics to figure out how to stack empty inhaler boxes in a way that will let the cabinet door close.

“Yeah, okay, cool, but like-” You have to pause to catch the bottle of Pepto Bismol that you should have known wouldn't fare well on top of a bunch of empty boxes. “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it or whatever. Now I’m gonna die of eye strain, man, and Dirk’s gonna laugh at my funeral.”

“You know that saying doesn’t apply to him.” Hal says, and you know he’s right. Dirk’s more of an “if it ain’t broke, fix it weekly as to assure it remains unbroken” sort of guy. You snort, and finally get the door closed. Hal pats your shoulder (awkwardly, because the guy doesn’t understand physical affection for the life of him. You appreciate the gesture anyway.) as you walk by, and you begrudgingly make your way to the bathroom. The door is locked when you get there, and you jiggle the handle, just to be obnoxious 

“Dave, I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop jiggling the doorknob,” Dirk snaps from the other side of the door. 

You snort, and jiggle more aggressively.

“Dave.” “I have a headache.”

Dirk makes a sound that is halfway between exasperated and confused. “I- Okay?” 

“A big dumbass moved the Advil into the shitter, and I have a headache. So hurry up or unlock the door,” 

“Dude.”

“Unless you’re taking a shit. Are you taking a shit, Dirk?”

Silence.

“Dude, el mayo.” You can see Dirk’s face scrunch up at that. He hates you and Roxy’s incessant need to say acronyms out loud in stupid ways in your head. “Why’d you even move it? Did you just wake up randomly thinking: 'Hey, I know what I'll do! I'm just gonna obliterate Dave’s afternoon by holding his salvation hostage and then shitting near it? That’s really fucked up, man,”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but the cabinet in the bathroom is literally called a medicine cabinet. This was inevitable.”

You kick the door half heartedly before stalking back into your room. You know he’ll bring you the medicine when he’s done, but you feel the tingles of a fire track coming on.

Fifteen minutes later, after turning down the Advil and locking yourself in your room, you’re convinced you’ve got the hottest shit since the meteor shower that killed the dinosaurs, headache long forgotten. You usher Dirk and Hal into the cramped bathroom (it takes a while to get them to comply, but you assure them that this shit will be legendarily mind blowing. And really, who could resist that?), and Hal calls sitting on the toilet lid. You’re obviously standing in the shower, so that leaves Dirk to sit on the floor. 

“Couldn’t we have done this in the living room?” Dirk complains, interrupting you as you go to start the backing track (it’s the Minecraft opening theme, with some shitty bass over it.).

“It’s atmospheric, Dirk.” Hal replies, shaking his head.

“Yeah, duh,” You agree. “Now shut the fuck up, I’m about to take you to school.

Check it. Yo, I’m chillin’ on the comp but my head starts splittin’ Messin’ with my game, and fuckin’ up my sittin’ It’s bad, it’s mad, like an angry dad But it ain’t nothin’ compared to the rhymes that I’m spittin’

So I log out, get up, and leave my room My head’s killin’ me, I’m dyin’, y’know I gotta zoom Roll up into the kitchen, I’m cryin’, tearin’ out my hair So imagine my surprise when that shit ain’t there

Who the fuck locked my Advil up in the shitter? The fuck is your problem, I’ll vague you on Twitter I got a hundred followers, you forgot that I’m famous, They’re willing and ready to tear you a new anus.”

You’re about to continue creaming these suckers, but Dirk cuts you off before you can.

“Okay kiddo, I hear you, good god, sit down Is this bathroom a circus? Cause you’re actin’ a clown

I’m so sorry to tell you- Even Hal can attest- I’m so sorry for shitting This bitch has got IBS

I’ll spare you the details- My shit’s soaking wet- But may I remind you?  That’s a medicine cabinet

So before you go cryin’ ‘I’m dying, I’m dying!’ Just study my flow,  Cause that shit’s inspiring”

Oh, hell no. Not in your bathroom. Time to go fucking crazy.

“Eyes wildin’, I’m freestylin’ I’m crushin’ cube bitches, I’ll minecraft you some stitches Relief should be accessible, Otherwise that shit is unethical,

So you better say you’re sorry For puttin’ my drugs above the potty,”

This time, it’s Hal interrupting Dirk.

“Firstly, Dave, shawty, That don’t rhyme with potty To pay for these lessons? You’ll need a scholly 

Your flow is vile, shit’s juvenile I think I’ve heard better from Terezi’s reptile

You’re frying my circuits, This shit is trash If I was organic, you’d give me a rash

I’ve got something to say,  I’ll say it concisely: Shut the fuck up! I’m not asking nicely,”

Well shit. Hal’s got it on lock. You and Dirk groan, and the song ends. Hal always gets the last word. 

The three of you will argue for the rest of the night over who wons (you did, obviously), and you’ll have a shitty microwaved dinner.

Today wasn’t so bad at all.

[tintinwrites]

you can see me? | Poe Dameron x Ghost!Reader

A/N: This is what happens when I take a one-word prompt and write what comes to mind lol

Rating: T

Warning: Reader is a ghost. Reader’s fiance was bad.

Word count: 1,508, apparently!!

Prompt: Ghost from day six of @blackirisposts October Challenge

Summary: You’ve seen many people move in and out of your house. Poe is the one who sees you too.

GIF credit: poesddameron

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Eight different families had lived in your home since you died.

Your fiance lived there with a new wife and eventually a set of little twins that prompted the small family to move somewhere larger in the autumn of 1899.

A handsome couple soon moved in and welcomed a curly-headed girl two years later, and they stayed until that girl became a rebellious young woman early into the 1920's.

An older man and woman moved in to downsize after their last child became married, grandchildren visiting and growing through the years until their grandparents died; the man in 1953 and the woman in 1954.

Their youngest child moved in with her husband and two teenage children and left a couple years after they moved out, in 1962.

Newlyweds came and promptly had one child every year, filling the house to the brim until they realized they needed more space in 1968.

You were alone for two years until a group of young girlfriends decided to share the house while seeking their higher education, then went their separate ways for careers or marriage upon graduating in 1974.

Another four years alone, another pair of newlyweds who had a little boy in 1982 and a little girl in 1990; they were with you longer than anyone, but they left you like everyone else in the year of 2015.

Every family was easy to get attached to and you were sad to see them go, but you were always excited to discover who you would be with next.

You found yourself attached immediately to the man who started filling the house with boxes in 2019.

His name was Poe Dameron according to some documents you'd seen and he was your eighth family. He was very handsome and he had a laugh that you enjoyed almost as much as the laughter of the many children who had lived there over the years.

He was also kind, sure to hand out candy to neighborhood children on Halloween even though most of his boxes had yet to be unpacked.

You were watching him compliment a boy's superhero costume and generously give him a handful of candy, smiling dreamily as he shut the door and turned around.

He stared at you. "Can I ask what the hell you're doing in my house?"

You paused, slowly glancing over your shoulder and then back at him.

There was no one else for him to be talking to, but there was also no way that he knew you were there.

No one had ever known you were there. No one could see you and even when you would expend your energy to knock over a dish, they would explain it away with a tilted shelf or a breeze through a window.

"Your costume is cool, but I'm gonna have to ask you not to come into my house unannounced." The costume he was referring to was the dress that had been more appropriate for your time than his.

"You can see me?" Your tone was full of wonder and hope.

"Of course I can see you. Why don't you head out of here and we can forget all about it?"

"Oh, no, I can't. You see, I'm dead."

He had his hand on the door after opening it again, staring at you for a moment and then laughing slightly. "That's funny. I really don't want to hurt you or have to call the cops, please get out now."

You tilted your head. "But I am dead. This is my home."

"I'm sorry about this." He strode to you and moved to take hold of your arm, eyes widening as he stumbled forward and his hand went right through you.

"About what?"

Perhaps he was apologizing for the way he suddenly began trying to poke you, batting his hand through your chest experimentally. But you couldn't really feel it and he was clearly trying to prove that he hadn't imagined your incorporeal form, therefore you were more curious than offended.

He quickly stepped back, muttering to himself about something being impossible and how 'this isn't the kind of crazy you are when you have a big ego'. He covered his face with his hands for a long moment, then slowly looked at you again.

"I'm not saying I'm a hard ass who refuses to believe in ghosts and all that, but I always figured they would be invisible or something. You know, the kind of thing that makes stuff fall off of tables and that's it."

"No one has ever been able to see me...I've tried to communicate by dropping things, but it takes a lot of my energy and people consider all the other reasons why things suddenly fall."

"Okay. Cool. This is probably some weird dream or I've gone crazy for some reason."

"I promise that I am very real. I haven't talked to anyone in...over a hundred years."

There must have been something to the lilt of your voice, sounding like you could start crying and like you could shout in pure joy, that had him looking at you sympathetically. "You have a name?"

Being a spirit should have meant that you had no emotion, but you had cried many times since you died and you were tearing up right then. "Y/N Y/L/N. I've been all by myself since 1894."

"Hot damn. I can't go more than a day without talking to somebody."

"I know. You've called someone on your cell phone every day since you moved in."

"You died in 1894 and you know what a cell phone is?"

"I have been here for one hundred and twenty-five years already and the only thing I can do is watch. I have seen the introduction of the radio, the television, home phones, and computers. I have watched them all fade away and be replaced with better versions, such as flat screen TVs and computer-like phones that can fit in your pocket. I have watched television shows since the 50's and listened to the most popular music, from jazz to pop."

"You've pretty much seen everything then." If this was all in his head, he was surprised at how detailed it was.

"All I had for my entertainment were the moments those who lived here would watch television or leave a book open, and then I would read the pages over and over again until I grew bored of them. I spent every hour of every day pacing and counting cracks in the walls until you moved in."

"That sounds like hell."

"It is. I enjoy having people around here even though I couldn't talk to them...I loved watching all their children. Such innocence. Such potential."

Your eyes were sad and Poe was too, certain that there was no way even his subconscious could make up something like this.

He sat on a large box that he knew was full of stuff that could hold his weight. "Do you mind if I ask how you...how did you die?"

You looked down and he followed your line of vision to see a wound right above your chest that he might have thought had been delivered to you minutes ago if he hadn't known better.

His eyes met yours.

"My fiance was always an unkind man...I suppose I angered him too much."

"You didn't." He looked at you with meaning; it had been a long time since anyone looked at you on purpose, and you weren't sure you'd been eyed that kindly even when you were alive.

There was a knock on the door and he jumped to his feet to hand out candy to little children that seemed to be dressed up as characters from a show you didn't recognize.

He stayed up half the night to ask you questions and answer some that you had as well, him enraptured by all the things you had learned in over a hundred years and you by all he had learned in a mere thirty-four years of life.

Poe slept for a couple hours and woke early to get ready for work, momentarily surprised when you came into the bathroom while he was shaving.

You really weren't something he dreamed; you watched him very closely and then moved your hand under the stream of water in the sink.

It almost made him sad to see it go through your hand.

How many times had he taken the basic ability to touch almost whatever he wanted for granted?

You gave him privacy when he had to put on his clothes, staring out a window and walking into the living room as you heard the door shut and his key turn the lock. Yet you could still hear voices.

Looking around, you discovered that he left the television on the home and garden channel. You then noticed that there were a bunch of books on the floor, near the now half-empty box he'd been sitting on last night.

Every single one of them was open to the first page.

[rhinoswriting]

A Life On The Road - Part 1 (A Luke Hemmings FanFic)

Overview: Elizabeth and Calum have been best friends since they were 15/14 respectively. Elizabeth is from and lives in the UK, but her family lived in Sydney for a brief 2 year period which is how the two met. 

With Calum’s band, 5SOS, embarking on their biggest and most ambitious world tour to date, he has invited Elizabeth along to work as a photographer/content creator for their social media. This is in the hopes that travelling with them and getting to explore so many new cities will help Elizabeth achieve her dream of becoming a full-time travel writer.

Elizabeth is acquainted with the rest of 5SOS but doesn’t know them tremendously well. Obviously that changes as they are all forced to be in one another’s company for the duration of the tour. As the tour progresses and new friendships blossom, Elizabeth feels the connection between her and Luke grow more and more.

A/N: This chapter is a lot of story set-up and introduces you to the protagonist.

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I lent my upper back against one of the work kitchen walls and peered out of the window beside me. Any other day, the grey curtain of drizzle would have perfectly matched my work mood. But today was not a normal work day for me. Today was my last day in this hell hole. I was finally getting out of here to pursue my dream of becoming a travel writer. I hugged my mug of coffee closer, content in the knowledge that nothing was going to step on my good mood today.

“I cannot believe you are leaving me with these people.” Drew complained as he walked over and lent some of his weight onto my shoulder while cradling his own steaming mug.

“I am sorry that I’ll be leaving you here. I truly am.” I told him, and I meant it, “But you know as well as I do how much this place can drag a person’s mental health down. So when a best friend offers to let you piggyback off their career to help launch you own, you take it and make the sacrifice of abandoning your work husband.”

“I hate that you have a famous best friend.”

“Don’t be a bitter bitch,” I laughed nudging him in the side with my elbow.

Drew and I chatted for a minute or two more before making our way back to our desks at opposite ends of the office. When I got to mine I noticed that someone (probably my manager or Josie, the company busy body) had taken my second coffee break of the morning as an opportunity to place an envelope and small gift bag by my keyboard. As I placed my coffee down I noticed that the people on my bank of desks had swivelled their chairs, and thus their attention, in my direction. I also heard the tell-tale sound of high heels on cheap carpet tiles that indicated Josie was making her way over.

“Elizabeth,” Josie cooed in her usual fake friendliness, “I can’t believe it’s your last day here already! We did a small collection for you in order to say goodbye and give you something to remember us by. It’s been such a great three years and eight months working with you. We’re all sad to see you go.”

“Thanks, Josie. I certainly will miss how precise you are with details.” I said trying not to make my sarcasm too obvious.

I rummaged in the tissue paper hoping to bring this moment in the spotlight to an end as soon as possible. First I pulled out a small, sleek rectangle. Through the plastic window of the box I spied a matte black fountain pen -it was a genuinely lovely pen which surprised me. Next I pulled out a small bottle of Kraken rum -my go to with Coke on work nights out- which was followed by a second, identical bottle. The fourth and final leaving gift was a new 10 shot pack of film for my Instax Mini camera.

“Thanks guys...” I awkwardly addressed the room, “These are all really thoughtful and nice. I love the pen. Uhh, yeah, thanks again. Stay cool and all that cliche stuff.”

I promptly sat down and unlocked my PC to indicate that the show was over and I should now be left the fuck alone.

The company’s internal IM program was flashing at me in orange, indicating I had an unread message.

[Drew Clarke - 10:47 am]  I am so sorry they are putting you through this. You look so awkward. I can see you blushing from here.  It is hilarious though :’D I made such a big deal about the stupid pen they wanted to get you having to be matte black Also my leaving gift to you is that I have done everything in my power to ensure Josie knows nothing about your leaving drinks tonight

I responded with a simple gif of some character I didn’t know mouthing ‘thank you’ to acknowledge his last message and then went back to work trying to complete as much of my remaining work as possible.

The rest of the day dragged on as it would any other day of the week. The only difference was that I had the occasional desk visit from a colleague to wish me luck or let me know they’d be at the leaving drinks Drew had arranged for me that evening. 

And then Drew was at my desk before the clock had even hit 5 pm,

“Start packing your shit up then. We’ve got a bar to get to.”

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My leaving drinks were actually surprisingly fun. Which was as much of a good thing as it was a bad thing. 

It was good because who doesn’t love people buying them either shots or rum and cokes? Plus Drew and I had had a beautiful drunken moment where we gushed over how much we treasured each other’s friendship and would definitely, definitely stay in touch always, and who doesn’t love those moments? 

It was bad because I got in at 3:30 am, set an alarm for 6 am and left my house for the train station at 7 am with a hangover headache already brewing.

My morning then got worse when I remembered I had to change trains at Sheffield. Non-direct train journeys are enough of a pain without a hangover, rucksack, camera bag and 2-wheeled large carry-on suitcase to slow you down.

When I finally, and ungracefully, settled myself on the platform at Sheffield I glanced around to locate where I could get myself a coffee and some form of breakfast. I had a 50 minute wait until my next train so there was plenty of time to try and nurse my hangover with coffee and carbs before getting crammed into another train and eventually reuniting with Cal in Edinburgh.

I spotted a place on the next platform over with indoor seating and made my way to it. Once inside the warmth of the glass rectangle I grabbed a twin pack of almond biscuits from the counter display and ordered a large cappuccino as well as a breakfast bagel. I then went and dumped all my luggage (promptly followed by myself) down at the nearest table and waited for my name to be called over the mellow jazz music.

Once I had returned to my table with my breakfast order, I opened my phone to check my messages and view the photographic damage from the night before. As I sipped my coffee I opened my photos app and was pleased when nothing embarrassing immediately jumped out at me from the 50+ square icons of photos and boomerangs that I had very little memory of taking. Most of the photos were blurry and every single boomerang was a fail, so I deleted them to save storage space on my phone. There was a super cute selfie of Drew and I, with his fiance, Adam, photo-bombing us in the background. It made me smile so much that I set it as the lock screen on my phone.

Next I moved on to my messages. There we unread messages awaiting me from Drew, Cal, my mum and weirdly my now ex-manager.

Manager Si: Didd u mange t geet home ok?/?. Gd luk w everythin

Work Hubby: I miss you already. Hope you got home safe! Text me by midday so I know you’re still alive x

Mum: Good luck on this big new adventure of yours! Do not forget to call us when time zones allow. Your Dad and I will always b here to support you and cannot wait to see you succeed. Say hi to Calum for us. Mum & Dad Xx

Cal: Hey, hey! So stoked to see you later and have you come oN FREAKING TOUR WITH ME!!! See ya in Edinburgh! X

I responded first to my mum, because I was raised right. I flat out ignored my old manager’s drunk text. I assured Drew that I was still alive because if I was dead it wouldn’t feel like there was a gremlin hammering away inside my skull. I followed that up with a screenshot of my new lock screen. Finally, I replied to Calum:

Morning :) Feeling rough after my leaving drinks last night. Have I already begun my new rock n’ roll lifestyle?! So fucking excited to see you again!! You are not prepared for the hug you’re gonna get! X

With everyone replied to (or ignored in Si’s case) I put my phone face down on the table and tucked into my breakfast bagel. Then as I still had 20 minutes to kill I thought what better place to slap some make-up on than the middle of a train station coffee shop?

Looking and feeling more human, I made my way from the coffee shop to platform 4 as they announced my train was about to arrive. 

I hopped on carriage L, placed my luggage in the overhead rack and settled into my seat for the next 3+ hours. I quickly shot a text to my parents and Cal, letting them know I was on my last train. Then I pulled my noise cancelling headphones on, opened up a relaxing Spotify playlist and promptly fell asleep.

[myaekingheart]

kakashi for the ask game! :D

Oh this is gonna be dangerous xD (and also really fucking long I’m so sorry lmfao)

send me a character and i’ll list...

favorite thing about them It’s so hard to pick, but I think his resilience. Kakashi has genuinely been through hell and back and yet he keeps going. His character development in Naruto is one of my absolute favorite things, the way he starts out as this seemingly apathetic but deep down very guarded character who ultimately grows to love his students and make peace with his past and finally find some happiness. He’s the man who lost everything and still keeps going and maybe it’s just because I, too, am a depressed bitch but that’s always bee super comforting to me and felt very reassuring. Like if Kakashi can hit rock bottom but pull himself up out of that pit and find happiness and success, then so can I.

least favorite thing about them I don’t even know if I have a least favorite thing about him. I honestly love everything about him. I guess the closest thing I can get to a least favorite thing would be that I wish we saw more of him goofing off and having tons of fun like when he and Guy raced in Shippuden. Hearing Kakashi laugh and joke around was just so good for my soul.

favorite line Oh no there are so many, I can’t pick just one. My favorite contenders are: “Leaf Village Secret Finger Jutsu: One Thousand Years of Death!” “Behind this mask...is another mask! Pretty cool, huh?” “I’m telling you this because you don’t get it. You think you get it which is not the same as actually getting it, get it?” “Those who break the rules are scum but those who would abandon a comrade are worse than scum” “I won’t allow my comrades to die. I’ll protect you with my life. Trust me.” “It’s like an acorn.” “Sorry I’m late, I’m afraid I got lost on the path of life.” “Sorry I’m late, a black cat crossed my path and I had to take the long way around.” “For those who follow the path of revenge, it never ends well. You’ll only tear yourself apart and even if you succeed and you get your revenge, what will you get then? Nothing. Emptiness.” “So it looks like neither of us have led a charmed life exactly. But still, we’re not all that bad off. At least you and I have found new comrades to help fill the void.” “Calm down, Naruto. Slow your breathing down” (mainly because this scene just gets me every time as someone who has had severe panic attacks for twenty years lmfao) There was also another “sorry I’m late” excuse that I don’t remember exactly and cannot for the life of me find but it was from a picture I saw somewhere, looked like it was maybe from a video game? Where Kakashi said something to genin Naruto and Sakura about the path of love or something? And they’re staring at him flustered pointing insisting “That’s...a lie!” Like I can recall the image clear as day in my head but I cannot for the life of me find it.

brOTP Hands down Guy. I mean, I ship them, too, but I just really love their friendship especially. Guy just really brings out the best in him and provides this really nice foil to Kakashi’s personality. I genuinely think Kakashi would’ve been done for if not for Guy’s loyalty and optimism. Their friendship is so fun and the two of them together never fail to make me smile.

OTP Does my KakashixOC ship count? Because if it does, then that’s my OTP. I have spent way too much time and energy on their relationship for it to not be. That probably sounds super cliche and maybe a little Mary-Sue-ish but I don’t even care, Rei and Kakashi are my magnus opum and I love them. I’m also just really, really proud of the way I’ve written their relationship. So much of their bond is informed by my own relationship with my fiance, and I think my own experiences have really evolved my understanding of what real intimacy in a romantic relationship looks like. It’s not so much about flowers and chocolates and date nights as it is about caring for and comforting the person you love, spending quality time with them, making them laugh and smile, being 110% yourself around them, and providing for them in their times of need. I have never written a relationship so real and specifically raw before, and there’s a lot of intricacies that I’ve worked in as well, that just overall make me incredibly proud of the progress I’ve made on their story, and proud of the story I’ve been creating for them in general. But if an OC ship doesn’t count for OTP, I really like Kakashi with Shizune, Guy, Yamato/Tenzo, and Iruka.

nOTP Oh god I have quite a few. I really don’t enjoy focusing on negatives nor do I want to start ship wars so I’ll keep these explanations brief. I can’t stand Kakashi and Sakura, the mere thought of it makes me *this close* to puking. I take big issue with ships in general between characters that met when one of them was a child and the other an adult, though. It just comes off incredibly pedophilic to me and makes me nauseous. The other big ship I take issue with is Kakashi and Rin but that’s more of a personal issue because their relationship, and Rin’s character in general, hit way too close to home (in a very warped and psychotically symbolic way) to some really traumatic stuff I dealt with in the past that took me years and lots of therapy to deal with, and it still trips me up to this day. It’s not anything that anyone in fandom has done or anyone who ships Kakashi and Rin with each other, it’s just a matter of me noticing parallels between the ship and my own trauma that make it incedibly hard for to tolerate content of it. Just to tack these on, as well, but I also really dislike him with Hanare from the filler episode and with Kahyo from the book Lightning in the Icy Sky. The romance with Hanare just felt really disingenuous to me like I can tolerate it, but it’s not my favorite. And as for Kahyo, I blame bad writing. The fact that the book was referring to her as “the woman who has Kakashi’s heart” literally within like two pages of them meeting really pissed me off. I couldn’t even finish the book so I can’t even speak on the rest of the relationship but I just got so turned off by the entire story in general because the romance was so unbelievable and abrupt. I feel like anyone who has read my fic, though, likely has picked up on my opinions on these, though. Not that I’m writing ship hate or anything because I’m not, but there have been little plot points here and there that have kind of touched on my feelings on these ships.  

random headcanon I have way too many but here’s one of them, I guess, though this is more a musing than a headcanon. I think, when the war is over and Kakashi can finally catch his breath, he goes through a bit of an identity crisis as he comes to terms with the fact that he no longer has his sharingan. After all, he had Obito’s eye for almost twenty years. Learning to function without it is going to be incredibly difficult but not only that, so much of his identity was founded on his secondhand sharingan. Who even is he without it? Does he even recognize himself anymore? And how can he ever live up to the reputation he’s garnered over so many years now that the source of all of his power is gone for good? Yes, he was a prodigy before the sharingan and he is still capable without it, but it’s going to be a big change and take a huge toll on him and his perception of himself.

unpopular opinion I’m glad Kakashi has never been given an explicitly canon love interest. Honestly, I don’t want him to have one. As much as he deserves to find love and start a family with someone, from a fandom perspective I much prefer him being open and available. It creates a much more flexible interpretation of him and his love life so that we, the fans, can write him however we damn well please and I think that’s pretty fantastic. I think it’s safe to say that Kakashi is one of if not the most heavily shipped character in the fandom and everyone has very strong opinions on who he belongs with and even how he idenifies from a sexuality perspective. I can only imagine the uproar that would come from finally giving him a canon love interest because you absolutely cannot please everyone. In a way, I feel like Kakashi is just a character who belongs to all of us. He is something different for every single person in fandom whether that’s someone to look up to and seek guidance from, someone to protect and root for, someone to relate to and find comfort in, someone to love and/or lust after. Or in my case a precious emotional support ninja husbando. I don’t know if he would’ve had quite the same effect on fandom if he had been canonically shipped with someone from the get-go, but I’m grateful that he never was and I hope he never will be so he can continue playing the role in fandom that he has been for so many years. That probably sounds selfish, though, but I just really want him to remain a character that belongs to all of us and is not inhibited by canon in terms of who he loves and how he identifies.

song i associate with them Again, there’s so fucking many so I’m just gonna list some of my favorites. Sign by Flow Friendships by Pascal Letoublon Hospital for Souls by Bring Me the Horizon SCARECROW by My Chemical Romance Disguise by Motionless in White-- this is a big one, especially the line “sick of wearing a mask, sick of hiding my face, sick of every motherfucker that is in my way, sick of digging for answers while you bury the truth, fuck your method to my sadness, I will bury you” like it just reminds me of ANBU Kakashi specifically, but overall his character development in coming to terms with his past and crawling out of his depression, too.

favorite picture of them Again...there’s multiple x_x

[deanieweaniewrites]

After The Deposit

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Rated: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings

Pairing: Destiel

Tags: Meet-cute, Awkward Flirting, First Date, Twin Fic

Summary:  This is a twin fic that goes along with casbeanwrite's A Safe Deposit This is the same fic from Castiel's point of view, plus the aftermath and a sweet ending. Castiel is a nurse at a fertility clinic. Dean is a sperm donor for his friend Charlie and her wife. They flirt over a cup of Dean's semen and go on their first date.

Castiel was a hard worker throughout his whole life. Some would call him a workaholic, but what could he say? He liked his job. He worked in a fertility clinic as a nurse. There were ups and downs to his job, as there were with any career. He mostly saw couples, women trying to have children, and then there were the men coming in for fertility tests where they would have to make a deposit. Every once in a while, that part was awkward, but he always did his best to make sure everyone felt comfortable and like they weren’t being judged.

Today was different than the usual days. It was all normal until Mr. Green eyes and oh-so-sexy bowlegs walked in. He only felt slightly creepy when he immediately looked up this guy’s file for a name. Dean. He put on his professional face and tried to make Dean comfortable.

The last thing he expected was for Dean to flirt with him . He was surprised and a little embarrassed. This guy was either married or in a committed relationship, so that made this awkward and inappropriate. He brought the magazines Dean asked for and left when he asked, his cheeks flushed pink. He went back to his station to work on some paperwork. That was when his coworker, Balthazar, decided to bother him.

“Hey Cassie. Did you see the stud that just came in?”

“Yes, I did. I was the one who took him back.” Castiel tried to ignore him, but it was no use. Balthazar’s arm was on his shoulder and he was all up in his space.

“You gonna get his number?”

“He’s in a fertility clinic. I’m sure he’s in a very loving and committed relationship.”

Balthazar hummed. “Why don’t you find out what he’s in for?”

Castiel picked up Dean’s file and skimmed over it. Sure enough, he was a donor for someone named Dorothy. She had a patient file here too. Castiel couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, but he knew it was just part of the job. Dean said he flirted when he was nervous, so he wasn’t really interested in Castiel, he was just weirded out. Castiel ignored Balthazar while he waited for Dean to return.

When Dean did return, he found out that Dean wasn’t trying to get a wife or girlfriend pregnant, he was donating for his lesbian friends. Oh, that was sweet. Too sweet. Of course Dean was stupidly hot and a sweet guy. Getting his number had to be one of the greatest moments of his life.

When he arrived home that evening, he immediately started getting ready. He showered and shaved, leaving a thin layer of stubble. He startled when he turned and his daughter, Claire, was right there in the doorway after he got dressed.

“Do you have a date?”

Castiel smiled a bit. “Maybe.” He was so thankful for the relationship he had with Claire. It was rocky at first after her mother died, but things were better now. She was fifteen now and she had matured a lot over the past five years.

Claire beamed. “Really? Tell me about him or her. What are they like? Where did you meet them?”

Castiel smiled. “His name is Dean. I met him at work.”

“You didn’t tell me they hired someone new.”

“He doesn’t work there.”

“...You’re going a date with a patient?”

“Yes, but he’s single. He was there to donate for his friends, who are lesbians, so they can’t conceive on their own.”

Claire smiled. “That’s sweet. Is he cute?”

“Very.” Castiel finished tying his tie and gave Claire a gentle squeeze of the shoulder as he passed her.

A few hours later, Castiel found himself waiting at a table at a local restaurant. He tapped his foot anxiously as he waited for Dean. When he finally saw him across the restaurant, he couldn’t resist the urge to beam and stand up to make himself more visible.

He wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate to hug Dean or just wave, so with his hand up, he stuck it out for Dean to shake, as if that wasn’t the most awkward thing he had ever done. He felt a slight rush of relief when Dean simply laughed and shook his hand.

“Relax, man. It’s just dinner.”

“Dinner with the man I flirted with over a cup of semen while I was at work.” Castiel sat back down in his seat. “I’ve never been here before.”

“You’ve never been to The Roadhouse? If you like burgers, you’re going to love this.” He sat down across from Castiel and placed his arms on the table, leaning forward with a flirty grin.

Castiel smiled softly. “I do love hamburgers.” His phone dinged and he blushed. “I’m sorry, I know it’s rude to text on a date, but I need to leave my phone on in case my daughter texts me.”

“No, don’t be sorry. Making sure your kid is okay is more important than stupid date etiquette.”

Castiel checked his phone, and sure enough, it was Claire.

Claire Novak

How’s it going? Is he there yet?

Castiel Novak

Great. He just got here. Are you okay?

Claire Novak

I’m fine. I’m just checking in on you. Have fun!

Castiel smiled at his phone and set it aside. “She was just asking if you were here yet.”

Dean nodded. “How old is she?”

“She just turned fifteen.”

“Big birthday. She get her driver’s permit?”

“Oh yeah, she did. I felt bad, because I started crying at the DMV and embarrassed her. She says it wasn’t actually that embarrassing, but it was embarrassing for me.” He blushed. Why was he admitting this on a date?

“That’s sweet. You sound like a really caring father.”

Castiel smiled. Damn, he was just as charming and nice as he was attractive. “Thank you. I try to be. She’s the light of my life. I do everything for her. It hasn’t exactly been easy for her, so she deserves everything I can give her now.” He would have stopped at ‘thank you’, but Dean seemed to be enjoying listening to him, which felt nice.

“How is it that you’re stupidly gorgeous and a great guy all in one?”

Castiel’s cheeks flushed. “You’re saying that about me? I was thinking the same about you. I’ve been thinking that ever since we got here. You’ve let me sit here and blab about my daughter and you’ve barely spoken.”

“Maybe it’s just because I love the sound of your voice. After all, thinking about it is what got me off today.” Dean put a hand over his face. “God, I really can’t control myself around you.”

Castiel laughed softly. “It is pretty entertaining.” He glanced up as the waitress that sat him approaching the table. She grinned at Dean.

“So you finally got a hot date? About time. You gettin’ your usual?”

Dean grinned up at the waitress. “Hell yeah I am. How’re you, Jo?”

“I’m good. Mom’s behind the bar tonight and Ash is bussing tables, as usual.” She looked over at Castiel. “If he gives you any trouble, you tell me and I’ll whoop his ass.”

Castiel smiled. “I’ll be sure to do that, thank you.”

Jo smiled back. “What can I get for you?”

“I’ll just have a water and a cheeseburger with the usual toppings, thank you.”

Jo picked up their menus and left to go get their drinks.

Castiel looked back at Dean. “You must come here a lot.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve come here since I was a teenager. Jo and I went to highschool together. She’s a fireball. Her mom is too. Ash is a cool guy. He’s the one with the mullet. You’ll see him around.”

Castiel nodded. “I’ve talked a lot about my family, tell me about yours.”

“Well, not much to say. I don’t have a lot of family. There’s my little brother, Sammy. He lives out in Palo Alto, California. He’s a lawyer. He’s such a smart kid. He got a full ride to Stanford right out of highschool. His fiance, Jessica, she’s a sweetheart. They’re going to move out here at the end of the year. I miss them, so I’m looking forward to being able to see them more. I hate driving out there.”

“Why don’t you fly?”

“Hell no. I don’t do planes.” Dean shook his head. “I love driving, but 25 hours is rough. I usually stop overnight, so it takes two days to get there, three if I don’t leave at the asscrack of dawn.”

Castiel nodded. “I understand. Everyone has some irrational fear.” He smiled softly. “That’s really impressive that your brother went to Stanford.”

Dean beamed proudly. “I know, right. He’s a good kid, so smart.”

“You probably miss him.”

“Oh yeah, I miss him a lot. I can’t wait for him to move down here.” He smiled. “What’s your daughter’s name?”

“Claire.” He picked up his phone and showed his wallpaper, which was a picture of him and Claire. She had her hair long and braided on the side, which was her favorite style.

Dean smiled. “That’s a great picture. She looks like she loves you a lot.”

“She does.” Castiel set his phone back down. He was absolutely smitten as he talked to Dean. Conversation flowed with ease and was barely interrupted by the arrival of their food. They talked over their burgers and Castiel learned a lot about Dean. He was an auto mechanic, and had worked on cars since he was ten. He grew up all over the continental US, but he was born in right here in Lawrence, and he spent his high school years in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. They were still talking long after their meals were over, and soon it was getting late.

“I hate to cut us off, but I did promise Claire I’d be home before nine. I’m sure she would be fine, but I should still probably go.”

“Oh wow, it’s that late? Damn, yeah I’ll let you go.”

Castiel was going to just go home, but then he blurted something out. “Do you want to come over?”

Dean blinked in surprise. “I mean, yeah, I’d like that.”

Castiel was tense until he heard Dean’s answer. He wanted to spend more time with Dean. “You want to follow me there? It’s not far.”

“Sounds good.” Dean led the way out of the Roadhouse. They had already paid for their meals. He looked around. “Which car is yours?”

“The Lincoln, right over there.”

Dean nodded. “Alright. See you there.” He smiled.

Castiel smiled back and nodded. “See you there.” He got into his car and made sure Dean was behind him before he started driving. His house was a cute townhouse near the center of town. He had a flower garden out front and a vegetable garden in the back. He parked in his garage and got out of his car. He looked back at Dean’s car and walked to the driver’s side door. When Dean rolled down the window, he leaned in slightly.

“Mind if I go in first to let Claire know you’re here?”

“Not at all.” Dean chewed his lip as Castiel started to leave. “Wait-“

“Hm?” Castiel turned back and found Dean’s face way closer than before. His eyes flicked down to his lips and he swallowed. A few seconds later, Dean leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a quick kiss. Castiel kissed back and pulled away with a grin. “I’ll be back.” He was practically giddy as he walked up to the door and let himself in. Within seconds, Claire was bounding down the stairs.

“Tell me everything! What’s he like? What did you do? Was he nice? Did you tell him about me?”

Castiel smiled. “Slow down, it’s actually not over yet. He’s in the driveway and-“

“Can I meet him?”

“Sure. I just wanted to let you know that he was here before letting him inside. I didn’t want to startle you. Have you done your homework yet?”

“No, but-“

“You can meet Dean, but then you’re going to finish your homework. It’s late.”

Claire nodded. “Okay.”

Castiel stepped back outside and waved for Dean to come inside.

Dean walked up the sidewalk. “I like the garden.”

“Thank you.” Castiel let Dean inside. “Dean, this is my daughter, Claire. Claire, this is Dean.”

Claire waved. “Hey, Dean. Thanks for taking my dad out. He needed that. It’s been forever since he’s dated.”

Dean chuckled softly. “No problem. In fairness, I only gave him my number. He asked me out.”

Claire smiled. “He likes you, then. Good to meet you, Dean.”

“Nice to meet you too, Claire.” Dean watched as she went upstairs and then turned to Castiel. “She’s sweet.”

“She is.” He hummed. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Dean followed Castiel to the living room and sat down next to him on the couch, taking his shoes off once Castiel did.

Castiel turned the TV on before looking at Dean. “Kiss me again.” He was surprised at his own forwardness, but he needed to feel Dean’s lips again.

Dean had a wide grin. “Another chance to kiss you like I mean it? Hell, I’ll take it.” He ran his thumb over Castiel’s jaw before leaning in for another kiss.

Castiel’s head spun and his world suddenly became very small. All he saw was himself and Dean, right here. All of his worries were gone. Everything with Dean felt so right. He had known this guy for eight hours and he was so head-over-heels. Hands drifted and nothing was rushed. A couch make-out session moved up to Castiel’s bedroom and became something more. Castiel fell asleep that night with his head on Dean’s chest, arm thrown over him.

The following morning, Castiel’s alarm went off and he turned it off, sitting up with a yawn. He looked over and his heart fell when the bed was empty. Did Dean already leave? He put his worries on pause when he heard Claire laughing downstairs. He quickly threw some clothes on and walked downstairs. He was met with a delicious smell of bacon and eggs. He saw Dean in the kitchen cooking and Claire sitting on the island with a piece of bacon in her mouth. Castiel smiled and walked up to Dean. “Good morning.”

“Morning. Hope you don’t mind me making breakfast.”

“Not at all. I can’t cook.”

“He set spaghetti on fire once.” Claire hummed.

Dean laughed. “That’s amazing.” He put the bacon and eggs on plates and set them on the table. When Claire’s back was turned, he snuck a kiss to Castiel’s cheek.

Castiel had no idea that morning how deep his love ran for Dean. That first date became one of many. Dean came over all the time to cook dinner, and they exchanged texts almost constantly. Dean constantly made jokes about how they met.

Dean Winchester

To this day, I still think about the time you held my semen in a cup and accepted my number

Castiel Novak

That was disgusting

Dean Winchester

Hey, you’ve seen me come a bunch of times now ;)

Castiel Novak

I’m at work

Dean Winchester

Oh, was that winky face too “provocative”?

Castiel Novak

No, the part where you referenced our sexual relations was inappropriate

Dean Winchester

Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Hey, meet me at the overlook today.

Castiel Novak

The one at the lake?

Dean Winchester

Yeah, that one. Great place to celebrate a six month anniversary, right?

Castiel Novak

It’s perfect. I’ll see you there. Love you

Dean Winchester

Love you too

That evening, Castiel walked the trail to the overlook. When he arrived, he found a blanket laid out and a basket full of food and wine. It was perfect. He watched the sun set over the lake, colors dissipating from the sky. When he stood up, he turned around to find Dean down on one knee with a little box in his hands.

After a year of marriage, Castiel walked into the fertility clinic for the first time without scrubs, because he wasn’t here for work today. Today, he and Dean were here for children of their own.

[timehealsfanfictionbka]

Time Heals.....Chapter Fifty

“You’re awfully quiet.”

Robyn turned at the sound of Chris’s voice and smiled, “hey you.”

“Hey. You ok?”

“I’m good. Just thinking.”

“Anything I should be privy to?”

“Once I figure it out, I’ll let you know.”

Chris moved to wrap his arms around her waist as far as they could go. Her widening belly made getting close harder than normal but he was fine with the reason why.

“How’s my babies?”

“They’re doing good. My God, having twins.”

“They may be some deep in our ancestry, probably. Things are known to skip generations.”

“True.”

“How long are you home? Don’t they need you back at work?”

“Took an extended lunch. I wanted to be with my family.”

“It’s just me home.”

“And what I said still stands.”

She leaned forward and kissed his lips, “you always know how to make a girl feel better.”

“I’ve had years of practice with you.”

“That is true. You talk to Mama?”

“Which one? Both of them are taking me to the edge about marriage.

“Did you explain that it’s me and not you holding it up?

“Of course I did. They don’t believe me.”

“Your reputation does precede you, Playboy”

“I am not a playboy.”

“Former ho then.”

“Ouch. Right in the heart.”

Robyn giggled and rubbed her hand across his chest, “you’re silly.”

“I’m so happy that I get to be close for this. Imagine if I was still in Paris and just visited instead of moved back.”

“There’s a lot of things that could’ve gone wrong, Christopher but they didn’t. No need to dwell on it.”

“OK, ok. You feeling ok?”

“I’m good. Will need to lay down in a few, these babies are on my back heavy.”

“You need me to get you anything?”

“No Babe, I got it.”

Chris smiled as he moved to take her hand and walk her back to the bed, “go ahead and lay down. I’ll get you something to eat, just in case.”

“Baby.”

“Robyn, don’t argue with me, please.”

Robyn just shook her head and climbed into her bed. Chris pulled the covers over her large belly and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Chris left the room. Robyn leaned over to open the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a velvet black box. She opened it and took the diamond encrusted band to twist between her fingertips. Months since she got this ring and still haven’t found the courage to put it on. As much as a marriage between them made sense, it made no sense to her and that was her dilemma.

“Ok, Ms. Fenty. Mr. Brown. Here are your babies.”

Chris stared at the ultrasound in awe, watching the small figures move about the screen. He looked over at Robyn and brushed his hand along her cheek before pressing his cheek against hers, “it’s two girls, Robs.”

“I see.”

“Two little yous.”

Robyn laughed, “I kind of hope not, you got enough trouble trying to handle me.”

“And here I thought I was doing a pretty good job.”

Robyn turned to kiss his lips, “you’re doing an excellent job.”

“Doc, can we get a copy of this?”

Dr. Wilson smiled and nodded her head, “absolutely. I’ll schedule your next appointment while I’m at it. You’re getting pretty close, Ms. Fenty.”

“Good because I am ready.”

Dr. Wilson chuckled as she left the examination room. Chris glanced at Robyn’s belly then turned back to her, “just a few more weeks.”

“What if they come on my birthday?’

“That’d be awesome, Baby Girl. Also makes their birthdays easier to remember.”

“Like you’d even forget.”

Chris laughed, “you ready to get going?”

“Yea.”

Chris grabbed a napkin and wiped off her belly before helping her to sit up and pull down her shirt. A few moments later, the doctor came back with their appointment papers and ultrasound dvd so they could leave.

Robyn sat down on the bench and dug a spoon into her ice cream to take a bite, “Chris, can I ask you something?”

“Sure you can, Babe. What’s up?”

“What would you say if I proposed to you?”

Chris furrowed his brow as he turned to face Robyn, “if you what?”

“What would you say if I proposed to you?”

“Is this a hypothetical?”

“Depends on why you’re asking.”

Robyn took another spoonful of ice cream as she felt a box be sat in her lap, “what’s that?”

“Open it.”

She sat her bowl down next to her and grabbed the box to see a large emerald cut diamond solitaire ring, “you’re kidding me. You just carry this around.”

“Never knew when the right time was going to occur.”

“Well in that case,” Robyn dug into her purse and handed Chris a black box. He flipped it open to see the diamond encrusted platinum wedding band, “great minds think alike, huh?”

“Never knew when the right time was going to occur.”

“So are you asking me or am I asking you?”

“How about we both say yes and just skip the formalities?:

Chris laughed and leaned forward to kiss her, “you and this disregard for tradition.”

“There’s no need for it. Besides you know how I am being overly ceremonious.”

“I do. Can I at least slide the ring on your finger?”

“Yes but not now.”

“Why?”

“Chris, I wanna get married before the babies are born.”

“Are you only wanting to get married because of the babies?”

“If that was the case, I wouldn’t have waited until two months before my due date. Trust me, nobody plans on walking down the aisle looking like a swollen beach whale.”

Chris shook his head, “you do not look like a beach whale. You look like an amazing woman, carrying two beautiful baby girls.”

“You’re my baby daddy, you’re supposed to say that.”

“I’m your fiance and I don’t say anything that I don’t mean.”

“So are you with it or do you wanna wait until after I have them?”

“If you wanna get married before, I am all for it but we don’t have much time.”

“That’s fine. It’s gonna be something small and intimate. Just family.”

“So you have plans already?”

“I have ideas but I want this to be something we do together.”

“That works for me. Date?”

“2nd Saturday of next month.”

“Venue?”

“You know how much I love that garden Mama Joyce has in her backyard.”

“Then we'll have to give her the good news.”

“If she hasn’t telepathically figured it out.”

They both laughed as they each held their ring boxes in their hands. Robyn swiped her fingertip across the diamond as Chris gingerly twisted the ring in it’s slot, “you’re ready for this?”

“I’ve been ready since I met you in the 4th grade.”

Robyn leaned onto his shoulder and smiled.

“Babe, I really like these white roses,” Robyn murmured as they walked around the nursery. 

“Me too but I was thinking about getting a few hybrids for you,” Chris replied as he took her hand and entwined their fingers together.”

“You think my bouquet should have hybrids?”

“Yea, it should be a unique mix like you.”

“I’m already marrying you not need to kiss my ass.”

“What I did last night is considered kissing your ass, this is me giving a sincere compliment.”

Robyn laughed, “just a few days left before our ceremony.”

“I didn’t think it’d come together so fast.”

“We got two very determined families who have been waiting since we were children for us to get married. I’m shocked our mothers didn’t already have plans drawn up.”

Chris laughed, “that’s true. How’s the babies?”

“They are good. A little more pressure as they’re growing but other than that, good.”

“You think of names?”

“I think we’ll go with the names you came up with. They’re pretty enough.”

“Cool.”

“Chris, you’ve been pretty quiet this whole time. You ok?”

“Yea.”

“Babe, don’t do that. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t want you to feel like we have to get married. Just a few weeks ago, you were really adamant against it and now-”

“Chris, I bought your ring months ago, I was just too scared to ask you.”

“What?”

“I saw it and thought it’d be perfect for you but I was so scared about whether I could do this right. The years we’ve known each other have been amazing but that doesn’t mean I’d be a good wife, you know?”

“If there was anything you never had to worry about, being a good wife to me is one of them. Ring or no ring, you’ve always been it for me.”

“Thanks Baby.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, I just didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

“It’s fine. You know how fussy you get about me being withdrawn and it bothers me when you get withdrawn too.”

“Understood. Sorry.”

“Not a problem. Which hybrids do you think should be in my bouquet?”

“I think those fire roses would be a nice pop with the white roses, maybe a few pinks and reds, give it an ombre effect.”

“Ombre? How much have you been reading up about this?”

“Well when you have me up at 3 am with baby kicks and belly rubbing, I get pretty bored.”

Robyn laughed, “Sorry Baby, your daughters just be killing me.”

“It’s cool. You ready to go pick a cake?”

“Yes, the best part of this whole thing. Food.”

Chris laughed as he shook his head, “you and these sugar cravings.”

Robyn winced as she sat down on the bed. Monica and Joyce glanced over at each other before going to each sit on a side of her.

“Anna, are you ok?” Monica asked gently.

“I’m fine. Just some baby pain.”

“Sweetie, you sure this is the right time to be trying to do this?”

“Yea, I want to do this before they are born and I really don’t think we’ll have time after they get here. I don’t want to postpone this any longer than I need to.”

“I’m sure Chris would understand.”

“I know but that doesn’t change anything. I’m ready and I want to do this right.”

Joyce rubbed her hand along Robyn’s back, “your breathing sounds a little shallow, are they pushing against your chest?”

“A little bit but they’ll move in a second. They always do.”

Chris started pacing around his old bedroom  and wringing his hands together. His best friend grabbed his shoulder, “why you so nervous?”

“Because she’s pregnant and I’m really thinking she might go into labor after this stress of wedding planning.”

“You’re prepared, right?”

“Yea. Of course.”

“So relax. The hospital is close by. We got a car parked near the backyard entrance, just in case. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Man, I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

“Tell me about it. I’ve never seen you this ready before in my life.”

Chris laughed as he stopped pacing. His friend brushed down his lapel and fixed his tie, “I never expected this but then again it is Robyn.”

“It is.”

“Things will be perfect. Don’t worry.”

Robyn stood at the altar, holding Chris’s hands in hers when a sharp pain shoot through her stomach. She gritted her teeth to prevent ehrself from squeezing Chris’s hands. Her mind completely spaced away from the moment.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

Chris frowned, “No? Robyn?’

She shook her head, “what? No, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Robyn, the pastor is asking for an answer.”

“What? I- Nooooo.”

She doubled over and the wedding guests started to murmur in confusion. 

“Robyn, what is wrong?”

“The babies are coming!”

“Holy shit!”

Chris gestured to their parents as he moved to wrap an arm around Robyn’s waist, “Baby, can you walk?”

“Not very- Owww!”

“Fuck it.”

Chris picked her up and started running down the aisle to the car they had positioned at the backyard entrance. Carefully placing her in the passenger seat. Chris rushed around to the driver’s side just as their wedding party started crowding at the gate.

“Mama, meet us at the hospital!” He exclaimed out the window as he pulled off from the curb.

6 hours and an epidural later, Chris stood next to the bed as Robyn cradled their babies in her arms.

“They’re beautiful, Bajan Girl.”

“They are, aren’t they? Erin and Erica Brown.”

                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Robyn. Robyn.” Chris shook her body until she sat up, slightly heaving, “Baby, are you ok?”

Robyn turned to him like she was seeing him for the first time, “Chris?”

“Yes? You ok?”

“I’m fine. I just had a weird dream.”

“Obviously. You’re sweating, Baby,” Chris said with a chuckle as he ran his hand over her forehead and held it out to show her the perspiration.

“Was it a nightmare?”

“No, it was just- crazy. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“It’s fine.”

“When’d you get here?”

“I’ve been here for the last three days since we got back from Florida. You sure you ok?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

Chris wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently, “you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.”

“I already think you’re crazy so that’d be a little too late.”

Robyn punched his side and Chris laughed before kissing her temple, “Come on Robs, talk to me.”

“It was about my pregnancy with the twins.”

“Oh.”

“But it was with you.”

“What?”

“It was like the last few months of my pregnancy but it was you instead of Michael. Like you had never stayed away.”

“Oh wow. Wait, we got married?”

“Almost but then the twins were born during the ceremony just like in real life. But what was odd was we proposed to each other.”

“Really?”

“Yea, it was just so weird but it felt real. I think I’m losing my mind a bit.”

“Well….”

“Christopher.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything.”

“I can see the thoughts going through your head.”

“So you proposed to Michael?”

“What? God no, he got down on one knee and did the whole traditional thing.”

“But we didn’t?”

“No. Like it was so regular, we were literally eating ice cream on a bench after a doctor’s appointment when it happened.”

“Sounds like us.”

“Chris, stop it.”

“What do you want me to say? It was just a dream anyway. It’s not like you’re pregnant now or planning on proposing to me. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Robyn sighed, “I guess you’re right.”

“It’s not a bad idea though.”

“What?”

“Us proposing to each other. Takes a lot of the pressure off.”

“There is no pressure  because we’re not there yet.”

“You’re not there yet, let’s be correct.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “Whatever.”

Chris laughed, “wait, us getting married freaked you out so bad you started sweating? You sure you don’t wanna meet my therapist?”

“Yes, I’m sure and it wasn’t the marriage thing. It just felt too real, that’s all.”

“I mean it could-” Robyn cut her eye at Chris and he closed his mouth.

“I really don’t need you laughing at me about this. I already feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“Baby, seriously it’s not a big deal. It’s just a dream and this is real life. You think you can go back to sleep?”

“I can try.”

“Come on.”

Chris laid back against the pillows and held Robyn tighter against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he kissed her forehead.

[writingismyhappytime]

Marry Me (Part 4)

Ricky Horror x Reader

Warnings: Language

You admire your ring where you sit at the desk in your shop. It sparkles, and is pretty noticeable on your finger, which you like.

He did good.

You purse your lips thoughtfully, wondering when the shit is really going to hit the fan. So far social media hasn't exploded, no one recognized Ricky at the restaurant, and none of your mechanics have made any comments about the rock on your finger.

You don't see how, you feel like it's huge, the first thing anyone will notice because it's so new.

You tilt your fingers as you look at it, letting the lights hit the diamonds. He probably paid a pretty penny for it, and that's more than what you expected; you almost figured he'd get a ring out of a vending machine as a joke.

So you're pretty pleased.

Hopefully he can still take it back when everything is over.

You glance over as your phone buzzes, and you sigh as you see his name. Hopefully he's calling with good news, like maybe you can actually move this wedding business along already.

"Hey." You shuffle, pressing the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pick up a pen, twirling it between your fingers.

"Hey. So I told Ryan."

Your chest clenches. "About last night?"

"Yeah."

"And?" Can't he spit it out!? Does Ryan approve? You're sort of basing everyone's reaction on his, so you hope it was positive.

"I mean, he was pretty floored." Ricky sighs, sounding tired. "Didn't expect it. He thought I was just asking you out officially, not asking you to marry me."

"He asked if I was pregnant, right?"

"... maybe."

You chuckle, amused at the reluctance in his voice to admit you were right. "I told you that would be his first thought. So is he okay with it?"

"Doesn't really have a choice but to be, but I mean he didn't throw you under the bus or anything."

That's good. "Is he cool with being the best man?"

"Seems that way. You're gonna have a maid of honor right?"

"Well, I have one in mind. Do you think Devin looks good in purple?" You tease, and you can practically see Ricky roll his eyes over the phone.

"Hilarious. Truly. I'm dying." He mumbles sarcastically, which only makes you grin. "But I'm telling the guys all tonight, Devin is still in town because of Joshs grand opening, so I'm getting everyone together. Are you going to tell your family?"

Right, er, your family.

Your one aunt and cousins.

"I guess so. I was just waiting to see what you wanted to do. So you're telling the guys and then what? Do we just have a wedding?"

"Basically, I guess."

"You're not doing the social media thing?"

"I dunno. I don't want to overkill it, I guess. Make it seem like a show. If it gets out, then so be it. But I don't really want to post about it."

Fair enough, that doesn't really matter to you.

"Alright. So I can go ahead with the wedding plans?"

"... yeah."

"Don't sound so glum, Ricky, this is going to be fun."

"Why do women always say that?" He sighs dramatically. "Fun is equal to complete torture."

"Ahuh. Well suck it up. We have a lot to do in a month you know. I have to find a venue to get booked, find a dress and you a tux, go cake tasting ---."

"Cake... tasting?"

"Of course! We have to have a wedding cake!"

"Is that expensive?"

"Ricky!"

" I'm just kidding," he chuckles. "I told you you could do whatever. You wanted pigeons and rainbows and all that."

"Doves, Ricky, doves. Pay attention, would you? Do you need me to write you a list?"

"Uh, no."

You smirk, leaning back in your chair.

You're going to have so much fun with this.

"Anyhow. I've already called the bakery in town and they can get us in tomorrow at noon to taste cake." You twist the pen between your fingers thoughtfully, gazing at nothing in particular. "Don't bail, this is important. Piss me off and I'll make sure it's made of pizza."

You know he rolls his eyes this time.

~~~~~~

Well, telling the guys was memorable. Ricky almost wishes he'd taken a picture at this point, just so he can never forget their faces. Everyone had been floored, and there was a full minute of awkward silence where everyone but Ryan waited for him to state it was a joke.

He wasn't joking.

Chris had actually seemed concerned, like Ricky wasn't making a completely rash decision out of stupidity. Ricky of course can't explain his reasoning, so he's given the lame you're just so in love with each other this is what you want excuse.

Honestly, he doesn't think the guys are buying it, but that's fine. When he gets fair custody of Chloe, he can explain what's going on to them, but he's not going to fuck everything up by saying anything just yet.

"Do you want white icing or what?"

"Huh?" Ricky blinks, brought out of his reverie by your excited voice. His head slowly swivels to where you're sitting beside him on the sofa, your legs criss-cross and a bunch of pamphlets open in your lap. You'd dropped by unexpectedly with an arm load and basically not given him a choice but to look at it.

Ryan isn't home, so Ricky can actually relax right now. He doesn't have to put on a show, force some affectionate gesture towards you or the like, you can just be normal again. He's glad it didn't get awkward after that impromptu kiss from the other night, especially since he hadn't even been prepped for it.

Of course, he's going to have to be, isn't he? Couples kiss, and it's not like your lips hadn't been soft and warm against his.

"White icing?" You flail a paper at him, and he reluctantly takes it, seeing different flavors of icing on the smooth paper, also displaying the different types of cakes. "Yes or no? Are you allergic to anything?"

"Not that I know of." He mumbles, the ink on his fingers seeming darker as he holds the papers. He squints slightly, blinking as you hand him more to read.

"Good. Now what kind of style cake do we want? Three tier? One big one? I kind of like the stacked look, we can even get one of those ironic bridegroom things on top!" You can't help the excitement in your voice, an image already in your head about how you want the cake to look. "And what about the catering? We could get the Italian restaurant for some, mainly the appetizers."

The more you speak, the more Ricky sees dollar signs.

By the time Ryan gets home, you have the pamphlets spread out all over their coffee table, you and Ricky sitting in the floor in front of it. You're talking, holding three in your hand and asking him to pick already, that those are the ones you need to call in the morning and let the baker know you're sampling.

Ricky looks torn between panicked and sick.

"RICKY."

"I just --- I don't know," he shuffles uncomfortably. "You want strawberries, right?"

"Yes, it can be one of the desserts. But what do you want the cake to taste like?"

".... Cake?"

You groan in frustration, starting to get irritated. It's just a simple thing to pick!

"Uh, what happened to our living room?" Ryan blinks where he stands in the doorway, his hands slipping into his pockets. "What the hell are you guys doing?"

"I'm trying to decide on a cake," you say impatiently, twisting on your knees to look at him over your shoulder. "Chocolate or white?"

"For what?"

"For the type of cake!"

"Uh, white."

"Thank you!" you huff, tossing one pamphlet away completely. Now just two left. "Now, what do we want the cake to look like? Three tier, no cute bridal ornament ---," Ricky had vetoed that pretty immediately, something about "tacky." You feel the same so you’re not upset about it.  "How do you want it to look? I know you don't want just a white cake with all girly designs."

You're trying to be fair here.

Ricky sighs.

"Why don't we talk it over with the baker tomorrow, alright? We've decided the basics, haven't we?"

"Well, for the cake. But we haven't talked about the rest of the food, or even where we're going to have the wedding! And since it's so soon, we need to find out who can marry us, get the dress and you a tux, and ---." You stop, seeing the overwhelmed and slightly frightened look on your new fiance's face with a sigh.

So basically you're doing everything yourself, aren't you?

My life savings, is all Ricky thinks.

"Don't worry about it," you finally mutter, starting to gather all of your papers together. "I'll get it all figured out by myself, I guess."

Jesus.

"(Y/N) ---."

"No, no, don't worry about. If you had your way, I'm sure we'd just have coffee to drink and a fondu fountain of creamer," you huff, finally getting to your feet, your legs tingling from kneeling so long. You're a little annoyed he's not at least acting like he's interested --- he just looks completely freaked out! You're starting to wonder if you won't get to the day of the wedding and he'll not be there, that he'll embarrass you and leave you waiting at the altar.

You'll never forgive him if he does.

Ryan casually strolls his ass out of the line of fire.

"(Y/N), come on, don't be like that. I just... all of this is a little much, isn't it? I mean, I get the cake and all that, but there's so many... options." He looks around a little helplessly. "Why so many options?"

"Don't be a baby, it's just cake."

Cake that costs almost a hundred dollars!

"I know. But then what? Outfits?"

"Well, yes. I need a wedding dress, you need a tux --- and not one of your concert outfits either!"

Ricky looks miffed. He wouldn't use one of his outfits. "I know that."

"It's not like I'm asking a lot out of you, Ricky." You finally huff, crossing your arms indignantly as you glare at him. He asked you first, he involved you --- he can't be such a little bitch about it now! You have way too much you have to get done in a short amount of time, and you're already having to neglect your shop a little to do so! Your guys of course fervently congratulated you for your impending marriage --- if not all looking completely confused as hell.

And of course they're all coming to the wedding, although you haven't mentioned that fact to your future husband yet; it's not like you have a lot of family to sit in the pews.

Speaking of which.

"Do you want a church or the outdoors?" You ask after a moment, thoughtlessly changing topics as you tap the papers against your arm.

"A church?" The blue eyed man sends you a skeptical look. "I mean, a church? Neither of us are religious."

"But churches are pretty and it's not like you're going to burst into flames by just stepping into one. I know a cute one just out of town that will probably host us, and we can use their reception hall for afterwards." You say, brightening; that would make things easier! "I'm working on the pastors car this week, so maybe I can even get him to agree to marry us if I discount his repair!"

Oh jeez.

"Are you seriously going to bribe a priest?" Should Ricky be proud or horrified you'd go to that level?

You give him a grin. "I dunno, think if I throw in an extra fifty he'd wear the Frank N. Furter outfit?"

Fuck, you're both going to hell, aren't you?

~~~~~~~~~

The cake is disappointing.

You're not sure if it's because it's incredibly too dry, you're just not into tasting cake, or that Ricky fucking didn't show up! You sigh where you sit at the little white clothed table in the bakery, poking at your cake options with your fork. Your engagement ring is glittering on your finger, and although the baker is all bright and bubbly and waving a few more cake options in front of you, you're a little bummed.

You know Ricky had to pick Chloe up today since school was closing early, so he'd already mentioned he would be a few minutes late.

Well, now it's an hour.

"I'm sure he's going to show up, dear." Margerie the baker says, lightly sitting down in front of you. You don't know her, the town is large enough where no one knows everyone, which is one of the things you like about it. You just shrug your shoulders at her, picking at the tablecloth a little.

"I like the white cake the best," you say after a moment, nudging it with your fork. "But I'm not sure on the icing. His daughter is allergic to nuts, so I want to stay away from anything like that." Well, Chloe has a mild allergy, not so severe she'd die, but enough where she gets a hard time breathing and you don't want that. So, no peanut butter, or cashews, when that child is staying with you.

"Of course! Is there any design you're wanting?"

"The three tier, for sure." You bob your head, looking over at the book she has laid out on the table with pictures of her creations. "I definitely like how this one towers upward, but I want to make sure it's easy to cut so we don't mess it up."

"I can always do different colors, as well. Perhaps one side of the cake one design, the other something different?"

You purse your lips. Ricky might go for that.

Your head turns as you hear the bell above the door ding, and you relax a little.

Finally!

"Hi, (Y/N!)" Chloe gasps as she bursts through the bakery door in a little white dress with red strawberries printed on it. You smile, opening your arms as she barrels into you, her eyes lighting immediately on the different flavors of cake. She boldly pulls herself up into your lap as if it's the most natural gesture in the world, looking at the different options before her.

Ricky trails behind her wearily, looking a little stressed and more than ready for the day to be over. He just mumbles an apology for being late as he sits down in the chair beside you, running a hand through his dark hair.

The baker raises a brow, but doesn't comment.

You know, you get it. You don't exactly match as a couple.

Ricky is all tats, and from his fingers to his toes he doesn't really look like someone you'd casually greet on the street, or to have a little girl holding his hand so happily. Chloe doesn't think twice about his appearance, to her, that's just her father, and you sort of admire how she doesn't place any bearings on appearances.

Although she is starting to get a little heavy in your lap.

"What's this one?" Chloe asks, taking up your fork and poking at the cake you'd been sampling.

"French vanilla," you lean back in your chair, not saying a word as the little girl samples it.

"Eh, it's so sweet! What's this one?"

"Honey cake." The baker says, looking amused.

At least Chloe is interested in cake sampling!

You glance at Ricky beneath your lashes, seeing his withdrawn expression. He usually only looks that way after he's had a fight with Claire, so you can only imagine what picking Chloe up must have been like. Did they have an argument? What's going on now? Surely news hasn't gotten back to his ex just yet?

It's only been a few days!

Has anyone told Chloe?

You wonder how she'll react.

"Okay, so what's your favorite?" You ask the little girl in your lap, shuffling slightly.

"I like the plain vanilla, but I like this icing!"

"It's whipped buttercream."

Lots of vanilla, huh? Lots of white.

"Ricky, try some and see what you think," you say after a moment, cutting your eyes at him; you'd viewed this going a little differently in your head, he could at least go along with it. He looks like he's going to decline, except Chloe turns with those bright, matching eyes of hers and offers him a nice sized bite of cake with a hopeful expression.

"Yeah, Daddy! Try it! This one is my favorite!"

He hesitates, but relents, mumbling an okay before obediently opening his lips. He makes an approving sound, but you know he's liking the chocolate torte cake more than anything else once he really starts trying them.

You relax a little, settling in your chair. Chloe seems perfectly content in your lap, seeming to enjoy herself a chat with the baker, who immediately has fallen head over heels for the small child; it's not a very hard thing to do.

You absently straighten the white bow in the back of her dark hair, she hardly noticing. She's used to you, very comfortable, so maybe that means that she'll be okay with you marrying her father? Will she even understand what that means? She's still so young, and there's no telling what she's going to overhear Claire start saying when the news really gets out.

You can only imagine the bomb that's going to be.

Hell, you're still not so sure about it yourself!

"So white cake with white frosting?" The baker asks after a moment as Chloe innocently declares this is the cake the two of you should get for your "party."

Oh jeez.

"That's good with me." You smile, and Ricky just nods his head; why is he so distracted, so quiet?

What happened?

"Chloe, why don't you go wash your hands, and we'll go get some non-sweet food, okay?" You say lightly as the baker begins gathering the plates. Chloe just chirps an okay before she starts for the bathroom, skipping her way towards it.

"Alright, asshole, what's going on?" You hiss softly under your breath, swiveling abruptly in your chair and glaring at the black haired man behind you so fervently he looks startled. "Why were you so late?"

"I ---." His eyes flick towards the half open bathroom door as the sink turns on. The baker has hastily departed towards the counter, turning her back so the two of you have at least the appearance of privacy. "I had to pick up Chloe from Claire, and she already knows about us."

"What!? How?" You're honestly not sure if you're surprised or not. But who told her?

"I honestly don't know." He runs a weary hand through his hair. "But she tore me a new asshole, that's for sure. I don't know how much of it Chloe heard."

What a bitch.

You huff, propping your chin in your hand. "What all did she say?"

"I'll tell you later. You coming over tonight?"

"I didn't really plan on it." You have to work this afternoon, you're going to be tired and covered in grease. You like a hot shower and time to relax after a day like that.

Ricky squirms. "I'll put Chloe to bed tonight and then slip over. I just don't want her overhearing."

Ahuh.

Inviting himself to your place? You purse your lips, but he might as well; he might be backing out after the fight with Claire, so at least you'll know tonight before you really get started on the wedding business.

"Alright. But bring breadsticks."

~~~~~~~

"Ricky, you're making me nervous. What's going on?" You ask nervously. You're standing in your apartment above your shop. It's late, nearly midnight, you're tired and you've yet to have a shower. You'd stayed over several hours working on a car that your adventures with Ricky are putting you behind on, and the owner is expecting it by tomorrow afternoon!

Ricky sighs, finally stopping his pacing back and forth in front of your patched sofa. You look more like what he's used too, dressed in that awful, black-streaked jumpsuit with splotches of grease or something on your hands or arms. Your hair is in a knot on the back of your head, and you look as tired as you sounds, he almost feels guilty for coming over so late.

"So, I picked Chloe up from school today, from Claire."

"The evil witch of the west, yeah. And?"

"And she already knows we're getting married... soon. She was super fucking pissed at me because I didn't consult her first," he practically spits the word, as if it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. "Like she has any fucking say in what I do with my life now!"

Testy.

"Did she pitch a fit?" How the hell did that woman know?

"A mild one compared to her usual. Chloe was already in my car, so Claire kept her voice down, but I'm not sure what she heard," he sounds as weary as you feel, slowly sinking down onto the edge of the sofa arm. "She was upset I didn't tell her first, as the mother of my child, like I owe her something."

"She is the one who broke up with you first, right? She kind of lost all claim then." you snort, your hands on your hips. "Just because she had a kid with you doesn't mean she owns you for the rest of your life."

"No, just a thousand more years."

Well.

"I mean, she was going to find out anyway," you offer after a moment, taking a few steps toward him.

Your apartment isn't huge, but it's a decent size. You enter through the office in the shop, go up a flight of stairs where you enter the kitchen. It has ancient, yellow tiles, but it's big enough where it doesn't feel cramped. The fridge is as old as you are, but it does its job, and it's not like you use anything other than it and the microwave on the counter beside it. Your table is old and a little scratched up, but it's got history, and your wallpaper is, admittedly, in need of a good... dusting. Still, it's your home, and you can't imagine it any other way; you're still not quite sure how you're going to feel with Ricky and Chloe both crashing in it sometimes.

What if Chloe doesn't like it? She's never been to your place.

"Yeah, but I didn't figure so soon."

"Well, it doesn't matter now. We're still having our wedding." You frown, crossing your arms. You're not exactly sure what you're supposed to say here. "Chloe can even be the flower girl. Or hell, she can be the maid of honor!" You don't care. "But, Ricky, it doesn't matter. Whatever Claire said to try to tear you down, it's just because she's an asshole."

Well, Ricky won't disagree there.

But...

"She said she wasn't surprised, that she figured we'd been fucking around the entire time anyhow." He mumbles, and he sees you straighten slightly, as if you're offended. "I guess everyone sort of did anyway, huh?"

"Well, I don't know. But Claire's a bitch who tries to ruin everything, and her only good moments are when she's not around, so," you shrug your shoulders, refusing to let his ex ruin everything; you're already planning on getting your dress the upcoming weekend, so you're just a teeny bit excited about that. "I don't care what she said, and neither should you." You tap him lightly on the shoulder, his blue eyes finally flicking over to yours. "It's your life, isn't it? I know our wedding isn't as legit as everyone thinks it is, but if we were getting married under different circumstances, I would hope you still wouldn't have second thoughts just because of her."

"No, the only thoughts I have of her are regret." He mutters, looking down at his fingers. "I used to wish we hadn't had a kid together, just so we wouldn't be tied to each other. But I don't know what I would do if I didn't have Chloe now."

Yeah.

Having a kid changes everything, even the way you think about things.

"It's okay." You squeeze his shoulder, not quite sure what else you're supposed to do; when it gets to being all sentimental and emotional, you're not very good. You'd rather, well, change the subject.

But...

"Ricky, there is something we need to talk about."

"Yeah?" He glances at you, and you can see his guard rising already; he doesn't have to look so apprehensive!

"Well," your hands return to your hips, which Ricky has learned is pretty much your "I'm about to tell you something you might not like to hear" pose. "You know we're going to have to start being more affectionate, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I figured. Nice kiss the other night. You made it seem pretty real."

"Thanks," you smile slightly, pleased. "I tried. But, that does mean we're going to have to start doing it in public. And you can't cringe."

"I don't cringe."

"You tense up." You quirk a brow at him, refusing to let him sulk or mumble his way out of the conversation. "You're not relaxed, and that makes it pretty obvious you don't want to be kissing me."

"It's not --- okay, don't say it like that," He sounds slightly exasperated as he pushes to his feet, flushing. "I was just surprised, okay? I didn't expect it."

"Well, it seemed like the most natural thing to do, don't you think?"

"Well, yeah." He awkwardly rubs the back of his head. "It was."

"So, I mean, we're going to have to kiss on our wedding day. Like, with our lips."

"I know that."

"So then don't be a little bitch about it! Kiss me."

"I will, I will!" He huffs, growing embarrassed; why are you making such a big deal out of this right now?

"No, Ricky, I'm serious. That's what's going to fuck up this entire thing. You, sir, definitely need to relax more." You poke his shoulder playfully, hoping to lighten the mood a little. "I'm not asking you to make out with me, and we only have to do it in public, but I do think I'm a pretty good kisser for the most part. Don't ruin my ego."

He doesn't disagree. "I won't, don't worry. I was just surprised."

"Ahuh. Well, I'm going to do it when you least expect it," you decide, reaching up to tug your hair free of its bindings. Ricky watches as it tumbles down around your shoulders absently, shifting as you walk past him towards the hallway. "I'll shock you and you better kiss me back."

He can't believe he's having this conversation with you, he feels foolish.

"I think you're making this out to be a bigger deal then what it really is."

"Yeah, I don't think so. You realize you look like you're about to faint any time we start talking about the wedding, right?" You've been meaning to bring this up but you haven't had the opportunity. You sit down in your arm chair, reaching down to unlace your shoes. "You get this sick, 'I'm gonna hurl' expression on your face each time."

"No I don't."

"Ricky. Seriously. What are you so worried about? I'm basically taking care of the planning, all you gotta do is show up."

"It's not the planning, it's --- it's the cost. I don't know how we're going to afford it."

You roll your eyes, kicking out of your shoes and leaving them in the floor as you hop back up. "I know it sounds like it's a ton of money, but it's not. We're going in halfsies, right?"

Halfsies?

"That's what we agreed on."

"Then don't worry. I'm trying to be fair, it's your wedding too, so I want you involved," you shrug your shoulders, gazing at him from across the room. "I mean, it's a memory for both of us. I want it to be something we enjoy, not look back at and cringe."

Again with the cringing!

He doesn't cringe!

"Okay, I don't cringe. And I get it, I'm just... worried about Claire. What she's going to tell Chloe."

"Well, Chloe thinks we're just having a party, right?"

"I don't think she understands the concept of a wedding and what it means."

"She's a kid, it's fine."

"Yeah, but she's smart. She understands a lot more than what she should, and what about what Claire is saying to someone else about what's going on?"

"What does it matter what Claire's saying?" Now you're just annoyed at hearing her name; how many times can Ricky ruin a conversation by bringing his ex up?

"(Y/N), what Claire tells people, Chloe overhears. So if she's ---."

"Telling everyone I'm a big whore and we're only getting married because you're foolish and I'm a gold-digger, you think Chloe is going to... well, that it's going to affect her?" You hadn't really thought about that, but he has a point.

Well.

Chloe's opinion of you might change if she listens to her mother, huh?

"She shouldn't say anything like that around a kid."

"She might not mean too, but she's always had a loud mouth."

Welp, you agree with that.

Still...

You shrug your shoulders, deciding it's going to be what it's going to be.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter in the long run, does it?" You say after a moment, reaching for the buttons holding your jumper together. Ricky stiffens slightly, almost confused as you start unbuttoning it. "This isn't a real marriage, and as soon as you get your custody of Chloe, we're getting a divorce, right? So what does her opinion of me matter?"

"It matters a lot. You're a good person, especially for doing this for me." Uh, should he avert his eyes or...? What the hell are you doing? Are you even wearing anything under that!? "This is a big deal."

"Yeah, but we're both getting something out of it. You custody, me a pretty wedding."

"But it..."

"Don't tell me it's not real, Ricky," you cut him off, huffing as you shirk out of the sleeves, letting it hang off your waist; you have a tank on underneath, and your jeans, you just wear the old jumpsuit of your fathers so you don't ruin your clothing. "Because I want to pretend it is."

"That wasn't what I was going to say." His brows furrow. "You want a real wedding, and that's what you're getting. I know I'm... it's just weird, because I know that we're just pretending."

"It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess I just --- I never really thought it through, I never thought you'd agree."

"Well, you know how I am about surprising people." Your lips curve in amusement as you gaze at his flushed cheeks. "I know in the end we're just friends, but we do have to at least pretend we're having sex, you know that, right? I won't bite your hand off if you touch me or kiss me."

He flushes pink. You're always so blunt, even after all these years it catches him off guard.

"I know."

"Good. So get your act together. I expect full tongue on my wedding day, thank you very much."

Ricky snorts, relaxing when he feels the mood lighten. "Sure."

You grin, brazenly slipping over to him. You let  your fingers lightly rest against his arms, causing his cautious eyes to flick to yours immediately; you smell like a grease rag, which is normal, and somehow he finds the scent a little comforting. You're probably the best friend he has right now, the only one he can really be honest with, and he knows you undoubtedly have his back.

Isn't your spouse supposed to be your best friend anyway?

"So this weekend I'm shopping for my wedding dress, you need to find a tux." You lightly squeeze his arms. "I'll talk to the pastor tomorrow when he gets his car about marrying us and using the church."

"You were serious about the church?"

"Hey, if they'll let us use it relatively cheap, don't knock it. We don't have a lot of options on such short notice."

Well.

"Okay." Ricky shrugs, his eyes thoughtfully landing on your lips; even now they look soft and smooth, despite you have a bad tendency to bite them. "I'll get one. And the church is fine."

"Awesome." You brighten, pleased that he's agreeing and not flinching at the idea of it. "Now I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, I have an early morning."

Yeah, so does he. Chloe is an early bird, plus she has school.

"I'll see you later then."

"Yep. Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" You take a step back, the saying leaving your lips naturally; your dad used to say it all the time, and you'd just sort of picked it up as well. Doesn't really mean anything, just your way of saying goodbye.

Ricky starts to let you go, but ---- oh the opportunity.

He catches your hand last minute, tugging just enough to get you to turn around and look at him, expecting him to say something else. Instead, you find his hand cupping your cheek, tilting it upwards as his lips slip firmly over yours.

Fucker!

You blink in surprise, going still for several seconds before you snort, pulling away with a wry grin.

"Alright, asshole. Two points."

Ricky smirks, his fingers still curled through yours, your warm cheek against his palm. "You're right, I need to be more affectionate. Guess we're both in for ---."

"Just shut up and get out so I can take a shower."

Ricky laughs.

You don't hear him laugh often, especially not in recent years, so you relax as you hear the sound. He just grins at you, giving your fingers a squeeze before he starts for the door.

Yeesh.

What are you going to do with this man?

Marry him, obviously.

But you just... does it always have to be fake?

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