#can youuu guess where she’s happier

[icedteainthatbag]

parallel dates in “the x files” (the jersey devil)

[madame-wilsonn]

Roses

Summary: Henry, you and the kids spend an afternoon at the botanic garden. You end up talking about names for your future baby

Request: idk if you remember, there was an idea once about Henry taking his family to the botanical garden 🥰🥺 would you write something like this? bonus points if his wife was pregnant, but you don't have to do it! love youuu

A/N: okay I don’t think it’s my best work but I’ve had a very long day (I spent the day moving in my new apartment) and it’s quite late and I’m exhausted but I haven’t been very active and Lily, I loved your request, I loved writing it and I hope you love it too! (All of you lol) 💗✨

Warnings: none except there might be some errors, I didn’t proof read it and english isn’t my first language

The gentle May sun was caressing your skin as you strolled in the garden, one hand holding Alice’s as she walked next you and the other, holding Henry’s arm as he guided you through the place.

Charlotte and James, who were now 8 and 6, walked in front of you, playing some game of « who can guess the name of the plant? ». Thanks to their father, they were almost as passionate about botanic than he was. But you weren’t complaining, quite the opposite, it was the most adorable thing to watch Henry spend hours in the garden with them, teaching them or reading them books about all kind of plants.

He had also begun showing Alice the wonderful universe of botanic and for some reason, he kept chatting with your unborn child about it too because yes, Henry and you were expecting a little Wilson to complete your beautiful family.

The news had, at first been a real shock to your husband. The scars he kept from Dunkirk were still fresh and he doubted himself a lot on his ability to be a good father to something as delicate and fragile as a baby. However, as months passed and with a lot of reassure from your part, Henry had started to feel more confident and ready to welcome this new life.

You had absolutely no doubt he would be a wonderful father, he already was to you three other children as well as being a wonderful husband and a wonderful man. You couldn’t be happier to have him by your side during this great journey.

« Is everything alright, love? »

You turned your head towards Henry and nod, smiling.

« Everything is fine I was just thinking about how happy I am »

His lips stretched into a smile and he kissed your temple.

« I want a kiss too, daddy »

Alice’s high-pitched voice interrupted you and you both stared at her, laughing. Henry passed by you, grabbed his little girl and gave her the biggest kiss on her cheek. She kept giggling at the gesture and you smiled fondly. She had grown up to be the most adorable three years old girl you had ever seen and she was definitely her daddy’s girl. You could always find her perched on his knees or asking him to say more about creepers plants, or as she called them « creeperers plants ». And although you felt a bit jealous of your husband, you couldn’t help your heart melting every time you saw him genuinely laugh along with her.

You walked past the small river in the garden and Henry got to show to the kids waterlilies, you also met a mama duck with her flock of ducklings and a couple of old swans. Further in the garden, you discovered very colorful hydrangeas, some blue, some purple, some white, some with a bit of everything and your encyclopedia of a husband explained that if a same bush of hydrangeas had flowers of very different colors, it all had to do with the acidity of the soil.

« Does that mean I can have light purple one and bright pink one? » asked a very excited Charlotte followed by an equally excited James « Could I have yellow one? »

Henry chuckled and gave them a positive answer which resulted in them negotiating in every way to bring some home.

You continued your walk through the park, finally arriving at Henry’s favorite place of all: the rose garden. It had a very sentimental value to him, that’s where he took you for your third date after you told you found his passion for plants « endearing », that’s where he asked for your hand and you always looked like a walking piece of art in the middle of those roses.

You loved the rose garden as well, the smell of roses was sweetly intoxicating the air around you, each kind of rose looked more beautiful than the previous one and also for the same sentimental reasons as Henry.

It was a habit for you to spend time there every time you would go to the botanical garden. There were spaces were you could sit and enjoy a picnic in the middle of the roses, it was big enough to let the children play around you and it held a sense of peace, a tranquil atmosphere the whole family enjoyed.

After settling down on the blanket you brought, Charlotte insisted to go see the greenhouses and James decided he wanted to follow her. They managed to obtain what they wanted at the only condition of being careful and staying together. Alice was currently trying to catch a small butterfly (poor thing, your daughter had the reputation of being a very perseverant and stubborn child) which left you with Henry and future mini Wilson.

You sat next to Henry, one hand caressing your round belly and the other around him. He had an arm around your shoulders as the other rested on the ground.

« You know, we still haven’t thought about a name yet? » you asked suddenly

«  Well…do you have any ideas? »

« I was thinking about Margaret… »

Henry frowned, looking at you.

« Why are you so sure it’s a girl? »

You shrugged.

« Mrs. Connor says so…and she had told me Alice would be a girl »

« Right well either way, I won’t name my child Margaret! »

You pushed yourself away from him.

« Why not? It’s a beautiful name! »

He shook his head in disagreement.

« What about…what about Anne? »

It was now your time to scoff and refuse.

« It’s just not suited…we can’t name her Anne! It reminds me too much of that cousin I can’t stand! »

Henry sighed, about to propose to think about the baby’s name at another moment when Alice came back, running excitedly towards you.

« Mummy, daddy, look! »

She showed you her small hands and inside, a small blush pink rose.

« Alice, you can’t pick up flowers like this! » you scolded

« But…but it was already on the ground… »

You sighed, reassuring her it was alright and she smiled, sitting between you and her father. She stayed still for a moment before catching sight of the butterfly she was chasing earlier and before you could even remind her to be careful, she was already far gone.

Henry and you remained silent, enjoying the warm weather and the sweet scent around you. He put his hand over your belly, trying to see if the baby would kick as he told them about the rose their sister found and how it looked like a bourbon rose when you blurted out:

« What about Rose? »

Your husband gazed at you, confusion painted all over his features and you explained: « For the baby, if it’s a girl, what do you think if we named her Rose? »

He kept staring at you and for a moment you wondered if he understood what you were saying but before you could speak again, his hands embraced your cheeks and his lips found their place on yours. It was a sweet, loving kiss he would usually give you at home but you certainly didn’t mind. You felt your legs turn into jelly, your heart swoon and butterflies, alike the one Alice was chasing, seemed to be stuck in your stomach.

When Henry leaned backwards, he joined his forehead to yours and mumbled against your lips « I think it’s a wonderful idea »

You smiled, happy he finally agreed with you when you felt a soft kick in your belly. Your hand instinctively touched the place where your baby had hit and the smiles on your faces brightened.

« I think she likes that idea too »

[ahsxual]

🌹 - congrats on 400!!! can you write a james smut where she’s insecure and he’s helping her realize just how beautiful he sees her as pls? my name is Madi, i’m 5’4, and kinda shy around most people. could you please make the insecurities that she has acne scars and stretch marks? thank you 💞💞

A/N: Thank youuu! I hope you enjoy this darling, and I want you to know that you're still beautiful no matter what! I'm sure James loves you a lot, and so do many people! I could relate to you on this one, because my acne scars are one of my mine insecures... but we can't let that affect us!! Our skin is unique and deserves all the love in this world <33

Warnings: insecure reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst

It was a outstanding afternoon outside: the sun decided to show up and illuminate the beautiful city. It seemed like that day, the world gave an opportunity for people to smile, to be optimistic and feel happier, since the nature’s happiness is the most contagious of them all. Apparently, it had affected everyone... everyone, but you.

Most of the ghosts of the Hotel Cortez, including your charming husband, who founded that amazing, yet terrifying place, were having a great conversation in Liz's bar. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom a while ago, yet it felt like hours had passed because, according to you, you were looking at your worst enemy: your reflection on the mirror.

You took that opportunity to undress yourself from the long, red silk dress you were wearing, your husband's favorite. And once you did it, more tears fell down your hot, red cheeks: your stretch marks were pretty visible, and your acne scars made you feel disgusting and undesirable. How can James love me???, was the exhausting thought that always haunted your mind, nonstop.

"Darling..?" you heard James calling you, making you get out of your painful trance, to clean the damage on your face caused by the expensive makeup you were wearing, and get dressed as fast as you could... yet not as fast as your husband. "My love, tell me now what made you cause such distress??" he was extremely worried to see his beloved hurt: he had promised to kill whoever dared to hurt a single hair of your pretty head... however, what he didn't expect, was that the person who hurt you, was actually yourself.

"Please James, just give me a moment..." he could sense your sadness from afar, and that sigh made his heart completely ache. He immediately kissed your forehead and hold you in his tight, yet comforting embrace, and you couldn't help but hug him back in attempt to let some of your pain out.

James wasn't dumb: he could notice the many times you avoided to take your makeup in front of him, the many times you asked him to turn the lights off whenever you two made love, the many times you hesitated his touch because something was stopping you... and so he discovered you had your insecurities. Like everyone else... like himself as well.

"My love, please look at me!" he pleaded softly, and you obeyed. His eyes were also covered in warm, yet heartbreaking tears, but he didn't let them go, because he had to be strong for you. "Please... may I have the honor to show you, just how gorgeous and desirable my beautiful wife is?" he asked, before kissing gently your hands, and you smiled at his kind gesture.

"Y-yeah, I guess so..." all you needed was a little bit of reassurance from the person you loved the most, and that was what you were about to have.

James lead you to your shared room, and before he undressed you carefully, like you were the most precious, yet fragile diamond in this world, he kissed you. However, that kiss wasn’t hungry and rough like the other times. No. This time it was soft, slow and utterly loving. He pushed you gently on the bed, and started to kiss every beautiful stretch mark of your body, before you felt his handsome face getting closer to where you needed him the most.

"May I?" he asked like the real gentleman he was, the lust in his voice pretty evident. The moment he saw you nodding, he didn't waste any time in connecting his plump, soft lips to your swollen clit, that was desesperate for some attention.

"Fuck James..." you moaned at the sudden pleasure. No other man could eat you out better than James himself, and he seemed to be very proud every time you told him that. He switched from kissing and sucking gently your clit, to lick your wet pussy lips with his skilled tongue. It didn't take much for him to make you come undone right on his face.

When he finished his job, by offering you the first delicious orgasm of the day, he got up so he could look you straight in the eyes, and kiss every inch of your face. His lips were wet, a sweet mixture of your cum and his own saliva. Once he provided the needed attention to every acne scar of your face, he stared at you once again while putting his soft, yet cold fingertips against your skin.

"Everyone says that perfection is what we see in a model with soft skin, slender figure and blonde hair... but for me... perfection is right in front of me." a few fresh tears escaped your eyes once again, but this time it wasn't because of your insecurities. It was for being accepted and loved just the way you were created. "These... marks of yours, my darling, is what makes you unique. It's what makes my precious Madi the woman I fully immersed myself in true love, even when I thought there wasn't any hope for a man like myself. I wouldn't change any single feature of yours, because you're everything I deeply desire. These marks of yours, are pure art. Unique, gorgeous, incredibly outstanding and loved by your husband. And I won’t allow you to think any differently! You must see yourself as the absolute Goddess you are: nothing less, nothing more." while he expressed his true love for you, you could feel the tip of his cock being pressed against your tight entrance. Before you could answer to him, he entered gently, sending you a mix of pain and pure pleasure, since he hadn't prepare you previously. His thrusts started slow, but with time and your eager pleadings, he fastened his speed. While he fucked you fast and hard, his lips and hands never left your body: he bit, kissed you and sucked on your most sensitive spots, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, while his strong hands gripped your stretch marks hard, like he was marking them as his.

After a few minutes of pure love, lust and reassuring, you both laid by each other’s side breathlessly on the soft bed, smiling to yourselves. You could sense his stare burning into your body, until you decided to ask him what was wrong.

"Nothing wrong happened, my dear. I was simply contemplating my outstanding wife." his compliments never failed to make you blush furiously and feel better about yourself. "What about... we married again?" it came out as a simple whisper, yet you could still hear it like he was screaming.

"Honey, we can only marry once!" you answered him, while slightly laughing at his suggestion.

"And who decides that, huh? In this place, I make my own rules. That being said, if I wish to marry my Goddess over and over again, then my desire must be accomplished." he kissed your hand once again, and it was at that moment that you realized you don't need to use any makeup or expensive clothes to look pretty for him, for yourself, or anyone. Just being yourself and loving James was all he ever wanted and dreamed about, nothing more... and you couldn't be happier for having such a loving and supportive husband by your side... for all eternity.

[eunjidrabbles]

YAYYYY your asks are finally open!!! hi hi im the anon may i ask for a hwasa one shot wherein reader is courting hwasa but hwasa doesn't find fem! reader attractive. after one date, hwasa decides that reader isnt really her type which r is bummed about but respects her decision. however, one day hwasa finds r's genuine character and somehow, she falls for r's charms uwu angst to big big fluff please! sorry this is long :3 i really like tropes like this thank youuu!

Just One

(I realized writing hurt/comfort stuff soothes my soul a lot. Probably because I like making it hurt and then I feel bad and try to make it warm and fluffy so no worries. Longer requests help me with plotting out the story.

Edit: Sorry this took longer than expected, I just started my first day of work again and guess who is now a barista? Also Wheein’s solo album just dropped today so go give it a listen ya’ll)

Word count: About 2.4k

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Ahn Hye Jin is a goddess. Everyone who has seen her either loves her, or hate her because they want to be her. With beauty, fame and charisma that goes off the charts, who could blame when you were to be drawn in like a moth to the light? Of course given the opportunity, you chose to chase after her disregarding the fact there were probably many others like you. It was a chance given, and it would be foolish not to grab at it. Be it getting your manager to buy her favorite drinks so you can drop it off for her whenever she was at the company practicing, leaving little notes with a container of food for her to heat up when she stays back for more practicing on her own or even occasionally popping by the studio when you had some free time off your schedules, you did you best to let your presence be known to her. Management didn't know of your crush, brushing it off as admiration for your senior whose group literally built up the company, and you'd prefer for it to stay that way lest you get kicked out barely a year into debuting. Hyejin however, knew of your intentions. You've made it clear to her when you gathered up the courage to manage to stammer out a "I like you." Before you could hear whoops from Wheein and feel the stares coming from the other two older members directed at you.

Over time, you've managed to also worm your way into the rest's hearts as they realized how pure your intentions were, and how far you'd go to try take care of their strong-headed maknae. Seeing as to how Hyejin has never properly rejected you, they slowly started putting in words for you whenever they spot your gifts for her, planting what they'd hope to be the seeds that will help make their youngest happier. It started from "Look at how thoughtful she is!" To “Hey look, guess who dropped by again today~?” Each time, she would only smile and wave away at her member’s teasing as she accept her gifts with a smile.

The small interactions with Hyejin and the rest of her members were great as you slowly got to know them more, just as friends. Sharing jokes and they would sometimes even invite you up for a meal together. It wasn’t until a few weeks later of skirting around your very obvious infatuation with Hyejin did you actually put up your mind to do something. Nodding to yourself, you gathered up the courage and knocked on the door. Cheers were heard from inside and as routine, Hyejin came to the door to open it for you. Passing over her drink with a smile, she stood waiting accepted it with a small chuckle and thanks. Right before she turned away, you called out to her. Looking back at you questioningly, you took a few deep breath to try settle your pounding heart. “One date. Just give me one date. I’ll show you that I’m serious.” You could see her eyes widen in surprise and slowly cover her mouth with her hand. You shift nervously, not daring to break the eye contact. She was the one who looked away first and her gaze fell to the ground, seemingly deep in thought. Noticing the longer than usual interaction, the rest of the members curiously peeked over one another to observe the situation. Putting the pieces together, Wheein shared glances with the older members and back to her best friend and voiced out her thoughts. “Why don’t you give it a shot?” Slowly looking over to her, Hyejin studied her expression, followed by the encouraging looks Moonbyul and Yongsun was giving before going back to her own thoughts for a bit longer. All the while you stood, head slowly lowering, feeling your throat and chest slowly coiling and tightening on themselves while you prepare yourself for the rejection incoming. “So what do you have in mind?” Snapping your head up, you find her staring right at you. You could almost hear your own heartbeat as you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding. Glancing past her, you see the enthusiastic nodding and thumbs up given to you by the rest of her members and you pulled out your phone. “I’ll text you the details?”

As far as records go, the company only saw this meet up as a nice meal between a member of their top girl group and their solo artist. You’ve managed to book a small table at a café that you were introduced by a few friends. It was a cozy little place near an alleyway, just a little out of the way of where the crowd would usually go. Settling down in the corner, you were both handed a small menu. Skimming over, you decided to place an order of a cup of coffee and a macaron for a sweet treat. Hyejin took a little longer to look through the menu but also ended up with just a cup of coffee. There was an awkward tension in the air as you constantly try to find topics to speak about to engage the woman sitting opposite of you when all you could get in reply was a few words in reply. With a smile, you could only nod and let the silence blanket the both of you as your drinks and snack came. Every time you looked up from sipping your drink, you could see her silently in her own thoughts and decided not to bother her lest she finds you annoying. It was when you were on the last few sips of your drinks did Hyejin finally speak up.

“I don’t want to be harsh but I don’t think we’d go well together.”

The words echoed in your head as they processed into what she was trying to say. You swallowed down the harsh reality that hit you right in your chest and nodded with a small understanding smile. “Thank you for at least giving me a chance, and of course, being honest with me.” Nodding back, Hyejin went back to sipping her drink as the silence once again settled between the both of you, this time for you to quietly nurse your heart. Setting down the empty cups, the both of your stood as you pulled out your phone and texted your manager to pick the both of you up. While waiting outside the café, Hyejin couldn’t bring herself to look at you. A part of her felt that she had led you on, despite it just being that she couldn’t understand of her own feelings. To make everything simpler for everyone, the best choice would be to reject and ignore it. A hand coming towards her in the corner of her eye surprised her, and with that she finally look at you again. “Friends?” Raising your eyebrow, you silently prayed that whatever happened wouldn’t ruin whatever relationship you had between her and her members. “Friends.” Raising her hand to shake yours, a smile bloomed across her face in relief that you held no anger towards her.

You understood that it will definitely take time to get over the fact that you had a crush on Hyejin, so you chose not to avoid it. Instead, you faced the rejection straight on, and went up to Mamamoo’s studio even more often to interact more with everyone whenever you had the time. Every now and again, you’d also have a member or two pop up in your studio to join in the chaos, much so adding up to your manager’s headache of trying to keep your appearance as an idol intact, knowing well fully that the random moments you shared with the group would most likely air out as update episodes in your mini vlog series. It took a while to realize that by taking a step back from pursuing Hyejin, that you got so much more closer to her. The awkwardness melted away and what was left was a healthy friendship.

It also took a while for Hyejin to realized how much more she had been looking to spend time with you. Or that the increasing number of comments in your vlog series were commenting on how much and fondly she looked at you. It became almost a daily thing to exchange greetings from dawn and annoy one another through text till dusk fell. It got to the point where whenever her phone’s notification rang, does she perk up and rush to it and if it was not a reply from you, she would falter and according to Wheein, “Look like a kicked puppy.” If you had a schedule when she was free, she sometimes tag along with an excuse to keep you company but if you could see her behind all the staff, you’d notice her intense gaze as she studies you. The way you moved, the way you laughed, and even to the way your chest rise and fall as you breathed. Part of her knew what was happening, but she refused to act upon it. It wasn’t fair that you were the one who risked your career to chase her only for her to reject you, and now suddenly changing her mind. You on the other hand didn’t seem to notice all the extra attention you were getting from her and it annoyed Hyejin to a certain extend. She wanted the smiles you gave to everyone directed to only her. She wanted the jokes you shared and the laughter you gave to just be shared between you two.

It drove her crazy, the more she explored her feelings for you. It made her feel things that scared her. Scenarios would appear in her head as she watches you interact with others. Your words would race through her mind as she goes about her day. Images and memories of your gifts and notes pulled on her heartstrings. Maybe. Hyejin silently thinks to herself. Just maybe, I might be crazy. Chuckling to herself as she stopped in front of a set of doors, she sighed. That’s still better than letting someone else hold you, right? Looking up at the sign that stated the opening hours, she pulled out her phone to do a quick check of the time and pushed open to step through the set of doors.

The bass vibrated throughout the entire room as music boomed from the speakers in the practice room. Your eyes were trained upon your form as you connected each movement of your body to flow with the beat of the music. Seeing how focused you were on perfecting the dance routine, your manager could only sigh in failed attempt of trying to make you promise to not overwork yourself when your comeback was right around the corner before leaving for the night. At some point through the evening, you had shed your hoodie, leaving you in a cooling sports bra and sweat pants. Despite the lesser layers, you were drenched in sweat, and your hair had fallen from their ponytail, leaving them sticking uncomfortably to your face and body. Your body cried out in exhaustion as you slowed to a halt along with the music and panted to catch your breath. Slowly pushing yourself upright again, you groaned, body resisting the idea of one last run through of the routine. Right as you were about to hit the play button on your phone again, the soundproofed door of your studio swung open.

Your squeak echoed the room and your eyes darted up and widened in surprise to meet hers through the mirror’s reflection. It took a second for your body and brain to relax when you realized that the intruder meant no harm when you noticed both her hands were occupied. Slowly turning and walking over to the back of the studio where she had moved from the door, you look at Hyejin questioningly before your gaze dropped to the contents in her hands. Instead of putting it down onto the table, she waited for you to walk over to her to pass you the warm cup of coffee and a paper bag. Carefully hold the cup in one hand, you opened the bag to see a lone macaron sitting inside. A wide smile bloomed on your face when your body understood that the sweet treat was a form of energy for you to function and you eagerly pushed it up the bag to take the first bite. You then remembered the very person that delivered it to you and with your mouth full, you could only smile even wider to her as you closed your eyes in bliss as the sugary snack awoke your senses again.

“One date.”

Your eyes snap open as your jaw stopped its movement.

“One date. Just give me one date. I’ll show you I’m worth your time.”

Your smile slowly dropped as you processed what you just heard. Looking back down at the bag and the cup of drink, you recognized the name imprinted on its sides. It was from the very café you two went to on your first and last date. Forcing yourself to look busy by continuing to slowly chewing the one bite in your mouth, you subtly turned your head towards the mirror to look at the woman, not daring to risk eye contact by looking directly at her. Even from the mirror, you could see her intense gaze, as she fidgeted her hands behind her, anxiously waiting for your answer. 

“So? What do you say?”

Swallowing the now mushy mess in your mouth, you slowly looked right back at her. Lifting the drink to your lips and taking a small sip, you looked for traces of this encounter merely being a bad joke of the rejection you faced at her hand a few months ago. When you could find none, you slowly lowered the drink and sighed. Even at such mundane actions, you could see her tense up in anticipation.

You chuckle suddenly, breaking the silence and causing Hyejin to flinch. That in return made you chuckle even harder when her look of confusion and surprise slowly melt away as your laughter went on. Finally taking a breath to stop, you smiled and answered her.

“I was hoping it will be more than just one.”

[obxlife]

Lucky (JJ x Reader)

A/N: I decided to work on this request tonight instead of on the third chapter of Relations because I’m tired and I feel like one-shots are easier to do than a full-on story, you know? Well, anyway, enjoy this JJ fluff.

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 2,535

Request: hi can you do a JJ fluff with like lots of cuddles and hugs from behind? maybe like a rainy day with JJ or making dinner or cookies or something? and also can they have a little dance party? awww thank youuu🥺

Summary: JJ was slowly getting used to the idea of losing his best friend, but you, his other best friend, made it an easier process. One night you’re both stuck in the Chateau, wind and rain howling outside. Together, you waste the night away, smiles never falling from your lips.

Warnings: I don’t even think there’s swearing in this lol. Oh, and also, FLUFF

LUCKY

JJ would hate to admit it to Kie, but having you around was helping him.

He felt as if every day he was getting better and out of the dark place he had fallen in after the loss of John B. And it was really all thanks to you.

Five months ago you had washed up on the Chateau’s front porch, begging JJ to let you in. When he had moved aside to let you inside the old fishing shack, you knew that this did not mean that JJ would be opening up to you soon, and that broke your heart. But you were determined to stay by his side at all times until he was ready. 

Slowly but surely, JJ let down the bottles of alcohol that were usually always in his hands. He seemed to be smoking less weed, and he seemed to be trying to smile more. You would often wonder what was causing that change in him, not realizing it was you. Your presence. 

See, JJ had noticed how much pain he was causing to you and others while behaving as he had done after John B died. And this, in turn, pained him. All JJ wanted was you to be happy, and he had sworn he had never seen anybody as happy as you the morning he had spoken to you for the first time in months. 

Your friend was slowly getting better, and that made you happier than anything had ever done so before. 

You were glad to be spending time around JJ. He had also helped you get better after losing your friend that night so many months ago. It was almost as if you and JJ were giving each other your broken pieces and realizing that they surprisingly fit the other’s empty holes. 

Both you and JJ had been staying at the Chateau during this hard period. JJ was doing this mainly to avoid his father while you were doing this mainly to avoid your parents. They had tried to send you away from the island when they had found out that John B, one of your best friends, was a murderer (he was actually not, but that’s besides the point). However, you had managed to escape the ferry and reach the Chateau, making them think you were all the way across the country with your older brother, who was supposed to take care of you.

You were glad that they didn’t bother with calling much.

In other words, staying at the Chateau was perfect for both of you, and it had been the perfect place to build yourselves up again. What you had not expected at all were the romantic feelings that had seemed to surge between you and the blond. You both had noticed it - a shift in the air that made everything you did be filled with tension - and it made you nervous to no end. You had never liked someone the way you liked JJ, and that made you panic.

What you didn’t realize was that JJ felt the same way. Hell, everyone on the island knew that JJ was a ladies’ man, hopping from Touron to Touron to whatever girl was willing to sleep with him. But ever since John B had disappeared and you had shown up at the Chateau, the only girl he could think of was you. 

These feelings had caused JJ to slip into your bed (which was the pullout couch) one night, and ever since then, remain there together. It had caused JJ to lend you his shirts and his sweatshirts whenever you got cold, and it had led to a lot more hugging and cuddling than what was usual for friends. 

Kie had suspected that you and JJ would eventually find each other even before John B had disappeared. 

“Have you ever thought of dating JJ?” she had asked you one afternoon when all of you had gone out into the marsh. You were laying across the seat behind the wheel while the boys were in the water and Kie was shuffling around the contents of the cooler. Your brows had scrunched up and confusion had taken over your thoughts. 

“No. Why?”

Kie had shrugged, sitting down and opening the beer in her hands. “I don’t know. I guess you guys just seem to work well together.”

You straightened yourself. “So?” you asked. “That doesn’t mean we should date.”

“I know it doesn’t. But the way you guys act around each other is just… Nevermind. All I’m saying is that you will be dating him in the future.”

“Who will be dating who?” John B had asked when hopping back aboard. You glared at Kie, asking her to keep her mouth shut. If she voiced her thoughts to John B, he would for sure tell JJ and then things would be awkward between you and him. You didn’t want that.

“No one and no one,” you stated bluntly, widening your eyes at Kie as if to make sure she got your message. She simply nodded.

You would have never thought that less than a year later you and JJ would be cuddled up together on the pullout couch. His fingers were playing with one of your hands while you brushed his hair and hummed softly to a song that was coming from the speakers of your cell phone. JJ felt as if he was going to fall asleep, the rain outside creating a soft melody that made him drowsy. The rain also made the Chateau colder than it usually was, which the blond used as an excuse to cuddle deeper into you.

“Y/N?” he suddenly voiced out. Sleep was dripping from his words, but he wasn’t closing his eyes. Instead, he kept them trained on you, not understanding how he could have gotten so lucky that you were his best friend and you were there beside him. 

“JJ,” you whispered in response. Your fingers didn’t stop raking through his hair, and you were analyzing how his locks seemed to change color depending on the lighting that surrounded them. It changed from a light brown to a dirty blond to a golden color and then it looked so white it reminded you of snow. You stared down at JJ, noticing he hadn’t replied to you yet and knew that this meant he wanted you to look at him. The lazy smile that danced on his lips reminded you of the feeling of falling asleep under the shade of a large tree on a summer day or of spending an afternoon out on the marsh. His cerulean eyes made you think of the sky, and you noticed the endless possibilities that lay within your best friend’s orbs.

“What, JJ?” you said, even softer than before. If it wasn’t because JJ was only five inches away from you, he would have never heard you. JJ only snuggled his head deeper into your chest before squeezing around your body and removing himself slightly from where you were laying down. 

“I’m hungry,” he whined while staring at you pleadingly. You knew exactly what he wanted you to make (because he always asked for the same thing on rainy days) and you rolled your eyes as you pushed him away and headed towards the kitchen.

You took out a pot from one of the many drawers and placed it above the stove. Then you turned towards the pantry and took a Campbell’s Pumpkin Soup, opening the can and pouring its insides into the pot. Just as you opened another drawer to grab a wooden spoon so you could mix the soup, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you. 

JJ’s tan created a stark contrast against his light gray hoodie you were wearing, and you felt the tips of his fingers slip under the cloth and come in contact with your bare skin. A shiver ran down your spine as you began to mix the soup, adding some pepper and other condiments to give it more flavor. During this whole process, you only felt JJ press himself more into you and place his head on the crook of your neck, giving him the access to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

Giggles escaped your lips as his breath tickled you. You pressed your head down onto your shoulder, trying to move JJ away from your skin, but he only squeezed you tighter and tighter. He had no intention of letting you go, and he was making that clear. 

Once you had both settled down for a bit, JJ began to softly sway to the music that came from your phone, which was still on the pullout couch. The song that was playing was soft and romantic, and you allowed JJ’s hands to spin you around so that you were facing him.

The base of his hands dug into your hip bone while his other one was pressed against your back, pulling on your body so you would turn on your own feet. He pushed himself closer to you so that there was virtually no space between your chests. He brought his hands up to your own and moved them around his neck, where you began to fumble with the tips of his long hair. Finally, his hands hand came down to rest on your waist, swaying your hips back and forth, a little bit out of time with the music. 

The rain that was pelting outside only made everything going on inside of the Chateau more perfect. The howling wind made it feel as if it was only you and JJ in the entire world - or as if the world was asleep and the night was only for you two. The strumming of the guitar from the song that was playing was sad and soft but happy and romantic all at the same time. portraying exactly what your relationship with JJ had been these past five months. Your sock-clad feet made you almost slip on the varnished wooden floor, but JJ’s vice-like grip kept you straight. 

“Careful,” JJ whispered into your ear, making shivers and goosebumps erupt all the way from your exposed legs to the tips of your fingers that were still toying with the blond’s hair. The blush that rose on your cheeks prompted you to press you body closer to JJ and embrace him in a hug. All that was running through your mind was the boy before you and how perfect he was and how much he had helped you and how much he meant to you and how much you loved him.

A tear fell from the corner of your left eye and a sniffle escaped your nose.

“Hey, hey,” JJ murmured into your ear while pulling away from you. “What’s wrong?”

You smiled up at your golden boy. That was exactly what he was. He was as golden as the sunset when the day was ending and as bright as the sunrise when new opportunities came with a new day. He was as special and rare as traveling the world or meeting new people. He was as shiny as his smile, and all you wanted to do was continue to live every day of the rest of your life by his side.

“Nothing,” you replied while shaking your head. “I’m just really lucky to have you.”

JJ smiled, shocked at your words. If someone was lucky out of the two of you, it was him. You reminded him of all the good things in his life. Like catching a wave after having wiped out on the previous eight ones he had tried to conquer or sharing a beer with his friends around a bonfire. Like paying for something which he had just enough money for or finally getting to ride back home to the Chateau on his bike after a long day. Like going down to the Wreck and messing around with Mr. Carrera or helping Heyward with deliveries and goofing off. You were all of those things and so much more to JJ, and he couldn’t even begin to understand why you were at his side. 

“I’m really lucky to have you too,” he replied, pulling you close once again and hugging you tighter than ever before. JJ never wanted to let you go. Even though he knew he wasn’t worthy of you, he wasn’t going to be stupid enough to ever push you away or let you down or let you go.

However, he let go of you only a few seconds later when you exclaimed, “The soup!”

Spinning around so fast you made JJ dizzy from only looking at you, you plunged the wooden spoon into the pot and mixed the orange liquid around for a bit. Deeming it ready, you took the two bowls JJ had searched for and poured the delicacy you had prepared into them. You set the empty pot down in the sink, the wooden spoon inside of it, and let some water fall on top of them. Then, you cut the tap and decided you would do the dishes tomorrow. 

JJ beckoned you back onto the pullout couch where he was sipping from his soup directly from the bowl. Shaking your head at him, you took a spoon from a drawer and seated yourself right next to him. Your thighs were touching, and you were sure you could feel fire erupting from the places where your bodies were pressed together. JJ slurped his soup down in less than two minutes and placed his bowl onto the floor next to the couch. He turned to you with pleading eyes for the second time that night, and you rolled your eyes while feeding him a spoonful of soup from your own bowl. JJ sighed in happiness after swallowing and watched as you finished your food. Once you were done, he took the bowl and placed it on the floor next to his own before turning to you and tucking you into his side. 

Stretching out on the bed, JJ pulled the blankets up to your chin as you grabbed onto one of his hands and intertwined your fingers together. You had your back pressed against his front, but he was holding onto you so tight you could feel his face right next to yours. Inhaling, you filled your lungs with his signature scent - freshly cut grass and ocean water - before exhaling and feeling bliss and butterflies erupt inside of you. 

You were exactly where you wanted to be for the rest of your life, and you were almost certain that the blond boy whose hands were around you felt the same. His tanned arms slowly relaxed until you knew he had fallen asleep and only then did you fall into a deep slumber.

JJ woke up the following morning before you, listening to birds chirping outside and the sun casting a glow onto the top of your head. He smiled while looking down at you, noticing how your nose scrunched up just a little while you shifted around in the bed.

JJ would hate to admit to Kie, but he was so goddamn lucky to have you.

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Dumbass

Tom’s family has opinions about him breaking up with y/n

Request: Hi! I love your “want you back” imagine! It kinda prompted my request: can you do an imagine where the reader and Tom break up and he tells his family and friends and they are really mad at him? They also maybe convince them to get back together? Thank youuu ♥️

A/n: I guess this could be a prequel? Or just its own, whichever works.

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Tom walked into his family home, feeling sad and angry all at once.

“What’s happened?” His father asked, noticing how distressed his boy was. Tom looked to see his entire family sat in the living room. They were all looking at him with concern in their eyes.

“We broke up,” he whispered. Biting his lip, he waited for his family’s reply.

“You and y/n broke up?” Nikki repeated, not believing what she just heard. Tom confirmed her question with a single nod.

“Are you stupid? Why would you let that happen?” Paddy asked as anger began to rise in his own body.

“Paddy,” Nikki began. She knew Tom was already upset and didn’t want his younger brother to make him feel worse.

“No! She wasn’t just your girlfriend. She helped me with my homework, she listened to what I had to say, she gave me advice. She was one of my best friends. You’re such a jerk.” The boy ran to his room and slammed the door.

“Mum,” Tom said desperately, his brother’s reaction making him feel worse. She stood from where she sat, enveloping him in a hug.

“It’s okay,” she whispered as she felt tears hit her neck and shoulder. “I know it hurts, but if you two are as strong as I know you are, you’ll find a way back to each other. If you don’t, then she just wasn’t the one.”

“I love her,” he whispered back, his voice cracking.

“I know, Tom. And she loves you. Don’t give up on each other.”

Tom pulled away from his mom, wiping his eyes and moving to his room to be alone.

“He’s such a dumbass,” Harry mumbled making Nikki and Dom both turn to give him a disapproving look. “What? She wasn’t just a random chick. We knew her- we were all friends with her. You guys treat Sam’s girlfriend like she’s your son’s girlfriend, but you treat y/n like she’s your own daughter. Paddy obviously loves her and I know me and Sam do too, and we all know you guys do too. She’s our family, and he just ruined it.”

“This doesn’t mean you’ll never see her again,” Dom began to say but was cut off by his son.

“Yeah, but it won’t be the same, will it? The vacations, night outs, dinners, premieres? She won’t be there for that stuff anymore. When I go on press tours with Tom, she’s the one that stays with me. She’s the one that hangs out with me while Tom is working all damn day. Yeah, Tom lost a girlfriend, but we lost our sister,” Harry ranted before standing up and moving to check on Paddy, both of them talking about how stupid Tom is.

“I’m going to go talk to Tom,” Sam announced before leaving the room. Knocking on the door before poking his head in. “Care to talk?”

“Are you gonna yell at me too?” Tom asked, sounding pathetic.

“Nah. I think Paddy did a good job at that,” Sam laughed humorlessly. He moved into the bedroom, sitting down and looking at his brother. “What happened?”

“We had a fight,” he told him, shaking his head at the memory. “She accused me of shit and I did the same. It got to the point where everything just exploded and I said we’d be happier if we broke up.”

“And she agreed?”

“She nodded her head and walked out the door.”

Sam sighed as he listened to Tom’s story. “I’m sorry, man. Harry and Paddy feel bad for you too, they just need time to get over her as well.”

“What the hell do they need to get over? They weren’t dating her. They weren’t in love with her- I was,” Tom said, beginning to feel angry with his brothers. 

“Yeah, but you brought her around. She was involved in this family, Tom. They thought of her as a sister, you know that. They feel like they’ve lost a piece of their family.” He looked at Tom as he spoke, seeing his features soften at the explanation but not speaking. “I know it’s something you’ve probably already thought through, but you need to try to get her back, bro. Couples fight all the time- some worse than others. That doesn’t mean it’s the end. Give yourselves some time to recover from this and get back to each other.”

“Easier than done,” Tom said simply.

“Yeah, but at least would have fought for her.” Sam took one last look at his brother, patting his back before standing up and exiting the room. He turned back as he was out of the door frame. “By the way- y/n talked to me about you a lot. She loves you way more than you could ever imagine. I know she would take you back in a heartbeat if you just show her that you care, that you’re willing to put in the effort for her,” Sam shared with Tom and closed the door leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alma/Jowd, Alma/Cabanela/Jowd Characters: Cabanela (Ghost Trick), Jowd (Ghost Trick), Alma (Ghost Trick) Additional Tags: Fluff, Wedding Fluff Word Count: 6244 Summary:

'The guests’ clapping rang distant in Cabanela’s ears as he watched the loving couple break apart, fingers still entwined. A warmth filled him, drowning the thoughts trying to seep out from their corner. His Jowd and Alma, a pair, a precious unit. Gods, they were beautiful.' Jowd and Alma's wedding. Chicken. A proud, pining peacock. Lots of fluff. An overhaul and greatly expanded version (approaching twice the length) of With this Ring with a new title (as the old one no longer fits)

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The day had come at last. In some ways it felt like a life time ago that they proposed, and in others it was as if hardly any time had passed at all. Now their wedding had arrived.

Alma had been sitting in her old room enjoying a moment of peace until the time came. Then Cabanela whirled in, beamed at her dress, frowned at her hair and promptly shooed her back to the mirror. What exactly it was that bothered him, she couldn’t say, but she’d always been better with the clothing side of things. And, as the past several weeks taught her, it was better to just let him get on with things.

She tried not to fidget as Cabanela’s fingers worked skillfully through her hair, tucking a tendril here, making small adjustments there. Honestly, she thought, he was fussier than any bridesmaid, stylist or possibly in this case even, though she would spare him that, her grandmother.

“Doesn’t Jowd need your help?” Alma asked.

“Not aaanymore unless his tie got the better of him again. He’s either impossible or easy. Not much to do either way.”

They caught each other’s eye in the mirror and his sparkled with amusement.

“Or?”

“I’ll pop by again and see!” Cabanela said cheerily.

Alma smiled and returned her attention to keeping her hands still and not wrinkling her dress. Cabanela backed up and with one last critical look, tossed himself onto the corner of the bed where he settled, crossing one leg over the other.

“What’s eatin’ you, baby?”

Ah. She should have known all her efforts would be in vain.

“Not really any one thing in particular.” She laughed. “I guess it just finally hit that this is happening now.”

After all the flurry of activity to think it was all down to this day and then it would be over. While she often felt she had little to do but agree or disagree with decisions, so many decisions, so many propositions, it was dizzying all the same. And, of course, keeping Cabanela and her grandmother from biting each other’s heads off was an exhausting task in itself.

And what of their other private plan?

“All of this and now it feels like it’s almost over before it’s begun. And I’m… I guess I am more nervous than I expected.”

“Only natural so I’ve been told,” Cabanela replied.

“Yes… And I am excited! Your work wasn’t in vain, but I’m looking forward to after as well.” She smiled fondly. “When we can move forward.”

“The looovely first step to a new life, nothing like it, baby!”

Did his gaze flicker away there? The briefest of falters in that smile? Or was she only letting worry colour her imagination? Perhaps they’d missed a clear fault in their plan.

One fluid motion carried Cabanela to his feet and now he stood over her. He took her hand in both of his and held her gaze.

“And I can’t imagine a more beautiful match.”

Almost, she thought to herself, but before she could say anything Cabanela released her.

“Best go make sure the groom isn’t in trouble!” he said and spun on his heel to leave the room.

Alma watched him saunter out. Astonishing – so candid in some ways, outrageously so, and yet so reserved in others.

Jowd stared out the living room window, the fancy clock above the mantle ticking uncomfortably loud in his ears. It would be time to go soon and an unusual tide of nerves quietly swelled below the surface. Nerves yes, however it would also be a relief to go (if his best man ever came back down from helping Alma). The odd combination of stiffness and fervent activity that occupied this room and the whole house only grew more difficult to deal with each passing day since they’d arrived three days prior.

It had been easier to stay with Alma’s family and they were far closer to both the park for the ceremony and hall for the party. He greatly looked forward to returning home. To get away from the last minute chaos of planning. It would be a great relief to bring Alma home, to sink back into their routine.

He smiled. A new routine just for them.

Naturally he was happy for this day. And, he appreciated Cabanela’s tireless efforts and keeping to their wishes for something smaller than grandiose with a skill well outside of Jowd’s understanding.

‘Are you sure being a cop is your calling?’

‘Detective, excuse youuu.’

‘My apologies, future detective.’

How he’d managed to pull it all off while also fending off certain relative’s demands on top of his duties was beyond him. And the thought of the immense sulk that would result from not going through with it was as unbearable as the preparations leading up to this day. But it truly was afterward he was looking forward to, building a life together, just being together.

“Yoo hooo. Oh Jooowd, wedding bells are callin’, baby!”

Speaking of their planner, Jowd pulled himself away from the window and found himself under the steady scrutiny of Cabanela.

“Well?” Jowd prompted when Cabanela’s gaze seemed to last a little too long. “Do I pass muster?”

“Loook at that,” Cabanela said, voice softer than Jowd expected. “Still in one piece.”

He twirled around to join Jowd at his side and slung an arm around his shoulder.

“Bein’ a rock does have its uses!” he said brightly. “I should tell Alma the good news. One dreeeary mess traded for something presentable!”

Jowd eyed the man beside him, tall, elegant in a long black tail coat adorned with silver buttons. Ever the proud peacock that one.

“Standing next to your sparkling self who would notice a crooked tie?”

Cabanela cocked his head, mock suspicion clear on his face. “That almost sounds like flattery. What’s the price?”

“I have to do something to make up for my absence. Maybe you’ll go easy on me!”

“Don’t wooorry, baby. I’ll catch a crook for you, hand out some parking tickets. Got you covered!”

Jowd chuckled and let Cabanela guide him out of the room.

Their arrival at the park showed them tidy rows of seats on the grass, a simple, elegant arch and it seemed to Jowd a few more flowers around than initial plans dictated.

The weather was holding out, warm and breezy without being too hot and they were further shaded under a large oak tree. As he adjusted his collar, while avoiding the looks of the guests, he prayed it would stay that way. He had been fine on their way over. Now he was here, with nothing to do but wait – there had been a great deal of waiting – he felt rather like an overdressed chicken on display.

At least, he thought, he had company, and with that thought he looked back at Cabanela. In body anyway. The man’s look was a million miles away and if it was one of plotting, it wasn’t any look Jowd had seen before.

“Hey,” he said in a low voice. Cabanela seemed to snap back into himself. Odd.

“Hmm?”

“How long?”

Cabanela smiled, looking more himself. “Couple minutes, baby.”

Jowd nodded and passed a last searching look over him. He was at ease once more as if nothing had happened and there were no answers to be found there.

Cabanela noted the searching look and waited until Jowd turned away before letting loose a small frown. He had more than enough time and practice pushing unwanted thoughts to the farthest corner of his mind where they wouldn’t be a bother to anyone, including himself. This was the last day for such thoughts. Not the time, never the time.

He couldn’t be happier for them. There was no arguing that point. It was only… it was just… he would be relieved when the wedding kicked off proper and he could slide back into his role. A good role. An easy role, over here in support for his best of friends.

Only a couple minutes more.

He flexed his fingers and carefully unleashed his tension one muscle at a time. Relax.

Something it appeared Jowd was now failing at, judging by the rigid back. He’d been doing so well too.

Cabanela leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Looosen up baby. You look ready to keel over. I don’t belieeeve Alma signed up to marry a stiff.”

Jowd shifted and dropped his shoulders. “She knows what she signed up for,” he murmured back.

Cabanela cast his gaze to the heavens. A victory was a victory no matter how small in a losing battle. A nervous rock was marginally better than a stunned rooster.

The music started and Cabanela and Jowd turned as one to see Alma at the opposite end of the aisle formed by the rows of seats.

Alma took a deep breath and proceeded to start her walk. She had to suppress a chuckle at the sight ahead of her: Jowd, his eyes fixed on her, but his nerves standing out clearly in his stiff posture, in perfect contrast to Cabanela’s beaming pride.

Her procession ended faster than she anticipated and she found herself standing opposite Jowd.

“Relax honey,” she whispered. “I don’t recall anything about a stiff on the papers.”

She blinked at Cabanela’s rather smug smirk and Jowd snorted into his beard, earning all three of them a raised eyebrow and a pointedly polite clearing of the throat from the officiant.

“We are gathered here…”

Alma let the officiant’s words wash over her as she found her attention drifting away to focus on her husband-to-be. Friend, husband, partner. It hadn’t always been easy getting to this point, but the result was more than worth every step of the journey.

It hit her at times how easy it would have been to miss this, how easy it would have been for this day to never happen. A chance meeting, the right timing, and somehow things seemed to flow from there. And before she knew it she had not just one wonderful friend, but two. Before she knew it life swept them up and friendship turned into so much more.

She couldn’t be happier.

“Now bring forth the rings,” the officiant announced, pulling Alma from her thoughts and reminiscence.

Cabanela stepped forward, both rings laid out on the palm of his hand. Alma took hers first and Jowd noticed how her fingers lingered over his and how his seemed to tighten before she pulled away.

Once Alma stepped back Jowd reached for his, watching Cabanela’s expression. His joy was clear in those glittering eyes and the curve of his lips, but there was something else there, something he couldn’t get a fix on. He thought he’d learned to read Cabanela’s moods, but this one was a firmly closed book.  

As he took the ring he felt a muscle twitch in Cabanela’s hand, but his expression remained unchanged. Perhaps more than one relief would come after the end.

Cabanela stepped aside with a nod and a wink. This particular message was clear: Your turn.

Jowd nodded back. Message received. Unneeded, but read loud and clear.

He turned to face Alma, his breath catching. This was real. He took her hand, other thoughts sliding away as he drank in the sight of her. An exchange of rings and vows, the words falling out easily:

“I give you this ring, as a reminder, that I will love, honour, and cherish you. In all times, in all places. And in all ways, forever. For you, my beloved.”

“You may kiss the bride,” the officiant announced.

Jowd swooped Alma into his arms. Their surroundings faded as Alma filled Jowd’s world. He held her gently and poured every thought and care he could never put words to into that kiss and hoped she understood. When they parted, slightly breathless, after what felt like an eternity in the span of seconds, he saw in her shining eyes he had succeeded.

The guests’ clapping rang distant in Cabanela’s ears as he watched the loving couple break apart, fingers still entwined. A warmth filled him, drowning the thoughts trying to seep out from their corner. His Jowd and Alma, a pair, a precious unit. Gods, they were beautiful.

Alma met his gaze and Jowd followed suit. His breath caught in his throat. They wore a similar expression of warmth and care and… something he didn’t dare attempt to fathom. The moment passed quickly, leaving him stunned, while arms interlocked, the pair made their way back down the aisle to lead the party to the reception hall.

Cabanela lingered, overseeing the guests’ departure, until the last were gone, then followed after with every intention of slipping into the reception hall to take his place. Instead he found Alma and Jowd waiting outside the doors.

Alma caught his arm and pulled him to her.

“Thank you for everything,” she said before embracing him.

Cabanela returned the hug, possibly a little tighter than he intended, yet expecting to break if off at any moment. Instead Jowd wrapped his large arms around them both.

It was a perfect moment, a perfect fit, and one that ended much too soon even as his thoughts erupted into a whirlwind of rapidly denied hopes and possible meanings he couldn’t bring himself to entertain. They pulled away, hands lingering over one another.

“Weeell,” Cabanela announced brightly, covering his disappointment. Back to the corner, thoughts, back. He made a broad gesture at the door. “Shall I announce the entrance of our looovely bride and groom?”

Horror flashed across Jowd’s face and Alma laughed.

“I’d like a moment alone with Jowd,” she said. “Go on without us.”

“I can give you lovebirds some alone time, but don’t take too long or you’ll owe me for facin’ your grandmother’s wrath,” Cabanela said and he grinned at the wince from Jowd.

Alma watched Cabanela swing into the hall with a frown, and waited until the doors closed.

“I’m worried we’ve made a mistake,” she said softly. “I don’t think our brilliant detective gets it yet. I suppose after how busy everything has been I can’t blame him. I only thought he would have figured it out… even guessed at our plans by now.”

“He must know,” Jowd replied, but an edge of uncertainty hovered in his voice.

“Knowing and accepting aren’t always the same.” She folded her arms and looked worriedly at the door. “He’s always so… so present and certain, it never occurred to me that he would think he has any need for fear.”

“It’ll be over tonight,” Jowd said.

“I just… I want him to be happy today. He did so much for us.”

“He is,” Jowd said firmly. “I may not always know what’s going through that head of his, but I know when he’s being genuine.”

“Right…” Alma looked at the doors. “And I suppose we’d better get in there before he genuinely follows through on his threat.”

Jowd eyed the doors as well with a grimace and Alma laughed.

“Ready to go in, my brave husband?” her tease faded as she savoured the word.

“I suppose we’d better before your grandmother flays us all alive.”

Jowd offered Alma his arm and they entered together. Cabanela stood by their seats, leaning down a bit to chat amiably with Alma’s mother. Jowd found himself suddenly both starving and greatly looking forward to the more peaceful moment food and the guests’ occupation with it and each other would bring.

Of course dinner was a noisy affair and the hall filled with a cheerful hum. Sitting with Alma on one side and Cabanela on the other, Jowd realized he was perfectly content with it all.

He reached for his glass, his arm brushing against Cabanela. He felt more than saw Cabanela stiffen before he reached for his own glass with an overly casual air. Not fooling anyone here, partner.

Jowd frowned. Maybe Alma was right to worry. The number of off moments was growing through the day and he wondered how many slipped by in the previous chaos as well.

“Something wrooong with the chicken?” Cabanela drawled.

“Could use ketchup,” Jowd replied.

Alma wrinkled her nose and Cabanela leaned forward to look around at her with a jab of his fork at Jowd’s plate.

“You suuure this is what you wanna marry into, baby?”

“A burden I’ll just have to bear,” Alma said lightly with a mock sigh.

Jowd laughed and let their jests cover his concerns. Their conversation remained merry amidst the buzz of chatter and clinking of silverware until the meal was over and it was time for the speech and toast.

“It’s not too late to stop him,” Jowd said to Alma and chuckled at Cabanela’s show of haughtiness.

“Not too late for some last minute revisions either baby,” Cabanela replied as he rose from his seat and called for attention.

He knew his speech well and it tumbled out effortlessly: nods and smiles from the guests, growing confusion at comments meant only for Jowd and Alma, Alma snorting into her drink, Jowd’s beard quivering with a laugh, and an exchange of smiles until he brought it back around to its end.

“And I am proud and honoured to call Jowd and Alma my dear,” he hesitated and the pause seemed to stretch before him infinitely. Not a problem. Juggle the words, a dramatic pause in a deliberate grand gesture, “…and most valuable,” he placed a hand on each of their shoulders, “friends.”

He stepped back and retrieved his glass in a broad sweep. “And so, a toast to our beauuutiful bride and groom! Love,” he raised his glass, caught Jowd’s eye and finished in a softer tone, “nothing like it.”

When he returned to his seat, he spotted the exchanged knowing look between Alma and Jowd and he couldn’t help the feeling that while he may have fooled the guests there was one pair here who saw right through him. Alas, they’d always been best at it.

The sudden desire to fade and slip away seized him. See them off to the dance floor, see his part complete and make a retreat. He was done. They didn’t need him here. Returning to the solitude of home seemed, if not exactly appealing, a safer route.

It would be simple. He could make the quick jaunt to Alma’s family home, leave a message, and call a cab. It would be expensive at this distance, but it seemed of little relevance. It would be a relief, wouldn’t it? The crowded room suddenly felt too stifling. So easy to end, yet he was caught between choices, caught in a web of his own making and how long had he let this happen?

“Cabanela?”

Jowd’s voice. He looked up to find himself now pinned to his chair under the couple’s warm gazes.

He couldn’t leave them. How could he? On this night of nights? This final night before everything changed.

He was ready for that change. He was, he was.

No, there was nothing more to do now but continue the quick one-two step to cover his tracks.

“Are you all right?” Alma asked. Worry coloured her tone and expression.

No, no, that wouldn’t do at all. He was better than this and he would only give them the best. He leaned forward resting his chin on one hand and grinned at Jowd.

“Only eyein’ the time. Ready for that daaance?”

It was about time, thank the gods for that. If his speech stumble told him anything it was that the jubilant atmosphere, the combined scents of perfumes, flowers and champagne, and the luminous presence of his – the bride and groom – had become too heady even for him. Yes, only that. Convenient and logical. Best to lose it all to the simple rhythms of the dance floor.

Jowd shook his head. “I was until reminded.”

“Be kind,” Alma said. “My toes came away unscathed last time.”

Cabanela’s hand hesitated over his champagne before he quickly switched to his water. Any more alcohol held far too much risk now.

“And a miracle it was!” he chirped, raising his glass to Jowd. “Nooothing like a magical night to repeat it. And I do beliiieve…” He peered across the hall and spotted the signal that the band was prepared. “They are ready.”

He hopped up. This was the way. This was a dance he could dance without any effort at all.

“Laaadies and gentlemen! If you’ll kindly lend your attention to the dance floor, it’s time for our happy couple’s first dance!”

Jowd and Alma rose to their feet. Cabanela bowed low with a wide sweep of his arm as a guide to the dance floor. He peeked up at Jowd’s face where one message was written plain as day: Help me.

You’re fiiine.

The music began as Alma took Jowd’s arm and they moved out to the floor. Jowd let Alma take the lead and even he had to admit they were off to a smooth start. However, it wasn’t long before Jowd found himself casting his eyes in Cabanela’s direction for reassurance. He knew this; they’d practiced and yet it seemed the floor had drained all past knowledge and turned his feet to lead.

Cabanela only nodded in Alma’s direction. Follow her lead.

I’m doomed.

He only got clear amusement and a shake of his head in return. Very helpful.

He spun Alma and caught her, flowing into the next step of their dance.

“You’re doing well,” she murmured.

So he was until he realized she was going in a direction he wasn’t expecting. What was supposed to come next?

A slight head tilt from Cabanela. To the left. A raised eyebrow. Don’t make me come over there.

Please do.

Only a barely concealed laugh in reply. Thankfully other couples soon joined them and he relaxed a bit.

“There,” Alma said, her eyes sparkling, “not so bad was it?”

“I believe that depends on your definition of bad.”

Alma grinned. “In relative terms?”

“Ha!”

Alma kept Jowd for the second dance, which went better, and the third, and if it wasn’t for taking pity on him and the need to still give another her attention, she would have been most happy to keep him all night.

She let Jowd retreat back to the tables and glided after him to stop by Cabanela, who to her surprise still lingered there. Here she thought she’d have to steal him away from any number of other dance partners.

“I still owe you a dance.” She held out a hand. “May I?”

Cabanela took her hand with a bow and beamed at her. “It would be my pleasure.”

They moved as one across the dance floor, whirling in a heady embrace. He dipped her and she thought to herself that it was rather a good thing he held her so securely or she might melt to the floor in utter contentment.

Their eyes met. His mouth thinned, but before she could react she was upright once more, he was all smiles and their dance continued as if nothing happened. She tried to search his face for any clues toward his thoughts and found nothing.

The song faded. Before she let him depart she reached up to cup his cheek and kissed the other. The gesture wasn’t as much as she wanted. She hoped it would do for now. Cabanela blinked, but any further expression was covered by an elaborate bow before they parted to whisk away other partners.

Suspicions confirmed.

Oh sweetie, I’ve never known you to be so blind.

Jowd was perfectly content to sit back and watch as Alma and Cabanela danced across the floor. He noted the kiss and smiled into his drink. She always had been the more forward one. Something, Cabanela once pointed out, was a very good thing or they might never have gotten anywhere.

Even apart, it seemed to him, they still moved in sync. Though, he noted with a quiet laugh, Cabanela maintained his distance from Alma’s grandmother. No surprise there. She had arrived, a disapproving organizational force to be reckoned with, and then met Cabanela: a clear case of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. As to who was what was not a debate he was willing to engage in.

Thanks for taking the heat off my back. He knew she still didn’t approve of his marriage with her granddaughter (he privately wondered if there was anything the woman approved of), however Cabanela proved a difficult distraction to ignore.

He had thrown himself completely into the wedding planning right up to the last minute details of today. Jowd hadn’t given it much thought. When they settled on a date Cabanela offered his assistance and ‘no’ hadn’t been an option. He wasn’t one to do things in small measures – never had been, Jowd mused. A carefree demeanour wrapped around a fierce intensity from the day he met him.

He passed his drink an amused smile. It hadn’t been the most favourable of first impressions. The man whirled into the lecture hall, loudly greeted anyone who would listen and tossed himself into a seat with such force Jowd had been surprised it didn’t tip over. He found himself surprised the man didn’t put his feet up on the desk right then and there and he very quickly found himself irritated with his airy conversations rapidly flitting from person to person around him. Uncharitable he knew, but he wrote him off as someone unlikely to last, all flash and little substance.

Only to be proven wrong with a quick wit and knowledgeable answers as fast as the crack of a whip.

He was a force of nature around campus, getting into everything and seeming to know everyone. Yet for all his good cheer and friendliness he was like a whirlwind, sweeping people briefly into his wake without ever getting close to anyone. He found it… odd. Even stranger was how he got caught in that whirlwind and was never released.

He had no idea how it happened, from distaste, to the occasional conversation, from not seeing him much outside of class for days until he was suddenly at his side chatting amiably about some new restaurant he found and why not grab dinner? Until the time spent together grew more and more regular and he found himself in a close friendship he could never have imagined.

Then he met Alma and two quickly became three. Before he knew it, he and Alma were dating, egged on by Cabanela himself, Cabanela who had become and remained a fixture in their lives.

Now they were here.

No small measures. After today and Alma’s comments, he started to wonder if there was more to it. Between the organization and heading off the unwanted demands of certain members of the family combined with their regular police work, Cabanela kept himself extraordinarily busy. It was only in the quiet moments signs of any cracks showed. Those were kept few and far between until today. Jowd got the impression he was bracing himself for something and his own words echoed back to him: he must know. Didn’t he?

Whatever the case a conclusion would be reached tonight and Jowd greatly looked forward to getting their quiet lives back, for a certain measure of quiet where work and Cabanela were concerned.

Alma parted from the swirling dance and sunk into the seat beside Jowd. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Are you going to hide over here all night?” she teased.

He looked down at her affectionately and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

“You can get away with it for now I suppose,” she replied as she settled against him.

Together they watched the dance floor and shared a laugh as Cabanela continued to pirouette across it, leaving a trail of winded dancers in his wake.

Then he too broke away and waltzed over to the pair.

“We’re missin’ the staaars of the show!”

Alma still leaned on Jowd, eyes closed. She peeked an eye open with a half glance at Jowd. “What do you say? Can you manage a last dance?”

“I suppose if I must,” he replied, his feeble protest lost in a smile.

Alma and Jowd stood. Cabanela appeared ready to toss himself into a seat, but Alma gripped his arm.

“You’re coming too. You can’t leave me with Mr. Two Left Feet again.”

“Ah, no rest for the wicked. Still need a guiiide?”

Alma inwardly sighed. “With us,” she said firmly.

She took both their arms and dragged them to the floor.

Jowd and Alma started, mirrored by Cabanela. They went through a few steps before Jowd spun Alma away and Cabanela caught her with a twirl. She let him lead for a measure before she stepped around him and nudged him playfully toward Jowd. Without missing a beat Cabanela caught hold of Jowd and they flowed into the next steps.

Alma stepped back to watch them with a wide smile. She couldn’t help but notice Cabanela drawing closer to Jowd at their next step. Their hands rested easily at each other’s backs and his stare fixed on Jowd’s face. She could back right off, she thought. Let them have this. Would they even notice? Unfortunately, before she could decide, Cabanela pulled back, extended an arm and, still holding Jowd’s hand, pulled her back in to rejoin them.

Some of the other dancers started watching, unnoticed by the trio. They were immersed in their own bubble of joy, spinning here and there, linking hands, passing each other off to one another before coming back together in a circle.

Then the song faded, the last of the evening and the party wound down at last. Jowd and Alma saw to thanking and seeing their guests off. And before they all knew it, they stood outside Jowd’s car in the cool night air and it was over.

The car felt strangely quiet after the boisterous night. Alma had slid into the back with a vague mumble about space for her dress and after a brief pause Cabanela opted for the front where eyes would be focused on the road.

Streetlamps flashed by in the dark, a steady monotony and Cabanela let his thoughts wander. A beautiful day and he would hold onto those smiles for a long time to come. Now it was time to go home. He’d make a cup of tea, get some sleep, and take care of neglected errands tomorrow. Prepare for work. Business as usual.

Cabanela frowned at the familiar streets they passed through and shot a look at Jowd.

“Must be gettin’ tired. You missed the turn.”

“Going home first,” Jowd said.

Jowd’s eyes were fixed on the road and it was too dark to make out much in the way of an expression anyway. Cabanela felt some of the tension he thought he left on the dance floor sink in. This wasn’t the plan.

They were supposed to drop him off and he would see them off into the sunset… or moonlight as it were – the point still stood. He craved the privacy of his home where he could bask in the afterglow of a job well done and pull himself back together, reorganize without interference.

But they were planning something and he’d been willfully ignoring it all day, as if he’d ever had any reason to doubt himself or his instincts before.

Was it possible to play one’s roles too well?

They pulled up to the house. Jowd exited and circled around to help Alma out. Before Cabanela could question him, he marched off toward the house without a word leaving him with Alma.

“You’re runnin’ out of your speeecial night,” Cabanela commented. So what exactly was he doing here?

Alma hushed him, looped her arm around his and herded him through their front door and to the sofa, all while wearing a smile Cabanela couldn’t find meaning in.

He wouldn’t say no to those welcoming cushions. Cabanela folded into the sofa and the simple act of doing so and being here drained away some of his tension. However, it wasn’t long before a different sort of tension replaced it. What were they up to?

“Haaappy to help with the wedding,” he said, “but playin’ chaperone is goin’ a bit faaar, isn’t it?”

Alma only shook her head, still wearing that mysterious smile.

They were playing some sort of game. He may not know these particular rules yet, but he could play the waiting game. He leaned back into the couch cushions and silently tapped out a rhythm against his thigh. Alma remained standing near and silent.

It didn’t take long before Jowd re-entered, holding a small and elegant white box. He would appear most solemn if Cabanela didn’t recognise the spark in his eyes or the twitch of his beard. A private joke.

Alma and Jowd exchanged a nod – a private joke between them – before Jowd knelt in front of Cabanela, Alma at Jowd’s side with a hand on his shoulder.

A joke, or something so much more. This wasn’t… they weren’t…

“We talked about a ring,” Jowd said.

Cabanela froze.

“But we both thought it wasn’t really your style and I caught you eyeing this.”

Jowd held out the box and he and Alma spoke together. “For you, our beloved.”

The familiar line carried away the rest of his scattering thoughts with it. He reached out automatically to take the box. All else was forgotten (including his ability to breathe it seemed) as he lifted the lid revealing a silver locket. It had caught his eye, though he never expected Jowd to notice – he’d have to keep a closer eye on him.

He ran a finger across the disk, not trusting his voice.

“Open it,” Alma prompted.

He searched for the groove, hard to see, but there, while admiring the item’s craft as a whole. It opened easily and he wondered if he would ever be able to speak again for the rest of this strange night when he saw the picture within. The three of them, on a day out they’d taken, a wonderful, joyous day.

He closed it with a questioning look at the pair who nodded, and he lifted it out of its box completely, letting the lamp light glint off the silver disk. A pretty thing and if he could remember how to attach meaning to words, so much more.

He settled for simple, light words that would serve as an easy cover for encroaching deeper concerns.

“A looovely thing. Not quite sure it goes with this suit,” he said. Or this day, their day or…

“Oh I don’t know,” Alma said as she perched daintily on the arm of the sofa. She surveyed him, her eyes suddenly professional as if he was a client. “With the right adjustments I think we can make it work.”

She leaned over and ran a hand down his suit jacket before unbuttoning it and nudging it open. With far less professional, and far more tantalizing fingers, she slowly undid the top buttons of his shirt.

Jowd circled around the back and lifted the necklace from his fingers. His hands were warm in contrast to the cool metal as he fastened the chain around his neck. He remained, his thumb rubbing against tense muscles.

Alma exchanged a glance with Jowd before she passed a thoughtful look over Cabanela and nodded with satisfaction.

“Perfect.”

He couldn’t easily look back at Jowd as was and wasn’t about to shake off that touch just yet, but Alma was still in his sights.

“I wouldn’t want to…” Gods how had it become so difficult to finish a sentence?

Alma shook her head with a gentle smile and spoke in a soft voice. “You’re not. You belong with us, if you’ll have us.”

His fingers brushed over the locket – the source of this sudden upheaval, yet strangely grounding for it.

“Sure knooow how to make a surprise,” he managed.

Alma’s smile widened and she leaned closer, her face now close to his. The question in her eyes was clear and before he could think twice he nodded.

Her lips closed over his, gentle and more welcoming than any kiss he’d known. Let it never be said he couldn’t put up a good showing and he tried his best through his still whirling thoughts (this was happening, this was actually happening) to reciprocate, even while he was still acutely aware of Jowd’s hand at his back.

They parted and Alma returned to her previous position, settling more securely on the couch arm while Jowd leaned over.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

Cabanela’s mouth curved, no longer able to hold back the spreading smile. He tugged at Jowd’s tie bringing him within reach where he could get a kiss to those pair of lips as well. His beard tickled in sharp contrast to Alma’s softness, glorious and no less welcome. The last of his concerns melted away leaving only a vague thought to add kissing to the list of unexpected things Jowd was good at.

They broke apart when the need for air won out and Cabanela looked between the couple, his couple.

“I’d saaay so, baby.”

First step to a new life indeed.

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Requested by anonymous: Being a big important part of the D.E.O but also really quiet and shy , resulting in people forgetting you’re there but Alex being intrigued by you, somehow ending up being her friend and also Kara, and Maggie too but like you’re even more close to Maggie and one night Kara almost drags you to a game night where you meet Lena, and Lena likes you immediately and Sanvers fangirling when you talk with Lena? Can you make it really platonic fluffy?

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(A/N): THIS IS NOT A ILLUSION I ACTUALLY MANAGE TO POST SOMETHING THANK YOUUU NEIGHBOUR WIFIIIII

After saving Alex’s life on a mission, she began to notice your shy presence here and there. You were behind almost everything in the D.E.O, helping in the infirmary, building new tech for the agents, helping Winn with the programs and sometimes, even advice J’onn. How could she not noticed you until now?.

Although you were a major help to the facility, not too many people noticed you were there, it was your quietness what made you invisible, and shyness being thrown into the mix didn’t help you either.

Alex started talking with you, more like trying. You would run away or just avoid her, too shy to even look at her in the eye. But Alex didn't give up, determined to know you better and maybe make a new friend. Slowly but surely Alex became your friend, you still didn’t talk much, but for Alex was enough. It is nice to have such a good listener as a friend, and you didn’t need to give her a long speech to comfort her, just a tiny touch on her arm or a gaze would be enough.

The older Danvers would spend hours in your office when the stress got the best of her, your quiet office helping her to relax, sometimes she would appear with a few boxes of food, commanding you to eat since you forgot sometimes, too immersed in your own world and work to function like a proper human. It’s good, having a friend like her is good.

The things got a little harder when Kara appeared one day along Alex to your office. The Kryptonian wearing the mighty costume that somehow intimidated you to no end. Alex had warned her sister about being her bubbly and energetic self, but Kara couldn’t hold herself, she wanted to meet Alex’s mysterious friend.  After a lot of help from Alex, Kara was able to be around you without making you feel distressed. A beautiful friendship with the Danvers had blossomed, and you couldn't be happier. You had to admit that at first, it was a nightmare, but with time, you got accustomed to their company, constantly affection and overwhelming energy.

It was almost impossible to neither Kara or Alex not to hug you or just being overprotective of you, they saw you as their little sister. And as their little sister, you got the chance to meet Maggie before all the Superfriends.

The police officer was by far the quietest of Alex’s friends, she actually talked you with a soothing and soft voice, always making sure to read your expressions and somehow learn sign language so if you didn't want to talk at all, then you two could sign. She knows how much you mean for Alex, she wanted to be on your good side, besides, she has a soft spot for you.

“Hey kiddo, how you’re doing?” Maggie said stepping through the door, giving Alex a little kiss, and walking to you. You were currently at Kara’s house, typing furiously on your computer, trying to create a new code to encrypt a few files for Winn.

“oh she won’t hear you, she’s coding” Alex said sitting on the couch in front of you.

“Oh, is she twitching?” Maggie said with a frown seeing you move your hands in a weird but repetitive way.

“she’s stressed” Alex said, sighing deeply.

“too much work?” Maggie sat beside her girlfriend, the two woman looking at you like worried mothers.

“yep, I already tried to stop her but she keeps typing, and I’m afraid that if I disconnect her computer she may kill me”

“want me to try?” Maggie said, her eyebrow-raising in a playful way, almost challenging Alex, knowing that she knows how to speak with you better than her, a thing that Alex is very jealous of.

“be my guest”

Maggie walks to you, taking a sit on the floor by your side, and poke your arm softly. You look a second to her, sending a little smile.

“Hey kid”

You nod, your eyes running through every letter and number on the screen.

Maggie noticed the dark circles under your eyes, and guess that you haven’t been sleeping and probably eating well.

“have you eat already?” She asks you, almost like a mother would ask a 3 years old child. Alex looking curiously at the both of you.

You nod and Maggie frown, knowing that you were lying

“don’t lie to me kid I can see right through you...have you eat?”

You shook your head this time, sighing deeply. You stop typing, your cold fingers tangling in your hair. You looked at her for a second, and then fix your gaze to the screen again.

“why don’t you take a break? I bought some food, you need gasoline to keep working” You smile a little and nod at her, making Alex huff.

“I don’t know how you do it, honestly”

“it’s easy Danvers...she loves me more” Alex gasp at this, and you chuckled hiding your face in your hands.

Suddenly a red cape could be seen on the balcony

“I’m home! oh hey!” Kara said rushing to hug Maggie.

“Hey Little Danvers”

“Alex?”

“in the kitchen” Alex shout, getting the food.

You fix your gaze on Kara, the costume still intimidating you a little bit, even though you know now that she’s harmless. Kara looks at you, making you shyly look away.

“I didn’t saw you there Y/N-Can I have a hug? just a short one? like a little tiny hug? for me? I know you love me-gimme gimme!” You lazily got up from the floor, looking at the floor, waiting for the Kryptonian girl to embrace you in a bone-crushing hug.

“she’s so huggable and squishy~” Kara said, not realizing that you were getting a little pale.

“Kara, love, she’s not breathing” Maggie said chuckling.

“Oh, sorry” Kara leaves a little kiss on your forehead and rush to the kitchen. Leaving you like a tomato. You were never going to get accustomed to so much affection

“I have good news y’all!” Kara said from the kitchen

“oh that’s never good” You mumbled to yourself, getting back to your typing.

“Hey I heard you!” You chuckled at the sight of Kara with shoving food into her mouth but with a grumpy face.

“what good news?” Alex asked. The ladies had gathered around the couches eating the food. Maggie sends you a “last warning” gaze, you sigh and lazily walk to the couch, and Maggie gives you a slice of pizza.

“eat kid, and what are the good news?”

“We’re having a party!!!” You flinch at the idea of going to a party, with loud music and a lot of strangers, a clear representation of hell for you. Kara saw the distress on your face.

“O-Oh but just us, just the superfriends-oh and Lena, Lena is coming too!” She said happily.

“Okay, when?” Alex asked, seeing that it was pretty late, 9 pm.

“Hmm a few minutes later than...now?” She said, knowing that she could decorate the whole apartment in a second.

“I should go then” You mumbled, standing up to grab your thing but Kara was faster than you and she grabbed your things.

“what? no, why? you’re part of the Superfriends” She said with pouting

“too many people” You said, looking at the floor, trying to avoid Kara’s cute face

“ow come on! , I’ve wanted to introduce you to my friends since we’ve met!”

“I‘ve got work to do-”

“you can do it here while we’re having the party” Maggie said.

“we can change it to game night” Alex said, trying to make you stay too.

“or we can do a game night, with monopoly and video games-you love video games!” Kara said, trying to think any other thing that may make you stay.

“If you don’t feel comfortable enough then you can go, at least stay a little bit, finish your work here and if you have a little bit of time, wave a hello to Kara’s friend and that’s it” Maggie said calmly, convince you to stay.

“...okay-” You couldn’t finish your words because a pair of Kryptonians arms were squishing the life out of you.

“YAY! thank you thank you thank you-”

“I still don’t know how you do it Sawyer”

“I’ve told you, she loves me more”

“we’re going to have so much fun! I’ll decorate everything!”

Kara’s friends were starting to appear, and you were beginning to get smaller by each step they took closer to you. Maggie was sitting beside you on the couch while you keep working on your computer, knowing that you may want to run away.

Winn was the first one to come,  a bottle of wine in his hand. He said hello to everyone and when he finally had to say hello to you, he just simply waves at you.

“Hey there Y/N, are you still working on the code?” You didn’t dare to look at him, but Maggie put her hand on your shoulder, somehow encouraging you to speak.

“Almost finished” You say, almost like a whisper, but Winn heard you.

“Almost finished? dude, It normally takes a week and it took you a day?! a day?!” You smile shyly at him.

“I’m impressed and slightly intimidated” He said walking to Kara

“she’s smart” He whispers to his Kryptonian friend. “Like...super smart”

James was the second one, the boy is big, and could probably crush your hand if you give him a handshake. By his side was this beautiful woman that you got used to seeing around the D.E.O, Lucy Lane. You’ve already work with her while she was the boss of the D.E.O.

The brunette didn’t wait for you to approach her, already knowing you're a shy persona. She embraces you in a short hug, smiling at you.

“Y/N, long time no see”

“Hi” You said playing with your hands.

“You keep being adorable shy I see” She said, in a playful tone.

James was the next approaching you, he shakes your hand, which he surprisingly didn’t break.

“Y/N, I’m James Olsen, it’s pleasure to finally meet you” You nod at him, sending him a tiny smile and going back to your sit beside Maggie that was now chatting with Alex.

“How you’re doing kid?” Maggie asked, seeing typing furiously again.

“I’m good” You said, focusing on the computer.

“Good enough to play monopoly?” Alex asked playfully

“..I-I’ve need to finish this-”

“What about the second round?” Maggie said. You weren’t answering so the two woman sending you a sad puppy face that you couldn’t resist.

“...Maybe”

“Okay, that’s enough for us, let’s go to teach these guys how to win Danvers” Maggie said, walking to the rest of the group with a competitive spark in her eyes.

“Wish me luck” Alex said. You smiled to yourself once they left, leaving you with your computer and an infinitive of numbers.

A few minutes later, a knock could be heard.

“Oh that must be Lena!” Kara almost sprints to the door, grinning when she saw her friend.

“Hey Kara” Lean embraced Kara in a hug, happy to see her friend.

“For a moment I thought I had to call Supergirl to get you” Kara jokes

“Although that would have been awesome, it would also be unnecessary, the traffic was surprisingly bad for being so late but I manage to escape”

“Hey everyone” Lena waved to everyone, earning their hellos

“We’re playing monopoly, you can play in the second round, right now I’m kicking Winn’s ass!” Kara said, with a little fist bump to the air at the end of her sentence.

“You’re not!” Winn protest.

Lena’s eyes found your tired figure, almost hidden in a blanket near the group. Your hair was making her impossible to see your face, but she could see your fingers typing.

“Who’s that?” She asks Kara

“Oh! that’s Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N she’s my friend, almost like a sister really” Kara said with a soft smile.

“Really?, well I should say hello then”

“Oh yeah, about that, she’s really shy so don’t worry if she doesn't talk to you, but she’s really nice once you get to know her better, just be gentle” Lena carve those words into her head, remembering to be gentle with you.

You were too immersed in your own world to notice Lena’s sneaky figure sitting by your side. Lena’s smooth voice makes you jump.

“Hello-Oh sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” She said with a smirk, now she could see your face, and even with the big dark circles under your eyes, you are beautiful.

You nod at her, awkwardly waving at her, making Lena chuckled softly.

“Kara told me you’re shy but I didn’t think you were so shy” You blush at this, not knowing what to say.

“But it’s okay, I found this really cute” Now you were feeling your cheeks flaming. You hide your face with your hair once again, hoping that the beautiful goddess by your side may disappear and stop being so nice to you.

“What are you coding? it seems advance” Oh okay, she’s not leaving, and it seems that she knows about coding which means she’s smart. If it wouldn’t be for the fact that you don’t know how to speak to people much less pretty girls, you would be happy that she stayed, but that’s obviously not the case.

“U-Uh...it’s nothing really-” You said, hiding further into the couch, not realizing that by doing it so, Lena was also getting closer to you.

“Well, it seems like something important...are you like a secret agent or something?” She said, whispering the last part, she was trying not to smile but it seems that it was impossible, a crooked smile hanging on her face was making you feel a little bit dizzy.

“I-I’m-no-u-um”

“I’m just messing with you, relax~” Lena said, with a playful smirk and Oh look at that! , you’re melting.

And Sanvers knew it, they were watching, especially Mama-bear Sawyer, it was pretty easy to see that Maggie could get all motherly with you, and honestly, that was something that Alex loves. The Sanvers duo was whispering about you two while the other started to prepare the things to round two.

“Hey guys, wanna play?” Kara asked you two with a popsicle in her hand.

You weren’t sure what to do, Lena, on the other hand, had a competitive spark in her eyes worst than Maggie, but her smile and those green eyes piercing your soul was making you want to jump out of the window.

“Um-” You stuttered not being sure what to do. Kara sends you an encouraging smile, really hoping that you say yes.

“Absolutely, Y/N is going to be on my team, right?” Lena said, looking at you with a big smile and pleading eyes. How could you be such a monster and say no? it was impossible!

“U-um..sure” Lena smile softly at you and grabs your hand leading you to the group, making your body stiff like a cement block, and your cheeks red as Supergirl’s cape.

She’s touching me, she’s touching me, she’s touching me, she’s holding my hand, she’s holding my hand!

“Awesome, come on!”

You knew a pair of eyes were on you but you didn’t even dare to breathe at this point. Those pair of eyes belongs to the Sanvers duo, that were almost dying at your moment with Lena.

“She’s holding her hand” Alex said in a whisper, Kara hearing and trying not to smile.

“I know, let her be” Maggie said, trying to seem calm, but on the inside, she was excited and happy for you.

“...They just sit and she’s still holding her hand” Alex said, pointing at the fact that Lena still has her hand holding yous. The Luthor thinking that it may give you a little bit of comfort, not knowing that you couldn’t even breath at the action.

“I know” Maggie says again, averting her eyes from the game to your red face.

“Oh she let it go-no wait!...she’s making her smile”

“I kn-”

“that’s it, I’m shipping this, sue me” Alex said, Kara at this point not being able to hide her laugh.

“Shh, let her be” Maggie whispers again, this time shoving Alex so she could stop staring at you and Lena.

“My baby is growing up” Alex said, faking to be wiping a tear away from her cheek. Maggie almost gasp at what her girlfriend said, she’s not your mother but she’s the closest thing you have to a mother and not Alex.

“Alex! she’s my b-”

“Are you guys ready?” Kara said, wishing that their gossip could stop

“Born ready” Alex said, still looking at your flustered persona, still holding Lena’s hand, while the young Luthor was whispering you her tactics to win the game.

Needless to say, you would not be able to finish your work tonight...not that you're complaining

THIS IS SHITTY BUT IDK BECAUSE I MANAGE TO POST SOMETHING

[avocatdelapoursuite]

so. I don't know. just. everything is confusing. I just don't feel comfortable? y'know? like nothing fits right and I don't like being called a girl,, it makes me feel super Bad, like sick and kind of d e sperate or sth I guess? I don't know. and like. I'm anatomically a girl I guess and like I've always let people assume I'm cis but I just? feel like I'm not. I think I'd be wayyy more comfortable identifying as nb and using neutral pronouns or presenting more androgynously but I don't think --

(cont) anyone would actually believe me if I tried to do some of that stuff… and like I’m ohhhkayyy with some feminine stuff, but then I feel like it disqualifies how I feel about being NOT a Girl. and I don’t even know if this stuff that I feel like is real?? like sometimes it’s not so bad and I can just kind of,,, ignore it and be FINE with being a girl but then other times it’s so so bad. and I kind of have to acknowledge that it’s something. but I don’t know what IT is.

(more cont) uhhh yeah so I don’t really know what I’m actually asking. I’m just. confused. and I don’t know how to deal with any of this stuff. argh. sorry to bother youuu. moral of the story I think is do you have any tips about coming to terms with gender id and etc etc. and how to deal with. things. especially when in a not-surrounded-by-super-supportive-people situation

(me again) yeah also feel free to just like. disregard all of these messages if you want. no pressure at all for answers. thankssssss

i want you to know that being confused is absolutely normal , and what you’re feeling is completely real. this may not be a popular opinion but you should explore your confusion, and coming to terms with your gender identity is Not something you are required to do, you can fluctuate everyday or every hour if u need,, only do as long as your comfortable, you dont have to present it to the world immediately 

if you want to come to terms with your identity tho, not bc you feel like you have to, i used to talk to myself when i was alone, ask interview questions about my gender, have fake conversations where i presented as non binary, just things that would ready me to talk to other people about it, like “how did you feel when she called you a boy?, you were happier wearing this, why did you stop? are you willing to risk that friendship if they wont understand where you are coming from?” even if i never ended up doing that. when finding a community is not possible, sometimes you work just as good on your own. 

identifying as non binary and admitting it to myself was a huge step, im not completely sure about it but im comfortable, im happy, and thats really whats important you know. and feminine things are not attached to an identity and doesnt define you at all

i understand no t being surrounded with supportive people, i know that really well. My advice for presenting yourself comfortably is if your in a safe enough environment, start slowly integrating your identity into your presentation,, there might be a better way of saying that,, but however you feel like you want to look or act, people will get used to it, even if they dont understand

i dont know how much this will help, i have a hard time articulating myself, but i hope you know people will listen to you, you arent alone i promise 

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Hii Bonneyy, How are youuu?? I don't know if you are taking requests but if you are, could you maybe do a little one shot where Juvia and Gray find out that Juvia can't have childeren??? I love your work by the way, you're incredible!!!

Hello, dear! I’m fine, thank you! And yes, you can send me requests, but sometimes the muse doesn’t get inspired, sadly. Sometimes she does, though, like now! Thanks for the prompt and I hope you enjoy what I wrote.

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Gray kicked himself internallywhile he wandered over Magnolia trying to find his wife. He shouldn’t have lether walk away on her own, she was so upset and told him she needed some time andto be honest, he did too, after the news they had that day.

It was still a bit fuzzy insidehis head, the doctor’s talk about intrauterine adhesions and trauma confusedhim. He knew their profession was dangerous but he never thought there would besuch consequences.

Earlier that day they went to seea doctor; after two years of marriage they decided to try and have a child. Tomake sure everything was alright, they got the appointment, which turned into anightmare not too long after. Apparently, Juvia couldn’t carry a baby becauseof adhesions in her uterus caused by some trauma during their jobs.

Gray couldn’t remember the lasttime he saw her so shaken up – Juvia had always been energetic, positive anddownright happy most of the times, so happy she usually managed to bring Grayback from any downs.

If he were true to himself, Graynever thought he’d get married and have kids while growing up. It was such aforeign thought for him that he grew used of being on his own when he wasn’twith his friends. Juvia changed that: she changed everything.

Juvia made him happy, happierthan he ever thought it was possible and it was enough for him. He didn’t needanything else, but she did. Her heartwas so big, she had so much love inside her she just needed to shower someoneelse with it so, she talked to him about trying for a child.

He knew he’d love their childrenas much as he loved her and after a few weeks wondering if he’d make a goodfather, he finally told her they could try. Oh, she had been so happy.Absolutely glowing until they found out the reality of their plans.

“Come on, Juvia.” He whispered,trying to find her and walking towards the park – he had gone to Fairy Tail butshe wasn’t there so he tried another places she enjoyed going.

Finally, by the kid’s playground,Gray spotted the lovely blue shade of her hair. She was seated on one of thebenches, watching the children and their parents as they played.

Sighing, Gray stepped closer tothe bench and even though he was certain she sensed him getting closer – shealways knew when he was around – she didn’t look away from the children. Graysat next to her, rested his elbows on his thighs and looked at her.

Juvia had clearly been crying forsome time and it broke his heart, he always hated her tears. He reached for oneof her hands and squeezed it, Gray saw her lower lip tremble.

“Juvia always wanted to be amother.” She whispered, fresh tears falling. “Since she can remember, she alwayswanted to have a big family, she grew up alone and didn’t want that for herchildren.” She sobbed. “I guess I don’t have to worry about that now.”

Gray pulled her into his arms asshe cried and felt his own throat close up, feeling some loss as well. Hekissed the top of her head and caressed her back, holding her close and tryingto help in any way he could.

“It’s alright, Juvia.” Graywhispered. “We will be fine.”

“How?” She asked and looked up,eyes shining with tears. “I can’t give you a family.”

Gray shook his head. “Don’t saythat. You and I are a family. Us and the Guild are a family. We will always bea family.”

“We were going to try to have ababy.” Juvia sniffed.

“I know.” He put a hand on hercheek. “And I know how much that meant to you. I can see it now how sad you arebecause of what we learned today, but Juvia… we’ve been through so muchtogether. We went to hell and back, but we always came out of it together.”

She shook her head. “This isdifferent. Juvia saw you were getting excited about having a baby too, it tookyou a while but you finally wanted it and now Juvia can’t give you that-” Hereyes widened in horror and Gray frowned in confusion. “Oh. Juvia can’t give youthat.” She whispered to herself and he saw how pale she was when she let go ofhis hand as if it burned her. Juvia got up from the bench, eyes still wide. “You-you need to be with someone who can.” Gray didn’t like the sound of that at all. He got up and reached for her,but Juvia took a step back. “No. It’s… it’s Juvia’sfault, not yours.” The blunette shook her head. “You could still get it ifJuvia’s not- Juvia has to leave-”

“That’s enough.” Gray said, angrily and a bit loud, he could seesome of the parents look their way in curiosity. “I know that you are hurtingright now, Juvia, I know, but don’t you say another word about leaving.”

Juvia cried harder. “You couldstill have it. Juvia wants you to have it.”

“Do you think I want any of thatwithout you?” Gray was exasperated and he got closer to her, not being stoppedthat time by her taking a step back. “Damn it, Juvia, I wouldn’t care for anyof it if you hadn’t showed me I could be happy.” He put a hand on her waist andthe other on her shoulder. “It took me a long time to admit it to myself andthen you this, but it’s you I want. In any way, I don’t care what happens.”

Juvia hugged him. “You don’t?”

“I don’t.” Gray was well awarethere was people looking their way, curious, and Gray never cared for publicdisplays of affection like Juvia but he humored enough, but that time he knewshe needed him. “And… I know it’s too soon, I know we still have to get used towhat we learned today and the idea, but…” He cleared his throat. “We couldstill have children, Juvia.” She looked up in question. “There are a lot ofchildren who needs a family and I think we could be that family.”

“You mean… adopt?” Juvia asked.She had so much love to give and any child they welcomed to their family wouldnever feel in want of affection, she would shower them with love like she didto him – she had saved him from himself. Gray, of course, would give them his love as well,like she taught him to.

“Sure.” He nodded. “I was kind ofadopted by Ur. If it weren’t for her, Lyon and I wouldn’t have learned magicand I would have grown up solely focused on revenge. I needed a family and shegave me one, even if it meant having Lyon too.” Gray added and Juvia rested herhead on his shoulder.

She thought for a moment. “Howwill we know?”

“We’ll know. We found each other,didn’t we? Or rather you found me and didn’t let go. Thankfully.” Shesnorted and he couldn’t help it but to feel a bit lighter at the sound. “Iguess we… well, I guess we just have to find the rest of our family. They areprobably waiting already.”

“Do you mean that?” Juvia lookedup in hope and Gray knew there was only one answer to that question. “You arenot just saying that to humor me? Truly?”

“I do.” He nodded. “I still thinkI’ll be a crappy dad sometimes but I will try to be a good one for that bigfamily you want.”

“We just need to find them.”

“We just need to find them.” Grayagreed. “Do you want to go home?” He asked after a few moments. “You must be exhausted.”

“I am.” Juvia agreed. “I have alot to think of. Or better yet, wedo.” She tip-toed and gave him a peck on the lips. “Juvia will probably not bein her best mood for a while yet while she gets used to the news.”

“We’ll manage. You had to put upwith my moody years, I think it’s time I return the favor.” Gray caressed herback. “You never gave up on me and I’ll never give up on you. We’ll do this inwhatever way you want it.”

“Thank you.” She told him and shedried her cheeks before she looked up, love clear in her eyes. “I love you.”

Gray smiled and kissed her, “Ilove you too” he whispered –  even afteryears of being together, he still found it hard to say it all the times, but atthat moment he knew she needed that further assurance and he was more thanhappy to give it to her.

No matter what, he’d be by herside like she always had been by his.

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AN: I didn’t want this story to be sad, I wanted it to transmithope. Of course, any woman who wants to be a mother would be upset if theydiscovered they couldn’t carry a child, but it doesn’t mean they can’t be mothers. There are many ways ofcreating a family and yes, sometimes we have to look for them instead of waitingnine months to have them. Love is what makes a family and we must never forgetthat.

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