#but the lunch was yucky so i went to a friend's house to give it to her bc she'd like it

[bataranqs]

5 Happy Things

May 24, 2024

hehe it's the 24th and the year is 2024

my digestive system is working great and i can eat food with basically no problems yayyy

did some work today!!

got to help a friend <3

got to study in a cafe!

[suckerfordr3]

Priorities- Part VI

Daniel takes you home, it was getting late and you’ve left Ethan babysitting on his day off for way too long. Daniel has to go workout but he kisses you longingly telling you he’ll call you after. Ethan leaves after fishing out all the details of your date. You are glad to be alone with Luke. “Momma missed you” he says pulling you into a hug when he wakes up from his nap. “I missed you too baby, how are you feeling? Are you still feeling yucky?”

“No momma no yucky, I went to the park and Ethan made soup for lunch” He tells you and you feel relieved. He’s much chirpier today and you’re glad he had a good day, you read out to him and give him a bath before setting up a movie for him to watch whilst making dinner. As promised you get a call from Daniel, you have a brief conversation and make plans to meet up soon but your work schedule was heavy and the list of chores were piling up so you couldn’t commit to anything. When you go to sleep all you can think about aside from the mountain of work you have left is Daniel burying his mouth into you and promising you whilst eating you out to make you scream louder when he’s inside you for the first time, telling you it’ll be worth the wait. You let out a frustrated groan and will yourself to sleep dreaming of the next time you’ll see him.

The day following is just your average Sunday. Pancakes for breakfast whilst watching cartoons, cleaning up the house (you couldn’t remember the last time you vacuumed), a grocery run and if time permits laundry; aside from cooking meals for the two of you. You set out to make dinner when you hear from Daniel again.

Daniel texts you to tell you he’s going out for dinner with his friends and has apparently decided to take them to the restaurant you introduced to him.

You plate Luke’s food and sit next to him whilst he eats and you catch up on emails, helping him eat when he starts playing with his food instead. Luke babbles about how yummy his food is before accidentally knocking his plate onto you. You can’t help but let out a laugh at his shock and then sadness at the food being gone. You sternly tell him off though, you won’t be having him throwing food around for entertainment but you ruffle his hair to let him know it’s not a big deal. You plate him another and clean up his mess.

Your phone rings and you turn it over to see it’s Daniel on FaceTime, you look like a wreck but you take the call any way. “Hey Daniel , how’s it going?” You say to him trying to make sure that your stained T-shirt is not in view, “Hi babe, I’m all good, drinking some wine, just finished eating, the lads wanted to thank you for the sandwich, Blake looked like he straight up blew a load at his first bite, it gave me chills, seriously I may need therapy ” you let out a large laugh as the man sitting next to Daniel, who you assumed is Blake, smacked Daniel’s arm. “Hey don’t hurt the precious cargo, I put a lot of work into that” another man added but you couldn’t see who it was.

“I’m glad you liked it and don’t worry Blake I’m sure Daniel just got turned on and is using humour to deflect from his internal conflict of admitting his feelings for you.” Daniel feigns hurt at you comment but knows full well that you are just fucking with him. Blake pulls the phone away from Daniel and formally introduces himself to you and then flips the camera to show you the other man dining with them. “That’s Michael, he’s a prime specimen of the finest Australia have to offer, if you are looking for an upgrade” Blake says, Michael looks embarrassed at his friends antics. Daniel annoyed steals the phone back, “ hey hey hey no don’t even think about it, she chose me, tell them babe I’m the only Australian for you”

You talk to the boys a little before excusing yourself out of the conversation not wanting to infringe upon their guy time and Luke was getting fussy in his chair. You tell them to get the mille-feuille if they’re planning to get dessert, which you guarantee Blake will love. Blake makes you promise to meet them soon and you smile telling him that you look forward to it. You smile after you disconnect the call and eat your food.

It’s two hours later when Daniel calls again, it’s about 10 and Luke is asleep, you pick up whispering “hello”

“Hi” he says whispering back, “wait why are you whispering?” He ask you.

“I just put Luke to bed and I’m still in his room I just got him down, I don’t know why you are whispering though” you tell him whilst tiptoeing out and shutting the door gently. You reach your living room and say “okay all clear, what’s up?”

“I brought you dessert.”

“Huh?”

“I brought you dessert”

“No I got that dummy, I’m asking you what that implies”

“It implies that I’m waiting downstairs and you can decide if you want me to come up and deliver you said dessert with or without the double entendre.”

You think for a bit and answer “I’ll buzz you up”

A couple of minutes later you here a knock on your door. You open it and are greeted by a wide smiling Australian holding up a doggy bag. “I’m sorry but I ate half of it, how do you resist..”

You pull him by the collar and kiss him with fervour.

Pulling away you smile at him and say, “I always tip the the delivery boy” He laughs in a languid manner and pulls you into a hug.

“Hi y/n” he says taking in your scent. “You smell brilliant, and a little like marinara” your eyes widen as you realise you hadn’t showered yet.

“Luke had a little spill during dinner, haven’t managed a shower yet, I forgot that going on a date during the weekend means you’re behind on a million and one chores”

“I’m sorry” Daniel says all coyly, “yah be sorry, you should be apologetic for taking me out on my first date since forever, how dare you.” You reply in a fake harsh tone. Daniel laughs at your sarcasm.

“So can I have my dessert?” You swipe the bag from Daniel and you indicate for him to look around whilst you take out a plate to eat your half eaten dessert. “As the cliche goes, it’s not much but it’s home” you tell him as he looks up all the art and pictures you have hung up. Some of its Luke’s, some that your friends made you and some prints. Your walls were cluttered and whilst you appreciated a minimalist aesthetic your house was the furthest thing from it.

A jingle interrupted his perusing, your laundry was done. “I have a load to do” you said walking to your laundry room which was more a closet “feel free to snoop” you said but Daniel followed you. He sat beside you and helped you fold your laundry and you discussed your childhoods. It was fairly domestic and you were glad to see that you fit with Daniel in a more homely setting given how whirlwind your romance has been this far.

Daniel spotted your bra when you were putting a load of delicates in, he smiles cheekily and picked it up and like a five year old let out a “oooooo look what we have here”

You raises your eyebrows and snatch the bra from him and place it on top of his head clasping it at his chin and do your best Mickey Mouse impression “hot diggity and now you’re the mascot of an evil media conglomerate”

Daniel laughs at you and leans in to kiss you on your nose before continuing to fold the rest of your laundry. You put a load in, and take the pile of Luke’s folded clothes in your hands as Daniel picks your clothes up. “Come here” you tell him as you lead him in to Luke’s room.

Luke is tucked into his bed, drooling with his mouth open in his batman pyjamas. Daniel enters the room cautiously, not wanting to make any noise to wake up the little boy. You go seat yourself next to Luke, leaning against the headboard and he cuddles up to you instinctively, Daniel sits at the foot of the bed taking your feet onto his lap.

“He’ll sleep through anything once he’s out cold” you comment as you thread your fingers through Luke’s hair.

“He’s adorable y/n looks more like you than in the pictures” Daniel says to you as he looks at Luke.”Has he asked about his dad?” He says after a pause.

“Kids are clever they figure things out, he knows most kids have two parents and he has just the one, but I don’t think he quite understands that it’s not the norm, you know, to have only one parent. When he starts play school I’ll tell him some version of the truth so he knows what to say if anyone asks. But I don’t want to be dishonest with him I just don’t want him to feel not wanted.”

“I want kids” Daniel said out loud “that was the plan post-retirement, get married, have children, enjoy the life I didn’t get to have but I think it might be too late. I might be getting too old”

You snort at his proclamation he looks offended before he smiles to you and says, “shut up you little shit” he says to you throwing a plushie at you, “sorry” you say laughing, “look I get it, but you’re all of thirty something, you can have a few thousand children before you start shooting blanks and still be fit enough to run after them.” You get up, and walk towards him, you place your arms around his neck, standing in front of him with your legs on either of his. “You don’t act old, and 30 is the new 20, don’t make this sport make you feel old” you look at his hair with fake concern to tease him and say “but your hair is thinning so maybe you are ageing that’s concerning.” You ruffle his hair and dart out of the room to avoid creating more noise in front of Luke. Daniel follows you, giggling as you enter your bedroom.

“As much as good idea it was to shower in marinara to attract an Italian to my bedroom I’m in dire need of a bath” you tell Daniel, “want to join me?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever say no to that” he says winking at you. You head into the washroom and run a bath, using your more expensive soap, you dim the lights, light a few candles and try to set a more romantic ambience. You head to the fridge and pour a glass of red wine for Daniel and a white for you.

Daniel was seated at the foot of your bed when you return, he was on his phone. You sit down opposite him on the ground with your back against your dresser. He’s lost in his phone so you nudge his feet with yours and he looks down at you surprised to see you seated in front of him. He takes his glass from you extended hand. He stares down at you and you look up at him until one of you cracks a smile and the other follows.

You talk until you estimate that your bathtub should be nice and filled, you let Daniel choose the music before taking him into the bathroom wine glasses in hand. You take his shirt off and he kisses your neck as he pulls your clothes off. You untangle from each other to get completely naked and climb into the bathtub. The water is warm edging on scalding and almost running over with the two of you in it. You lay down with your back against his chest, you’re leaning against him so you have enough space to stretch out but Daniel is a little less comfortable with his legs folded to fit into the bath but he looks content. You hand him his glass as you close your eyes and soak in the moment.

“You’re really beautiful y/n” he says sincerely after a while whispering into you ear. “You’re really beautiful too” you say tilting your head to look at his face. “Aww shucks” he says “now I’m blushing.” You mumble “dork” as he takes another sip of his wine.

Music played softly to fill in any silences as Daniel narrates his story, the sacrifices his family had to make but it wasn’t the PR version he fed the media, he spoke of the arguments, the financial instability in the beginning, the intense sadness that comes with the sacrifice you need to make to be a part of the sport but the way he spins his story is so positive it’s filled with hope and a love for the life he’s built for himself.

The physical intimacy was becoming more apparent as time went on, the water cooled down and the bubbles died away a little. Every time you laughed or moved your body you could feel Daniel getting harder. It became a game as Daniel’s hand had wandered to your breasts, just resting his hands on them grazing your nipples as he talks. There wasn’t any hurry both of you thought, playing the long game, getting more turned on as time passed. Daniel had started lathering up you hair when you had suggested actually cleaning up and you felt yourself melt into the moment. You returned the favour, turning around to shampoo his hair you had to get on his lap to get proper access. You felt his hardening member against your folds, you can’t help but let out a moan. Daniel smirks and says, “hurry up and bathe me woman, we have work to do” and you laugh but comply. You rinse his hair out and take the opportunity of having his eyes closed to pull him into a kiss. You kiss him wantonly wanting to be as close to him as possible and Daniel returns that enthusiasm biting at your bottom lip, earning another moan from you. You swing your legs out of the tub after a while of making out wanting him to take you to bed. You get out of the bath fetching towels and Daniel let’s out a wolf whistle which earns him a face-full of towel as he climbs out of the bath, his chiseled body glistening from the water, his tattoos out on display, you can’t help but muffle down a moan at seeing how freaking hot he is.

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Max Dennison

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Max after he moved to Salem. The two of you were in the same History class and sat fairly close to each other. Because of this; and the fact that you’re drop dead gorgeous, he quickly developed a crush on you.

- It doesn’t take long for him to shoot his shot but there is a period in time where he’s waiting for the right moment to say something and just doing the typical “I have a crush on you” things.

- When Max has a crush, he’ll do whatever he can to see them more; making sure he’s behind them on his bike as they begin to walk home, sneaking glances at them in class, strategically sitting at a lunch table where he’ll be able to watch them or standing close to their locker.

- Once he’s had enough of just watching, he’ll move on to using any excuse he can to seem cool and/or talk to them. This is usually when he begins to come up with a plot to ask them out and it’s not long after that he actually does so.

- Max asks you out only about a week or so after he moves to Salem. He was just planning on giving you his phone number or asking if you’d like to hang out sometime but things didn’t really go as planned.

- He’d wanted to go out and explore the town by himself but his parents forced him to take Dani with him while they continued to unpack. So, he begrudgingly let his sister join him on his adventure, figuring that the worst that could happen was her slowing him down and slightly annoying him.

- They’d gotten a good ways into town without a hitch; besides Dani forcing him to pick flowers, and Max had just about let his guard down. Well, that was until he saw you.

- He immediately froze in place, greeting you in surprise as you just so happened to turn and spot them. Dani immediately connected the dots as to who you were, she’d heard her brother secretly fawn over you more than once.

- It was only after you glanced down at his hand that Max remembered he was holding his sisters wildflower bouquet. He laughed nervously, raising his hand a bit and trying to make himself seem less like a loser as he explained he was looking after his little sister …and her flowers.

- While Dani is undoubtedly an adorable sweetheart, she is also somewhat devious. She uses this delightful coincidence to get her way, mentioning that Max was “just about to take her to the park”. He was just about ready to kill her before you chimed in.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Bingo.

- He immediately acted as though that was the plan all along and invited you to join them while Dani smiled at her obvious success. A cute boy asking you to go to the park with him and his little sister, why wouldn't you agree?

- So you joined the two of them, laughing and watching on fondly as he played with Dani and getting to know each other more and more whenever she went off to do something on her own. You wound up staying there for hours and probably would have stayed even longer if Dani hadn’t mentioned that her feet hurt and that she was tired. 

- If Max had learned anything at all, he learned that you thought it was cute when he was nice to his sister, so he offered her a piggyback ride as the three of you walked home. When you arrived at your house, he set Dani down and walked you to your door. 

”Well, if you ever want to go to the park again, you know who to call.” He smiled, handing you his number before joining back with his sister. 

“Dani? Have I ever told you that I loved you?” The little girl couldn't help but smile at her goofy older brother. 

- The two of you had your first actual date a few days later. He took you to the movies, then to go get some ice cream, and finally you wound up back at the park you’d gone to, sitting on the swing and eating your dessert. 

- He told you that you had something on your face, smiling as he leant in and kissed the corner of your mouth before slowly making his way to your lips. 

- It was in that moment; with your lips pressed against his, that Max thought to himself maybe Salem wasn’t so bad after all. 

- Innocent pda all the time. He just can’t help himself when you’re standing right there and looking so adorable.

- Handholding whenever you can. You swear he’s gonna learn how to be ambidextrous with how much he wants to keep your hand in his.

- Soft, chaste kisses.

- Cheek kisses. He can never hold back a smile when you give him one.

- He likes keeping his arm around your waist while you walk together. He likes how perfectly you fit into his side.

- Tight hugs. He does that thing where you give the person a squeeze and sorta sway with them while you hug, it’s very nice.

- Hugs from behind. He always presses a kiss to your head before he pulls away.

- This boy literally daydreams about cuddling his crush; he’d adore cuddling you anytime, anyplace. He usually wants to be the big spoon but he’d be up for any type of snuggling.

- He leans his head on yours whenever you rest your head on his shoulder.

- Hanging out with him in his widows walk, stargazing or watching the sunset/sunrise.

- He really doesn’t care what the two of you do as long as you’re together.

- Typical teenager dates: going bowling or roller skating, watching movies, getting pizza or ice cream; things like that.

- He tries to make you laugh with little impressions and exaggerative comedic routines.

- Getting teased a lot. He’ll pop out from behind corners to spook you, jokingly mock you and your little superstitions, and attack you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and growling while nuzzling his face into your neck. He thinks your reactions are cute.

- Watching him play his drums. Sometimes he’ll try and teach you how to play, othertimes he’ll just try to show off.

- He really wants you to think he’s cool and to be in awe of him. He’s constantly trying to show off and peacock for your attention.

- He’s quite fond of nicknames and pet names. He uses special ones though, something uniquely you.

- He keeps your photo framed on his nightstand or tucked under his pillow. He kisses it like every morning and night, occasionally talking to it when you’re mad at him or when he doesnt know what to do in a situation. It’s cute ...in an odd way.

- He’s in awe of you everytime he sees you dressed up or after a long time of not seeing each other. Sometimes he just can’t believe how beautiful you are.

- The amount of doodles he’s made of you while in class couldn’t even fit in a normal sketchbook.

- Dani is always interrupting the two of you, busting into his room and jumping between you as you sit on his bed or forcing her way between you two on the couch. She winds up accompanying you on a few of your dates, especially when his parents are busy. He can’t say he’s completely upset about it though, he likes watching you interact with her.

- You and her are probably best friends and occasionally hang out on your own without Max. She’s definitely spilled some embarrasing facts/secrets about Max whether one front of him or not.

- He’s sort of embarrassed by his family and their shenanigans. He turns bright red whenever they start acting all excited/childish. You cant imagine his relief when you assure him that you think its cute.

- He has a little sister so even though he’s a fairly typical teenage boy; he has that “I actually respect females” mindset. To an extent of course, he still can’t help but think about your yabbos from time to time.

- There isn’t a lot that grosses him out anymore since he was already a little grown up by the time his parents had Dani. He had to go through all those yucky baby phases so he has no problem holding your hair as you puke, bandaging your cuts, dealing with periods, wiping dirt off of you, and so on. Life’s gross, he’s accepted that a long time ago.

- Standing up for him. He finds it both embarrassing and touching at the same time.

- Letting him rant to you about how much he misses LA. He always absentmindedly adds on that you’re the only good thing to come out of Salem and it never fails to make you melt.

- Comforting him. He has a tendency to blame himself when things go wrong or work himself into a fit when something bad happens. You try to make sure he doesn't while also making him feel better. He’s always there for you when you need it as well.

- He’s a sweetheart and an adorable one at that. He’s always trying to make you feel better whenever he can and; overall, just being super nice to you. Making sure you’re happy is very important to him.

- He’s got a hard time keeping his mouth shut; he just cant help but say what he wants and not inconspiciously or very quietly either. You’ll oftentimes have to get him out of a situation before he starts more trouble than there has to be.

- Bringing out the best in each other.

- He sends a glance your way whenever someone mentions lovers, couples, or otherwise romantic things. It’s sort of like he’s saying “yeah, I’ve got one of those” or making future plans for the two of you in his head.

- Riding your bikes together or walking alongside him while he purposefully keeps pace with you on his.

- Going on stupid little adventures. They may be a bit reckless but they sure are fun.

- He’s somewhat of a pushover. He can very rarely resist your pleading/puppy dog eyes, especially when its combined with affection. You could genuinely stop him in his tracks with a single touch.

- You’ve definitely convinced him to let you put a face mask on him, braid his hair or do his makeup. Dani may or may not have been present or at least walked in on the two of you. She has not let him live it down since.

- He’s not scared of the supernatural; at least not yet, or spiders/insects, so he leaps at the chance to “protect you”. He tells you to “fear not” as he “vanquishes the beast”, delicately pushing you behind him and killing the thing or calling out to whatever ghouls may be lurking around.

- He insists in walking you home, mainly because it gives him the chance to spend more time with you.

- A trait he’s developed as an older brother is being protective of his loved ones. He won’t let anything happen to you; if he can help it, and usually has a pretty good plan when trying to get you out of trouble.

- He’s not an extremely jealous person. People being outwardly flirty or interested in you would tick him off but he reasons that you want him, not them and then he’s fine. Old boyfriends don’t bother him either, he’s your new and improved boyfriend; what would you want with them.

- He lashes out when he’s upset so you’ve definitely had your fair share of fights though they never last for very long. He immediately feels bad when he notices he’s actually hurt you and does whatever he can to apologize.

- He starts off with a genuine apology before he trying to explain himself, making a few little comments to try and get you to smile afterwards. Once you seem to forgive him, he shyly opens his arms and smiles as you go to hug him.

- He tells you that he loves you a lot; he just can’t help it. Everything you do makes him want to shout it out to the world.

- Prior to meeting you, he didn’t want to go to Salem at all, but now that he has you? He can’t bring himself to even think about leaving it.

[obaby-me]

Rooftop Rendezvous

Leviathan x Reader

Right trope, wrong genre.

Author’s Note:  I tried something new for me, trying to be gender neutral in a smut.  It was difficult and I may not have conveyed it all right.  If ya’ll got any tips, hit me up.  Some constructive criticism on this one is definitely accepted.

You’d told him you had something special planned for him.

It started with breakfast.  You gave him toast with jam and told him to hurry on his way or he’d be late.  You’d recommended that he eat while he run.

He found a love letter waiting for him in locker.

You’d saved him a seat at a window at the back of the room.

You gave him a bento you had made for him.

By the third-class period he’d caught on to your special surprise.

You had pulled out every stop in giving him a simulated experience of a protagonist in an anime!  What the specific genre was, he was yet uncertain, but you had planned out a whole story for him for his day.

Was it a simple slice of life?  Or was it supernatural?  Would there be magic?  Maybe it was simply a romance?  After all, you two had been together for some.  Regardless, he was giddy beyond measure!

For lunch, you invited him up to the roof.  Another staple trope of any story with a school setting.  It’s where all the key events happen:  where close friends gather for a place away from it all; where characters develop with heart-to-heart conversations or through brooding monologues; and of course, where romantic confessions and quiet dates between lovers take place.

“Don’t be late,” you had warned him, with a coy smile and finger of your lips.  “I want every second I can with you.”

He couldn’t stop smiling in the class just before, daydreaming of the possibilities that awaited him.  And the minute the teacher dismissed the class, he practically sprinted to meet you. He thought that perhaps he would get a love confession, or you’d be feeding him bites from his special bento.

When he’d opened the door to the roof, you greeted him with a peck on his cheek, an action that still made him blush no matter how many times you did so—but at least he’d stopped protesting as opposed to when you first began dating.  He’d learned if he put any sort of unwillingness you would stop immediately.  He could never tell if was because you were teasing him or if you were trying to be considerate.

“I found the naughtiest book peeking out from your bed,” you hummed, pulling from behind you book he knew too well.

His body went cold, his muscles rigid as the gears in his head slowly turned at the

His hentai.  The mangas he’d removed from his shelves and hidden away under his bed since your arrival to the House of Lamentation—you’d found them! He was a yucky otaku, but he didn’t want you to know he was a pervert too.

But now you did now. And he was mortified.  The only noise he could make was drawn out scream as he stumbled back against the door he’d closed behind him.  “I-I—” he tried to explain, but no good excuse came to the forefront of his mind.

“I was so excited when I did,” you cooed as you approached him, practically predatory.

“E-excited?”  He asked with confusion.  He’d thought for sure you were going to be upset.  But your tone and that look in your eye said otherwise. He gulped audibly unsure this was even happening.

“Oh, yes very.  I was especially fond of the little rendezvous on the rooftop here.”  You told him, opening the book to a page you had dog eared.  He’d have to be mad about that later.

Instead he could only attempt to gather air into his lungs as his mouth opened and closed while small noises that were attempts at words seemed to flow out.

“I was hoping, we could re-enact a something from it,” you whispered, a finger trailing up his shirt, eyes flitting up to him.  You bit your lip in the most enticing way, the way he knew you knew he liked.

The only thing he could do was nod frantically as you slowly fell to your knees, a wicked glint in your eye.

“You can stop me at any time,” you assured him—to which he wildly shook his head no.  No, he didn’t dare to turn this opportunity down.  Frantically he searched for the door handle behind him, locking the door as his signal that he was more than ready, despite his embarrassment and his incredibly reddened face.

Pleased, you unbuckled his pants and pulled them down only half way down his thighs, only just enough for you to get your face flat against him and rub against his cock against your soft cheek, peering up at him.  With a shaking hand he stroked your hair, as you began to kiss up his shaft to the tip, and lick a long stripe down again.  With kitten licks, you teased him, and his legs began to shake—mostly from nerves as much as impatience.  In an attempt to soothe him, you ran your hands up his thighs stroking in circles.

When you finally wrapped your lips around his cock, you took him inch by inch, each time pulling back and coming down for just a little bit more.  Warm, soft, and slick.  He bucked his hips and found to his surprise that you gripped his thighs and pushed him hard against the door as a way to stop him.

Your eyes held a warning, and he whined.  “P-please… You’re teasing!  I-it’s not fair…”  His hands moving up to cover his mouth from further noises to escape him.

You moan around him, and he feels his cock hit the back of your throat, your hands pumping what you had yet to put in your mouth.  You had more to go, and he couldn’t stand the wait.

But the more you worked him, the less he thought of the door, of being heard, and the more he seemed to loosen up the muscles that had tightened in his nervousness.  His face remained red, and he still bit at his hands to stifle some of his groans, but he no longer choked on them in attempt to hold them back completely.

Pulling back you gazed up at him, eyes lidded.  Gently you pulled on his arm down and then his hands into your hair.  “You know how it goes, don’t you, baby?”  You cooed, eyes glancing at the book and his eyes widened.

His mouth watered, and he gulped it back as he paused to think it through, biting at his lip nervously considering it.  “You have to tell me if it hurts.”  He asked, as he stroked your hair.  You nod and smile, returning your mouth to the tip, your tongue flicking against the head in an effort to entice him.

“This taste, this smell,” you quoted as you rubbed your cock against your cheek, “it makes my head spin.”

His hands fisted into your hair and despite your pushing against his legs, he roughly shoved forward into your throat.  You gag around him, and rake your hands down his thighs to give yourself a more stable hold.

Just like the panels. You really were letting him live out every fantasy and he couldn’t thank you enough.

He pulled your head back as you take a breath and then immediately thrusts again, feeling little less resistance the more he used you, until you laxed completely, eyes rolling to the back, cheeks red from the exertion.

What was the line?  “This is right where you belong,” he groaned, “you were made perfect for me.”  And by god, you really were.  From the way you loved him to the way you sucked him.  You were perfection.  He couldn’t adore you more.

Against his cock he could feel your lips tighten and your cheeks raise with a smile on your face. And somehow, the thought alone was more than enough than even the way your tongue lapped at the underside of his cock.  That familiar tense in his gut and the way his cock pulsed, he knew he was close.

“Drink it down,” he commanded, though his voice held very little authority.  Levi simply didn’t have it in him to be, as much as he wished to be.  He came hard, groaning loudly, your name on his lips.  You made it a point to swallow loudly, your throat closing around his now sensitive cock, causing him to shake.

When he yanked you off, you coughed and gasped for air, but you couldn’t stop smiling.  Opening your mouth to confirm you had taken in every last drop.  He trailed a finger over your sloppy lips.  As the story goes, you should turn and beg for more.  But something felt out of place.

Levi kneeled, gently cupping your cheek.  “I love you,” he whispered in a gentle kiss.

“That’s not in the book,” you chuckle against his lips.

“Nevermind the book.  I want to kiss you, okay?”  He muttered.  “This is better.”  His arms wrapped you pulling you against him as he sat back against the door.

Kiss after kiss, tongues dancing as his hands wandered on your form.  “Whose teasing now?”  You whine and he grins devilishly.  His grope at you mercilessly, slipping a hand under your clothes, and down into your underwear to insert a finger into you.  But he paused as he felt something already taking his place.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to find a toy waiting for him, given that you had prepared to re-enact everything in the story, but to actually feel it was a much different experience.  In his excitement, he quickly flipped you on your back, removing your clothes to see it too. “H-hey!”  You yelped in your surprise.

Had you been wearing that all day?  The very thought made his cock twitch.  “No way,” He said with awe.  His fingers gripped the toy that sat inside you rotated it experimentally inside you, angling it to rub against your walls.  You moaned loudly, your face contorted into absolute bliss, and your body trembled beneath him.  He rotated it once more, picking up speed with every turn, and pulling it out to spiral it back in.

“Oh, god, Levi, please,” you begged, “I’m gonna cum, Levi, I’m gonna cum,” you chanted as your hips rocked back into the toy.  You reached a hand to find something to hold on to and he leaned forward to at least give you his shoulders to grip.  But despite your pulls for him to reach you for a kiss, he kept himself upright, his hands only working on you faster.  He wanted to see it.  He needed to see your face when you came, his eyes determine and trained on you.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and your body arched as you came, coating you both with your cum. You panted quietly as you came down, and he slowly pulled the toy from you, and lining his hard cock up in its place.

He pushed the head in gently, but went no deeper, leaning down to give you another kiss, another thank you.  “Levi, if you don’t put it in me now, I’ll never forgive you,” you groaned into him. He laughed and more than happily complied, thrusting in slowly, stretching you in ways the toy simply couldn’t.

“I love you, Levi,” you breathed against his ear, “I love you so much.”  It was the most beautiful phrase he could ever hear.

You loved him.  You wanted him.  You were all his, and he was all yours.

Levi’s pace quickened, the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin coming together in a lovely chorus to your moans.  “I love you,” he returned to you, his forehead laying against yours.  Between panting breaths you kissed, only leaving for the air that you required.

“I—I’m close,” Levi warned. He hated to cum before you, but sometimes it simply couldn’t be helped.

Your hand moved to stroke yourself as to catch up to him, and he thrust harder but slower into you as if to delay himself.

“Levi,” you gasped, losing your strength to rock against him any longer.  Now you were at your limit too.  He bucked faster once again, hands gripping into your sides and jerking you on to him cock instead.

Your body went limp and shivering, as you came, though you were tightening around him in the most delicious way.  With your name on his lips, he came into you, pumping a few more times to get every remnant out and into you.

The was quiet as you to desperately replaced the oxygen you lost in the exertion.  He heard you laughing slightly in your content bliss and he smiled as well.  As he pulled from you he watched his cum drip down, and thinking quickly he retrieve the toy and swiped what cum that leaked and pushed it back into you.

You gasped, still incredibly sensitive, but Levi only smiled at you.  “I want this in until we get home.”

“Levi, I don’t think I could make it the day like this,” you whine.  “I might just—”

“If you cum you’ll have to make it up to me at home,” he said with a peck to your forehead and a cheeky grin.  “It’s what happens in the manga after all.”

“We didn’t re-enact it exactly anyway,” you retort.

“I like our way better. It’s better than anything any anime, game, or manga.”

You smiled back at him, brightly as you reached up to hold him close again until the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch period.  Quickly the two of you attempted to adjust yourselves to hurry to class.

“Ah!”  Levi screamed suddenly as you unlocked the door to begin down the staircase.

“What is it?”

“My bento!  I never ate my bento!”  He cried miserably as he followed after you.

[tfiolarry]

tfiol chapter two: pretty

summary: simply, the girls meet their grandmas and make a friend.

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SATURDAY 

11:55 AM 

STYLINSON HOME - LONDON 

Louis and Harry already woke up, the girls fed them breakfast, gave them a bath. Now, they are getting them ready to meet their moms, Jay and Anne. 

HARRY: (putting Dani's hair in pigtails) Alright, so on the agenda for today is meeting with moms and then we’ll head to the park for a cute little picnic.

JORDYN: (Louis putting her hair in a pigtails also) What's genda? 

LOUIS: An agenda’s like a game plan, o’ tiny one. Like...all the fun stuff we wanna do with you guys today. (finishes her hair)

DANI: Fun stuff?

LOUIS: Yeah, like snacks and bubbles or...barbies, maybe chalk or coloring...but all that, plus picnic.

DANI: (tries to look up at Harry even though he’s doing her hair) For real?

HARRY: (nods and puts cute bows in her hair) Anything you guys wanna do, we will get it for you.

JORDYN: I like bubbles and grapes. (smiles)

DANI: Chalk too.

LOUIS: We can bring it all.

DANI: We can have grapes now?

LOUIS: (looks at Harry) Now?

HARRY: (looks at Louis and shrugs) I guess. But only a few, because we still have lunch later.

JORDYN: (claps her hands) Yay! 

HARRY: Alright Ms. Dani, you are all set.

DANI: (smiles a lot and touches it) Pretty. (gets down from her chair and hugs Harry) Thanks.

HARRY: (pouts and hugs her back) You’re so welcome.

JORDYN: (to Louis) I done too? 

LOUIS: Yes you are indeed, my little poppet. All done and just as pretty as Dani’s, I promise.

JORDYN: (smiles, turns to him and holds her pinky out) Pwomise? 

LOUIS: (smiles and pinky promises her) I promise, 100%. (boops her nose with his other hand) How about we get you guys those grapes now? Sound good?

JORDYN: (nods quickly and gets off the chair after letting go of Louis pinky)

They head to the kitchen with the girls and give them handfuls of grapes each. While they are eating the grapes there is a knock on the door. Wonder who it could be? 

HARRY: I got it. (goes to the door and opens it) Mothers! Hello! (hugs both at the same time) 

ANNE: (hugs him back and is a smiley woman) Hi lovebug.

JAY: (hugs back also) Hello indeed, darling, where are these adorable children of yours? 

HARRY: (lets go of them and opens the door more for them to come in) They’re in the kitchen eating grapes. Come in.

They join Harry and co. inside the house, making their way to the kitchen where Louis, Dani, and Jordyn are eating grapes - seedless green ones, red are for chumps. The girls are casually munching and Louis’ gonna get up.

LOUIS: Moms! How exciting is this? (goes to Jay first and gives her a big hug and then Anne) Lovely to see you guys, like always.

DANI: (while chewing) Who that?

JORDYN: (shrugs and eats more grapes) Moms?

HARRY: Dani, Jordyn, these are our moms who are now your grandmas.

JORDYN: (looks at Dani to let her know who they are) Grandmas. 

DANI: (smiles) Grandmas. (baby waves to them) Hiiii.

JAY: (waves back) Hello, you are so cute.

DANI: I know.

LOUIS: Dani…

DANI: (giggles) Thanks.

JORDYN: Hewwo (waves also) I Jordyn, (points to Dani) This Dani.

DANI: (nods and stuffs her mouth with grapes)

ANNE: (laughs a little) I’m Grandma Anne, nice to meet you both.

DANI: (tries to talk but she’s got grapes)

ANNE: (looks at Louis and Harry) I think...she’s got too many grapes. 

JAY: Yeah, I’ll second that.

LOUIS: Harry, it’s your turn to fix this. I fixed the plant situation the other day, so...

HARRY: (scoffs) How do I even fix this? (goes to Dani) Hey bub, you got too many grapes...one at a time, yeah?

DANI: (looks at him and then decides to fix this by spitting them out on a paper towel on the counter and looks at him) Okay. (gets a new grape now and does a little dance)

HARRY: Okay. (smiles at Louis, Anne and Jay) Parenting isn’t so hard after all. 

JORDYN: (drops a grape) No! (pouts and is almost about to cry because she was really excited for that grape)

JAY: Are you sure? 

LOUIS: Harry, it’s still your turn to be fixing this. 

HARRY: (is pouting but goes to Jordyn) Hey, hey. (grabs another grape and gives it to her) Look, don't be sad - there's more grapes.

JORDYN: But...(points to the one that fell)...I want that one. (pouts) 

LOUIS: That one is yucky, love, it’s on the floor. 

ANNE: (teasing) Thought it was Harry’s turn.

LOUIS: I’m...being a good person, sh.

DANI: No sad, just do like... (grabs a grape and wipes it off with her hands)... that.

HARRY: It’s still yucky, Dan.

JORDYN: (big baby sigh and grabs a new grape) 

HARRY: I’m sorry Jordyn, it’s just how life goes.

JORDYN: No.

LOUIS: But it is, Jordy, it is how life goes, sometimes life gives you yucky grapes on the floor, and you just have to accept it, why? Because big girls accept those things. And you guys are big girls for real, so just say bye bye to it.

DANI: (pouts) Bye bye.

JAY: Kind of depressing to tell them that’s life, isn’t it?

DANI: Who is pressing?

HARRY: Don’t worry about that. The better question is who is ready for the park? 

JORDYN: (gasp and raises her hand) Me! 

DANI: Me too! And...chalk too.

LOUIS: Yes, Dani, the chalk is ready for the park as well.

DANI: Good. You too?

LOUIS: Yeah, me too.

DANI: And grandmas?

ANNE: Of course.

JAY: Always.

DANI: (to Harry) You too?

HARRY: (laughs) Yes me too. 

•• 

SATURDAY

3:12 PM

NEIGHBORHOOD PARK

Jay and Anne came over earlier in the day to meet the girls before Louis and Harry rounded them up and got them ready to go to the park. They requested chalk, granted they went shopping for toys the other day and picked some up, so they brought it with them. At the park, Dani and Jordyn walk ahead of the adults. Louis is holding a bag of snacks, Harry has a cooler bag for drinks and stuff, and Jay is holding a bin of chalks.

ANNE: (looking at Louis and Harry) They’re really lovely girls, you two.

LOUIS: Of course they are, they’re being raised by us. We’re the loveliest of the lovely.

JAY: Debatable, at least for you.

ANNE: For sure, I agree. 

LOUIS: Hey! Harry, back me up here!

HARRY: (looks around and points, ignoring him) Oh! We should sit there! 

ANNE: That’s an excellent choice, my darling boy.

LOUIS: Wow, I see how it is. I just get bullied around here and get no back up, just pointedly ignored. Just rude. 

DANI: (goes to Jay and taps her leg) Grandma? Chalk please?

JAY: (opens it and hands her the bin) Be careful, okay? Try not to drop them, they’ll break.

DANI: (gasps) Oh no. (looks at Jordy) We be careful, okay? They break.

JORDYN: (looks at her) Why? 

DANI: Dunno. (looks at Jay) Why break?

JAY: Science?

LOUIS: Mom. Science? Really?

JAY: It’s a good answer, hush, you.

DANI: (looks at Jordyn again) That.

JORDYN: (makes an unsure face and looks at Louis) Why? What’s a...(struggles to say science). 

LOUIS: Science is the reason why everything is everything. Like why are you guys the cutest? Science. Why is grass green? Science. (joking) Why is Harry goofy looking? Science. 

DANI: (looks at Harry) Goofy? 

HARRY: (does the goofy laugh) 

JORDYN: (laughs a lot) 

DANI: (also cracks up but is careful because the chalk)

LOUIS: See this? The man makes our children laugh, I knew I picked the right guy to fall in love with.

HARRY: (smiles) I also picked the right guy to fall in love with - who else would be so down to risk being mobbed to get their kids chalk and bubbles? 

LOUIS: Approximately zero people, you lucky son of a gun.

JORDYN: (stops laughing and wipes her face) That funny. 

LOUIS: He’s a comedian. I mean...he is very funny.

DANI: (she’s done laughing too and puts the chalk bin on the ground and starts drawing with a green one)

Anne and Jay go to sit in the spot that Harry pointed out, and Louis follows (hopefully Harry too). They sit and supervise the kiddos from...close enough.

HARRY: Girls, we’re going to be over there. (points again) If you need anything, yell, got it? 

JORDYN: (nods) Got it.

DANI: Yes, got it. For real.

HARRY: Alright, good. (leaves them) 

JORDYN: (sits with Dani) You like dem? 

DANI: (holds up her chalk) Chalks?

JORDYN: (rolls her eyes) No! Hawwy, Lou Lou, and Grandmas?

DANI: Ohhh, yeah. (continues drawing) They nice. And funny, like goofy. You too?

JORDYN: Yeah, (picks up chalk) I happy. (starts drawing too)

DANI: Me too. Happy. 

Dani and Jordyn continue to scribble on the pavement, creating some incomprehensible images that would only make sense to their young minds. They encourage the family to come see when they have a lot going on, and they appreciate their creative efforts in full. While the adults relax and talk, making sure to check on them every now and then, a small boy - Chase - is riding his scooter near them. He is going back and forth, being sure not to ride through their drawing. He makes his way over to them though and looks at their drawings. 

CHASE: Hey.

DANI: (looks up at him from her spot on the ground and smiles) Hiii.

JORDYN: (squints at him like “who are you”) Hey. 

CHASE: I’m Chase. You?

DANI: Dani. (points to Jordyn) Jordyn.

CHASE: Okay. What’s that? (points to their art on the pavement)

JORDYN: Flowers. (keeps drawing)

DANI: (asking him for an opinion) Pretty?

CHASE: (nods) Pretty. (fixes his elbow pads)

DANI: (smiles) Thanks. What that?

CHASE: These, I have ‘cause I felled.

DANI: (nods) Ouchies.

CHASE: (nods too) Lots of ouchies.

JORDYN: (looks up at him) You felled on that? (points to his scooter)

CHASE: Yeah. But not scary, just...ouchies. 

DANI: Just ouchies. I try?

CHASE: Dunno. Maybe.

DANI: (pouts) Okay.

CHASE: (sits with them and touches drawings they did already) 

JORDYN: (offers him blue chalk) Draw? 

CHASE: (takes it) Yes, I help?

JORDYN: Yeah. (point above their drawing) Do sky. 

DANI: Do sky pretty, okay?

CHASE: (nods and starts drawing) Pretty. Okay.

JORDYN: Like Dani.

DANI: Me? No… (bashful smile) you.

CHASE: Both pretty. 

JORDYN: Both? 

CHASE: Yeah. Like...you two. Mommy telled me.

JORDYN: Thanks. You pretty. (nods)

CHASE: (smiles) Thanks.

The children continue drawing, talking about their matching ages, favorite colors and toys, and how Chase got a baby sister in their own baby way. He claims he got up and “mommy wasn’t big anymore”. Interesting. Meanwhile, the family keeps watch on all three of them, especially when Chase does let Dani try his scooter. It’s a fun day, in summary.

A/N: Thanks for so many notes on the first fic it really means a lot 🥺

[lancetuckershairgel]

Summary: Chris and Lily have lunch together and Chris and Erin discuss Lucy's situation.

Words: 1,535

Warnings: child neglect, emotions

Tag List: @jobean12-blog @book-dragon-13 @southernbell91 @marvelgirl7 @buckysforeverprincess @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety @buckysteveloki-me @msruchita @mycupoffanfictionreplies

Tuesday finally came and Chris had never been so ready to get to work as he was that day. Instead of spending the weekend relaxing Chris worried about Lucy. He woke up early Saturday after a night of restless sleep and staked out the local food bank. He hoped Lucy would show up but when it closed there had been no sign of the girl. He drove around town hoping he'd be able to find her but nothing turned up. He had even checked the station to see if she'd been picked up for hitting up another gas station. Nothing. 

As soon as he got to his office Tuesday he called Erin. After a few rings she answered. 

"Hey, I need a favor."

"Okay, I'll try." Erin said then Chris could hear her order her coffee. He tapped his fingers against his desk as he waited for her to finish. "Sorry, what's up?"

"I need an address. Lucy."

"Is something wrong?"

Chris explained what had happened on Friday night and Erin sighed. 

"I'll text you as soon as I get in. I'll talk to her."

"Thanks Erin, good luck."

"You want to meet for a drink tonight? I know it's a weekday but we should talk about this."

"I agree. Six okay?"

"Good for me."

Chris hung up and went about his day. He tried to get his mind off of Lucy by interacting with the students and stay busy but he couldn't seem to focus on his given tasks. Around noon Chris went into the lunchroom to grab a slice of pizza. The cafeteria ladies greeted him with flirtatious smiles and he blushed and attempted small talk. He was used to the under the radar advances from his female coworkers, the price of being handsome his mother always told him, even the vice principal had made a pass at him just last week. He normally laughed it off and occasionally flirted back but he was in no position to start a relationship. He wasn't in the right head space that day and was completely oblivious when the cashier had basically asked him out when she made a comment about knowing a really good pizza place in the next town. 

When Chris exited the line he scanned the room for a place to sit. His eyes fell on Lily. She was wearing the same purple sweater she wore every day and she was sitting by herself. Her hair was a bit unkempt and she looked tired. Chris made his way over and sat across from her. 

"Hi Lily. Do you remember me?" 

Lily looked up and instantly brightened at the appearance of her playground friend. 

"Hi!" She frowned, her small lips poking out into a pout "I forgot your name."

"Chris." He chuckled 

"Chris!" Lily repeated with a nod "Why are you sitting here?" 

"Well, I saw you sitting alone and I didnt want to sit alone so I thought we could eat lunch together."

"Okay." Lily seemed satisfied with that answer and went back to looking at her unopened lunchbox "No one ever wants to sit with me."

"Why not?" Chris asked as he took a bite of his pizza "You're great company."

"I never have any cool snacks to trade. Just yucky crackers." Lily paused then leaned across the table and whispered "but today I have a surprise! Don't tell anyone cuz I don't want to trade." 

"What kind of surprise?" Chris whispered back, his eyebrows raised and eyes wide with equal excitement for Lily 

Lily opened her lunch box and as she was pulling out a small baggie Chris looked inside to see a half eaten cheese stick that looked too soft to be safe to eat and a small pack of crackers. Lily opened the bag and exposed three small pieces of broken chocolate. 

"Chocolate!" Lily continued to whisper with a bright smile 

"That's a very cool snack. I wouldn't want to trade either."

"Do you want a piece?" Lily picked up one and held it out to Chris 

"No but thank you. You eat your chocolate and enjoy it." 

"Okay." Lily popped the piece in her mouth "I got a whole bar on Friday and I've been eating little bits at a time because I wanted it to last."

"Good idea." Chris nodded and glanced at her lunch again "Did you already eat your sandwich?"

"I didn't have a sandwich."

"Lunchable?"

Lily shook her head. 

"No just this." 

Chris frowned. That wasn't an appropriate meal for a five year old. 

"Do you want pizza?"

"They don't let me get any because I don't gots any money." 

Chris frowned harder. He hated the county's lunch system and the way they denied kids a meal if they didn't have money in their account.  Some of these kids only ate at school. The system was so messed up yet the higher ups only cared about the money, not the benefit of the student. 

"Here." Chris slid his tray across to Lily who blinked up at him with surprise 

"What?" 

"Eat, honey." 

"Thank you." Lily said quietly and began to eat the pizza hungrily, not bothered by the fact that Chris had already taken a bite of it. 

That afternoon Chris left work in a hurry and climbed into his cruiser. He put the address Erin had text him earlier into the navigation system and drove off in the direction he was told. While driving a hundred different scenarios went through his head but none of them were what he saw when he pulled in front of the home.  A two story house with a freshly manicured lawn and a picket fence. Not what he was expecting. He climbed out and got the bag of groceries from the trunk and made his way up the walkway. He knocked on the door and as he waited he noticed a monogramed sign that said "Brookwood". He frowned. A moment later a young woman opened the door. She looked shocked to see a police officer standing on her porch and she shifted the baby that was perched in her arms to the other hip. 

"Can I help you, Officer?" She asked confused 

"Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you Miss but do you know someone by the name of Lucy?"

The woman wrinkled her nose with puzzlement and shook her head. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that name."

Chris apologized, feeling a bit embarrassed and defeated. He went back to his car and text Erin. 

"Really? That was what the file said. Maybe they moved?" 

"Maybe. This just keeps getting weirder."

"We'll talk about it at the bar."

At the bar Chris and Erin sat in silence, both taking long sips of their beer as they contemplated Lucy's predicament. 

"She's been fine since you left. I haven't had to pull her out of class and haven't heard anything from her teachers." 

Erin had decided a while back to not tell Chris about the incident in the bathroom with Lucy. It would only make him feel guilty. Erin had tried to communicate and check up on Lucy but she only received silent glares in return. 

Chris told Erin about Lily and the empty lunchbox today and Erin gave a sad shrug of her shoulders. 

"The government is failing these kids and nothing is going to change unless people start speaking up about it." 

Chris agreed and emptied his beer bottle. 

"I just don't know what to do to help them. Not just Lucy and Lily but all of the other kids that are in these situations." 

"You can't save everyone Chris." Erin reached over and took his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze "Follow your heart. You always end up making the right choices." 

Chris gave her a weak smile. The right choice wasn't always the easiest however. After leaving the bar he went to the station. He sat down at the computer and pulled up Lucy's father's file. 

"He's got warrants in four different states including California." Chris text Erin "Mostly drug charges but he's been in and out of jail since he was younger than Lucy. Domestic violence too."

The file had no address and indicated the man's whereabouts was unknown. Chris decided to look up Lucy's name to see if she had a record. Thankfully she had never been arrested but he did pull a file from social services. Normally he'd need a warrant to do so but he didn't have the time to go through the process of putting in the order and waiting for a judge to approve it. Lucy had been in and out of foster care several times, mostly during her father's incarceration for drugs. There was a second file attached to Lucy's and when Chris clicked it his heart fell. There, staring back at him with big brown eyes, was a photograph of a little girl about three years old. There was no mistaking that it was Lily. 

"Lucy and Lily are sisters?" Chris spoke under his breath "Of course they are." 

Chris closed out the program and rubbed his face. He had reached nothing but dead ends but he knew one thing. He had to find those girls. 

[mksc77]

For the winter/Christmas prompt list, 73 please. Thank you 💜

Thanks so much for the ask, @ila9182! I’m sorry for the early morning (for you) notification!

73–“Hey, you were the one who insisted on throwing a Christmas party, even when I told you it’d be a nightmare to plan!”

Nicole’s stepsons are younger here than suggested by canon, and I aged Marie and gave Emily another child for this one :)

On the Friday before Christmas, Sharon cleaned and started getting the house ready for the Christmas party they were hosting the following night. It was mostly pointless, as they were keeping Emily’s five-year-old and eighteen-month old, who could wreak havoc on a clean house in a matter of seconds. Emily’s ballet studio had a performance of The Nutcracker, and Emmett was out of town for work until the day before Christmas Eve, so Sharon and Andy had grandparent duty.

Sharon looked up as Andy came in with Liam in his arms and holding Marie’s hand. Liam immediately pointed to the freezer, knowing there were popsicles there. Andy, being Andy, was quick to oblige and went ahead and got out two, knowing Marie would be demanding one when she saw Liam’s. Liam then pointed to the drawer that held the scissors. “You’re getting too smart.” Andy retrieved the scissors and cut both popsicles.

“You guys haven’t even eaten lunch yet, and it is December,” Sharon pointed out.

Andy rolled his eyes. “Says the woman who bought more popsicles yesterday.”

“Says the man who asks ‘what color do you want’ the second one of them even looks in the general direction of the freezer,” Sharon shot back.

Popsicle in hand, Liam grinned and reached for her, and she happily took him before kneeling to give Marie a hug. “Hi, my darlings.” They had watched The Polar Express at St. Joseph’s that morning, so they were both in pajamas. Andy had only worked a half-day, so he’d picked them up early. After passing the baby to Sharon, he went back to the car to bring in the lunch he’d brought home for her and the kids.

Marie was bouncing around, hyped up from hot chocolate at preschool and being excited about Christmas. Liam just tapped at Sharon’s face and grinned at her before lying on her shoulder and rubbing his eyes. Sharon kissed the top of his head, inhaling his sweet baby smell. “I think you’re probably overdue for a nap.”

After lunch, Sharon sat in the recliner with a drowsy Liam to put him down for a nap. By the time she laid him down in the pack’n play and was back in the living room, Marie was almost asleep in Andy’s lap, watching the Christmas Disney Sing Along video that had been a hit when Emily and Ricky were small. Well, she’d upgraded the worn-out VHS to a newer DVD when Marie was old enough to enjoy it, but the familiar scenes were the same.

Sharon got a blanket from the back of the couch and kissed Marie’s forehead before draping it over her and tucking it around her shoulders. “I don’t need a nap,” she drowsily protested.

“Nobody said you have to take a nap, honey,” Sharon answered, knowing she’d be asleep in just a few minutes.

Andy rocked Marie for a few minutes after she fell asleep before laying her on the couch and tucking her in. He looked around the kitchen after helping Sharon clean up from lunch. “How are we going to keep the house party-ready with these two tornadoes?”

Sharon shrugged. “We’ll just have to pick up after them and not let them do anything that makes too big of a mess, as much as I know how you hate to say no. The hard cleaning part is done.” She went to the kitchen to start getting food ready for the next day. “Put the balls up, please,” she said referring to the decorative Christmas balls in a bowl on an end table in the living room that Liam loved to play with.

Andy stuck his head back into the kitchen. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. I could take that so many ways.”

“The Christmas ones on the table that Liam will destroy if they’re in his reach.”

Andy sighed, looking dejected. “My interpretation was better.”

A few hours of naps, movies, and messes later, Sharon changed Liam’s diaper and carried him back to the living room. “Gammy,” Marie whined, reaching for her from Andy’s lap.

Sharon switched places and kids with Andy and sat with her in the recliner. “My goodness, you’re clingy today! Are you feeling okay?” She brushed Marie’s hair to one side and put her hand under her chin. Her eyes looked a little weak, but she wasn’t feverish. Marie shrugged and buried her face into Sharon’s side. “Let’s try to eat a little bit of dinner, and then we’ll find another movie to watch,” Sharon suggested, thinking she might just be a little homesick. She cradled Marie in her arms and watched Liam fiddle around while Andy finished getting dinner ready.

A little while later, Marie just stared at her plate and pushed her food around for a few minutes before turning to Sharon. “Gammy, I don’t feel good.”

Sharon pushed her chair back and held her arms out. “Come here, let Gammy see.” Marie slowly walked around the table and climbed into her lap. Sharon ran her fingers through her hair before resting her hand on her forehead. “Hmm, you feel a little warm. Where does it hurt?”

“My tummy,” Marie sniffled.

Please don’t be a stomach virus, please don’t be a stomach virus—Sharon’s silent pleading came to an abrupt halt when Marie started gagging. Trying not to recoil or gag herself, she calmly reached for her plate and repositioned it in front of the little girl’s face. “Rag, Andy, please,” she requested, rubbing Marie’s back and pulling her hair back from her face. “It’s all right, baby.” She rolled her eyes when Andy appeared at her side with a rag straight from the kitchen drawer. “A wet rag.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Andy dampened the cloth and brought it back.

Sharon wiped Marie’s cheeks and patted her back until she was finished, then brushed the cloth over her mouth. “Here, sweetheart.” She held her glass of water to her mouth and let her take a couple of sips. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and Sharon’s heart was breaking for her.

“I feel yucky,” Marie pouted, pressing her face into Sharon’s shoulder.

“I know you do. Let’s take a quick bath and put your pjs on, and then we’ll watch Rudolph.” Abandoning her own dinner, Sharon carried Marie to their bathroom and started the bathwater before getting her undressed. She was learning to bathe herself, but Sharon did it for her this time, then dried her off and helped her into clean panties and a nightgown.

“How’s your tummy feeling?” Sharon asked as they settled in the recliner. Marie shrugged and lay on her shoulder, not paying the movie any attention. She was starting to drift off not long after that, so Sharon helped her get ready for bed and tucked her in. “Night-night, honey. Get Papa or me up if you wake up tonight and still feel yucky or need anything. We’ll be right here with you.” She kissed her forehead and lay down with her, running her fingers along her back until she was asleep.

After a long night of being up and down with Marie, they were both finally sleeping well when Sharon heard Liam cooing through the monitor. The pack’n play was usually in Sharon’s and Andy’s room, but they’d set it up in the guest room the night before to keep him away from Marie. Andy was snoring without a care in the world, as he’d done all night, and Sharon was exhausted and just wanted to scream. She impatiently nudged Andy until he finally opened his eyes. “What?” He mumbled.

“Please go get Liam. I’ve been up with Marie all night.”

Andy looked surprised. “You have?”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Yes, and she’s finally feeling a little better.”

“Sorry, but you could’ve woken me up to help.” Andy kissed her before going to get Liam up.

Sharon woke up again a couple of hours later and realized Emily was there, so she went ahead and got up. She could hear her and Andy talking, and she shook her head when she heard Andy say “we were up all night with her.”

“Um, we?” She gave Andy an incredulous look as she entered the kitchen.

“Shit, I didn’t know you were awake,” Andy muttered.

For the next few hours, the adults took turns entertaining the kids and getting the house party-ready. Marie had woken up feeling much better and was a ball of energy. Sharon was starting to panic by 3:00, afraid they weren’t going to be ready. Andy had just ignored her the first few times she snapped at him, but she finally did it one too many times. “Hey, you were the one who insisted on throwing a Christmas party, even when I told you it’d be a nightmare to plan!” He sputtered.

“I know,” Sharon admitted, “but I like having all of our friends in one place. That doesn’t happen unless we have a party for something.”

They managed to pull it together, and the party was in full swing a few hours later. With several children being in attendance, Andy had rented a Santa suit, and they slipped away from the party so Sharon could help him into it.

“So, uh, when do you have to take this back?” Sharon asked suggestively.

Andy grinned. “You have a thing for Santa? I never would’ve guessed that.”

Sharon clasped her hands behind his neck and gently pulled him toward her so she could kiss him. It was intended to just be a peck, but they quickly got carried away. She reluctantly pulled away from him a few minutes later. “All right, we should get back to the party before Santa gets too jolly.”

On Sunday morning, Sharon looked up from her coffee when Emily came in with Liam and Marie. They’d spent the night after the party. “Morning, darlings.” She kissed each of them on the forehead, but Marie stepped back immediately after and wiped her skin where Sharon had kissed her. “Don’t kiss me,” she said irritably.

“Okay, excuse me,” Sharon responded good-naturedly. “What do you want for breakfast? Pancakes?”

“I’m not speaking to you, Gammy,” Marie announced.

“Marie Catherine Baker!” Emily nudged her toward the guest room. “Go sit in our room until you’re ready to speak to Gammy and apologize.”

Sharon started to follow her, but Emily stopped her. “No, she’ll come back when she’s hungry enough. Or when she has to eat so we’ll have time to get dressed for mass.”

“It’s okay, Em, maybe she’s still not feeling well.”

Emily shook her head. “She’s fine, and that’s still no excuse for her to be rude. She’s been a pill since last night. I resorted to threatening her with Santa, but she said she didn’t want him to come.”

Sharon refilled her coffee, stopping to look at Emily’s and Emmett’s Christmas card from the year before. She’d put every card since Marie was a baby on the refrigerator when she decorated for Christmas. In the card that caught her eye, Marie and Liam were sitting in Santa’s lap, both screaming and reaching for Emily and Emmett off-camera. Emily had thought it was hilarious and used it for their Christmas cards, captioned with ‘You better not cry, you better not pout I’m telling you why.’

“Do you think she’s afraid of Santa again?” Sharon asked. “Now that I think about it, she wouldn’t go near Andy last night when he was in the costume,” she added in a low voice.

Emily shrugged. “Even if she is, that doesn’t explain why she’s in such an ill mood.”

A few minutes later, Andy couldn’t stand it anymore and sneaked back to the bedroom where Marie had been banished. He sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. “Want to tell me what’s going on?” Marie shook her head. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you and Gammy to get a divorce,” she answered seriously.

Andy was taken aback, not expecting anything like that. “We won’t, honey, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“You promise?”

Andy offered his pinky finger. “Pinky swear.”

Marie’s eyes widened. That was serious. “Okay.” She took a deep breath. “I saw Gammy kissing somebody else last night.”

Andy smiled. “Gammy kissed several people on the cheek—“

“No, it wasn’t, like, a cheek kiss. I saw her put her tongue in his mouth, and his hands were on her hiney,” she insisted. “Yuck.”

Andy didn’t think about the possibility of Marie seeing them, but he knew she was somehow mistaken. “Are you sure it wasn’t someone who looks like Gammy? Mrs. Caroline kind of looks like her from behind.” Marie shook her head. “Do you know who it was?” Andy asked, still knowing it wasn’t true, but trying to figure out what she had seen so he could explain it.

Marie nodded gravely. “She was kissing Santa.”

“What?…Oh.” Andy’s mind raced as he tried to come up with an explanation. Not wanting to give anything away, he decided to consult with Sharon and Emily first. “I’ll be right back, okay?” He went back to the kitchen and relayed the conversation. Sharon laughed until tears were streaming down her cheeks, but Emily looked disgusted. “Ugh, Rusty and Ricky are so lucky they’re still asleep,” she muttered. After explaining that Gammy wasn’t kissing the real Santa and that Andy had just been playing and dressing up like him, all was forgiven.

The following Tuesday evening, Sharon and Andy cooked Christmas Eve dinner for three of their five collective children. Emily and Emmett were with Emmett’s parents, and Nicole, Dean, and their boys were a last-minute addition with Sandra and her husband having the flu. Drew was with his girlfriend’s family. Nicole and Dean usually stayed the night with Sandra on Christmas Eve and had accepted Sharon’s and Andy’s invitation to do so with them since their plans had changed, and they were thrilled with the prospect of having kids in the house on Christmas morning. Once the boys were in bed, Sharon and Andy helped them set up “Santa” before retiring, themselves.

Sharon was just drifting off when Andy poked her. “You asleep yet?”

“I was,” Sharon mumbled.

“I’m too excited to sleep,” Andy whined. “The boys are going to be so excited in the morning, I can’t wait!”

Andy did manage to fall asleep, but he was poking Sharon again before dawn on Christmas morning. “What?” Sharon sleepily demanded.

“It’s morning! Let’s get the kids up.”

Sharon struggled to open her eyes and looked at the clock on her nightstand. “Andy, it’s 5:00!”

“I can’t go back to sleep. Please?!”

“Oh, all right.” Sharon stumbled out of bed and tied her robe around her nightgown. Yawning widely and cussing Andy under her breath, she went straight to the coffee pot. “I don’t advise waking them up if the coffee’s not ready,” she warned.

Andy impatiently waited for the pot to start filling up, then bolted to the boys’ room. Sharon rolled her eyes when she heard little feet patter into the guest room as Andy returned to the kitchen, the picture of innocence. She plugged in the Christmas tree lights and switched on the gas logs, almost as eager as Andy now for the boys to come in.

“Stay here until you hear Christmas music,” Nicole’s sleepy reminder to the boys sounded from the hall. She and Dean were both confused to find Sharon and Andy awake and the coffee already prepared, but they were too drowsy to connect the dots or bother asking questions. “What’s gotten into them? They’ve never gotten up this early before,” Nicole muttered as she gratefully accepted a mug of coffee from Sharon.

Sharon figured that the truth behind the early wake-up time would be revealed soon enough, so she didn’t rat Andy out just yet. “I’ll start the music when you’re ready.”

“Thanks.” Nicole sipped her coffee and got her phone set to video. “Okay, go ahead.”

Sharon started her Christmas playlist on Google Home, and the boys stampeded down the hall as soon as they heard the first chords of Baby, It’s Cold Outside. At six and four, their bouncing excitement was contagious and a joy to watch. Sharon curled up on the couch with Andy, happily watching the boys exclaim over everything. It had been a long time since she’d had kids in the house small enough to wake up so early on Christmas, and she was enjoying the coziness of the early morning and Christmas music.

It wasn’t long before Ricky and Rusty trudged in, wearing their matching pajama pants and rubbing their eyes. “They couldn’t have waited a couple more hours?” Ricky grumbled.

Rusty rolled his eyes. “It was probably Andy that couldn’t wait. He’s the biggest child in this room.”

The guilty expression on Andy’s face gave him away. “Ugh, really, Dad?” Nicole moaned. “I should’ve known.”

Ricky looked down at the pajama pants he and Rusty had unwrapped the night before. “When will we be too old for matching Christmas pajamas?”

Sharon shook her head. “Never.”

By 8:00, breakfast was over and cleaned up, and the boys wanted to take their toys outside to play. Sharon and Nicole shared the swing, sipping mimosas and wrapped up in blankets, while Andy played in the yard with the kids. He was having as much fun with their toys as they were. They had to drag them inside a few hours later for lunch, but they went right back outside after eating.

Emily and Emmett arrived soon after lunch, after doing Christmas morning and eating an early lunch with Emmett’s parents. Marie ran into the yard to play, but Liam was whimpering and rubbing his eyes. “I think someone’s ready for a nap,” Sharon commented, holding her hands out to Liam. He reached for her and lay on her shoulder after she took him from Emmett. After a couple of minutes of swinging, he was out.

Emily looked out in the yard, where the kids were playing with one toy and Andy was playing with another. “Why is Andy playing with that by himself—never mind, that sounds about right.”

After dinner and opening gifts from one another that night, Emily, Emmett, Ricky, and Rusty sat on the porch while Sharon and Andy put Marie and Liam to bed and finished cleaning up the living room. Christmas to Christmas started playing as Sharon stuffed the last scrap of wrapping paper in a trash bag. Andy took the trash bag from her hands and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head as they swayed along with the music.

Seems like only yesterday

We put our Christmas things away

Now here’s another Christmas day with you

When you’re in love, how time does fly

And this year that’s just flown by

Has been one happy holiday for two

Christmas to Christmas

Wrapped in your arms

Love’s always in season

And always so warm

Till my days on earth are through

I will spend Christmas to Christmas lovin’ you

Sharon lay on Andy’s shoulder, exhausted from the long day. While tiring, the day full of grandchildren and laughter had been perfect. “I know I say this a lot, but I’m so happy,” she murmured.

Andy put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her. “That makes two of us.”

[quicksilversquared]

The Designer and the Twins

When Adrien volunteers to look after Alya's twin sisters for a bit but ends up having to go to a piano lesson instead, it forces Mr. Agreste to step in and look after the girls himself. How hard can babysitting two young girls be?

As it turns out, it can be VERY hard.

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Gabriel Agreste was in the middle of a round of edits on some evening dress designs Saturday afternoon when he heard the front doors open. He spared only a single glance in that direction- no doubt it was Adrien, returning from whatever outing he had managed to persuade Nathalie to allow, just in time for piano lessons- before returning his attention to his work.

The squeals of excitement yanked his head back up a moment later. He frowned, sitting up fully and staring in the direction of the atrium. Two voices- young, definitely girls, and sounding nearly the same- exclaimed over how large it was, how there was no color, how the other should look at the big painting, could they play in the plants-

Gabriel Agreste pushed himself up out of his chair and strode to the office door, scowling out into the atrium. The first thing he saw was Adrien, trying his best to contain two young girls that came up to hip-height. They were running to and fro, trying to look at everything all at once.

He cleared his throat, unimpressed. Adrien's head whipped around, but the girls didn't slow down at all. Gabriel spared them a glance, then turned his attention on his son. Adrien was cringing a bit as he watched the girls tugging at a door, but he straightened as he turned to Gabriel.

"Father, I can explain," Adrien said quickly, gesturing to the girls. "These are Alya's sisters. I was helping Alya bring some books for our project back to her house so we could work on it there during the week, but then her bike hit a hole and it fell over and she got a really bad cut on her leg. So her older sister had to bring her to the hospital because she'll probably need stitches, but her younger sisters still needed to be watched, so..."

"So you offered," Gabriel finished, entirely unamused. "Forgetting, I'm sure, that you're meant to have piano lessons in three minutes? Your instructor is already waiting for you in the lounge."

Adrien froze, gaze shooting back to the twin girls. They had finally paused in their exploration, glancing between Adrien and Gabriel with wide eyes. "Uhh..."

"Were none of your other friends available to help?" Gabriel demanded. "Or were none of them willing?"

"They- well-" Adrien shifted from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable. "Nino is on the other side of the city- he's got family over, apparently, and they were going to a roller garden- and Marinette is busy right now, Alya said. She's already babysitting Madam Chamack's daughter, and Manon is a handful just by herself."

Gabriel glanced at the two other girls. They were giggling over something between the two of them. Then he looked back at Adrien, who was looking a little stressed, and he considered.

Adrien had to attend his piano lesson, of course. He had gone without lessons for a while now because his instructor had been gone on vacation and then sick leave for several weeks already, and there were several things that Gabriel had already asked the instructor to work on so that Adrien would be able to perform at the Gabriel winter investor's dinner. Adrien wouldn't be able to concentrate or learn a thing with the twins around, that was obvious. They were unruly and Adrien had absolutely no experience with kids. He wouldn't be able to control them. Gabriel, however, had raised a kid- or helped raise a child, at least, considering that Emilie and their old nanny had done most of the work so that he could focus on designing- and was aware of how to keep kids under control.

There was no other option, really. If the twins went along for the lessons, Adrien's instructor could very well quit and then Gabriel would have to waste some of his time finding a suitable replacement. A quick mental cost-benefits analysis confirmed that, and he sighed before addressing Adrien. "Very well. I'll watch them while you attend your lesson. As soon as it's over, though, remember to come collect them at once."

Adrien lit up. "Really? You would do that, Father? Thank you so much!"

"No more lollygagging now, go," Gabriel instructed, and Adrien scampered off as instructed. The twins made to follow, until he cleared his throat. "Girls, you'll be coming with me. Adrien has lessons right now."

"Lessons! Ew!" they chorused in almost disturbing unison, turning away from Adrien at once. "Lessons are yucky! They're boring and we have to sit still!"

...okay, yeah, forget almost disturbing unison. That was disturbing unison.

"We'll come into my office," Gabriel continued. "And then I'll, uh..."

He came up blank. It had been too long since Adrien had been the twins' age, and Gabriel hadn't exactly been a particularly involved parent at that time. He would have Nathalie search up some activities, or perhaps take over the babysitting herself, but she was currently out on lunch break.

Surely he could manage alone until she came back. She was due to return any time now.

"Can we have juice?" one twin asked, tugging at Gabriel's sleeve as they entered the office.

"And cookies?" the other added on, tugging the other sleeve.

Gabriel resisted the urge to rip his arms away from both of them. That would no doubt end in tears, and he neither wanted to nor knew how to deal with tears. "I- fine. Wait here for one minute, I'll page the kitchen staff to bring up juice and cookies."

"Yay!"

Well, so far, so good, Gabriel figured as he headed across the room to Nathalie's intercom to order two cups of juice and two plates of cookies. It was important to keep kids fed and hydrated, and getting them a small snack would keep them from whining. They could sit down on the floor and eat, and he could return to his designing and actually get some work done.

"Can we see what you're drawing?" one twin wanted to know as soon as Gabriel had ordered their food and headed back to his desk. "Is it something pretty?"

Her sister pushed her. "Dummy, adults don't draw! They only write!"

"No they don't! Look, see, all of the drawings of dresses!"

Gabriel stiffened as he suddenly found himself surrounded by two small, curious girls, one on either side of his chair. "Now girls, go back over to the door and wait nicely-"

"Why are you drawing dresses?" one twin asked. "Boys don't wear dresses! Can you draw a dress for me?"

"I design-"

"I want a dress, too!"

"But I asked first!"

Gabriel moved his sketchbook and the loose pages of designs out of their reach. "I am trying to work here, girls, go-"

His movement bumped his computer mouse, minimizing the window that he had up and revealing the one behind it, which was the Ladyblog. That was an immediate distraction for the twin terrors at his elbows.

"Look, it's the Ladyblog!"

"Our sister runs that! Does she know you look at it?"

"Everybody in Paris looks at it!"

"Yeah, because Ladybug is so cool! MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!" they cheered in unison, both miming throwing a Lucky Charm up into the air.

"You should design something for Ladybug!"

"Are you any good at designing?"

"Do you sew, too? I don't see any needles!"

"You asked for juice and cookies, sir?"

Gabriel tried not to slump in relief as the twins promptly abandoned him to run to their chef, who did quite a good job of not reacting as he handed out two cups of juice and two plates of cookies before making a hasty exit. Now that was them distracted for the time being, so he could actually think about what to do next. Clearly the twins would not be content to simply sit in silence until Adrien came to collect them- they didn't seem at all intimidated by his raised voice, which suggested that they probably got ordered around quite often but never saw any real consequences- so he would have to find some way to entertain them. Without, of course, exerting any real effort himself. He had work to do, after all, and couldn't be bothered with spending any extended amount of time dealing with kids.

Even as he thought that, his Miraculous started to warm. Somewhere in the city, someone was upset enough to get akumatized. Gabriel almost automatically moved to get up and head for his elevator before realizing that he couldn't. There were two very, very nosy pairs of eyes in his office, and they would absolutely blab about anything strange that they saw. And with their sister running the Ladyblog...

He scowled and sat back down. Within a couple minutes, his Miraculous started cooling back down again, the opportunity gone.

"We want to watch cartoons!"

Gabriel startled out of his thoughts, his attention going back to the twins. They had finished off their cookies already- and he was going to have someone come up and clean, because there were crumbs all over the floor and one of the girls had clearly spilled a bit of her juice- and were headed back over for him, this time with chocolate-smeared fingers and sticky hands.

He panicked for a moment, then realized that they had literally just handed him a distraction- cartoons. While he had heard plenty in the news lately telling parents not to let their kids get raised by screens and to limit TV time, he was neither the parent of these two little terrors nor their guardian, and so that didn't apply to him. But he did know that he would have to find some age-appropriate cartoons for the girls to watch, because otherwise he would have their parents coming after him with "concerns" and he really had neither the time nor the patience to deal with that. They would no doubt do the same if he yelled at the girls to get them to behave, so he had to watch himself.

"All right, all right, I'll set up some cartoons- if you promise to sit still and watch," Gabriel told them. "No running around or anything."

"We promise!"

Gabriel tried not to grumble as he headed for Nathalie's computer. He knew that she had Netflix on her computer because she liked having cooking shows on in the background as she worked her way through particularly tedious paperwork, which he normally rolled his eyes at but right now he couldn't be more grateful that she had a resource like that on hand for him to borrow. She was logged in, which was good, and Gabriel went ahead and flipped through the listings of cartoons.

...he really wasn't familiar with what was age-appropriate for kids that small. Gabriel didn't know what any of the shows were- he had no reason to be- so the most he had to go off on was the pictures. And pictures could be misleading. He had seen enough commercials recently to know that there were some very young-looking designs for shows that had much more adult humor. So after a couple minutes of waffling with increasingly impatient twins at his elbow, Gabriel picked the youngest-looking show- surely it would be safe- and clicked on it, letting the first episode load a bit before turning the computer to the kids. It took a minute to get them seated- they were each convinced that the other was closer, which resulted in a bit of pushing back and forth before Gabriel finally got them to cut it out- and then he could finally, finally get back to his seat and start up his work on reviewing the designs again.

It had only just occurred to him that these two had made up the akuma Sapotis and that they had been quite the handful as akumas. They hadn't listened when he warned them about the trap, only wanting to run around and eat what they wanted and go to the amusement park and stay up and night and watch cartoons and...and not listen to rules.

Gabriel was starting to suspect that maybe things wouldn't go quite as smoothly as he had initially thought, but now the twins were settled in front of the computer screen and listening to some show with obnoxious music and high-pitched voices. It was distracting, but he could tune it out well enough. It took a few minutes for him to get back into the designing groove and figure out where he had left off. The design that he was reviewing was from one of his younger designers, which meant that it was easy enough to pick out where the lines needed to be altered just a touch and mark a change in the type of fabric. The piece was original and creative, though, inspiring enough that Gabriel set it aside for a moment to grab another sheet of paper, sketching out the starting lines for a matching suit to go along with the dress. It would be close-cut, absolutely tailored to perfection and creating a bit of an illusion of broader shoulders.

These pieces would end up on the runway, Gabriel was positive. Paired pieces were always popular.

He had just started scribbling down detail on the side of the paper when he glanced up briefly and spotted Nathalie's computer playing to an audience of...zero.

Frowning, Gabriel sat up fully. The sound of giggling caught his ear, and he spun around to see one twin crouching next to one of his mannequins, the hem of the dress there draped over her head like a wedding veil.

"No playing with the dresses!" Gabriel barked, and both girls jumped before scrambling away from the mannequin. He frowned over at the dress- he would have to get it cleaned soon to remove any chocolate-y fingerprints that might have gotten on the fabrics- before returning his attention to the girls. "I thought you were watching cartoons!"

"Those cartoons are boring," the first twin complained. "They're for babies."

"They're so dumb," Twin No. 2 chimed in. "I don't wanna watch a baby show. Do you have fabric scraps we can play with?"

Gabriel frowned. All of the fabric scraps that he had around the office were exclusive Gabriel print samples, or silks and embroidered pieces or things that he had beaded. They weren't things that he wanted ruined or accidentally going home with the girls. "No. And you promised-"

"But it's a baby show!"

Movement by the door caught Gabriel's eye, and he turned in relief to see an unimpressed Nathalie standing there, surveying the scene in front of her. He opened his mouth to ask her to take the girls- surely she could entertain them elsewhere in the house- but Nathalie beat him to it.

"I'll be taking a late lunch now," Nathalie told him, turning to stride right back out the door. "I will see you in a bit, Mr. Agreste."

"You were just out on lunch, Nathalie!" Gabriel objected, jolting straight up in his chair.

"And I was just summoned to the Gabriel building on urgent business," Nathalie continued as though she hadn't heard him, pulling out her phone and consulting it as though an email had just come in. "So I have to go sort that out. I will be back...at some point."

And before Gabriel could protest, she was gone. He gaped after her for a few seconds- she was his employee, she couldn't do that!- then turned back to the girls still tugging at his elbows, trying not to growl in frustration.

He had to remember, if he lost his temper, it would get back to their parents. If it got back to their parents...

So Gabriel took a deep breath, glanced at the clock- was it broken? Surely more time had passed than that!- and then turned back to the twins. "Okay, what do you want to watch?"

The girls lit up, hopping up and down and yammering at him faster than he could follow. He let them tug him up out of his chair and towards the computer, having them point out the show that they wanted to watch instead. They then spent five minutes arguing over which show they wanted to see out of a pick of four or five things before settling on one. Sighing with relief (and trying his best to ignore the headache starting to build at the edges of his temples), Gabriel clicked on the first episode that came up, arranged the computer to the twins' satisfaction, and returned to his seat. He glanced up as the cartoon started to play and- okay, he could already tell that the cartoon was a bit less babyish than the first one, though it still had annoyingly high-pitched voices for all of the characters. The girls seemed content, so Gabriel gave himself a pat on his back and returned his attention to his designs. Several minutes later, he was just getting back into designing mode. He picked up his pencil, and-

"We've seen this episode already!"

"Yeah! I don't wanna see it again, I already know what happens!"

"We've seen this so many times!"

Gabriel let out a long breath through his nose as he was unceremoniously ripped from designer mode yet again. The twins were already clambering to their feet, clearly ready to abandon their activity and start tearing through his office again. He stood before they could get too far, strode to the computer, and maneuvered back to the menu to pick out another episode. It started playing, and the twins sat back down.

Hopefully he would get more than three minutes to himself this time.

They got past the intro without incident, and Gabriel turned his attention back to his work. He had almost gotten back into the groove when the complaints started up again.

"I've seen this already! This is an old episode!"

"Really old!"

"I'll change it, I'll change it, just keep sitting!" Gabriel said hastily, completely willing to agree to anything to get them to shut up already. Thank god he and Emilie had gotten a nanny to get Adrien past this age, and thank god that they had only had one kid. Having two or more- having twins- would have been a nightmare. And hadn't Adrien said that there were four kids in the Ladyblogger's family? That would be awful. "How many episodes of this have you seen?"

There was some whispering between the two girls, and then some arguing. Finally they resurfaced with a shrug and an unhelpful "I don't know".

Small children were maddening.

Gabriel selected another episode, this time just a little further along. There weren't that many episodes listed, so if they had selected this show it meant that there had to be some that they hadn't seen yet, right?

Apparently not. Over the next thirty minutes, the girls kept interrupting him every few minutes, taking anywhere between three to six minutes to recognize an episode and start complaining. At one point, they lost interest in the cartoons entirely and started asking if they could have cake. With a groan, Gabriel realized that he shouldn't have given in so easily to their request earlier. It had been a test to see how much they could get away with, and he had failed it.

He also missed another prime akumatization opportunity. Two so close together was rare, and yet he couldn't slip away and take advantage of it.

"Of all the days for Adrien to have a two-hour lesson instead of a one-hour one," Gabriel groaned as he pushed his work to the side again to put an end to the complaining that had started anew. The twins were looking antsy now that so much time had passed without them watching all the way through an episode, and he had to wonder how much longer he would last.

Would it be possible for him to go online and hire a babysitter to finish up the time? If they stayed in the house, surely no one could complain? But it seemed unlikely that he would be able to find someone on such short notice, and it would take time for them to arrive. Besides, finding a babysitter online would require actually having more than a couple consecutive minutes to focus on that, and he didn't have more than a couple consecutive minutes, not with the girls needing constant attention.

Three more episode switches later, and Gabriel was ready to start pulling his hair out. Right before he was about to snap at the girls to just sit down and enjoy an old episode, the door buzzer rang. Gabriel dove for it, welcoming the interruption. Maybe Nathalie had sent a babysitter. Maybe the twins' family had finally decided to come pick them up. Maybe-

It was one of Adrien's classmates, the designer girl- Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he remembered. Next to her stood another very small child, her brown pigtails barely reaching the bottom of the camera.

He couldn't deal with another small child, he really couldn't.

"I'm here to collect Ella and Etta!" Marinette said with a cheerful wave at the camera. "Adrien texted me and said that he left them with Mr. Agreste?"

"He did," Gabriel said at once, noting the way that Ms. Dupain-Cheng startled. Clearly she had been expecting Nathalie at the other end. He pressed the button to open the gates. "Enter."

"Who was that?" one of the twins wanted to know at once. "A new babysitter?"

"Yes-" Gabriel started, but they were already on their feet and racing out to the atrium. Just as they got there, Marinette stepped in with the other small girl in tow. She took one look at the racing girls and raised one eyebrow, planting her free hand on her hip.

"Ella! Etta! Is that how we behave indoors? And when we are guests in someone's house?"

Much to Gabriel's surprise, both twins slowed down and shook their heads. "No..."

"I didn't think so." Marinette turned her attention to Gabriel. "I hope that they've been behaving themselves."

Gabriel opened his mouth to answer before thinking better of it. He didn't need to admit to a fourteen-year-old that he had been having trouble keeping two five-year-olds in line, not when they had settled down so quickly at her demand. Instead, he changed the subject. "Are the twins' parents finally back home to take them? Or your friend?"

Much to his surprise, Marinette shook her head. "No, not yet. Alya needs stitches and a tetanus shot, so she and Nora aren't going to be home for a while, and their parents are super-busy right now and can't leave work early. We're going to go over to the TV studio to drop off Manon and after that, I was planning on taking Ella and Etta back to their apartment so that they won't be destroying anyone else's house." She paused, glancing over in the direction that faint piano music could be heard coming from. "I. Uh. If it wouldn't be too much to ask, I would really appreciate it if Adrien could come over and help out, so I'm not the only one watching these two."

"I will send him over once he finishes his piano lessons," Gabriel promised at once, partly so Marinette wouldn't change her mind about taking the twins and partly because Adrien had offered to take up that responsibility in the first place and he needed to understand what following through would be like so that he wouldn't do it again in the future.

A chorus of whining followed Gabriel's words, and he looked over to see both twins pouting at Marinette.

"I don't want to go on a walk!"

"Yeah, that's too far! And it's too hot!"

"I want to stay here and watch cartoons and eat cookies!"

"And drink orange juice!"

The small girl holding Marinette's hand stomped her foot and turned to her babysitter. "I want cookies, too!"

"Cookies and no walking!"

Gabriel's headache spiked as the whining got louder, but Marinette only frowned at them. "Manon, you've already had cookies. Also that's too bad, we're going on a walk. No, you don't get a say in this. Now thank Mr. Agreste and we'll be leaving."

"But I don't want to!"

"Yeah!"

"If you don't behave, I'll tell your parents and you won't get dessert for a month and you'll have to go to bed early," Marinette warned them, and Gabriel watched in utter disbelief as the twins straightened up and promptly fell into line next to her. "Now what do we say to Mr. Agreste?"

"Thank you!"

Gabriel could only nod in response as the group headed back out the door, following Marinette down the steps and across the courtyard like a line of little ducklings. He waited until they had exited the gates and turned the corner before heading back into his office and collapsing into his chair.

He could deal with uncooperative suppliers and diva clients all day long, but two young children wore him out in a heartbeat. If Ms. Dupain-Cheng hadn't shown up, he- he-

He didn't know what he would have done. His patience had been gone, he had been at his wit's end, and the twins had just been whining and whining and whining.

Ms. Dupain-Cheng deserved a reward of some sort for coming in and rescuing him from those little monsters, Gabriel decided as he reached across his desk for some aspirin. Nothing obvious, of course, because he couldn't let on that he had had any problems with the twins, but she hadn't had to come over and add two more little terrors on top of the handful of a girl that she had already been babysitting. She could have just continued with her day and assumed that he was fully capable of dealing with the twins until Adrien finished his piano lesson, which is what he assumed most teens her age would have done.

Perhaps he would grant her immunity from getting akumatized, Gabriel decided after a minute's thought. He wasn't experienced enough to be able to identify individual imprints himself, but Nooroo could and he could block her imprint's emotions from getting picked up by the Miraculous upon request. Gabriel had heard talk that it wasn't a particularly pleasant experience for those who hadn't gotten akumatized voluntarily. Something about how their memories during that time were fuzzy or lost completely, which was terribly disorienting. He hadn't experienced the same, of course, and neither had Nathalie, but the two of them were special cases. Everyone else had to deal with holes in their memories and a nagging sense of confusion, neither of which were pleasant.

Yes, that was what he would do. It would be a way to express his thanks without giving away that he was doing that at all, Ms. Dupain-Cheng would no doubt appreciate being able to express her emotions safely, and it wasn't as though it would be any great loss to him.

There would always be other people to akumatize, after all, and giving one normal teenage girl a free pass out wasn't going to make any big difference in the long run.

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Snake Girl 3

Imagine: Being Archie’s little sister and getting sick which leads to your friends (Sweet Pea included) to check up on you at home.

warning: cute fluff.

Part 1 Part 2

“Are you sure you’re going to be fine today, sweetie?” Your dad came into your room early morning on a school day; his worry was clear as you started to cough harshly. “I can afford to take a day of.” He says as he hands you more medicine.

You take the medicine with a scowl on your face; you detested being sick. “Dad, I’m fine, I can handle being on my own today.” You reassure not wanting him to miss out on work, “No need to take drastic measures.” You give a small smile being you blew your nose into a tissue. You weren’t sure who had gotten you sick but since your immune system was shit, this virus was hitting you rather hard.

You had fainted yesterday during you training session with Reggie and Reggie had totally freaked out. You had been feeling shit that morning but brushed it off because you didn’t’ want to miss school—your attendance was perfect and you didn’t want to ruin it…until your father and brother forced you to stay home today.

Vegas was sleeping soundly at your feet acting as your lazy protector and companion for the day. Archie came in with some medicinal tea, “I made you some tea and just like you like it.” Archie offered you the warm mug and you gladly accepted it—anything to clear your clogged up sinuses and sooth your itchy throat.

“Thanks, Arch.” You thanked with some relief before drinking the almost too hot tea—you were desperate to get rid of this unbearable itch in your throat, “I hate being sick.” You muttered with disdain.

“Blame your mother; she has a weak immune system too.” Your father smiled softly.

“Thanks, mom.” You sighed unhappily.

“I gotta get to school, text me if you need anything, okay? I’ll come by for lunch, okay?” Archie reassures coming over to kiss your forehead and ruffled Vegas’s head, “You take good care of her, okay, Vegas?” Archie demanded to the dog with a grin.

Vegas sleepily looked up at your brother and lazily wagged his tail.

“I might be late coming home from work but I’ll leave some money in the kitchen for pizza or whatever you want, okay?” Your father said as he was leaving for work too. He saw you nod and both of them left your room leaving you and Vegas finally in solace.

You had planned to take a shit-ton of medicine, drink your tea, and sleep this virus off. You wanted to get better as soon as possible. After blowing your nose for the hundredth time that morning, you curled into your sheets with Vegas moving to curl into your side and drifted off into a deep sleep.

You woke up to Vegas slapping his tail against your face, “Vegas, what the hell.” You grumbled with your voice sounding horrible. You sat up and heard Archie’s voice along with Reggie’s. “Huh, is it lunch time already?” You mumbled with a sigh, “I wish I would’ve slept the entire day.”

“Y/N? Are you awake?” Archie hollered as he loudly stomped up the stairs.

“I am now.” You remarked grumpily and ran your hand over your hair knowing it must’ve been all over the place, “Vegas kept slapping his tail in my face.” Archie came into your room and Reggie awkwardly looked out of place.

“Reggie wanted to see how you were doing; you freaked him out pretty bad.” Archie explained as your big brother opened his backpack and handed your lunchbox, “I convinced the lunch-lady to give you an extra brownie.” Archie grins, “How are you feeling?”

You sniffled and replied with a sad look, “Still pretty shitty. I can’t breathe through my nose and my throat hurts a lot.” You explain to him and Archie frowns, “I think I might have a throat infection.” You were pretty prone to often throat infections for some odd reason.

Vegas was excitedly sniffing at Reggie and Reggie seemed to enjoy the dog’s attention. Reggie did have a soft spot for dogs. “I’ll call our doctor to make an appointment for later today,” Archie hums lightly, “I’ll go make your tea.” Archie kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

“Sorry for freaking you out yesterday.” You apologized to Reggie and gesture for him to sit down in your recliner next to your bed, “I didn’t think it would get that bad so fast.”

Reggie sat in the recliner, “I noticed how red your cheeks were but I didn’t think anything of it; I’m just glad you’re okay.” Reggie smiled as Vegas planted himself at Reggie’s feet, “I don’t think I saw your dog at the party the other week, he’s pretty cool.” Reggie admits sheepishly.

“Archie had him in my room. We didn’t want anyone messing with him or kidnapping him.” You chuckled softly.

“I, ah, I brought homework from third period.” Reggie admits looking a bit shy which was weird of him, “Homework and notes.” Reggie opens his backpack and puts his blue folder on your nightstand.

“Thanks, Reg,” You sigh happily, “I was going to ask but I wiped out as soon as Archie and my dad left the house.” Despite his status and appearance, Reggie was pretty intelligent.

“Sleeping off the sickness, eh? Lucky you, I can’t fall asleep easily when I get sick.” Reggie tells you with a light scowl, “I keep thinking how I miss my nostrils not being clogged the fuck up and how I hate being sick and in turn, can’t sleep.”

You giggle, “I feel you, I was like that last night but Archie practically overdosed me with Nyquil and I knocked out with fifteen minutes.”

“Archie has you pretty sheltered, huh?” Reggie muses randomly, “I don’t blame him. If I had a little sister, I’d be the same too.”

“It can get pretty frustrating when he’s in big brother mode.” You scoff with an eye roll, “Remember homecoming last year? I went with Frankie and he got too handsy and you all ended up beating him up.”

Reggie smirked, “Archie was pretty livid. I’m surprised the kid left with his life.”

“I doubt I’ll get asked out this year.” You grumbled.

“Who knows, maybe some poor guy will finally have the balls to stand up to your brother.” Reggie snickers though it sounds like he doubts it because Archie is backed up by the football team. Archie comes back with your tea and you gladly drink it. Archie and Reggie catch you up with the drama at school before it was time for them to go back to school before the first bells rang.

You managed to get the strength and walked them to the front door, “Feel better, Y/N.” Reggie smiles as Archie hugs you.

“Thanks, Reg, I appreciate you coming to see me and giving me homework and notes.” You smile back even though you feel very yucky—maybe a nice, hot shower would help you feel better. You bid farewell to your brother and Reggie and watch them drive away. You close the door, locked it, and trudged up the stairs to go take a hot—very hot shower. Your dad had made it clear that you couldn’t go see your snake babies until you were better which was a major bummer.

After taking a shower, you decided to clean up the house. The shower did help clearing your nose but it didn’t last very long. You felt pretty shitty but cleaning helped take your mind off feeling shitty. Eventually, you grabbed your favorite pillow and cat blanket and plopped down on the cough to watch some movies. The Devil Wears Prada, 13 going on 30, The Interview, and How to train your dragon were your must sees whenever you were sick.

It wasn’t long until someone was knocking on your front door.

“Who the fuck…” You grumbled groggily since you had been falling asleep. Vegas was already at the door, you gently push him away from the front door, and opened it to see Jughead, Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea and they brought Pop’s.

“We come bearing gifts.” Jughead smiles.

“You look like shit.” Fangs deadpans and Toni smacks the shit out of his shoulder, “Ow! She does but it’s kinda cute.”

“Thanks, dude.” You roll your eyes, “Come on in, I can’t turn away good company and good food. Does Archie know you’re all here?” You ask as you let them inside. Jughead didn’t look so out of place in your house but the Serpents did and it was almost funny. Sweet Pea was almost to tall for your door and it made you giggle.

Sweet Peas cock an eyebrow at you, “Something funny?” He glares mildly at you.

“You’re a giant.” You muttered closing the door, “You almost don’t fit through the door.” You look up at him since he was tall as hell and he towered over you.

Sweet Pea shakes his head, “Thanks, Y/N.” He remarks dryly.

“What a cutie!” Toni coos over Vegas who is basking in the attention.

You guess everyone had a soft spot for dogs. “What kind of gay shit were you watching.” Fangs is going through your DVD cases with a disgusted look.

“Hey, these are classics.” Toni defends your taste in movies.

“The Devil Wears Prada and 13 going on 30 are pretty good.” Jughead adds earning disgusted looks from Fangs and Sweet Pea. You were all smiles and laughs despite feeling so sick as you ate with Jughead and the Serpents. You felt right at home with them, it was weird. It felt as if you had known Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea all your life.

“You don’t like tomatoes?” Sweet Pea frowns as you pick off the tomatoes off your burger—Jughead knew you hated tomatoes but ordered them on your burger only because it meant a free tomato for him. You peeled off the two slices of tomato and dropped it on Jughead’s burger. You ignored his happy smirk.

“They’re gross.” You mumbled as you shoved your burger into your mouth.

“I like a girl that can eat.” Fangs watch you with awe and it made you feel uncomfortable.

Jughead smacks Fangs on the arm, “She doesn’t like when people stare at her while she eats.” Jughead informs him.

“Sorry.” Fangs mumbled.

It didn’t take long until the good food was gone and the good company was begging to see your snake collection. “Jughead, go ahead and give them a tour. My dad banned me from the snake shack.” You tell him before going into a fit of rough coughs that had Toni patting your back and Jughead to look for the Nyquil. 

“Are you sure?” Jughead asks as he hands you some Nyquil.

You nod, “Yeah.” Toni and Fangs are beyond excited but Sweet Pea declines to go. Fangs taunts him for being a bitch but eventually left to the snake shack. “Why didn’t you go?” You asked him curiously as the both of you sit at the dining table—your chair angled towards his.

He shrugged, “I rather you give me a tour of your snakes.” He replies easily.

You smiled, “Why?”

Sweet Pea pins you with a serious look that leaves your stomach squirming, “Because I like how excited you get whenever you talk about your snakes.” You couldn’t help the blush that burns over your cheeks and your eyes downcast with some shyness.

“People usually get tired of my endless ramblings about snakes.” You mumbled softly.

You shyly look up at Sweet Pea and find him staring at you with an interesting smile, “I don’t, I think it’s cool that you’re that passionate about snake; I think it’s hot.” Sweet Pea leans in towards you and you’re frozen in place.

Your heart hammers tightly in your chest—no boy had ever been this close to your face before. His dark eyes seemed somber and held you captive with how intense they seemed. He seemed so bad and tough but…you felt almost safe with him. “I’ve been thinking about something and I need your advice.” Sweet Pea spoke and you shyly watched his lips move.

“Advice on what?” You mumbled leaning away slightly—your cheeks were flushed deeply and Sweet Pea noted your reaction with amusement.

“I like you.” Sweet Pea deadpans.

“M-M-Me?” You stuttered with wide eyes unable to believe that big and tough Sweet Pea could possibly like someone like you, “But…I’m a Northsider?” You squeaked.

Sweet Pea reached out to grab the bottom of your chair and pulled your chair towards him—your legs now touching his. Your hands began to get clammy and you licked your lips unsure what was going on. “You act way different than a normal Northsider.” Sweet Pea says watching as you chew on your lower lip.

“I’m not sure if your people would approve of you dating a Northsider.” You whispered with a sad tone.

“I don’t give a fuck about what others think,” Sweet Pea says firmly taking you by surprise, “You’re special, Y/N, and everyone can see it. I’ve never met a girl like you and no girl has ever held my interest as you do…I know what I want and it is you.” Sweet Pea reaches out to gently gasp your clammy hand. You watch intently as his large hand engulfs your small hand and couldn’t help but to love the warmth of his skin—how can someone be so hot?

You felt like a fish out of water, “I…I…I’ve never had a boyfriend so, I don’t know how to be a girlfriend?” You awkwardly say and cringe.

Sweet Pea smirks, “It’s not that hard,” He reassures, “And I promise to be a good boyfriend.” He adds softly, “I didn’t think I’d ever be serious with anyone but I know I want my first relationship to be with you.”

His words made your hear sing an angle choir—you’ve heard a lot of guys talking with similar sweet words but Sweet Pea’s voice…sounded so sincere. His eyes were an open book and you knew it was because he was letting you see a side of him no one really saw. You didn’t notice but your fingers were intertwining with his. A relationship with Sweet Pea wouldn’t be easy…who he was and what he stood for…but it didn’t really matter to you.

Archie would…definitely throw a temper tantrum. Your father…you weren’t sure how your father would react. “You’re asking me out, right?” You dumbly ask.

Sweet Pea smirked softly, “Yeah, I am.”

You blush, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Sweet Pea squeezes your hand, “I know what I want, Y/N, and I usually don’t change my mind about things like this.” Sweet Pea reassures, “So, is that a yes or no?” Sweet Pea questions.

You couldn’t help but to smile softly, “Yes.”

Sweet Pea grins, “I don’t usually like parents but I’ll try to give your father a good impression of me.” He says and sighs, “I really want to kiss you right now, I’m beyond stoked right now.” He says with a light pout. Your eyes staring at his lips—he had really nice lips.

“Don’t look at me like that, Princess,” Sweet Pea slips his hand into your hair and pulls you dangerously close to his face, “I might be tempted to kiss you.”

You blush and he smirks, “I’m sick.” You muttered sadly.

“Not for long.” Sweet Pea muses, “I’m going to enjoy having you as mine.” He murmurs brushing his lips against your cheek. Your body shook with joy and pleasure—this boy was going to be the death of you.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.” Toni’s voice made you flinch away from Sweet Pea so roughly that you fell off your chair.

“Ow…” You whined as Sweet Pea helped you up.

“You okay?” Sweet Pea murmurs with a small smile.

“This is your fault.” You grumble with a blush.

“Archie is going to freak the fuck out.” Jughead says unsure whether or not he approves of this situation.

“Yes! You made your move!” Fangs comes in and pats Sweet Pea on the shoulder with a large smirk, “Finally, I was tired of hearing you talk about her.”

“You talked about me?” You teased softly.

Sweet Pea scowls at Fangs but looks at you and his glare softens, “Yeah.”

“Oh, gross.” Jughead snorts.

“You two will be so cute together.” Toni says with a smile, “I can imagine the heads that will turn with the news of Sweet Pea and Y/N going out.”

“A first date will make it official.” Jughead adds protectively, “Right, Sweet Pea?”

Sweet Pea rolls his eyes, “Of course, Jughead.”

You giggle cutely and Sweet Pea is quick to pull you into his side, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, Princess.” Sweet Pea whispers in your ear.

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It had to be you

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

 Requested by: @interwebseriesfan24

“Hi. I'd like to request a fic where, remember my headcanons about Steve's friends all moving away just before high school? Yeah. Can Y/N be one of the friends that don't move away? And yeah. Anyway. Uh. idk is this how it works”

A/N: Hello again!! I kinda incorporated a bit of my own idea into the fic, and i’m hoping to make it into a kinda slow-burn series kinda thing... but i could always just turn it into a two part if that’s what the people want lmao

Still hope you enjoy it tho!! (even though it’s like a basic ass intro and it kinda sucks whOOP)

Warnings: Ew it’s school yucky, Some swears

Word count: 1.4k

(send me a message in my ask after reading this if you want it to be a slow-burn or a two part!!)

Chapter 1

Steve Harrington.

Five years ago, that name meant slushies at the arcade, bike rides in the park, horror movies that were way past your bedtimes, and “best friend”.

Five years ago, that name was an important part of your life, him being one of your main friends in your little group. It was always you and him and a bunch of other little children- but Steve made it clear that you two were the closest out of all of them. Little gestures such as arm-around-the-shoulder hugs, having the most play dates; anything you could think of- you and Steve had done it.

But you see, a lot of things change over the course of five years, and boy, did things change. 

So tell me, what exactly did happen?

Well, since the majority of your old friends had moved away to different towns far from Hawkins, you had made some new ones; Nancy Wheeler to be exact. The two of you were as close as you and Steve had been, always at each other’s houses, giving each other advice and all that jazz. The two of you were practically joined at the hip, each one almost never leaving each other’s sides.

She had began to be your friend in second year, and continued to be your friend all up until now: Senior year. You were sad that you were going to leave her, but the two of your promised to stay in touch even until after high school.

Now, What happened to your so called best friend you may ask? Well, high school came along, and Steve had clearly moved on to a different path. He began to hang out with the wrong crowd and ignored you for the majority of freshman year. It was heartbreaking at first, seeing your middle school best friend pretend you didn't exist; but as the years went by, you learned to live with it, and him. Skip to senior year, Steve Harrington was the same douche from freshman year, no longer pretending you didn’t exist- but still an asshole for not even trying to at least have a decent conversation with you.

And you clearly gave no shits about him whatsoever.

Now it was another day in Hawkins High, the sun was shining much too bright for the morning, the birds were obnoxiously chirping, and the school (as usual) reeked of left-over lunches and jock athlete sweat.

Festive.

You made your way to your locker, quickly swerving and dodging incoming students left and right. Lost freshmen hung out over there, try-hard sophomores over there- and- Oh? The Douche isn’t here today?

Steve Harrington, usually seen picking at his locker, was absent. Or late.

You pinned your assumptions on the second option, as he’s been late before. Three times this week.

But why did you care? You didn’t- You shouldn’t.

Shaking your head and turning around, you unlocked your locker, took out your books and waited for your usual encounters with - 3.. 2.. 1.. There she is.

Nancy Wheeler, your best friend was making her way towards your locker. Her face was painted with a look of disgust as she watched two boys wrestle in the corner. You grinned at her expression, loving her mutual hate for the shithole you’d call high school.

“Morning” You greeted her, in a monotone voice. “I had absolutely no sleep last night.”

She smirked and looked you up and down.

“I can tell.”

You slapped her arm teasingly, slamming your locker door shut. “Oh shut up, you look like a mess yourself.” You retaliated, playfully pouting when she returned the gesture.

“See, the only difference is, I can pull it off.”

Morning retorts like this were a usual with you and Nancy, the two of you somehow finding some way to playfully point something out about each other. It was all jokes though, the both of you knowing when too much was too much.

You rolled your eyes and hugged your books to your chest, walking towards the hallways to your next subject.

“Oh shut up, let’s just get to class.”

The hallway was now empty, except for one lone schoolboy who- you guessed it- was Steve Harrington himself.

“What do I have? First period- English?” Steve murmured to himself, cursing quietly under his breath as he rummaged through his messy locker. The boy had woken up late again, that being the reason for his equally messy hair. He had stayed up late trying to cram in some study notes for an upcoming test later in the day, but he knew he’d probably bomb it. Steve was trying his best though, it was senior year after all, and he wanted to have some direction in his life. Any direction, really. He had to get into one decent college at least, and he couldn’t count on a basketball scholarship.

He continued to dig through his locker, but finally shrugged in defeat, hoping for the best as he bounded down the halls to his next subject.

“Good morning class!” Your teacher greeted you.  “I have some news for all of you- today, we’ll be starting to work on our poet-

Before your teacher could finish his sentence, he was interrupted with an obnoxious, loud, proclamation- made by Steve Harrington. Of course.

You watched as the brunette scrambled into his seat, feverishly running a hand through his hair, in attempt to fix it from the current state it was in.

“I’m here!”

“No shit” You mumbled under your breath, bringing your attention back to your teacher.

The old man only sighed, ticking off a little box in the attendance, which you assumed meant “late”

He placed the folder down before turning back to the class.

“Alright Steve, May I continue now?”

The brunette nodded his head, slumping into a more comfortable position, and played with a pencil as your teacher explained the newest project.

“As I was saying, We’ll be working on our poetry unit, which means- another project! Woo hoo!” Your teacher proclaimed with false enthusiasm. “I’ll be letting you work in pairs.”

Eyes darted the classroom, a murmur of conversation filled your ears, as you began to doodle in your notebook. Each student made eye contact with the partner they’d choose to be with- before your teacher raised his voice again.

“I’ll be choosing.”

A low groan was heard throughout the classroom, as your teacher continued.

“I’m picking pairs to work on your newest poetry project- and Yes, yes, I know- Poetry is boring… So, That’s Why I’m letting you incorporate some photography or art involved with your project.”

Scowls were now turned into intrigued grins and smiles; some students already jotting down ideas on scrap pieces of paper.

“Um, Sir? What will the poetry be about?” You chimed, actually interested in this assignment.

“Ah- I was just getting to that Y/N.”

Eyes and ears perked up, your teacher grinning at the sudden attention he had gotten.

“I’ll decide on the poetry topic based on the art or pictures you hand in. Be aware that this will be a little bit of a challenge, as the topics I’ll be choosing to be a little difficult to write about at your age.”

You nodded, scribbling down some notes in your notebook, as your teacher continued.

“Now, without further ado, let’s start getting our partners now shall we?”

A good five minutes had passed, and the majority of students had already been partnered up, leaving you in a nervous state, dreading the moment when your name was to be called.

Now, you didn’t have a problem with anyone in the class, well- except Steve maybe. But those were for obvious reasons. It was three years ago, but it still hurt a bit knowing that he purposely pretended you didn’t exist for a good five months in freshman year. You couldn’t help but hold a long grudge against him, a grudge that probably wasn’t going to go away for long time.

Four words resided in your mind, repeating over and over again.

Anyone but Steve Harrington. Anyone but Steve Harrington. Anyone but Steve Harrington.

“Y/N L/N?”

Your head shot up, palms suddenly clammy at the thought of your project partner.

Anyone but Steve Harrington. Anyone but Steve Harrington. Anyone but Steve Harrington.

“I’m going to pair you up with… Steve Harrington.”

Your eyes darted to the brunette at the front of the class, his eyes similarly darting to yours. He gave you a small smirk, before picking up his books and plopping down to the desk beside yours.

“Y/N… We haven’t talked in a long time.” He stated, desperately trying to make conversation.

Your teacher only smiled at the two of you, before turning to his next pair.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

[lucythereaderofminds]

Sick

Well…i was planning to write this days ago. Now i am writing this, especially when i am sick, i hope it goes alright. The 2DbendyAu and design belong to Belong to @shinyzango.

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Bendy sat on the couch waiting for Henry to get back from work.The toon rested his head on the arm chair bored but still paying attention to the program on the television. He tapped his fingers on the pillow under his arm.It was 4 pm, Henry is usually home by 3:50 pm. He began to worry until the sound of a car pulling into the drive way snapped him out of his thoughts and he got up.

Henry walked in, but something about him made the toon worry. Sure it looked like he had not gotten any sleep, but his skin was a bit pale and he began to cough.

“H-henry? are you alright?” Bendy asked him, gently grabbing onto  Henry’s sleeve.

“Yes i’m fine it was just a little cough”

“are you sure you look a little pale”

“i’m fine bud.” Henry set down his brief case.“i’ll go change my clothes, and i’ll get dinner started”

-timeskip-

Bendy laid in bed, his Bendy plush under his arm. He could hear Henry coughing, and he knew very well Henry was sick. Henry rarely got sick.Bendy remembers the time he got sick and Henry was taking care of him day and night he even took a day off work just to stay and look after him.

If Henry woke up sick in the morning, there was no way Bendy was going to let him go to work tomorrow.Bendy closed his eyes after he heard Henry’s cough die down and sleep finally took over.

Bendy woke up in the morning, and walked over to Henry’s room. He pressed his head on the door.He could hear Henry groan and the creak of the bed as he sat up. Bendy decided to go in but not before knocking first. “uh, knock-knock?”

“come in Bendy”

Bendy walked in and saw Henry, his hair was a mess, but his skin though. It was more paler than yesterday. He stood on the edge of the bed and looked up at Henry.

“How do you feel today?”

“i feel fine. I think i’m okay to go into work today”

“..that’s good! i was worried that you got even more sick!” Bendy said as he gave Henry a smile. Henry rubbed Bendy’s head, but then he pulled back and coughed making Bendy’s smile disappear and had a face of concern.Bendy got on his toes and placed his hand on Henry’s forehead. It was hot, he removed it and blew on his hand.

“Henry… yer burning up! Yer as hot as a furnace!”

“Don’t exaggerate bud, i’m fine-“Henry stopped and began to cough again. Bendy sighed and climbed onto the bed.

"Henry. you’re sick! you should stay home and call in sick”

“I said i’m fine!”

Bendy frowned. “you’re such a stubborn old man!” Henry chuckled and sneezed into his elbow.Bendy huffed and hopped off the bed and ran downstairs, grabbed the phone and ran back up to Henry’s room.

“call in sick. now” Henry raised an eyebrow looked at the phone then at Bendy.

“Bendy…”

“please? I don’t want to collapse! i Don’t want something bad to happen to you at work because you are sick”

“…bud…”

“pleeeassssseeeee?” Bendy gave Henry the innocent face, and for once Henry fell for it and gave in. He sighed and took the phone from Bendy.“fine, you win.”

—

After Henry made the phone call, Bendy let him have some time to rest but not before giving him a simple breakfast. He was in the living room watching cartoons when he heard Henry come downstairs.

“just came down for some water"Henry said as he went into the kitchen. He walked out with a glass of water and sat beside Bendy drinking the water.Bendy held his little bendy plush and squeezed it, a small squeak sound is heard. Henry sets the empty cup  down on the small table.Henry coughed and he still looked tired. Bendy didn’t want Henry to use up most of his energy, so he placed his plush on Henry’s lap telling him to hold it for him and ran up stairs to fetch a pillow and blanket from the closet.

Henry sat wondering what Bendy was up to, the plush in his lap and his hand was on it’s head. He remembered he had this plush in his closet from when he worked in the studio and was saving it for one day if he had a child. Since he never got married or had kids he let Bendy have it.Bendy came back down with the pillow and the blanket folded up under his other arm and sat a few inches away from Henry and set the pillow on his lap. Henry looked at him.

Bendy patted the pillow on his lap. "c'mon! ya can rest your head here! I can take care of you this way”

“Bendy…i can-” He was cut off when he saw Bendy’s puppy eyes again. “i’m a bit heavy bud”

“i don’t care! c'mon” He pats the pillow again and Henry gives up and gently lies down, his head on the pillow on Bendy’s lap.Bendy felt Henry’s head rest on the pillow  and smiled, unfolding the blanket and putting it over Henry. Henry’s eyes were half open and his head faced the other way.Bendy gently ran his fingers through Henry’s hair.It was soft yet it was still a bit messy. He could see where his hair started to get white. He remembered that Henry used to have his hair all brown but now it had a patch of white on it.

He could hear Henry’s breathing and looked over to see that Henry had fallen asleep.They poor guy must have been tired, well he was sick after all.Bendy leaned back and looked at the clock. It was currently 9 am. Maybe for lunch he’d heat up a can of chicken noodle soup for Henry.Bendy yawned and closed his eyes. A little nap wouldn’t hurt.

—

Bendy yawned and woke up, it was now 12 in the afternoon and  he woke up just in time! He looked over and saw that Henry was still asleep,he carefully moved Henry’s head off his lap with the pillow and laid it down. Henry stirred and his arms wrapped around the pillow. Bendy ran his fingers through Henry’s hair again.

“don’t worry dad, i’ll just go make some soup."Bendy ran into the kitchen and first drank water from his favorite plastic cup. He then quietly climbed onto the counter top and opened the cabinet and looked around for a can of chicken noodle soup.After searching for 2 minutes he found one on the way  back and climbed down, but accidentally knocked his plastic cup and it fell to the floor.He went still worried that the sound would wake up Henry. He jumped off the counter and peeked into the living room. Henry was still asleep on the couch. Phew.

Bendy turned on the stove and dumped the contents of the can into a small pot and began to heat up the soup.He began to make himself a turkey sandwich as the soup was cooking on the stove.He munched on his sandwich and stirred the soup making sure it was heated up well,then turned it off after heating it up for 10 minutes. He turned into his monster form to get a bowl from the cabinet and  gently poured the soup into it.He then got a plate and put it under the bowl and grabbed a spoon and walked over to the living room.

Upon walking to the living room still in his monster form with the bowl in his hands, he saw Henry with the plush in his arms and he was still asleep.Bendy smiled and set the bowl down and shifted back into his normal form and ran to get the camera.He took a picture making sure Henry didn’t wake up and he then put the camera away.He then gently shook Henry on the shoulder to get him to wake up, which he hated doing that since he wanted Henry to rest but Henry needed to get something in his stomach.

"mhm…"Henry sat up and cracked one eye open. "hm?”

“i…heated up some chicken noodle soup from a can. Hope ya like it.” Bendy said holding out the bowl with the spoon in it for Henry to take.

“soup? oh thanks bud."Henry smiles and takes the bowl from Bendy and begins to eat. Bendy switches on the TV to watch cartoons as Henry ate up the soup, in which Henry could not taste the broth since his taste buds were dull due to him being sick.He ate everything even drinking up all the broth and set the bowl next to the cup of water he  placed earlier. He picked up Bendy and placed him on his lap and placed his feet up on the couch. Bendy rested his head on Henry’s chest, listening to his heart beat.

Bendy  heard Henry’s breathing slow down  and he feared that something was wrong with Henry when he noticed that Henry had fallen asleep.Bendy smiles and turns off the TV and decides to play outside with his friends.He hops off Henry’s arms and places the plush in his place and sneaks out locking the door and having his spare house key on a string on his wrist and made his way to the park to meet up with his friends.

—

"so Mr. Henry is sick?”

“yup”

“aw that’s too bad!” The boy named Gerald said.He passed the ball to Bendy who then passed it off to a girl named Rachel.

“when i was sick my mama made me chicken soup and made sure i drank plenty of water.” she said and passed the ball off to Richard.

“hm i already gave him chicken soup. He drank water but his fever is still up, and he may cough again” Bendy said frowning.

“maybe he may need some cough medicine. It may be yucky but it helps."Richard told Bendy.

"i haven’t tried that"Bendy said,"maybe Henry has some somewhere in the house.”

“everyone has that medicine it’s usually in a glass like bottle” Rachel said passing the ball to Bendy. “Make sure he eats too, you can’t have him get better with an empty stomach.”

After spending the rest of the afternoon with the kids they had to go home and Bendy went home as well. He walked in, closed the door and put his spare key back were he had it and went into the living room. Henry wasn’t there.

“Henry?”

No answer. he must be in his room? Bendy thought, he went upstairs and opened the door to Henry’s room. Henry wasn’t there. Bendy heard water running from the bathroom and sighed in relief. Henry must be taking a shower. The door to the bathroom opened and Henry came out on a simple long sleeve black shirt and grey sweatpants and was drying his hair with a towel. Bendy sat on the bed looking at Henry.

“had fun bud? sorry if i scared you, i decided to take a warm shower”

Bendy nodded “uh Henry do we have cough medicine? you might need some”

“hmm…yes i think we do. I’ll make sure i take some later. I promise.”

“good” Bendy said.“i’ll go see if there is something i can make for dinner.”

“bud-”

“you still need rest Henry” Bendy told him. He then switched into his monster form and hugged his friend, resting his chin on Henry’s head. “do it for me, please?”

Henry sighed and hugged him back. “okay. But please be careful in the kitchen.”

“don’t worry i will” He said and pulled back and walked out of the room and went to the kitchen and went back to his original form. Henry went down to the living room and wrapped the blanket around himself. “it’s a bit chilly…”

Bendy meanwhile cooked up a big can of bacon soup,it wasn’t the one from before but it was still good. He heated it up then poured some into a bowl for himself then one for Henry. He carried both bowls into the living room and saw Henry holding the plush in his hand. He was looking at it, like he was trying to remember something.

“Henry?”

“hm? oh, it’s nothing…"He set the plush down.Bendy gave him a bowl and he began to eat. "bacon soup? i haven’t had this since we left the studio months ago.”

“yup!” Bendy smiled.He took a spoon and was about to eat when an idea popped into his head. “Hey Henry say ‘ahhh’!”

“huh? Bendy i’m not a baby!” Henry said chuckling. Bendy smiled and poked the spoon on Henry’s lips until Henry gave in and opened his mouth. Bendy gently pushed the spoon in and Henry ate the soup and let Bendy pull the spoon out.Henry gulped down the soup then began to eat on his own again as Bendy giggled and ate his own soup. After that, Henry took some medicine to help with his coughing.

It was night time and Bendy refused to leave Henry’s side and switched into his monster form and carried Henry to bed even though Henry protested.He tucked him in and laid his head beside Henry’s. He yawned and stayed awake until he saw Henry’s eyes close.

“good night,bud…”

“good night Henry”

Henry fell fast asleep and soon Bendy did too.

-the next day-

Bendy yawned and sat up, still in his monster form and opened his visible eye.He moved his arm hoping his hand would land on Henry’s head,but instead he felt something soft.

Henry was not in bed.

Bendy began to panic and felt calmness from the back of his head, which meant it was Henry’s feelings. Bendy rushed down to the kitchen to see Henry cooking.

“ah good morning, Bendy”

“huh?”

“i’m a little better, i got up and you looked so peaceful in your sleep and i didn’t want to wake you up.”

“oh."he shrunk back to his normal form and hugged Henry by the waist burying his face in Henry’s stomach. "it’s good to see you are a little better”

“it feels good, though i’m still a little to sick to go back to work. i should be able to go back tomorrow"He turned off the stove and Bendy pulled away. Henry set a plate of chocolate filled croissants on the table and gave Bendy a mug of hot chocolate and poured himself a cup of coffee.He sat down Bendy takes a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Henry?”

“mhm?”

“i was really scared…i thought you weren’t going to get better. My friends told me about it though when i told them.”

“oh Bendy, It’s not like i was going to die. Thanks to you i was able to get better.”

“I know…and i’m glad you are”

Henry gives him a soft smile “come on, they’re gonna get cold” he said as he munched into a croissant.Bendy Smiled and bit into one feeling the chocolate pour into his mouth.

He knew that if Henry were to get sick again, he knew what to do to help him get better.

[twohearts-hs]

‘Boys are yucky, sweetheart.’ - Daddy!Harry Styles Imagine

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It was a normal Saturday afternoon, the missus was bored, she is finally on maternity leave, again, making her trying to find things to do. She dropped her five year old, Caleb off at a friend’s house for a playdate, and her newly twins were doing nothing.

When Charlotte was born, she was unlike the other two she had, she does not cry, whine and she is very stubborn, just like the missus. Therefore, she had to keep a closer eye on her because she does not express her emotions, like babies should. She had to constantly check to see, if she needs a change or a nap. They had to follow the schedule for meal times because she would not whine for food, she is very passive, but stubborn. She would not eat unless, she was hungry, she would not cry, unless tired, and she would not smile, unless it was Harry. She would always smile at him, but never her, though she is more connect to her, she rather be with her than Harry.

While with the other twin, Tate, she was the opposite, loud around his family, but the minute a friend or Nana or Auntie Gem came into view, he was quiet, almost embarrassed. They loved each of them equally, but sometimes, he is a little bit easier to take care of. 

The both of them were almost identical, just the genders differ them. They were fraternal, but over time, Harry and (Y/N) think that they will look different. Both blonde with brown hair, but slowly grew to blonde in the last few weeks. Brown eyes, and the love to smile. 

Harry was in his office, working on records and all, calling up his managers and figuring out dates for interviews and shows, while she was fiddling around the kitchen, feeding the twins and watching Rosie play with her doll. Being on maternity leave always drove her insane, she has to work, she has to keep busy. Though she is constantly on survival mode with taking care of a five year old, a three year old and a eight month old babies, without sometimes, Harry’s help.

“Here, poppet, take the bottle.” She told Tate, giving him the bottle filled with lukewarm milk. He took it with ease, watching his mum walk around the kitchen, cleaning up from lunch. The twins were the only Styles baby that looks like a replica of the missus, though Caleb did have blonde hair, over time it changed to brown, and Rosie turned out to be a redhead, which took both Harry and the missus by surprise. Though, it does run through her side of the family, and a tad bit through his.

She continued to clean the dishes, unpack the dishwasher, pack it again, wash the counter, it was the same routine everyday. Sometimes she stops what she is doing and plays with the kids, and leave the chores to later, but Rosie seemed quite busy.

It was a few minutes later when Harry walked in, he placed his elbows on the quartz counter and crossed his arms, leaning on it. He watched her, entertaining their babies, while keeping busy, he did not have words for how much he loved her, it was so hard to describe, and she gave him everything.

“Hey, love.” He finally said, walking up to her, tapping her on the butt, grabbing a glass of water. She said a quick ‘hello’ and went back to trying to feed their other baby.

“I need to grab somethings from the mall, do you want to bring the Rose, and the twins, and come? You did tell me you needed to buy some new shirts.” He told her, she got up, kissing him on the cheek, giving him the spoon and a bowl of baby food, freshly blended.

“That’ll be fine, remember we have to pick up Caleb around five, so we can be there for a few hours.” She told him, going up the stairs quickly. He mumbled an ok, and tried to feed the both of them, which they took acceptably, after a while.

(Y/N) came down a few minutes later, changed into black skinny jeans, a striped shirt and some flats on, placing her hair quickly into a braid, with her glasses on. She had the baby bag on her shoulder, placing it on the counter, grabbing some items, like bottles, and baby food, as well as, some cloths/bibs.

“Ok, do you want to head? I can drive.” He said, she nodded, Harry grabbed Charlotte out of the high chair, wiping her mouth and hands, placing her into her car seat, and (Y/N) did the same with Tate. 

“Hey, Rosie, we are heading to the mall, come on, grab your dolls.” She said, kneeling down next to her, giving her her shoes and coat.

Harry placed the black baby bag over his shoulder, pushing back his hair with his ringed fingers, signaled to go, grabbing Charlotte’s car seat with his right hand, and Tate in his left. (Y/N) picked up his keys from the bowl by the door and followed him out, holding Rosie’s hand, picking up her handbag on the way out.

She went in the front, closing the door of the Range Rover, and checking if the kids are doing well and that Harry placed them both in the correct place and lock, and him going to the front, her handing him his keys, and beginning to put the car into drive.

“Just the closest one, right?” She asked, placing her seatbelt over herself, giving Rosie her dolls. He nodded, starting to back out, once done, he placed his hand on her thigh, tapping to the beat of the music, her smiling, laughing as well. Harry gave (Y/N) a look, sticking his tongue out, then looking back at the road, silently singing to the radio, her joining in a little bit, while trying to keep quiet for the twins sleeping.

They soon turned up at the mall, trying to find a carpark in a unbusy area, and under the shade, but close to the mall. It took a couple of circles around the area, a couple of swears from Harry when someone took his spot, and a little bit of smacking on the arm of the missus for Harry to stop such profanity in front of the kids, though Rosie did not help, but giggle, taking her father’s side. But soon they found it, getting out at the same time. Harry and (Y/N) decided that she will take the twins in the stroller, Harry got her for when the twins were born, while Harry will carry the heavy baby bag while watching his little, one of his little, princess.

Few hours later, a few tantrums of Rosie with wanting things, a few arguments on (Y/N) telling him she does not need expensive shirts, they decided to head to a clothes store for the twins and Rosie. Walking in, (Y/N) instantly heading to the clearance aisle, while Harry had to turn her, not wanting to cheap out. The difference between the missus and Harry is the fact that (Y/N) likes something cute, cheap, and comfy for her kids, while Harry likes the most stylish thing possible. Two very different styles. Therefore, the two of them, shopping for the kids, took several minutes or hours to agree. Different choices, and different looks are exchanged. But when you have a tired three year old, constantly hard to impress and distract it took some stern talking to, therefore Harry took her out.

The two of them were walking around the store, picking out outfits for Charlotte or Tate, and possible outfits that Rosie liked, and Harry liked, the two of them ran into some problems. The both of them were by the boy section, where Harry took a liking towards a pair of boots that he would like to buy for Caleb and Tate, to match, but Rosie spotted someone.

Rosie started to pull on Harry’s sleeve, trying to get his attention, once she did, several tugs later, he kneeled down next her, trying to get the same perception of viewing she was getting. Once doing so, he noticed who she was looking and pointing at, a young boy, with hazel eyes, curly brown hair and pale skin. He took notice of how she looked at him, starting to question the looks she was giving to him.

“What about him, poppet, it is not nice to point at people?” He told her, gently pushing her arm down from the raised point. She turned to him, a smile on her lips, eyes filled with excitement, she leaned in, to whisper something in her daddy’s ear, Harry placed his hand around her waist, helping her with her posture.

“I like him, daddy. I want him to be my boyfriend.” The minute she whisper those few words into his year, he immediately went into a jealous mode, but not showing it.

“Is that so, well, we got to go now, Ro. But I need to tell you some things before we meet mummy, ok?” He said, placing the pair of shoes and outfits in the other hand, grabbing her’s, slowly heading their way towards his wife.

“Honey, you’re little young to have a boyfriend, I don’t want you have a boyfriend, baby.” He started, she looked up, almost showing she was hurt.

“Why, daddy?” She simply said, giving him a questioning look, one that Harry loved from the start.

“Because boys are… boys are, yucky, sweetheart.” He said in the best way, she stopped, still giving him the puzzling look.

“But daddy, you’re a boy.”

“I know, but not all boys are icky, they’re not yucky when they are older, like me. But at your age, they like to play in the mud and get all dirty, we don’t want that, do we?” He said, she started to smile.

“You’re right, boys are icky, but not you, daddy, because I love you.” She stated, smiling, Harry started to smile, while skipping back to mummy. Harry joined her, dancing around the aisle, the missus giving him a stern, confused, ‘what is that for?’ look. He welcomed her, kissing her on a cheek, giving her the clothes.

“You’re getting better, I like these.” She simply said, he smiled, grabbing her right hand to hold.

The five of them made their way to the car, placing the few shopping bags in the boot, while placing their kids in their seats, Harry giving each of them a kiss, joining his love at the front.

“I had a stern talking to our daughter,” he began, looking at (Y/N), while he was driving, she gave him a puzzled look, asking him to continue, “she had a crush, and pointed him out to me at the store, telling me that she wanted him to be her boyfriend. I gave her a small talking to her about how boys are dirty since they play in the dirt. Hopefully that sticks till she comes to age where she notices boys are not like that, then I have to give her a talking of how boys are horny and cheaters, and that they will break your heart and that you should not date till you’re married and all, but that is a long time, hopefully.” He told her smiling down to her, she giggled, covering her mouth, placing her right hand on his thigh, patting it.

“God, you’re such an idiot, she is three, and you’re already getting overprotective.” She told him, he nodded.

“It’s not our fault that we made beautiful babies, and have amazing sex while doing so.” He said, (Y/N)’s eyes went large, hitting him on his leg. His smirk still played on his priceless face.

“Two things, first, make, not made, shit, two, you’re such a wanker.” She said, not taking his eyes off of him.

He started to laugh, “Two things, first, no profanity, two, I don’t wank that much anymore, since I have you.” He said, trying to mimic her. (Y/N) gave him a glare, and raised eyebrows.

“God, what have I gotten myself into, thankfully we have three sleepers back there, and also, remember, virgin ears.” She stated.

“But I love you, gorgeous.” She told him.

“I love you too, lovely.” He said quickly giving her a kiss on the cheek at the stop light.

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giorno uno: metropolitan panic & luxury fashion stores

My flights were not pleasant, but not abhorrently intolerable. On the 5 hour stint I watched Vox Lux (weird & unnerving) and then some of The Princess Diaries (familiar and comforting). A chicken curry & pot of ice cream later, I managed to get myself on a skybus to the right terminal, and after asking for help at an info centre (yep I did actually ask), I went to the next gate. I passed Amy Ross on the way, who was going to the USA - an unlikely coincidence!

On the 12 hour flight I was determined to sleep the entire time but drifted in & out due to meals, coldness, discomfort and turbulence. I would wake up every time thinking ‘surely it’s time to get off now’, but alas. There was some passive aggressive gentle elbowing of the large old man sitting beside me encroaching on my personal space, and at one point some orange juice went flying as I knocked it in its holder in my attempt to get comfortable. That’s about as descriptive as a 12 hour flight can get.

Arriving in Milan was the part I was most anxious about. I stood in the passport line for about 30 minutes, awfully dehydrated. Eventually got in, stood at the wrong baggage collection for an embarrassing amount of time, traipsed through the airport to find the Malpensa Express and kissed goodbye to £13 to buy tickets. On the train we passed lots of green shrubbery, crumbling graffitied walls, yellow painted houses, and then all of a sudden we hit the city.

I walked around for almost an hour trying to find the hotel which was purportedly 10 minutes away from the station (it was, just not when you factor in the incompetence of Google Maps). I asked a man at a fresh drinks vendor & a lady in a chemist for some vague Italian-inflected directions, clinging onto every ‘sinistra’ and ‘destra’ I picked out, and eventually pulled my case up the stairs to reception. Proceeded to have a major panic as I couldn’t find my passport hidden in my bag lining - an Australian Consulate building flashed before my eyes in those few moments - and then entered my...room. A sink, bed, table, window, fan - a single toilet and shower located down the hall. Not going to lie - after my disheartening rigmarole throughout the city trying to find the place, running on few hours sleep and little food/water, the room was the yucky little cherry on top. I called Mum, which of course made me feel better, and pulled myself together.

(Already a MESS!)

(The holy fan)

(View from my room)

I contacted a girl, Aaliyah, who I met at UWA at the leaving meeting. I suggested we have dinner together, and so we planned to meet at 3PM at central station to go to Duomo. I was very nervous considering I’d only talked to her for all of 20 minutes in the past.

Whilst waiting for 3 to roll around, (it being around 12 at this point) I decided to walk to the station to have lunch before meeting her. The following sentence will not please Tonya: after wandering around and mainly just being unable to understand the cuisines/prices/formality of the restaurants & cafes, I stumbled into Maccas. And I felt a strange sense of peace, as even the interiors are exactly the same as at home. I ordered a burger, proud of myself for understanding Italian, and then walked to find somewhere else to sit as Maccas was packed with hungry travellers with suitcases. (Quality report: both the chicken and the bread bun in Italian McDonalds, it seems, are actually real).

I had really over-estimated the amount of time I would need to eat one burger. So I walked back to my hotel as a practice run, so that I wouldn’t endure that horrific goose chase from the beginning of the day again. Ended up resting in my hotel for a bit more and then went out to properly meet Aaliyah.

Was still early. And Aaliyah a little late. And my phone charge dying. Went and read some non fiction books about space and time in a shop at the station, called Mum again to express my nervousness, and then went to sit firstly near the steps that go down to the metro, before a cigarette-smoking bogan family drove me to another more isolated bench (more first impressions of Milan as a city in a moment).

Finally went down into the bowels of the metro, pretending to know what I was doing by walking fast and swerving at the appropriate signs. It was surprisingly easy. I bought tickets from a tobacco shop, where the Italian man was more than willing to help and graciously wished me a wonderful day. “Grazie” is beginning to roll off the tongue like second nature now, ah yers.

Aaliyah’s train would stop at my station, and then would go straight on to Duomo. I waited for Aaliyah at the tracks, but due to bad coordination I got ON the train and she got OFF to meet me. It was quite funny. Then when we arranged to just meet at Duomo, meaning she had to follow me a few minutes after on a separate train, she accidentally got off on the stop after. Truly a comedic sequence of events. Once she took a train back in the opposite direction we met beside a massive regal horse statue directly in front of the Duomo which probably has great significance which I’m overlooking. Stepping out to see the cathedral, in fact, wasn’t so much of a “wow, there’s the cathedral!” moment, but just a blind frenzy of trying to find a “girl who looks like a cow”, as Aaliyah self-described her animal-print outfit.

We met and were immediately barraged by street sellers, coming up to us and tying rainbow strings - yes, strings - around our wrists in the name of ‘peace and love’, and then asking for money. As Aaliyah is originally from Sudan, many African sellers sucked up to her, giving her discount offers. But we declined the £20 carriage ride and professional photography in front of the cathedral.

We took some pictures ourselves (better ones of me fully standing there, plus us together, are with Aaliyah and will come through at some point. These don’t do justice and I’m making weird faces, I know).

(You asked for pics with my face in them, this is what you get)

Then we went to the Duomo shopping place, which was art in itself. Looked a lot like the Melbourne arcades, but...far more impressive. We went inside the luxury stores including Prada, Chanel, Georgio Armani, Michael Kors, etc...and I suppressed my shock as Aaliyah seriously contemplated buying her parents £300+ gifts. And she probably will end up going back and doing so.

(Aaliyah + me looking like I’m grimacing, because that’s what happens when your phone is on the lowest possible brightness setting and you can’t see yourself.)

The shop assistants are SO friendly. They obviously want to sell you things, but they take a legitimate interest in you. The man in Georgio Armani talked to us about Australia & growing up in Italy & our respective interests in fashion & his fear of flying - it feels like you can just make friends with anyone and everyone in Italy. Nobody really keeps to themselves. This is great, but also a bad thing when you’re running on maybe 5 hours of sleep over 2 days and being friendly seems like the biggest chore on earth. 

Aaliyah went and got prescriptions for Ray Bans, as you do, whilst I thankfully sat on a couch and pretended to go on my phone - pretended, because it was now on 5% and I was desperately trying to preserve power for my journey home. Here is an unnecessary pictorial documentation of this incident.

We went to a pizza place someone had recommended Aaliyah, got some large slices, then went and sat inside McDonalds (don’t worry, it was just a place to sit). Then Aaliyah accompanied me to the station so I could go home, around 7:30PM; but then the most bizarre thing occurred.

A man with spiked up hair walking hurriedly suddenly stopped as and said something in Italian, to which we responded ‘parlo inglese’ and continued on our way, but then he started asking for directions for somewhere, or asking us if we knew something, and then suddenly said he worked for a modelling company and we were both really great candidates and there was going to be a party at a well known club in Milan (Aaliyah knows of it) and wants us to come, and because Aaliyah had been receiving compliments all day from shopkeepers etc for her appearance I wasn’t so much doubtful of that compliment, but it was dodgy how he stopped us randomly and didn’t even seem to know what he was talking about at first. He continued for about 20 minutes and Aaliyah showed genuine interest whilst I was thinking nononono ALERT, and in the end it ended up sounding actually real but no way my spiky haired friend. He’s going to send Aaliyah an invite for it, so she can go along and have fun - not I sir!

We parted ways and I felt very snazzy remembering how to do the whole ride back, and then walking back to my hotel without any Google prompts at all. 

Now, first impressions of Milan: an ultra-busy Fremantle. Humid and hot, you can’t walk far without putting on a sweat. Metro lines, trams etc are very efficient, if a little ill-labelled. The people are all very extroverted, happy to talk, and happy to translate. Friendships could be made from a 5 minute ride on the metro - something impossible in Perth. There is an eclectic cultural mix, with many Indians, Africans, Muslims. All the business men always look like they’re off the cover of GQ with blue suits and slick cosmopolitan haircuts. There are many gracious, slender looking women, but mainly the girls all have that curly hair black rimmed glasses sportswear look. Everyone always looks like they have somewhere to go, and are going in confidence.

I wrote the following summation of the day about halfway it:

Throughout the entire journey thus far, I’ve found myself constantly asking the question: “why am I doing this?”. I don’t know if this is a normal thing to think. I just hope I can start to feel a bit less overwhelmed.

Yet at the same time, I haven’t really registered that I’m in Italy; anywhere of particular note. In that sense, I’m both numb and also overwhelmed at the same time. I’m looking forwards to Uni, where there’ll be plenty of English-speaking people to feel comfortable with.

A good sleep & food should restore me.

...and whilst today was by no means perfect and there were a lot of bad moments, I feel somewhat more hopeful tonight.

Now, let’s see if these posts will continue at this length, or at all!

[weepli]

The People You Meet

When I moved out of Calcutta to study in Delhi, what I missed most was the fish. Growing up in calcutta, you're surrounded by fish. It's there at every meal. It there in our economics, inflation is measured by the rise in prices of hilsa. It's there in the politics- it can win or lose you elections. It's in the way people think- there will be fish fry at the party. I should probably go. Walking through the bylanes of the old city, you can smell it in the neighbouring houses- the stream of conversation and fish flow out into the open, to be absorbed and loved and envied. It becomes a part of your consciousness. It’s unavoidable. My first few months in the PG in Delhi were horrible. I finally had to come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't get fish every day. A month passed and another. I tried to get used to the PG routine. Bhindi-alu on Mondays, kofta on Tuesdays, chicken on Wednesdays, arbi on Thursdays, depression on Fridays. College was the same. I minded my own business. Submitted my assignments on time and kept my head down in class. "Have you made friends?" My dad asked, whenever he called. "Of course," I'd lie convincingly. "Preetika. Akanksha. Zoya". Fictional names I made up so long ago that even I was almost convinced of their existence. I was leaving college one day in October when I bumped into a tall, lanky girl. She was in my Jane Austen class, I knew. She was also famously never present for the said class. "Sorry," I muttered awkwardly. I don't know how to walk. Sometimes I trip while standing. It's a malaise. It's called being awkward. "No I'm sorry." She said equally awkwardly. "Bye then". I had walked almost to the gate when I heard her calling me. "Shreemayee? Hey Shreemayee?" She'd pronounced my name wrong but clearly I was the one being called. I turned around. "Do you want to come for lunch tomorrow?" I stared at her. "Don't talk to strangers." "Don't eat stuff that an unknown person gives you". "Have emergency contacts on your phone". "Always let someone know where you are". "Carry pepper spray". I'd grown up with these maxims thrown at me. What did this strange creature mean by do you want to come for lunch? Of course I didn't. I couldn't. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t… allowed. She carried on, "There will be fish fry at lunch tomorrow. My mother told me. Come na. I'll text my address". That evening, I sat staring at my phone for an hour. I had seen the address, it wasn't too far away. About an hour maybe. But. Should I go? "What's wrong, Wips?" My roommate asked after a while. "This girl... invited me for lunch tomorrow." I said slowly. "Oh that's nice. You won't have to eat yucky PG food." "Disha. I don't know this girl. She's in one of my classes. But I've never spoken to her. I think her name is Sreshtha. But I'm not sure." "Oh. Well. Text tomorrow morning and say your periods started. Good way to avoid society". "But." "What?" "She said there would be fish fry at lunch." I whispered slowly. "ARE YOU INSANE? YOU WANT TO GO FOR FISH FRY. YOU DON'T KNOW THIS PERSON ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN CARRY PEPPER SPRAY" Disha went on a rant as I knew she would. It doesn't matter, I thought, as I got into the auto the next day. Disha was vegetarian. She just didn't get it. “I don’t know which of you is worse,” She had told me, as a summation. “This girl who randomly invites people for lunch, or you, who is actually going.” I got lost. I took an auto and he seemed to know where he was going, and I called this Sreshtha-girl to confirm the location, but somehow the auto guy dropped me at the wrong place and I had to walk some 10 minutes to find the house. The auto guy was chilling there in the shade, having alu-puri from the shop outside, and he exclaimed when he saw me, “Arre baby! Aapko yahaan aana tha? Aap bole kyu nahin?” “Did the auto guy just call you baby?” Sreshtha-person asked me, grinning, when I turned to her. I took a deep breath. I’d forgotten in the excitement of fish fry that I would actually have to talk to her. And her family. Shit. This afternoon would be a disaster. But. The fish fry was delicious. And Sreshtha-person, whose name did turn out to be Sreshtha after all, actually had a lovely house and a super-loving family. And she had read To Kill a Mockingbird. I went back to her house for fish the next weekend. And the weekend after that. Till Sreshtha’s mom just arranged for lunch boxes for the two of us. And I had fish in college every day. And that is the story of how I met my best friend.

[cassbeewrites]

1-100 also im personally Offended that u will not let me be gay binch and tag u 85 times........ im requesting a divorce

oh boy okay fuck u 

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

pandora does that make me basic

is your room messy or clean?i’m a minimalist with hoarder tendencies. 

what color are your eyes?kind of like a hazel-green

do you like your name? why?i used to hate it but now that i’m older it kind of ? distinguishes me? plus i love the nickname cass so there

what is your relationship status? married 2 u elm, always

describe your personality in 3 words or lessobsessive, destructive, gay

what color hair do you have?light brown but it actually used to be red when i was born! god i miss those days… being an infant, having cute hair….

what kind of car do you drive? color?i have a 2013 subaru impreza hatchback. it’s a rly pretty dark grey with purple undertones and a skeletor decal on the back. literally i love my car 

where do you shop?target. jo-anns. teavana. 

how would you describe your style?i like earth-tones or dark muted colors 

favorite social media accountfacebook?? it’s where i run my cosplay page idk

what size bed do you have? twin 

any siblings?i have one sister but i also have 2 half-sisters and possibly 2 half-brothers who i’ve never actually…. met…..

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?wales. research them arthurian legends. love some pet sheep.

favorite snapchat filter? i rarely take pics of my face so idk maybe the flower crown one?? is that still a thing

favorite makeup brand(s)neutrogena or almay bc they’re hypoallergenic lmao

how many times a week do you shower?realistically, 5-6. ideally……. i would never leave the shower……

favorite tv show?fuck this question i don’t want to think about it

shoe size?9-9.5-10 depending

how tall are you?5′6

sandals or sneakers? mmmmm i do love my hiking shoes but i also love sandals so? both

do you go to the gym? nah my dad is a fitness nut so we literally have like 6 or 7 types of exercise equipment at my house

describe your dream datedying

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?$6 in ones. i handle too much cash during the day to want to keep it in my wallet. 

what color socks are you wearing? …. i’m not

how many pillows do you sleep with?just one

do you have a job? what do you do? i’m a teller at a credit union. i count cash until my fingers are literally black from how gross bills are

how many friends do you have? 0i have like? elma. also a few of my coworkers and some cosplay friends

whats the worst thing you have ever done? be born lol. start writing. learn how to sew. 

whats your favorite candle scent? fresh linen

3 favorite boy names1. Loren2. Liam3. Mothman

3 favorite girl names1. Eowyn2. Ruby (don’t judge me my dog is CUTE)3. Mothman 

favorite actor? leslie odom jr

favorite actress? phillipa soo my gf

who is your celebrity crush?………. leslie odom jr and phillipa soo my gf

favorite movie? right now it’s moana but i love tangled and lotr, unwaveringly 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? i can’t pick a favorite fuck off

money or brains? ?!?!?!?!

do you have a nickname? what is it? cass, sass, sarcassidy, sketch, 

how many times have you been to the hospital?like twice maybe

top 10 favorite songsjesus christ ok. okay1. Hot Gates by Mumford and Sons2. Whispers by Passenger3. Above / Below by Birds of Tokyo4. Minor War by Birds of Tokyo5. If This Ship Sinks (I give in) also by….. Birds of Tokyo6. I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young7. Tag! by Scarves8. Despite What You’ve Been Told by Two Gallants9. Young God by Halsey10. Wildflowers by Tom Petty

do you take any medications daily? i’m on that nightly melatonin fix

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)clear. blessedly clear. 

what is your biggest fear? never being someone worth remembering :)))

how many kids do you want? 1. MAYBE 2. or maybe 0? 

whats your go to hair style?Half up, half down. I’m lame

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) my house is actually… pretty big? it’s like. very upper middle class

who is your role model? my old debate coach from high school :’)

what was the last compliment you received?idk elma what was the last gay thing u sent me

what was the last text you sent?“thank u for providing”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?i had my suspicions as early as 5 but honestly. my mom tells me i have to believe in him for the sake of our dogs because she wants to maintain the illusion that he’s real… for them…. she’s so weird

what is your dream car? actually i’m pretty happy with the car i have. the 2017 imprezas are WAY cute and nice and sporty tho and i would love to upgrade someday 

opinion on smoking?smells yucky. makes our drive through tubes & cash smell yucky.

do you go to college? yes but i am TIRED

what is your dream job?DYING! DEATH AND DYING! being a literary agent actually tho

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? well i actually grew up in a pretty rural area but it was also only like… 15 minutes from a big city and is surrounded by smaller cities. it’s not a bad place to live. very safe and quiet, lots of horses

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? no i have a hair Routine and cannot break it

do you have freckles? no :( I have a few and i have some cute moles tho

do you smile for pictures?no go away

how many pictures do you have on your phone?jesus christ 9,564

have you ever peed in the woods? reluctantly 

do you still watch cartoons? i watch disney movies but like? i think cartoon fandoms are VERY annoying so i avoid them at all costs COUGH stev///en univ//erse

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?chick fil a or die. but i wouldn’t turn down wendy’s or mcdonalds nugs u feel

Favorite dipping sauce?honey mustard fuck me up. chick fil a sauce got me goin too

what do you wear to bed? big shirts!!!

have you ever won a spelling bee?um no i tried bc i’ve always been a spelling hoe and the written portion went well but the speaking portion was an anxiety ridden mess

what are your hobbies?dying. sewing. suffering. cosplay. petting dogs. hiking. being dead. writing

can you draw? i used to draw a lot but fucking jill heiner in 11th grade told me i sucked and i will never forget that

do you play an instrument?i played piano for 12 years and i was never like naturally gifted but i certainly tried my hardest. i haven’t played since i graduated high school 2 years ago tho

what was the last concert you saw? i’ve never been to a concert and may never go

tea or coffee?both but like. there’s a time and a place for both

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?starbucks

do you want to get married?i fear physical relationships 

what is your crush’s first and last initial?V(iktor)N(ikiforov)

are you going to change your last name when you get married? no i’m attached to my initials 

what color looks best on you? greens and dark purples

do you miss anyone right now? my dog :( he’s sleeping in the hall and not in my room

do you sleep with your door open or closed?closed unless my parents are out of town so my dogs can sleep with me

do you believe in ghosts?i believe in mothman

what is your biggest pet peeve? when people acknowledge my physical existence as if i am more than just a semi-transparent blob. also when people call their checking account a “checkings” account. fuck right off it’s not plural and checkings isn’t a word FUCK YOU

last person you called`my mom 

favorite ice cream flavor? pistachio

regular oreos or golden oreos? um if i’m going to spend calories on a cookie it sure won’t be some kind of… prepackaged nonsense

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainbow 

what shirt are you wearing? wearin a loose knit dress. it’s olive and strappy

what is your phone background?pic of my sweet dog :’)))

are you outgoing or shy?easily irritated and anxious

do you like it when people play with your hair?no

do you like your neighbors? they are what they are

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?i wash it in the shower but if i wash it too much it will dry out

have you ever been high? no

have you ever been drunk? no

last thing you ate? i had a steak burrito for lunch?? that was like 10 hours ago i should probably eat something else

favorite lyrics right now“all i need’s a whisper in a world that only shouts”or“in a place that’s safe from harm, but i have been blessed with a wilder mind”

summer or winter?why aren’t autumn or spring options

day or night? dusk

dark, milk, or white chocolate? dark

favorite month? october or may

what is your zodiac signtaurus lol

who was the last person you cried in front of? i actually cannot remember 

[georgebenjiart]

NANOWRIMO

Okay, so I only got 2,599 words. lol. This is a story that I’ve been working on and crafting for 3 years now, with the help of my older sibling who isn’t on tumblr. At one point I had 10k long novella written out for it. There’s also a 2nd 10k long novella from another character’s perspective as well. This is most likely going to be the first chapter, and I’m sorry that it’s really rough. This story doesn’t have a name, but at one point it was known as How I Lived, so I’ll be referring to it as HIL until I decide on something better.

HIL-

(if you’d prefer the google doc link to read it, dm me)

Words- 2599

Summary- A world where your chest glows a color when you’re near your soulmate, Heath, a boy who doesn’t believe in soulmates, or love, gets the biggest surprise. (note: only about half of this is in the story so far lmao)

Story:

My brother always tells me that waiting is even better than the reward, but to that I say bullshit. That’s all we do, right? We just sit back and wait. We wait until it’s time to talk to our friends, we wait until it’s time to go to sleep, to wake up, to go to work, to go home. Loops and endless waiting. My brother will die on a hill claiming that the wait is the best part. Personally, I think he’s just looking for an explanation as to why he hasn’t found his soulmate yet.

--

Like clockwork, Mel knocks on my door at six-forty-five that morning and I’m out the door, a quick goodbye to Onus and my backpack swinging onto my shoulder.

“Alright, spill. Jungle Blitz 4 demo, promising or no?” Last night we were up on a voice call waiting for leaks of the newest demo of the next game in our favorite video game series. Mel had to go to bed before the demo dropped.

“Depends. Do you like good games or not?”

“Oh God. That bad?”

“Think Kingsley has a kid.”

“So… good then?”

“Continue thinking, Lane is canon.”

“Holy shitting fuck. No.”

“Yes.”

Mel squeals a little bit and I know she’s going to be smiling about this for the rest of the day. “I can't believe the audacity of them to release the demo on the first day of school.”

“Oh, come one, it was world wide, they didn’t do it just to spite you.”

“You don’t know that, Heath.” Mel wiggles her finger at me and I can’t tell if she’s completely serious or not.

We continue our conversation as we make our way to school and as we pass through the student parking lot, a group of jock-ish seniors slow their conversation to glare at me. Mel just kind of glances my way and we don’t say anything about it.

“Alright, your first period is Mr. Long in room 105? Algebra 1?” I flip my hair out of my eyes and Mel laughs just a little bit.

“Get a haircut, and yeah. Well, yeah and no. Mr. Long in room 105, yeah. But it’s for Algebra 2.”

“How in the- That’s… I’m only in geometry you smart bitch.”

“Yeah! Remember, I was ahead of you in middle school too.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I walk her to her class and hug her goodbye. “Good luck, sorry you’re like ten minutes early.”

“Eh, it’s the first day, who cares?” Mel shrugs and her jackets make a sound.

As soon as Mel enters her class, the first bell rings and I head to the stairs. On my way up, I spot a very confused and short freshman gripping their class schedule.

“You need help finding your first period?” I’m afraid my voice scared the poor kid.

“My.. My brother said that he would… he would walk me to my first period.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t… know.”

“I can help you in the meantime, can I walk you to you class?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Okay, coo. What’s your class?”

“Room 105.”

“Hey, I just walked my friend Mel there. She’s super nice, and a freshman like you.” I turn around and motion for them to follow me. “So what’s your name?” After a beat, “And pronouns.” They look very feminine, short bleached pigtails, blue tips, very big, bright blue eyes, a small button nose, and a thin pink jacket.

“Naomi.. And uh.. She/her.”

“Okay, cool. I’m Heath and I use he/him.” I smile at her, but she still looks like she’s ready to explode any second. “So what are you into? Do you play video games or anything?”

“Um… Kind of, not really.” We get to her class and I point at Mel, who is sitting at a table by herself.

“Go make sure Mel makes at least one friend, please.”

“Sure.. thing…” Naomi then rushes into the class, her tiny backpack bouncing with her.

When I finally get to my class, I choose a seat towards the back of the class, having not recognized any friendly faces in the crowd. My first four classes go by slowly, my teachers discuss silibi and give us “peer bonding” assignments to get to know the classmates we’ve known since freshman year. Lacking as that sounds, it’s still stressful and by the time I get to lunch, I’ve forgotten that Mel and I have the same lunch.

“Heath, I’ve been texting you. What the heck?” Mel sits down next to me, startling me from the astral plane my soul had traveled to.

“Oh, sorry, I was spacing out.” I check my phone, sure enough there’s five unread messages about lunch.

Then Naomi sits down next to Mel and gives me a little wave.

“Hey, you have lunch with us!” That gets a simple smile from Naomi. I pull a piece of bread from my backpack and begin to chow down.

“You cannot be serious.” Mel glares at me, her glasses slipping down her nose.

“What?” I ask, my mouth full.

“That’s your lunch?” Mel has pulled out a sandwich and soda can, while Naomi has a bag of chips and a salad.

“Yeah. I slept in this morning and Onus forgot to make me lunch.”

“Oh for christ’s sake, here,” Mel pulls out a second sandwich from her bag and hands it to me.

“Ohoho, thank you!” I kiss Mel’s hand begin to chow down a second time.

Just then, a loud bang sounds and we look over from our cafeteria table near the double doors, to see none other than Ronnie fucking Yule, their face pressed against the glass. “Let me in bro,” they mouth.

“Who’s that?” Mel asks.

“Ronnie, they’re in our discord server. You’ve talked to them before.” I open the door for then and they join us at our four-person table.

“My little brotato chips, what is cracking?” I can just feel the cringe radiating off of Naomi and I’d be lying if I said the only reason why I wasn’t cringing as well was because I love Ronnie with my entire fucking heart.

“Not much, just my bones.” And then I crack my neck.

“Oh, yucky. Hey, who’re you, you little carraromo?” Ronnie is talking more so at Naomi, rather than with her. That’s just a thing that they tend to do tho.

“I’m N-Naomi.”

“Sweet! Hey, so say you’re not just Naomi, but also a sister. Would you be having a brother who is on the football team?”

“Uh… Yes…?”

At this point in the conversation I’ve spaced out again and only really care about my sweet sandwich. I wait for lunch to end. Then I wait for the day to be over and I walk home with Mel.

I ask her if she plans on joining any clubs, she says no. I ask her what she thought of Naomi, she tells me Naomi is pretty cool so far. I ask her how her day went, apparently okay. I ask her if she wants to hang out at my house to play Jungle Blitz, she says yes.

My house isn’t much to look at, to be fair I’m surprised we still have it. It’s a mobile home, and a very homely one at that. It’s painted a perfect suburban beige on the outside, and a sickly sweet yellow on the inside. Our kitchen and livingroom are mostly connected, but there’s still a breakfast bar separating the two. We have fairly lights up in the living room year round because one reason or another when Onus and I were younger. The house always smells like either musty old books or whatever was most recently cooked, usually pancakes or spaghetti.

I sprawl out on the couch, Mel takes her place on the floor, leaning back on the couch, and she starts playing the third Jungle Blitz game. “I need one of the achievements still.” I fall in and out of sleep, watching Mel play. We hold a running commentary on events of the game, events which I am so well in tune with that I’m able to talk about them in my sleep apparently.

Mel leaves after a few hours, and I’m free to sort out the stack of silibi and other assorted papers I need my mom to sign. I leave them on the couch and I head to bed.

The next day of school is the first day of one of the three clubs I’m a part of (I know, social butterfly Heath), which is the first thing Onus informs me of when he hands me the stack of papers my mom signed sometime during the night. The next thing he tells me is that he’s made pancakes. I’m out of bed, ready for school and pounding my fists on the table within the next four minutes.

“Calm down, bro. I have a headache.” Onus serves me the pancakes and it takes everything in my not to eat the plate with the pancakes. “Didn’t put butter on-” I take a bite out of the stick of butter on the breakfast bar. “No. No, jesus christ, not this early in the morning you fucking gremlin.”

“Awugh c’mon O-nie,” I spit some crumbs his way and he rubs his temples.

“How old are you? Six or sixteen?”

“As if a six year old could be as funny as me.”

“Fucking Hell.”

“I have club today?”

“Chew your goddamn food. Yes, you have GSA today. Tomorrow you have DnD.” Onus reaches into his backpack haphazardly lain on the kitchen counter to pull out a textbook and a bunch of papers.

“What- that?” I swallow my food between words.

“Just some biomed bullshit. Doesn’t really matter.”

“Ah.” Just as he spreads his papers out to start working on them, there’s a knock at the door, and I’m stuffing my papers in my messenger bag and sprinting out the door, tugging shoes on as I run.

“Guess who got breakfast this morning!” I brag.

“You, for once?” Mel yawns and clearly would rather be in bed.

“Haha! Onus is the bestest brother in whole entire wide world ever!”

Mel yawns in agreement.

Similarly to yesterday, when we pass through the parking lot, the group of seniors hanging around some small sports-ish car all stare at us, mostly me, and glare. One of them laughs a little bit. When I glance over, usually I ignore them, I realize that I do, in fact, recognise most of them. The one laughing is Calvin James.

Calvin James sure is a character, or something like that. I’ve never spoken to him, but I’m certain he’s spoken about me. Not that his friends are horrible and the worst people in the whole world, but they sure don’t like any of the trans kids who go to school here. Including me. And probably Mel is they ever get close enough to her to know that.

“I need a haircut still,” I whine as we enter the school. Calvin James is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. “This sucks!” I flip my hair out of my eyes and my glasses almost fly off my face.

“Get one then.”

“I need Onus to take me, but he’s busy with, like, adult stuff or some shit.” When we get to Mel’s class I walk in and sit with her at her table.

“Do you think my parents could take you?”

“Um… Maybe?” I think about this for a moment. “Wait- new topic, are you going to GSA today? Please say yes. You have to say yes or I’ll cry.”

“Bitch.”

“Fucker.” We makes hearts with our hands to really get the fact that we actually hate each other across.

While we’re having our chat, Naomi joins and we welcome her, there’s a brief exchange in which Mel agrees to go to the club after school today, only if Naomi goes too and Naomi agreed to because it beats just watching the football team practice while she waits for her brother to drive her home.

I only get a few complaints from teachers about the crumpled papers, it’s mostly just jokes though. At lunch, Ronnie joins us again.

“Heath, you need a snake?” Ronnie offers an applesauce cup to me and I oh so humbly accept it from them.

All but inhaling the applesauce, it’s gone sooner than anyone can start a new conversation. As I slam the empty applesauce cup onto the table, a group of preppy-adjacent freshman girls pass by us and sicker to each other, pointing at Naomi.

“I can beat them up for you,” I offer, wiping applesauce from my face.

“Haha, n… no. That’s not… needed.” I’m just now realizing that Naomi might not be stuttering from anxiety and she might actually just have a stutter.

“If you say so.” I shrug my shoulders and start a conversation with Ronnie about our Dungeons and Dragons characters, before moving on to talk about how GSA is meeting after school.

After lunch, my next three classes are boring and nothing particularly happens in them. At the end of the day, I head back to my art class where GSA meets.

“Hey Heath!” I’m greeted by Jae, who is in conversation with a freshman, who must me new this year.

“‘Sup.” I start moving some of the tables together so there’s a large table for about twelve people to sit around. “We’ll be starting soon, probably. Take your seats, please.” Jae and the freshman sit down at the other end of the table, soon Ronnie joins, then three small freshman, then Mel and Naomi. “Okay, we’ve got mostly everyone who will be showing up today, and it’s about time to start.” We start with check ins, which consists of stating your name and your pronouns?

“I’m Heath, this club’s president, and I use he/him pronouns.”

“Ronnie, I’m the vice president, they/them.”

“Mel, she/her.”

“Naomi, she/her.”

“Christian, he/him.” The freshman with Jae.

“Jae, the secretary, he/him and they/them.”

“Felicity, she/her.” One of the three freshmen.

“Alex, she/her.” The next freshman.

“Kali, she/her.” The last freshman.

“Okay, thanks for coming, everyone, today we’re just gonna set some stuff up for the rest of the year…”

The meeting goes well enough, the three freshmen mostly just whisper and giggle to each other, but other than that nothing goes wrong. I walk home with Mel after the club and I eat dry cereal out of the box as I do homework in the living room.

Mom doesn’t come back home that night, and I feel sorry about how many hours she’s currently working.

*

The next morning goes business as usual, except for the fact that I didn’t get any sleep at all. Onus arrives at the house, makes me a pancake, packs me a lunch and does does homework while I get ready for school. I leave the house with Mel, we walk through the school parking lot.

“School parking lot” is where things deviate from business as usual. As we’re walking by the regular group of jock-adjacent kids, they snicker at me and I turn to them.

“You’re just gonna do that everyday, huh?” I shout. The morning is bright, cool and the perfect time to throw some hands.

“Keep walking, girl,” one of the guys, a taller, lankier one, who isn’t even facing my direction just kind of shouts back out of the side of his mouth.

“Keep laughing, asshat.” I tiptoe my way towards them, and I can feel Mel plant herself in the pavement.