#doesn’t cook but wants to host… what you eating then babe

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : STRAWBERRIES AND SOME.

WARNING : SMUT !!!! 18+

Huge thanks to my boo @harlowcomehome for this one and for helping me out 🤭🤭 I tell you every time how much I appreciate you 🤞🏼💜

Jack had suggested throwing a little BBQ with his family and close friends. He’s been on the road non stop, so he just wanted to relax and catch up with everyone.

Sadly the timing wasn’t right, because your house was getting remodeled so there was no chance of hosting at your place. Luckily, Urban, Sunni and Copelan were nice enough to offer their home.

Jack had texted everyone saying how he didn’t want you stressing or cooking due to you being pregnant. So everyone helped out and each brought a plate and Urban’s father gladly offered to cook the Pattie’s.

You were all finally seated, enjoying the company and just laughing at everyone’s crazy stories.

“Daddy, can I have somes?”

“Here you go baby.” You look up and see Jack handing Mia some strawberries.

You don’t know how you didn’t notice before, but this time you did and it got you feeling all kinds of things.

Jack goes to take a bite from a strawberry and notice how his lips are tinted red, how juicy his lips look and how hot he looked biting into it.

That goes on for two minutes max, but it was enough to get you going.

You reach out for your phone and immediately text him.

Wifey : Are you teasing me?

He doesn’t respond.

Wifey : Fuck that’s hot.

He still doesn’t respond, so you continue to blow up his phone.

Wifey : Wish it was me you were biting and sucking on like that.

Wifey : Babe

Wifey : Jackman, let’s go to the car real quick.

Wifey : I’m so wet, just seeing you bite into the strawberry like that, got me dripping.

“Y/N, who are you texting so much?” Druski pulls you out of your thoughts. , “You texting your sancho?.” He teases.

You look up, a little lightheaded and hot, so you laugh it off. “Oh yeah, sure.”

You notice Jack is looking at you with a confused and irritated look on him. His eyebrows are furrowed and he tilts his head to the side.

You look down to your phone and send him another text.

Wifey : Babyyyy, let’s sneak off real quick 🥵

Wifey : 🍆🍑 💦 JACKMAN, I need you baby.

You’re getting annoyed that he isn’t responding to any of your text messages, so you grumpily slam your phone on the table, turn to look at Jack, but notice he’s already looking at you but he seems annoyed, his vein on his neck popping out.

He stands up from his seat, and nods towards the house. “Excuse us, I need to speak to my wife privately.”

You quickly stand up and follow behind him, getting excited and nervous.

You two are on the side of the house, away from everyone.

“Baby, why didn’t you correct Druski? Who were you texting.?” He asks you, rubbing at your belly.

You noticed the tone of his voice, Jack rarely got jealous but when he did you caught on quickly.

You feel like ever since you got pregnant this second time around, he’s been somewhat territorial, with both men and women, it didn’t matter. He just didn’t want anyone near you, he wanted you all to himself.

You can’t help but smile and stare at his lips, he has a bit of strawberry juice on them, so you get on your tippy toes, and give him a quick kiss, but not without licking his bottom lip.

You pull back, smile at him. “Check your phone dummy.”

He raises his eyebrows but pulls out his phone from the back of his pocket. “You texted- oh? OHHHH?????”

“Let me fuck the earrings off of you?” You smile at him cheekily.

He’s smirking at you, “Let’s go then, what my baby wants, my baby gets.” He walks you both inside the house and into the bathroom, he quickly closes the door.

“In here?” You giggle as he sets you on the counter.

“Tell me, what did it for you?” He rasps, the eager smirk painted across his face.

“The way you were eating the strawberries, your entire mouth was sucking around it, and I just imagine it being me.”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s see how wet you are for me.” He spreads your thighs apart.

He pulls up your dress to your waist, and with his index finger he brushes your clit in one quick movement.

You whimper out, “J-Jack, no teasing baby, I c-can’t. Need you now.”

He continued to play with your clit “You’re wet, like” his breath hitches “really wet.” He quickly removes your panties, tossing them to the side.

“Please baby, I need you now” You look at him with begging eyes.

“Let me eat you like those strawberries?” He smirks, his dimple prominent which didn’t help the twitch you felt against your clit.

“I can’t wait any longer” you whined and Jack knew you mean business, ever since you got pregnant the most subtle things turned you on, and he wasn’t complaining. At all.

You reached for his pants, unbuttoning them as he sloppily kissed you. You could feel him coming undone already, as he let out moans into your mouth.

“Baby- you’re loud” you giggled and he did too.

“I can’t help it, you started it” he smiled.

“You did! You were eating those strawberries like that on purpose” you salivated as his dick sprung free.

He lined himself up, pushing his hips against you and pushing past your walls as you tightly hugged his dick.

“Boobs” he moaned and you were all but incoherent.

“Hmm?” You hummed but he was already lifting the remainder of your dress over your head. He hurriedly took your bra off, your boobs bounced freely in front of him.

Jack continued to thrust into you, but his mouth went from sloppily kissing you to sucking on your already sensitive nipples.

“Fuck” you exhaled, “baby, baby, I’m going to…” your voice was shaky and urgent.

“Don’t cum, don’t you dare” Jack rasped, he always challenged you to hold back. The sweat was forming in his hairline making his curls stick to his forehead and that image alone wasn’t helping you hold off your orgasm.

“I can’t, I can’t” you felt your legs trembling and your stomach growing hotter by the second.

“Whose pussy is this?” He moaned, he was panting in your ear.

His moans always made you urgently reach your climax.

“Your- yours” your voice trembled as you reached your orgasm. You threw your head back, and Jack continued to thrust into you chasing his own.

He was nearly ready to orgasm when the bathroom door flung open.

You yell out in shock, Jack mumbles a quick “Shit” and rushes to cover you up.

“We have a guest bedroom for that, you nasties.” Urban chuckles. He closes the door after a moment of realization of who was in there and what was happening.

You and Jack fix your clothes in place, and try to look somewhat presentable before walking out.

“Let’s hurry up and eat so we can get home.” He walks you both out of the bathroom. “After Mia goes down for her nap we’re going for round two and we’re not stopping.”

You smirk, “That was the plan baby.”

You two are walking back outside and sitting down at the table. You thought fucking him in the bathroom would calm you down but it only got you more hot and needy for him.

“Damn Jack, your wife fucked the earrings off of you?” Druski yells out, making everyone stare at you both.

Jack goes to touch his earlobe and smirks, “I guess she did.” He winks your way.

“Here you go baby, can’t have you losing them.” You hand him his diamond earring with a smile.

•••••••••

TAG LIST

@heavyhitterheaux @harlowsbby @arination99 @cmalass @jackharloww @minkookie95 @deannaard @jacksmoviestar @harlowcomehome @fdl305 @httpkoylinnn @xoxokiaraaxoxo @hoodharlow @automaticpeachsong @amethyst09 @aliciacat20 @allyson15 @gabbylovesreading @stefansalvatoresgf @violetdreamsworld @carma-fanficaddict @jasminxts @itsaaliyah2 @itsyagirljaz @harrycanyonmoonn @neon-lights-and-glitter @awhore4moree

[sugurus-slxt]

Hi! Can i ask for an emergency request for a tokyo revengers headcanons with an s/o who’s trying to recover from anorexia but is not skinny? (Im trying to recover from atypical anorexia (same as anorexia but you look “normal” or not as underweight) and i would like to feel less alone) if you could do chifuyu or kazutora would be great but any character is fine! Thank youu!! I love your writing

Tokyo Revengers Comfort – S/O recovering from atypical anorexia

A/N: Hi Hi Hi Anon. I’m really sorry you have to deal with this alone but you can reach out anytime I’m here and I’m sure so many other people would be willing to talk if you’d like to. I hope these little HCs help. I tried my very best I hope they make you feel less alone. Remember I believe in you and I’m sure both of them would be proud of you as well. ~ Love Sar-chan <3

Side Note: I am not as up to date on Tokyo Revengers as I should be and this is my first time writing for these characters so please bear with me. I apologize if they seem a bit ooc.

Lineup: Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanemiya Kazutora

Warnings: eating disorder, (atypical) anorexia

Matsuno Chifuyu

I think when Chifuyu finds out he’s in a brief amount of shock but he’d put that aside and pull you into a gentle embrace at once. He initially doesn’t want to let you go but he really takes moment to appreciate that you told him.

“Thank you for trusting me and allowing me to know. It must have been hard to but I want you to know up front I’d never leave you to deal with this by yourself, I’m gonna help you all the way ok,” he pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead, “I love you and we’ll get through this.”

He will ask you how you want to go about this at first; he wants to make sure you’re ok with all the steps you’re taking towards recovery. He wants to be involved but he also doesn’t want to push so sometimes he’d hold off until you tell him or he’ll find an appropriate time to ask.

Although he doesn’t want to bombard you with reminders he does so in your best interest but he’ll do it in many different ways. Sometimes it’s a text, he’ll set reminders on your phone or he’ll leave stick notes around the host.

The little reminders aren’t just to remind you to eat and drink water and take care of yourself; each one comes with a bit of encouragement and affirmation. Things like: You can do it baby I believe in you, You’re doing great I love you, and Have a good day babe, keep it up <3.

I think Chifuyu will make lunch for you before he leaves for the day and he’ll video call you and eat lunch together; he doesn’t miss a single one. If you come with him he’ll really want to feed you and do so with a blush across his cheek.

He makes sure you drink water in between so you don’t get upset and feel nauseous.

He never forces you to overeat but he always makes sure you’ve had enough.

Doctor appointments he always wants to take you, he wants to be there for support.

He’s really observant and reassures you often because he wants you to remember he is there for you.

------------

Hanemiya Kazutora

Kazutora kinda tears up he doesn’t want to believe it but he takes a minute and walks to you slowly wrapping you in the tightest embrace because he’s really sorry for not noticing.

“I’m going to do my best to take care of you and help you. I’m always going to be here, I- I’m so sorry I didn’t notice y/n.”

He’d do research because he wants to do this right, he cherishes you and he wants to make sure you know that.

I don’t think he can cook but he will learn to cook small things at first for you and he’ll pride himself on getting better. He looks at you every time you try something he’s made and will offer you a small smile.

He’s always checking up on you and asking if you’re ok and if you’ve eaten. He gets really worried because you’re always on his mind so sometimes he might be excessive.

Sometimes if you suggest something to eat he makes no fuss even if he doesn’t feel like it for him it’s a positive sign and he really just wants to make you happy.

He initially doesn’t know if you want him to come if you have any appointments and such but when you assure him it’s fine he sits and takes notes.

Kazutora isn’t sure how much you are eating but I think he learns to pick up on when you’re still hungry but are straying away. I think he’ll promise to treat you to certain things you want to do at the end of each successful week but sometimes he gives and even when the week doesn’t go how it's planned he’ll fulfill your wish.

If you call and say you’re feeling unwell or any type of way he’s going to drop everything and come to you. Kazutora is going to hold you gently and ask you what’s wrong he’ll spend most of the time listening. He’ll be careful of his wording because he doesn’t want to upset you.

He’s going to be there every step of the way and even if he isn’t present he’s finding out, he really wants to help you.

I’m hoped this helped and I’m sorry if it didn’t but my inbox is open if you need to talk. Remember I believe in you anon and thank you it means a lot to me that you like my writing and trusted me with this.

[carrotmakar]

Not Going Anywhere Without You

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k 

Summary: When Y/N finds out that she’s expecting, she’s scared out of her mind. She doesn’t know how she’s going to get through it all. She doesn’t know if Harry even wants to be a father. Fortunately, Harry’s more than ready to take a step back from the stage for a while to start the family that he’s longed for his entire life.

Warning(s): unplanned pregnancy, nerves, pet names, a brief argument (idek if you could call it an argument tbh), fluffiness, dad!harry

A/N: this is one of the pieces that have been on my mind since i saw the dadathon that @tbslenthusiast​ is hosting!! Everyone should go read the masterlist of submissions and join if you want to!! Also a warm thank you to @taintedwonder​ and @sunflowers-styles​ for beta reading/getting me through writing the whole thing!!! and @havethetimeofyourstyles​ for listening to me tell her about how i cried writing/editing this (ily jill) !!!!! 

Masterlist | Taglist | Request - Guidelines | Come Talk!

Reblogs help a lot and are greatly appreciated!!

*

There’s absolutely no way that this can be happening. 

She stares down at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test and has to hold back the sobs that are threatening to overtake her. How could this be happening? No. This simply just cannot be happening to her. 

Except it is. She’s pregnant. She’s carrying the child that she and Harry have created together.  The truly awful part though? She doesn’t even know how to feel about it. 

Of course, she’s excited. She’s happy. All she has ever wanted is a family with the man that she loves, but she's also nervous. She has no idea how he’s going to react to this. She doesn’t know how any of this is going to work. He’s in the middle of a world tour and she doesn’t even know if he’ll be done by the time she’s due. 

Hell, she doesn’t even know when she’s due. She doesn’t know how far along she is and the amount of unknown facts threaten to send her spiraling. 

What if he’s mad? What if he doesn’t want the baby? What if she has to do this alone? She doesn’t think she can be a single mother.

There are so many unknowns and there’s no way that she can do this on her own. For the time being, however, she knows she has to figure this out herself.  She’s in  their house in London while he’s in the States performing to thousands of screaming fans every night. There’s no way that she can drop this news on him in the middle of that chaos.

No, she reminds herself instead that he’ll be home in less than a month and she can tell him then. It’s better to do these things in person anyway.

Fortunately, that also means that she has a few weeks to calm the nerves that are coursing through her entire body. She also has that time to figure out how she’s going to break the news to him. She can’t just come out and say “Oh by the way, hey, I’m pregnant.” Can she?

*

“I’m pregnant.” The moment the words tumble out of her mouth she hears the excited squeal coming from her mother. 

She needed to tell someone about the news, and since Harry wasn’t an option yet, her mother had  automatically been her first choice.

“Baby, I’m so happy for you!” She shrieks through the phone and Y/N can see how excited she is even though the FaceTime quality isn’t great. The image of her mother all but jumping up and down from excitement brings a beaming smile to her face. “Does H know yet?” 

That question causes Y/N’s smile to falter and her mom immediately catches it. “Why doesn’t he know?”

“Well he’s not here and I didn’t want to tell him on the phone, and I don’t know, really. I just found out the other day and I guess I’m just a little scared.” She’s trying her best to not tear up, and the newfound hormones are not helping the cause, but the lump in her throat is letting her know that she’s not succeeding.

“Why are you scared?” Her mother questions softly, trying to get Y/N to open up about what’s bothering her without pushing too much.

“I’m not sure… just scared he isn’t going to be happy with me.” She’s surprised when her mother audibly scoffs at her words. 

“Y/N, sweetheart. If you really think that he’s not going to drop to his knees the moment that you tell him you’re carrying his child, you’re delusional.” She lets out a light chuckle before continuing. “He’s so head over heels in love with you that there’s absolutely no way that he could ever be upset over something like that.”

“Yeah but what if he’s not ready? He said he had wanted to wait a bit.” The tears that she’s trying so desperately to suppress are beginning to pool in her eyes and she wants to kick herself for letting this get to her again. 

“Honey, H is the only person I know that is completely, without a doubt, ready to have children.” The first tear rolls down Y/N’s cheek as she observes the way that her mother’s face softens at the mention of Harry being ready to start his family. “Y/N, the moment that you break the news to him, his entire life is going to get a million times better.”

She nods and knows in her heart that she has nothing to worry about. She continues to converse with her mom for a little while longer, moving on from the topic of the pregnancy and Harry. Her mother’s words had calmed her nerves considerably. 

After the phone call ends she decides to text Harry; it feels like they haven’t been talking as much recently, and she feels bad, knowing that her nerves have partially been the reason for that. 

Hey babe, how’s everything going? Where are you this evening? 

His reply comes in an instant, almost as if he had been waiting for her text.

St. Paul :) it’s been pretty great here! The show was great last night! Haven’t really done much lately though, it’s just been hotel room after hotel room and show after show. 

The thought of him sitting in his hotel rooms alone, more than likely nursing a drink to calm his post concert adrenaline, makes a frown appear on her face. She knows how he gets when he’s away on tour and has to watch everyone around him pair off and go out to enjoy the city that they’re stopped in. He hasn’t been up for going out as much recently and, despite her efforts, she doesn’t know why. He’s usually always up for going out to let the adrenaline run its course, but every time they’ve talked lately, he’s just been shut away up in his room. 

Why don’t you go out and enjoy the city with the band, sweetheart?

Feels wrong to go out without you, angel. Miss you being here with me.

Her heart clenches in her chest and she can’t help but feel guilty. He had asked (more like begged) her to come on the North American leg of the tour with him. She had refused, thinking that she needed to stay at home so she wouldn’t have to take so many days off of work. Looking back on it, she probably could have taken the time off  and not had to explain. It was just one of the things that seemed to happen when her boss had found out she was dating Harry Styles.

I’m sorry for not coming with you :( I miss you, though. So, so much.

The awful feeling in her gut doesn’t subside - in fact, it only grows stronger. She suddenly realizes that if she had said yes, she would be with him right now. Not only would she be getting him out of those god forsaken hotel rooms but she also wouldn’t be withholding the life changing information that she has.

It’s alright, love. I’ll see you in a few weeks and then we can be together for a while. No worrying about tour. 

The prospect of him being at home for a while, possibly even more than a year, causes excitement to course through her veins. Maybe if he’s home for long enough to where he can start raising their child with her, then he’ll be happier when she tells him the news.

I can’t wait until you’re back in my arms, bubs. I miss cuddling with you.

She can’t see him right now but she knows that - most likely - he’s got that soft smile on his face that he always says is reserved for her. He always does so when he lets himself take a moment and think about cuddling with her. 

You’ll get all the cuddles the moment that I’m home. Promise.

Their conversation doesn’t last much longer. With the time zones being so different and the two of them being in different countries, with their sadness eating away at them.

*

She’s in his arms the moment that he swings the front door open. The force of the surprise impact knocks him back for a moment, but he eventually regains his balance and wraps his arms around her. 

She sighs in content at the feeling of  warmth radiating from his body to hers. He’s always been warmer than her, but right now, after he’s been gone for months, he feels warmer than all the blankets she’s tried to keep herself cozy with. 

“Hey, baby.” He mumbles into her hair, not making any move to pull away or even shut the door.

“I missed you so much.” He can hear the crack in her voice and he immediately squeezes her tighter. 

“Missed you too, darling.” 

She’s the one to pull away first. She unwraps herself from his arms and moves to shut the door behind him. She avoids meeting his eyes knowing that he’s already sensed that something is going on. She never pulls away first, and she’s afraid that he’s going to notice and ask her about it. Hopefully, he’ll just brush it off as the fact that the door needed to be closed or that dinner still needed to be cooked.

Of course, he doesn’t just brush it off. “Is something bothering you?”

She turns away from him and begins to make her way towards the kitchen. “I’m fine, H.”

“Love, please don’t lie to me.” Her breath hitches and her steps falter. That’s the last thing she wants to do  but she knows if she looks at him and tells him what’s really going on inside her head, she’s going to completely crumble. 

“I’m not lying to you, honey. I’m fine.” He scoffs at her words. He knows they’re not true, but he chooses not to push her too far. If he continues to pester her about it, she’ll close herself off to him and then there will be absolutely no way that he’ll be able to figure out what’s bugging her. 

“Do you want me to cook dinner, petal?” He comes up behind where she had stopped and wraps his arms around her from behind. She immediately leans into him and he knows that all she needs right now is his love. 

“I can do it, honey. You’ve been busy lately.” She hesitantly turns in his arms and peers up at him biting her lip. 

Now seems like as good of a time as ever to tell him.

“H, can we maybe wait a minute on the food?” She tries her best to not let her voice waiver but she knows there’s a slight wobble that won’t go unnoticed by Harry. 

“Yeah, of course.” He keeps his arms wrapped around her and waits for her to make the first move.

She stands still for a few moments, barely moving an inch. She inhales but it’s shaky and she feels the tears bubbling up to the surface before she can stop them.  She tucks her head into his chest as the sobs that she’s been holding in for weeks escape. 

“Shh. It’s okay, petal. I’ve got you. Just let it out.” He smooths the small wisps of hair on her head and slowly rocks their bodies back and forth. The gestures calm her and soon enough the tears start to subside. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She sighs at his question and he’s scared that he’s crossed a line, that he’s asked too much of her too soon. He knows that he hasn’t, however, when she slowly nods her head and takes a step back. 

He releases his hold on her and she wipes the remaining wetness of her cheeks. She glances around the kitchen and Harry gently lifts her up onto the counter so that she won’t have to stay standing. 

“Um, so I have to tell you something.” She starts, and she busies herself with picking at her nails to avoid his gaze. “And I don’t want you to be mad, okay?” 

She still doesn’t look up at him, but she pauses, giving him the time to answer. After he hums his agreement, she takes a shaky breath and continues. “I didn’t plan for this to happen, I promise. I just… I don’t know… somehow it happened and I just… this is terrifying. And I’m probably making absolutely no sense right now, I’m so sorry.” She can feel the lump in her throat returning yet again and she buries her face in her hands to take  a minute to breathe.

Harry hasn’t moved from the spot that he was in. He feels like his feet are stuck to the floor. He can’t come up with a reasonable guess as to what she could possibly be talking about and it’s making him more nervous that being on stage does. 

“It’s okay, baby. Take your time.” He doesn’t want her to feel like she has to rush to get the words out. 

“Um, so, I know you’re on tour and you have a career that doesn’t slow down for anyone, which is why when I tell you this I want you to know that you don’t have to stick around for it. I can do it on my own, okay?” His stomach drops when she says that, but he doesn’t say anything yet. “I’m… I’m pregnant, H. Like I said, you don’t have to help if you don’t want to, you’re terribly busy, and---

“Y/N why would you even say that?” He tries to hold the harshness back, to not snap at her right now, but the fact that she thinks he wouldn’t want to be completely present in his child’s life makes him see red. 

“What do you mean?” She’s suddenly on alert, the tone of his voice taking her completely by surprise. 

“How could you even let the thought cross your mind that I wouldn’t want to be around? You know me, love.” He’s trying his hardest to not let his emotions take over because honestly, he’s not entirely sure if he’d start yelling or break down sobbing. 

“Harry, you’re a singer. Your entire career is touring the world. Singing is your dream, and there’s no way that I’m going to ask you to give that up.” She didn’t think that he would be offended by her giving him an out, but by the cracking in his voice, it’s clear she’s never said something more hurtful to him.

“Yeah, music is my job, and I love that. But my dream, Y/N, the thing that I want more than anything in this entire world, is you.” His voice catches in his throat and she finally looks up at him. He looks broken, like the things she said, the things she thought would help, really just ripped his heart into shreds.

“H, I really can’t ask you to give that up in any way.” She wants to give in, to say that everything will be fine, that he can take time off of touring if he wants. The rational part of her, however, the part that remembers asking him to give this up to any extent could make him resent her, fights against it.

“Baby, listen to me, please.” He pleads. “You’re not asking me to do anything. Regardless of whether or not you want me in our child’s life… which I pray to the lord that you do, I’m taking time off after the tour. I want to spend time at home, with you, with both of you.” He gently cradles her face in his palms and strokes her cheek with his thumb. 

“Are you sure?” She doesn’t want to keep fighting him on it. All she wants is to raise the family that she’s wanted for her entire life with the most extraordinary love. 

“Absolutely.” He promises.

He bends slightly so that his face is directly in front of her stomach. “Daddy's going to be here for you and Mommy every step of the way, bub.”

*

Thank you so much for reading lovelies!!!!! Again, reblog the pieces that you like and don’t be afraid to leave feedback!!

Permanent Taglist - @spidey-reids-2003​, @jackiehollanderr​, @scarletsoldierrr​, @thewayilookatbacon​, @parker-barnes-af​, @lost-in-the-stars03​, @kisses-holland​, @josiemara​, @god-knows-what-am-i-doing​, @fanficscuziranout​, @akila-stilinski​, @babebenhardy​ @write-from-the-heart​, @slytherinambitious​, @miraclesoflove​ @quaksonhehe​, @dummiesshort​, @sleepybesson​, @sunshine96love​, @itstaskeen​, @wotamelonsugar​, @fallingfordolans​, @missleahlin​, @urbandcal​

Harry Styles Taglist - @alwayshave-faith​, @hufflepuff-always-and-forever​, @sucker-09​ @just-chillin-out-in-me-box​, @macksmedicine, @xo-spidey​, @theresthingsthatwellneverknow, @shawnieeboyy​,

[morganaspendragonss]

this is not a temporary love

Dinner is growing cold on the sideboard and TK seems to be halfway through what must be his hundredth apology when his phone pings, drawing everyone’s attention.

“He’s not coming,” TK says flatly, not looking up at them. “He says he’s sorry, and he’ll make it up to us.”

title from temporary love by ben platt

ao3 | 1.4k | 2.11 spoilers

The dinner is growing cold on the sideboard, where his mom had insisted it be left until Owen shows up, and TK’s glances towards the door are growing less and less subtle. Carlos is trying to stay calm and keep things from turning sour, but there’s a slow anger pulsing through his veins, getting stronger the more time ticks on.

Tonight is so important for them - for Carlos, especially, because being able to host a dinner with his boyfriend and their parents had seemed like a faraway dream for so much of his life. He’s been so afraid of everything going wrong, and Owen’s tardiness is doing nothing to assuage his fear, particularly as he knows Owen hates being late.

He sighs and tries to tune back into the conversation, placing a hand on TK’s knee, which has started to bounce underneath the table. TK seems to be halfway through what must be his hundredth apology when his phone pings, drawing everyone’s attention.

Carlos watches with bated breath as his boyfriend practically sprints to grab his phone, his heart sinking at the way his face twists as he reads the message.

“He’s not coming,” TK says flatly, not looking up at them. “He says he’s sorry, and he’ll make it up to us.”

“Did he say why?” Carlos asks. TK wordlessly shakes his head, before he’s distracted by another message, and his expression changes to one of panic. Carlos rises, taking two steps towards his boyfriend. “Babe?”

TK chews on his lip, gripping his phone tight in his hands. “He- He said his lungs are causing him some trouble. I don’t… Carlos, I…”

He shakes his head again and Carlos walks over, taking his hands in his own. He tilts his head to catch TK’s eye, dropping his voice so it stays between the two of them, very aware that his parents are watching everything unfold. 

“He’s okay, TK. If something were really wrong, he would have called, not texted.”

“You’ve met my dad, right?”

Carlos grimaces; TK has a point. “So you call him, then,” he suggests instead. “I’ll get dinner on the table and you can check up on him, then we’ll go from there if you’re still worried. I’m sure it’ll be okay, though.”

TK hesitates a moment, then nods, flashing Carlos a small smile. “Thanks.”

Carlos smiles back, squeezing TK’s hands once before heading back to his parents. 

“¿Está todo bien, mijo?” his mom asks, sending a worried glance in TK’s direction. Her concern for him sets off something warm in Carlos’s chest - this is another thing he never thought he’d get to have, and it still feels surreal, even now.

“Sí, sí,” he responds. “Owen had surgery this week and he’s not feeling well so it’ll be just us tonight. I’m just going to get dinner sorted and then we can start.”

“Te ayudaré,” his mom declares, and Carlos is powerless to stop her as she accompanies him into his kitchen. Not that he wants to really; he’s missed cooking alongside her more than he realised and her presence and support is a comfort right now. It all feels so natural, and it’s almost enough to draw his mind away from Owen’s glaring absence and TK’s worried murmurs in the background. 

Almost, but he can’t help but sneak glances behind him to try and gauge the situation. TK has started pacing and his lip is probably bleeding from how hard he seems to be biting down on it, but it doesn’t look like he’s actively freaking out, so Carlos takes it as a sign that nothing’s badly wrong. He sighs in relief, startled when a hand lands on his arm. He looks over to his mom, who smiles gently at him before, without warning, shoving plates into his hands.

It’s so normal that Carlos could laugh. Or cry. Possibly both.

She swats at him in a good-natured gesture to get moving. “Go on,” she says. “I fear your father will start eating the tableware if we don’t feed him soon.”

Carlos laughs and heads over to the table, seeing TK doing the same. He raises his eyebrows at him but TK just shakes his head, an unreadable expression on his face as he drops into his seat. A second later, the charming smile from before is back on his face, bright enough that it’ll probably fool his parents for the rest of the evening.

But not Carlos. He can see the tightness in TK’s expression and he files it away for later, to bring up when his parents are gone and they no longer have an audience. For now, though, he’ll just have to content himself with being by TK’s side, a silent show of support.

*

Any nerves Carlos might have had about the evening are gone by the time his parents leave. Dinner went smoother than he could have ever imagined, his mom even managing to extract TK’s full name from him despite Carlos’s exasperated requests for her to leave it be.

“What?” she’d asked, rolling her eyes at him. “I’m curious.”

TK had laughed, stopping Carlos before he could protest again. “It’s okay,” he’d said, before turning to his mother. “It’s Tyler Kennedy, but I’d really prefer it if you just called me TK, Mrs Reyes.”

“In that case, I’d really prefer it if you called me Andrea, TK.”

Carlos still half feels like he’s dreaming, especially when his mom whispers in his ear when she hugs him, “I really like him, mijo.”

His dad is more taciturn, but he still gives Carlos an approving smile and nod - which, when it comes to his dad, is everything. Carlos can’t get his grin off his face as he lets them out, turning to TK as soon as the door shuts behind them.

“That went well, right?”

Except, now that they’re alone, TK’s façade has dropped, his shoulders slumping heavily. He still manages a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, his voice sounding incredibly tired as he says, “Yeah. I really enjoyed it, babe. I’m beat, though; do you mind if I just go to bed once we’ve cleared up?”

“Of course not,” Carlos replies, his worry spiking. “Everything okay?”

He nods, and Carlos knows it would do no good to call out the lie right now. They clean up the room in silence, TK stacking the dishwasher and rinsing the glasses while Carlos wipes down the table and surfaces.

TK kisses his cheek briefly before trudging upstairs. Carlos waits a few moments, straightening things that weren’t really out of place to begin with so that TK can have some time alone, then follows his boyfriend to their bedroom, leaning in the doorway. TK is sitting on the edge of the bed, head braced in his hands, but he slowly raises his gaze to Carlos’s, his heart breaking at the despair in them.

Carlos immediately goes to him, allowing him to slump into him. He rubs his hand up and down his arm in a soothing motion and waits.

“My dad’s hiding something from me,” TK eventually mumbles, a surprising bitterness in his tone. “Again.”

“Why do you say that? Do you think he was lying about not feeling well tonight.”

TK shakes his head. “He sounded a bit hoarse on the phone,” he allows, “but it was more than that. I can’t really explain it, but I’m sure there was something he wasn’t telling me and I don’t know how to get him to talk about it.”

“It could be nothing,” Carlos suggests, not really believing himself even as he says it.

“Yeah, right,” TK scoffs. He sighs heavily, extracting himself from Carlos’s arms to flop back on the bed. “I thought we were past this. I thought we’d finally gotten through to him.”

“These things take time, babe,” he says, smiling ruefully. “We can’t expect things to change overnight.”

TK sighs again. “I know,” he says quietly. A few beats of silence pass, then he sits up suddenly, grabbing Carlos’s arm to steady himself. “I’m sorry, I’m making this all about me again.”

“No -”

“Carlos.” TK grins, though there’s still something wan behind it. “I really did enjoy tonight. Your parents are great.”

Carlos can’t help but smile back, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend. “They like you too, you know. I expect you’ll be getting an invite to Tía Lucy’s soon.”

A brief look of terror crosses TK’s face, but Carlos kisses it away, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. They fall back onto the bed together, foreheads pressed together, and Carlos allows himself this moment to breathe.

For the first time in over a decade, a weight lifts from his chest, and he knows everything will be okay.

[wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl]

Hey! I just discovered your blog and I was wondering if you'd be okay doing a Lance tucker x reader where they get in an argument but it has a fluffy ending where they're closer than they were before? Maybe they confess their feelings to each other? I totally understand if you're not able or comfortable to write this.

Merry Christmas! 🎄🤶🎅🌲🎁

Authors Notes: Hey! I hope this is something similar to what you were looking for. They’re expressing their feelings in some way, just maybe not the way you’d think. I hope you like it!

Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: Arguing, swearing, insinuation of possible cheating, and some downright shitty friends.

Word Count: 3K

Trouble in Paradise

(Not my gif)

_______________________________________________

It was New Year’s Eve. The year had been stressful to say the least but even worse, Lance’s buddies were coming over for a party. It’s not that you didn’t like his friends. Well, it was that. You didn’t like them. Ever since you and Lance got together three years ago, they have done nothing but try to convince him to date hotter women. “Date” being a loose term.

Overheard conversations during football games and dart/pool games and the basement went something like this.

“Oh, come on Lance you saw the chicks you used to pull. They were smokin’. Why don’t you just live again? Or better yet, you don’t even have to break up with her! Just, you know, tell her you got competitions and when she doesn’t suspect it, book a couple hotel rooms. What’s the harm?”

“Lance, buddy, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you don’t exactly have a trophy wife. Aren’t you the one with the gold medal? Shouldn’t you be looking for a gold medal wife instead of a bronze one?”

“I like her Lance, I really do, but remember that Victoria’s Secret model you hooked up with regularly like 5 years ago? What was her name... uh... Serenity! Yeah, why don’t you give her a call. You guys seemed to really click.”

The worst part of it all was they never really got to know you. They brushed past you while you cooked some food for them in the kitchen. You and Lance took turns cooking but somehow you always found that you were cooking when his friends were coming over. You had never really put much thought into it, until tonight.

“Honey! I’m home from the gym!”

You were making taco dip, guacamole, homemade Mac and cheese, and Buffalo chicken dip for the big party. You ordered pizzas, subs, and other sides to top it off. You never knew how much 8 men could eat, until you started cooking for 8 men.

Lance came up behind you and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “How’s my pretty girl doing?”

“Fine, I guess.”

You both knew you weren’t fine.

Lance sighs loudly. “Angel, what is wrong? You know I just want to help you.”

“We can talk about it later. Right now, I just want to get in my cooking zone and not think about anything.”

Lance puts his hands on his hips and stares at you authoritatively.

“Well, I’m gonna go quick grab a shower and come back down to help you finish cooking before the boys come.”

“Sounds good” you said with a half-smile. You were dreading tonight.

_______________________________________________

True to his word, Lance came down and helped you finish cooking the rest of the food. It remained quiet for most of the time you spent together. Lance could feel the tension in the air but didn’t want to ask again if anything was wrong before the party. It was New Year’s Eve, he was supposed to be celebrating with his friends, not trying to start a fight with you.

You were infuriated Lance didn’t bother to ask you why you were so upset. You always felt second to his friends, why is that? The first year you were dating it wasn’t like that. You were the center of attention in all regards, you didn’t want to be, but he treated you like the only girl in the world. Now?

“Hey babe I’m going out with the guys I’ll see you tomorrow.” You knew full well he would drunkenly slip under the covers at 3AM. Why was he out so late? What was he doing?

“Sweetheart the guys are coming over to play pool do you mind ordering us some pizzas?” Why couldn’t he do it himself?

You really did not mind that Lance had friends. You encouraged him to hang out with them even though they said horrible things about you, but enough was enough. There’s hanging out with your friends, and there’s being with your friends 24/7, leaving your girlfriend to stay home and watch movies by herself.

After you finished cooking you went upstairs to the bedroom to watch a movie. By yourself.

Surprise, surprise.

You heard the front door open for the first time tonight. You wondered if any of the guys would bring over their girlfriends or “hot dates.” You didn’t know if that would relieve your stress or infuriate you even more. If they did bring someone, they wouldn’t be so focused on it being a “boys’ night.” However, if they did bring someone, why couldn’t you come downstairs to hang out with them?

You heard a slap of hands exchanged and what you assumed to be a half hug after it.

The men continued to pile in around 8PM. Some of them brought a date, but others didn’t. However, you noticed one of the guys brought two girls. Why would he do that?

You decided to put on some nice clothes to go downstairs. Other men were bringing their dates, and this was your house. You deserve to celebrate too.

You worked your way down to the basement, wanting to spend time with your definitely above average looking boyfriend. You were so happy to call him yours, even though he frustrated you to no end sometimes. From what you overhear, he never sticks up for you.

You strutted over him and placed your hand on his back gently. He quickly turns around, angry almost and begins to say something “I told you I don’t want.... oh, hi baby.”

You looked at him confused. What was that about?

“Hi... what’s uh, what’s going on?”

“Oh nothin’. Just Evan and I got into it earlier about something and I thought he was coming to bother me about it again. But then I turn around to see your pretty face and that doesn’t even matter.”

He brings you in for a tight hug and rests his chin on your head. You loved him. You loved him so much.

Out of nowhere Evan comes up behind you, noticeably drunk, the scent of liquor oozing off of him. There’s a girl attached to his right arm. She’s tall, slender, and blonde. You thought she was too attractive for Evan, until he started to speak.

“Lance, meet my girl Lindsay here. She’s really interested in you and wants to talk to you about your gold medal.”

You can’t say this never happened. You were used to women throwing themselves at Lance. You were always so proud to call Lance yours, but other women wanted that opportunity as well. It got so bad to the point where women would send random lewd photos to his work email to gain his attention. It never worked thank god. Every time you saw pictures like that you got suspicious, but every message read “don’t you want to see what you’re missing out on?” or something to that degree. Lance was always patient and kind with you about it, knowing you were easily frustrated and cautious of him because you knew what he was like before. However, you knew he wouldn’t cheat on you, and he always has an explanation if he thought you were ever worried.

“Excuse me?” You said looking at Evan.

“Come on Y/N. Let the man have a little fun.” Evan retorted.

“This isn’t letting him have ‘a little fun.’ Letting him have ‘a little fun’ is hosting this party, not you trying to actively encourage him to cheat on me, right in front of me no less.”

Lindsay sneers at you. “Who are you? Get in line sister. Evan told me I would get to talk to him.”

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief.

“I don’t know if I have to spell it out for you, if you can even spell, but I’m his girlfriend.”

“Y/N come on baby it’s not that big of a deal. She just wants to talk to me about my gold medal that’s all.”

“The gold medal you won in the Olympics or the one tattooed around your dick Lance?”

“I’ll only talk to her about the one I won in the Olympics and you know that.”

You had had it. You were so incredibly tired of Lance never sticking up for you when it came to situations like this. You never threw a fit when his friends would make stupid remarks, but this was the last straw.

“I don’t care anymore Lance! Talk to her about your dick tattoo. Hell, let her even see your dick tattoo close up while she’s sucking you off. I’m done.”

Without giving him a second glance. you turned on your heel and walked upstairs to grab your car keys.

Lance sprinted up the stairs after you, shouting your name. You didn’t care. You ran to the garage and hit the button to open the door. Lance thought you went to your room, so he sprinted to the third floor thinking you were there. He finally realized you were actually leaving when he heard the start of your car. He saw you back out of the driveway like a bat out of hell, and all he could do was watch from the window.

_______________________________________________

You drove to the nearest diner, hoping they would be open even though it was New Year’s Eve. Thankfully, they were. You always comforted yourself with food when shit like this happened. Who doesn’t love food? You can’t say that entirely though. You also tended to starve yourself in situations like this as well. Neither coping mechanism was healthy, but it got you through it.

You ordered a breakfast meal, quickly glancing at your phone to see if anyone had texted you.

24 missed calls from Lance❤️🥇

You knew he was worried about you, but you weren’t ready to call him back yet. You knew he couldn’t come searching for you either, all of his friends still being inside, waiting for the ball to drop. This was going to be the first year you and Lance wouldn’t kiss at midnight, all because of his stupid friends who hate you for no reason.

You ate your meal as you saw Ryan Seacrest introduce one artist after another on the television.

The clock was nearing midnight. You didn’t seem to care. You contemplated going to your friend’s house, knowing they would gladly accept you and support you, especially when they knew how much of an ass Lance’s friends could be. You decided against it, not wanting to bother anyone.

You glanced at your phone again.

28 missed calls from Lance❤️🥇

Not only that, but it had looked like he texted you as well.

“Where are you going???”

“Y/N???”

“Baby come back here please I’m very upset and I want to talk”

“Baby please come back and talk to me.”

And about 15 other messages similar to those.

You were heartbroken. You wanted to go home, but you knew you needed to stand your ground.

As the many thousands of people in NYC count down to the New Year you sat and ate your bacon and pancakes.

Lance saw all of his buddies laughing and having a good time. He couldn’t have a good time until he knew you were safe and that he would have everything fixed. He knew he fucked up big time, but he thought you were overreacting to the extreme. Was it really that bad you needed to leave right away?

His annoyance throughout the night grew as Lindsay began to pester him about his interests.

“Lindsay, I don’t know how to tell you this in a nice way, so I won’t. I have a girlfriend. She’s the sexiest, smartest, and sweetest woman on this planet, and that’s all that matters to me. Now please, go bother Johnny or somethin’.”

Lindsay didn’t like that. So much so, she dumped her whole glass of whiskey on his brand-new Nike shoes. He didn’t care she was upset. All he cared about was you.

Evan came back up to Lance for the last time of the night.

“Heyyuh pal. I didn’t mean to make your lady run out on ya.”

“But you did Evan. You fucking idiot, you stupid fucking fucker. You ruined this night for not only me, but my girl who is probably out sobbing to her friends about how much of a shit boyfriend I am. And you know what? I don’t blame her. I deserve it.”

“C’mon man don’t be so *burp* hard on yourself. Hey, at least you can go have fun with Lindsay eh?” He says while wiggling his eyebrows.

Lance was fuming. “Evan if you don’t get the fuck out of my face, I’m going to floor you in about 6 seconds.”

Evan held up his hands and backed away, finally getting the hint he was becoming a nuisance to not only Lance, but the party itself.

He listened to all of his friends count down to the new year in a drunken haze. He slouched over the home bar, drinking himself into a stupor with his seventh gin and tonic. He didn’t care about any of the calories he was consuming. He didn’t care about anything. He knew he wouldn’t have his Angel to hold and kiss into the new year. He wanted nothing more for this night to just end.

_______________________________________________

You snuck back into the house around 4AM, hoping Lance wasn’t awake. You drove around for hours after the ball dropped, the diner closing at 1AM anyways. You listened to 80’s music, calming yourself down. Music always helped you meditate.

As you slowly closed the door you saw Lance sitting miserably in his recliner. He was no longer drunk. Just incredibly depressed.

He turned to look at the door, hoping that the door opening and closing wasn’t just some sleep induced hallucination. As soon as he realized it was you, he jolted up and ran to give you a hug. You stuck your arm out before he could reach you.

He looked devastated.

“I want to talk Lance. I-”

“No, no I fucked up. Let me do this. I have been shit. I have been absolute and utter fucking garbage to you when it comes to my friends. I let them talk to me like I’m still a bachelor. I know you overhear the things they say, and it hurts you. And I let them do that. I don’t know why. I have no reason. It was so fucking stupid of me. You have to know I don’t want any other woman on this planet. You’re my day and my night. I would be lost in this depressing ass place of a world if it wasn’t for you my sweet Angel. My beacon of light.” He stopped his rant briefly to cup your face and stare into your eyes lovingly.

“It all stops here. No more stupid guy shit. You’re my number one and you deserve to be treated that way. If any of my friends continues to disrespect my baby, they’re out. I don’t care who they are and how long they’ve been around. You’re my baby. You’re the only thing that matters.

It felt like a weight had just been lifted off of your chest. You loved him. You really did.

He pulled you in for the tightest hug that he could have possibly ever given. He kisses the top of your forehead for what seems like a hundred times.

You look up to him while he’s still embracing you.

“I like Johnny. Johnny can stay.” You say with a smile.

“Keeping Storm it is, got it.” He returned with a smile.

A lightbulb goes on in Lance’s head. “Oh! Come here, come here, come here. I saved this for you.”

You follow him into the living room, your hand wrapped in his. He flicks through the TV menu, clicking to find the recording from earlier.

It was the ball drop.

“I recorded this for us. I didn’t want to miss kissing my baby into the new year.” He said with a smile.

“Lance Tucker, you are the sweetest man alive, do you know that?”

“C’mon, you know I’m still an asshole. I just have my moments.” He says with an eyeroll.

You slapped his chest playfully as you both slightly laughed.

As the seconds ticked down to midnight for the second time of the night, Lance stared into your eyes with the most love you have ever felt from a person.

“10!”

“Where did you even go anyways?”

“9!”

“Our spot.”

“8!”

I’m gonna take you on the best date there ever was. Just you wait.”

“7!”

“I’ll be counting on that Tucker. A promise is a promise.”

“6!”

“I’m really good at keeping promises.”

“5!”

“Oh really? Just like that time you promised to give me a castle made out of gold?”

“4!”

“You’re still getting that y’know.”

“3!”

“What other promises have you kept huh?”

“2!”

“I promised to love you forever. And I always will.”

“1!”

“I love you too, Lance.”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

He kissed you with a ferocity you didn’t know existed. He took your bottom lip into his mouth and held it there for what seemed like forever. Forever was okay though, as long as you were with him.

Lance finally broke the kiss, pulling away softly and cupping your face in his left hand. He whispered.

“Check your cardigan pocket.”

You looked confused. He knew you would be. You felt a tiny box in you right hand pocket. It was covered in felt. You slowly pulled it out to see that it was a ring box. You opened it and it had a ring pop inside.

“Ha-ha. Very funny Tuc-”

You looked down to see Lance on one knee. Holding the most beautiful ring you had ever seen in your life.

“I’m going to love you forever, Y/N. Will you marry me?”

You were stunned.

“...Yes.... oh my god, YES!”

He smiled, standing up and wrapping his arms around you as fast as he could.

“I’ll love you forever too, Lance.”

[tomuras-doormat]

Liar (Part 2) - Keigo Takami x F!Reader

Sorry this took so long to finally get this written and published. I didn’t have the motivation for awhile and I wanted to make this one longer than the first one. Please forgive me for the wait! Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Cheating Part 1  Part 3

You had woken up around 9:30 am the next morning. You spent your mornings cooking breakfast for yourself and doing a little cleaning around the house. However this morning was different. Keigo was in the kitchen making breakfast, it shocked you a little. Keigo always said he liked when you cooked the meals because he liked the sight of you being domestic. Keigo turned around and smiled at you. “Hey there baby bird, I made your favorite.” 

You stared at him in confusion. It’s not like you’re upset about him cooking for you, you were more confused on why he was. You walked up to him and put the back of your hand to his forehead. Keigo turned around a bit and smiled. “What’s up baby bird? Something wrong?” There was something in his tone that you couldn’t quite pick up on but you gave a warm smile. “Nothing honey..” you said softly. Keigo smiled and went back to cooking. You didn’t know why he was acting so domestic, but you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it. What girl doesn’t want their boyfriend to cook for them from time to time?  You smiled at the idea of Keigo possibly being home more often to cook for you. “What’s all this about?” you asked. Keigo hummed to himself, completely ignoring your question. You sat down at the table and looked at you phone, a frown coming to your face as you open your phone to a figure of you and Keigo. 

You had completely forgotten about last night, but now that you remembered you had to think of a way on how to bring it up to him. Think of a way that you could talk about this without it ending in a big fight. You swallowed hard and set your phone down. “Did you eat the chicken I bought last night? I was gonna take it to your office but I figured you’d be busy..” you said softly. You looked up quickly as you heard Keigo scoff. “Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, I know you saw last night.” You eyes widened, how could he have known? You made sure you were as quiet as possible. You started to panic as Keigo let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry baby bird, I’m not mad. Actually I’m quite happy you aren’t mad. You really love me, huh?” So he wasn’t mad at you. You smiled and nodded your head, “Of course I love you! I don’t want to be with anyone but you Keigo!” The blonde nodded his head and hummed softly. “I’m glad you think that because, even if you did want to leave-” 

He paused to turn around and look at you, a creepy smile spread across his face and a scary look in his eyes. 

“I wouldn’t have let you.”

✰ ✰ ✰ 

Keigo had spent all day being extra cuddly with you. It was weird having your boyfriend be around during the day but you weren’t about to complain. It wasn’t often you got to spend time together like this so you weren’t going to waste it. You two were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, don’t ask for the name cause you don’t remember. It was some cheesy romance horror movie. “You remember Endeavor right?” 

How could you not remember the number 1 Hero? 

You nodded a bit and looked down at Keigo. “Well he’s hosting a party later tonight and I want you you go with me.” the blonde said smiling up at you. You eyes widened. “Tonight..?! What time..?” You had to make yourself somewhat presentable if you were going to be in front of so many heroes. “Oh don’t worry babe. We can show up whenever. Why, you trying to impress someone?” You shook you head quickly as his eyes narrowed. “Of course not honey! I only want to impress you..” you said softly. Keigo smiled at your eagerness and laid his head back into you lap. “I know baby bird, I was just teasing.” You looked back up at the TV and ran your fingers through his hair, the movie has already ended, but Keigo was quick to choose a new one. This time he chose a Sci-fi movie, some alien invasion movie. So many thoughts were running through your head you had no intention of watching the movie. 

What dress are you going to wear? Will you have time to shave your legs? What if you people ask you questions about you and Keigo..?

You remember Keigo saying he didn’t tell any Pro Heroes about you two being together to keep you safe. Do you say you’re just a friend? You shook your head a bit. You couldn’t think about that right now. You didn’t know when the party started, but if Keigo wasn’t worried then you shouldn’t be either, right? You looked down at Keigo again and smiled as he nuzzled his head into your plush thighs. You were so happy to be with him that you almost forgot that he even cheated on you. Almost.

✰ ✰ ✰

You were running around the room trying to find the perfect jewelry to match your dress. Keigo had picked out your dress while you were taking a shower and honestly you were happy he did. You wouldn’t have to waste anytime picking out a dress for yourself. It was a beautiful long purple dress that had mesh layers of blue and pink that almost made it seem like it was glowing. It had little flowers over the midsection and a corset backing. 

Rummaging through your jewelry boxes you finally found a pair of earrings and a necklace that fit the dress perfectly. They were dangly golden earrings with butterflies on the end, the inside of the butterfly being filled with a light pink stone. The necklace matched the earrings perfectly and added nicely to the dress. You walked over to the closet and looked through your shoes. Your eyes landed on a pair of glittery silver heels and you smiled. They didn’t exactly match the dress, but it didn’t matter because the dress would cover the shoes perfectly. You grabbed the pair of heels and walked over to the bed. You sat down and looked up as the door opened. You smiled as you saw Keigo, he smiled backed and walked over to you. “Wow, you look beautiful baby bird.” You blushed and looked down, strapping up the heels. 

“You look handsome as well honey.” you said as you stood up. Keigo was wearing a black suit with a light purple tie that matched your dress. It’s been so long since you’ve dressed up and actually gone out with Keigo. Excited was too small of a word to describe what you were feeling. “Let’s go babe or we’ll be late” Keigo said as he took a hold of your hand. He lead you out of the room and took you through the house, all the way to the front door. He grabbed the keys and opened the door for you, stepping out into the chill air of night you brought your hand to wrap around your arms. Keigo stepped out of the house and closed the door, “Hope you don’t mind flying tonight baby.” You gasped as he picked you up princess style and took off into the air. We were seriously going to fly there? We couldn’t take a car or something?! You clung onto Keigo’s jacket and closed your eyes tightly.

It’s not that you didn’t trust his flying or anything, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to put you in harm. He already tried that once and it didn’t end well. You sniffled and looked up at him as you felt him rub your back. Keigo wasn’t looking at you but you could still see the smile on his face which brought a soft smile to your own. You laid your head on his chest and looked around at the buildings. There were no stars out because of the bright city lights, but it all still looked so beautiful. 

After a couple minutes of flying, Keigo finally landed in front of a tall building. He set you down gently and trapped your hand in his, guiding you into the beautiful building. So this is what Endeavor’s Agency building looked like. Of course it was decorated for the party so it wouldn’t normally look like this. You looked around and swallowed hard, man there was a lot of people here. Keigo chuckled as you grip tightened, “Don’t worry baby bird, I’ll do all the talking.” You looked up at him and nodded a bit. “Now smile babe, gotta look pretty for everyone, right?” You flashed Keigo a soft smile and he rubbed your cheek, “Good girl.” 

✰ ✰ ✰

You lost him. You two were walking through a crowd when your hands got pulled apart. So there you stood; frightened, alone, and trembling in the middle of a large crowd. You took and deep breath and looked around. First step is to get out of this crowd. You go on your tippy toes and look for any noticeable features. You eyed up some large windows and you began your small journey through the crowd. If you could get to a clearing then you could find Keigo or he could find you. 

As you wiggled your way through the crowd, soft mumbles of “excuse me” and “sorry” left your lips the whole time. You did it though, mission accomplished. You moved as far away as you could from the crowd and looked around. Where could he have gone? You’d yell for him but you were too afraid to. What if he thought you went off on your own so he just continued on his trip? You walked over to a table and saw it had all kinds of drinks and food on it. There were bottles of alcohol on the table but you knew Keigo would have a fit if you drank, at least without him. You scanned the table and decided to have a couple of chocolate covered strawberries. You’ve had regular ones, but you’ve never had ones with chocolate one them. Keigo said chocolate was bad for your skin. 

You looked around and made your way to an empty couch. It was a pretty red velvet couch with golden trim. You sat down on the couch and ran your hand around the arm, feeling which direction the velvet was soft and which was rough. You jumped a bit as someone landed on the couch roughly, moving it back a bit on the one side. You turned to look at who had landed so hard and your eyes widened. It was Keigo, and that girl from his office was on top of him. You froze as you watched their intense makeout session. You opened your mouth but no sound came out, it was too dry. You look down at the floor and bite your bottom lip. Did today mean nothing to him? Were all the “I love you’s” fake? You looked back over as you heard the slight clanking of Keigo’s belt. Everything burned. Your chest, your eyes, your throat, everything. Keigo probably wouldn’t notice that you left the party until he was about to leave. He’d get pissed if you went home and you knew he would. You shakily stood up and slowly made your way to another empty area of the party, a small area next to the large staircase. 

You sat down on the ground and pulled your knees to your chest. You buried your head into your arms and started to silently cry. If Keigo liked her so much why didn’t he just leave you?  It’s not like you had anything special. Your body wasn’t even half of what hers looked like, she had to have a good income to afford what she was wearing; unless Keigo bought it for her as well. You lifted your head up and wiped your tears away, Keigo would get angry if he saw that you had been crying. You laid your head on your arms and sniffled as the image of those two played on loop in your mind. It’s been about 3 months since you and Keigo were intimate last, did you stop when she came around? Was she really that much better? Who were you kidding, of course she was. She was perfect in your eyes and his. 

It had been about 3 hours and you fell asleep where you were. It was uncomfortable but you still managed to fall asleep. You groaned as you felt light tapping on your cheek. You rubbed your eye and looked up a bit; Keigo. “Hey there baby bird, is this where you’ve been hiding?” he said with that stupid smile on his face. You looked down and nodded a bit. “Well the party is ending so how about we head back, that sound good?” You sniffled and looked up to see him holding a hand out to you. You took his hand and he pulled you to your feet. “Hey what’s wrong baby bird, something upsetting you?” asked the blonde man. You looked up at him and shook you head, “No, everything is ok..” you said softly. “Then smile for me pretty girl, you know how much I love when you smile.” he said with that same fake smile. You flashed him another soft smile and took his hand in yours.

“Good girl.”

. . * . * . . * .✰☾ Tags ☽ ✰. * * . . * . * . .

@darkbonklightkid​ @soft-levi-girl-blog @shadoweepingscream @the-cosmic-dreamer

[spencers-renaissance]

baby, you’re my new years’ eve

Summary: You and Emily are hosting a New Years’ Eve party for all of your friends, but she’s acting a little weird. You finally find out why when the clock strikes midnight.

Tags: fluff, nye fic, proposal, getting engaged, domesticity, romance, flirting, day in the life 

Pairing: Emily x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

It’s almost 10am by the time you get back from your morning errands, laden with bags and a dusting of snow decorating your coat. You shrug out of your coat and scarf, peel off your gloves, and kick off your boots as you venture further into the house you share with your girlfriend, a warm safe haven from the frozen wind outside. All the Christmas lights the two of you had put up together a few weeks ago are turned on, and the warm and happy feeling settling in your chest only intensifies when you shoulder the kitchen door open to see Emily awake and drinking a cup of coffee at the table.

“You’re up,” you smile, knowing that Emily likes a lie-in on her days off, and she damn well deserves it, too.

“You’re back,” she echoes, a matching bright smile lighting up her face. She’s still in her pyjamas, a dressing gown thrown around her shoulders, and her hair has been let down from its bun, a slight curl to it after having slept with it up. She looks absolutely beautiful, naturally.

“I am.” You walk further into the room and put your bags down on the kitchen counter, beginning to unpack them. “I picked up some stuff for the party tonight, but I also got you breakfast.” You grab a plate from the cupboard and load it up with the pastries you’d bought from the local bakery, sold to you by the baker who knows both you and Emily by name.

“Oh,” she gasps in delight. “Have I told you lately I love you?” She reaches eagerly for the plate to place it on the table before reaching around for a kiss.

“You have,” you confirm, amused, “you tell me every day, Em.”

“Because it’s true,” she nods with wide eyes through a mouthful of almond croissant.

Laughing, you grab yourself a plate and a few pastries before joining Emily at the table. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Mm, it was a bit broken,” she admits, not quite meeting your eye for some reason. “But I made up for it with a little lie-in this morning.” Emily never sleeps badly at home. She’s always said that sleeping in her own bed with you wrapped around her is the best sleeping tablet she’s ever tried, but you don’t dwell on it too much.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you say sympathetically. “You could always have a nap early this afternoon. Need to be in the best shape for partying the night away.”

“Yeah, I might do,” she says, looking back up at you. “If I start to feel tired I’ll try and sleep. Anyway, how did you sleep, Y/N?”

“Like a baby,” you smile. “Woke up early so I thought I’d beat the New Years’ Eve rush to buy up the rest of the snacks. Plus, pastries for breakfast… can’t beat that.”

“You definitely can’t,” Emily says, a smudge of icing on her lip. “Thank you for doing that, sweetheart.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, leaning over to wipe the icing off with your thumb, kissing her for good measure. “Icing,” you explain with a grin as you pull away.

“Ah,” she says knowingly, winking at you before leaning back in for another kiss. “Right, come on. Finish your breakfast and we’ll get on with the day.”

The rest of the morning is spent in the kitchen. You’d decided that as much of the food on offer at the New Years’ party the two of you had planned should be homemade as possible, which meant a fridge full of baked goods you’d already prepared but a short list of items that still needed to be made. It was a bit of an undertaking, but it kept you busy. Despite having known the rest of the BAU for years and having been fully incorporated into their family, you still get nervous before each gathering. Being surrounded by powerful, smart, successful FBI agents was always going to be intimidating, no matter how much you considered them your friends.

“Emily, please don’t stick your finger into the butter and then plunge it into the sugar,” you sigh, a little exasperated as your girlfriend shoves her greasy finger into her mouth for the third time.

“What?” she asks, pretending to be insulted. “It tastes good.”

“Yeah, it’s also not very hygienic,” you point out, rolling out the cookie dough.

“Oh, please, what’s a bit of my saliva when you kiss me everyday anyway?” she asks.

“Well, I might think that,” you reason, “but I’m not sure our guests will. Unless you’ve been running around kissing them, too?” You point your rolling pin at her accusatorily as you wait for her response.

“No!” she cries, kissing you in promise of her devotion. “I only have eyes for you, baby. By the way is it too early to have a glass of wine?”

You roll your eyes at that, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a fond laugh. “It’s 11am Emily,” you giggle. “What’s got into you this morning?”

“Nothing,” she says defensively. “I’m just… excited for the party later.”

“Hmm, okay,” you say dubiously, raising an amused eyebrow in her direction. “In that case, you get started on the samosas. Fry up the filling I prepared and roll out the pastry for me? Then all we need to do is put the chips in later on and set it all up.”

“Anything for you, baby,” she smiles, kissing your cheek before getting on with her assignment.

You work together with your ‘happy’ playlist playing over the kitchen speakers for the next hour and a bit to get all the food ready, and by the time the samosas are being fried, you’re both in desperate need of a sit down. “Right, let’s order something to eat and watch an episode or three of Parks and Rec before we need to get ready and set up, how does that sound?” Emily asks as you both begin the mammoth task of cleaning up the bombsite of a kitchen.

“I don’t know, Em, we have so much food in the fridge,” you say, worrying your lip at the decision.

“Yeah, but it’s all for the party tonight, you don’t want to eat it now,” she says, reaching for your hand and squeezing it comfortingly. “Come on, we’ll tidy up afterwards. I’ll order in some UberEats and we’ll relax for a little while. We deserve it after all this.”

“Okay,” you relent, offering her a grateful smile and letting yourself be guided to the sofa by Emily’s hand.

“You’ve done an amazing job at making all this food, sweetheart,” she says warmly, running a hand through your hair. “You should rest for a bit now so you can properly enjoy tonight, yeah?” She tucks a blanket around you and hands you the remote before she pulls out her phone to order you both some lunch.

Sandwiches eaten and two extra coffees polished off, you get started on setting up the house for the party. The leftover decorations from Christmas make the house bright and pretty enough, so it’s fairly easy to make the house look welcoming, but you still have to sort out the food and drink, move the furniture, and put away the valuables. Not to mention getting yourselves ready.

“Everyone’s arriving at 8, right babe?” Emily calls from the kitchen as you move the coffee table to the side in the living right.

“That’s right,” you call back. “But Spencer and Penelope will probably be here early.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Emily says, walking into the living room and leaning against the doorframe as you finish pushing the table aside to make the room more accessible.

“Does this look okay?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips as you survey your living room.

“It looks great, baby,” Emily reassures you, pushing off the door and pulling you into a side hug as you both look at the decorated room. “The Christmas tree is still up which makes the whole room look lovely, and the New Year banner is nice, too. It’s absolutely perfect for what we need it to do.”

“Okay,” you agree, turning to the side to press your face into her neck, kissing her briefly before pulling away again. “Let’s tidy away the expensive stuff and then go and get ready, yeah?”

“Y/N, there are like 15 people coming and nobody’s gonna get off their tits; we don’t really need to put this stuff away,” she promises, but it’s to no avail.

“Well, I’d rather be safe. Even tipsy people can do some damage,” you point out, putting Emily’s mother’s vase in the cabinet along with a few decorations from the mantle.

“Fair enough,” she agrees, heading into the kitchen to continue tidying up after your earlier cooking adventures. You join her a moment later and the two of you work quickly to do the washing up, tidy the counter, and put the dishwasher on. You’re soon looking at a spick and span kitchen, nearly party-ready, and you smile at your girlfriend in satisfaction. “Looks amazing, doesn’t it?” she smiles back at you.

“It does indeed,” you nod. “It’s only 4. You wanna sit down for a bit before getting ready?”

“Absolutely I do,” she says. “Wanna nap with me?”

“Please,” you sigh, grabbing her hand to lead her down to your bedroom. The two of you ditch the trousers and bury under the covers, setting a timer for an hour before promptly falling asleep.

“Want me to wash your hair?” Emily asks as you both stand under the hot jet of water. Your favourite part of moving in with Emily was definitely the shower; you’d moved from a flat with a from a tiny bath and shower combo unit to a beautiful house on the outskirts of DC with a large walk-in shower and the best water pressure you’d ever experienced; it was quite the upgrade.

“Only if I get to do yours afterwards,” you grin, leaning in for a rather wet and soapy kiss.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says, spinning you round and pouring a generous dollop of shampoo into her palm, lathering up your hair as she massages her fingers into your scalp in a delicious massage. You can’t help but lean into the touch, just as you always do with Emily, making her chuckle fondly. “Feel good?”

You just let out a happy moan in response, sighing as the water washes the shampoo away and Emily quickly applies some conditioner. “Your turn,” you say, doing the same for your girlfriend as she sighs appreciatively.

You both shave your legs and underarms quickly before finishing up in the shower and towelling off next to one another in the spacious bathroom. “Right, it’s 5.30,” you say, checking your phone while Emily wraps her hair up, “so we’ve got like… two hours, probably, until Pen and Spencer show up.”

“Plenty of time,” Emily says breezily, waving her hand in your direction as you open the bathroom window to air out the humidity.

“Still, better to be early rather than late,” you say pointedly, grabbing Emily’s hand and dragging her away from her perch by the radiator and into the bedroom.

She hums as she drops her towel and peruses her wardrobe. When she turns back around with the dress she plans on wearing, you don’t bother to hide your blatant appreciation. After all these years you’re still somehow blown away with how sexy Emily manages to be. “Naughty girl,” she gasps in mock admonishment. “We don’t have time for that. Your words not mine.”

“Life’s tough,” you sigh heavily, walking over and squeezing her ass lightly, taking great pleasure in making her jump as you pull out the dress you’d decided on earlier in the week. “What do you think?” you ask her.

“It will look absolutely gorgeous, Y/N,” she promises, kissing your cheek. She passes you your bathrobe and pulls her own on as you both head to your adjoining dressing tables to sort out your hair. “Straight or curly?”

“Hmm, straight, I think,” you reply, “you know I love your natural hair. I’m gonna go curly though, so we’ll compliment each other perfectly.”

You put on some music and get ready together in tandem, and it goes about as simply as it can when Emily’s involved. You only have three make-up brushes chucked at you and her desk isn’t a total disgrace by the time you’re finished, so you take it as a win. It’s just gone 7 by the time you’re both dressed up to the nines and ready for the party.

“You look… breathtaking,” Emily says dreamily as she drinks you in, kissing you gently so as not to smudge either of your lipsticks.

“Thanks, Em,” you say shyly. “You look absolutely beautiful, too.” She’s wearing a gorgeous full-length black dress with a deep v neck line and a slit in the right leg. She’s a vision next to your colourful outfit and bright makeup, always complementing one another in just the right ways.

“Right, well, if we both look amazing, it’s time to set out the food, isn’t it?” she asks, winking at you as she leads the way out to the kitchen, shutting and locking the door behind you to prevent any stray party guests from wandering in.

The next hour passes quickly and soon guests are spilling through the door, brightening the whole house with their chatter and laughter, getting started on the wine and party food. Emily is marginally quieter than usual, but you brush it up to her just being tired, especially when she’s roped into a conversation with Hotch and Rossi and immediately perks up.

The whole of the BAU team is here, along with your best friends and the few Couple Friends you and Emily had made over the last few years that made you both feel far too grown up and sophisticated. Your friends quickly mingle in with the rest of the guests, though, which was your biggest worry, so with that relief you let yourself relax and enjoy the party.

Spencer and Penelope snag you into a conversation, plying you with champagne and the samosas you’d made with Emily earlier until you properly let go and enjoy yourself. “Wait, Emily made these?” Spencer asks, slightly incredulous at the idea of his most chaotic friend being even somewhat capable in the kitchen.

“She was supervised, don’t worry,” you laugh, biting into one delicious samosa after another.

“I wish I could cook,” Spencer says as he accepts another one from Penelope’s proffered plate.

“Aw, I’ll teach you baby genius,” Penelope grins. “But I once watched you try and put a croissant in the toaster, so you may be a lost cause.”

“Hey, that was when I’d first joined the BAU,” Spencer protests. “It was the first time I had a salary and could afford such luxuries, you can’t blame me for not knowing what to do with it.” His defenses fall on deaf ears, though, as you and Penelope laugh loudly at his expense. “Derek will defend me,” he eventually mutters before running off to find his boyfriend.

You and Penelope chat easily for a while, introducing her to a few of your friends as you orbit around the downstairs of your house. Eventually, you cross paths with Emily again, who still looks a little tense and quiet. “Hey,” you say, catching her arm and subtly drawing her to the side. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah, of course,” she says, plastering on a smile you know is fake. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just enjoy the party, okay? We’ll talk later.”

You can’t really enjoy the party when the back of your mind is continually worrying about your girlfriend, but you’re able to circle around the house a few more times, chatting with all of your guests as everyone tucks into the alcohol and food. Before you know it it’s nearing midnight and Emily’s in the corner of the kitchen having a serious-looking conversation with Hotch.

Tentatively approaching, you tap Emily on the shoulder. “Everyone’s gonna watch the ball drop in the living room,” you say. “You coming?” You try and smile as encouragingly as possible, taking her soft hand in yours.

“Yeah,” she says, looking a little flustered and you can see a little sheen of sweat on her forehead, “yeah, of course, baby. Let’s go.” She hands her glass of champagne to Hotch in a sort of weird gesture that has you furrowing her eyebrows, but nevertheless she grips your hand firmly and you swan into the living room which is already housing most of the guests, everyone chatting and laughing loudly. The sight of so many people you love and adore has you smiling warmly, and you press your arm up against Emily’s, resting your head on her shoulder as the 2 minute countdown begins.

“I love you so much, you know,” you whisper, just for her to hear in the loud, excited room. “I can’t wait to spend a whole other year together. I feel so lucky to have you.”

She moves her neck slightly causing you to lift your head and you’re met with a happy, excited smile, all traces of the nervous Emily that had been swanning around the party all night disappeared. “I feel even luckier to have you, sweetheart,” she murmurs. “You have no idea.”

You both lean in for a kiss which is quickly interrupted by Derek. “Bit early, ladies,” he calls across the room, “it’s not midnight yet.” He’s got Spencer curled up under his arm on the sofa, resting comfortably next to JJ and Penelope who have also cuddled up together. Hotch and Rossi are standing by the Christmas tree rolling their eyes fondly at their agents.

Emily responds with a purposeful middle finger and a well-practiced sneer, but Derek can’t reply because soon the room fills with a swell of noise as everyone starts to count down.

Everyone cheers as the new year is rung in, but as you turn to kiss Emily, you’re instead faced with her on one knee, offering an absolutely beautiful engagement ring. You gasp loudly, gaining everyone’s attention and everyone stops their celebration as a happy, expectant hush falls on the room, the TV’s celebration the only sound.

“Y/N, I can’t express how much I love you,” Emily starts, voice confident but you can hear the undercurrent of emotion written all over it. “All I want to do for the rest of my life is be with you. Ring in each new year with you, celebrate every Christmas with you, come home from every hard case to you, eat pastry for breakfast with you. You’re all I need to be happy, and you’d make me impossibly happier if you’d do me the honour of being my wife. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh my God,” you reply tearfully as soon as she’s finished, tears spilling down your face as she carefully pushes the ring onto your finger and stands up to hug you. Everyone around you is clapping and cheering and celebrating your love but your whole world is shrunk down to the two of you, Emily’s hands on your lower back, her ring on your finger, the press of her body up against yours.

Eventually though, you pull away and kiss her, turning to face your guests with the happiest smile on your face. Hotch is smiling proudly and all the events of the evening slip into place, so you turn to kiss Emily on the cheek fondly. Penelope is crying, naturally, as are most of your friends and everyone crowds round in excitement, congratulating the two of you.

When you finally get a bit of space later in the night, you ask Emily where she’d kept the ring all evening.

“In my bra,” she answers, grinning widely.

“God, how did I not guess that,” you smile fondly, rolling your eyes. You kiss her anyway, though, because she’s hot and you’re very much in love.

“I’m so fucking happy you said yes,” she whispers, keeping her head pressed closely to yours.

“Did you seriously think I would ever say anything else?” you ask, surprised that Emily could possibly think you’d say no.

“Well, I obviously had a feeling,” she admits. “But you can’t help but feel fearful of the tiny probability you’re wrong.”

“Well I didn’t,” you say happily, leaning forward slightly to kiss her softly on the nose.

“No, you didn’t,” Emily replies, gripping her hand. “I seriously love you so much, Y/N.”

“And I seriously love you so much, Emily,” you grin. “I can’t wait to call you my wife, but I’m dead happy with fiancée. That will definitely suffice for now.”

The guests slowly trickle out as the hours tick on, eager to leave the newly engaged couple to themselves. Penelope and Spencer make you promise to have a catch-up brunch in the next few weeks to which you eagerly agree, and Hotch and Rossi both congratulate you like they’re both you and Emily’s dads. Derek gives you both massive hugs and JJ follows up with much gentler hugs and congratulations.

“Tidy up in the morning?” you propose, making Emily’s eyebrows shoot up; you usually insist on tidying up there and then, but she quickly understands as you start to unzip your dress and walk backwards towards the bedroom.

“Tidy up in the morning, indeed,” she agrees, running after you.

“My fiancée,” you sigh happily as you enter your cosy bedroom, pausing to kiss Emily softly.

“Your fiancée,” Emily agrees with a wide grin gracing her lips, leading you to the bed as you both start off this next exciting chapter of your lives together in the most appropriate way you can imagine.

@strippersenseii @criminalmindsvibez

[bellakitse]

Cooking with Friends 

for @madamewriterofwrongs​ 

(inspired by the bts pic of the trio at Carlos’ place)

“Do you need any help?”

Carlos Reyes looks up from the fish pieces he’s frying to find Marjan looking at him curiously, a glass of the sparkling grape juice he’s taken to having in stock since he and TK officially started dating in her hand.

There is lively laughter and conversation behind them as his boyfriend entertains his other two crew members, Paul and Mateo.

“Sure,” he starts with a smile, getting one back from the girl TK is so fond of. “Can you chop that?” he asks as he points at the herbs on the cutting board. “The rice is almost done and ready for it.”

“Cilantro lime rice?” she questions, placing her glass down to wash her hands before she picks up a knife.

“Mmhmm,” he nods, taking out some finished pieces of fish, placing them on a paper towel to soak up the extra oil.

“And Baja tacos, yum,” Marjan continues, nodding towards the fresh tortillas he’s placed on the dishes before adding the fish.

“With a chickenless southwest salad,” he finishes for her, raising an eyebrow when she chuckles. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she says quickly, grin still firmly in place on her pretty face. “It’s just that TK is a shit cook. He gets out of it at work by trading the chore with Paul when it’s his turn, and now he has a boyfriend who is also awesome at cooking, so he doesn’t have to do it when he’s off shift either. It’s kind of hilarious.”

Carlos chuckles at her observation; she’s not wrong. TK has many talents he’s come to learn about in the weeks since they’ve gotten serious. Talents and habits Carlos either finds adorable or hot beyond belief. But his boyfriend is simply not cooking-compatible and would live off takeout and cereal if left up to his own devices.

“He’s only with me for my cooking,” he jokes with a grin, raising an eyebrow when Marjan snorts.

“Yeah, no,” She corrects him. She points at the pot of rice that now sits off the stove; when he nods at her, she starts to fluff the rice with a fork a few times before pouring the lime juice he’d squeezed earlier. “Trust me, if you heard the way he rambles on about you, you would know that while he does mention your cooking, is just one of the million things he goes on and on about when he brings you up.”

Marjan gives him a pointed look. “Which is all the time.”

Carlos feels his face go hot, and he knows it has nothing to do with having been in the kitchen for the last hour cooking. “He does not talk about me all the time,” he replies with conviction for a moment before continuing, hesitant. “Does he?”

“We can bring Mateo and Paul into this conversation if you’d like; they’ll back me up,” Marjan answers, opening her mouth again to call for their friends.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” he hisses quickly, shooting her a look when she smirks. “You just want to embarrass TK,” he continues with gentle reproach, knowing she doesn’t mean it with malice. Teasing, he’s learned, is the way Marjan and TK show affection towards each other.

Marjan’s smile grows even wider, proving his observation correct.

Carlos shakes his head. “Troublemaker,” he tells her, unable to hide his fondness for her as she throws him a wink. “Here, take these plates to the table.”

Marjan rolls her eyes at him jokingly but does what he says. He calls out to the rest of the guests, calling them to the table as he readies the other plates. Mateo and Paul take their seats along with Marjan, while TK comes to meet him in the kitchen, taking a plate from him.

“This all looks and smells delicious, baby,” TK tells him with a sweet, happy smile on his face. He’s been grinning like this for the last three days since Carlos agreed to host this little get together. The bashful look on TK’s face when he asked him if it would be okay to invite the trio over, and the smile that followed when Carlos said yes, still tugs at his heartstrings. Carlos would do anything to keep that smile on TK’s face.

“Hopefully, it tastes delicious too,” he answers, chuckling when it makes TK roll his eyes.

“When have you ever made something that isn’t delicious?” TK questions teasingly.

“I made a beef wellington so bad once that it would have sent Gordon Ramsay into a rage,” he answers, cringing as he remembers that particular culinary fail.

Gordan Ramsay is always in a rage,” TK answers, eyes crinkling at the corners as he grins. “That’s his shtick, babe.”

“Cute,” Carlos mutters dryly, causing TK to light up.

“I’m glad you think so,” TK answers, turning sideways to keep the plates out of the way as he leans into Carlos’ space.

Carlos tries not to react, but it’s impossible when his boyfriend is this close, his lovely pouty mouth inches from his. He closes the small gap, his stomach doing a somersault as TK’s eyes flutter shut a second before Carlos covers that gorgeous mouth with his. His body sings at the soft sigh TK lets out as he kisses him gently. He can feel himself starting to get lost in the kiss when a loud whistle startles them both. Turning his head towards the table, he sees Paul pulling his hand away from his mouth.

“Yeah, we get it, you’re in love,” he says with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. “But we’re waiting and hungry.”

Carlos feels his face go red once more, his heart racing at Paul’s words, but TK, instead, just laughs joyfully.

“No need to be jealous of me and my gorgeous man, Strickland,” TK teases his friend as they come to sit at the table, passing the last of the plates around.

Paul narrows his eyes at TK, but Carlos can see the hint of a smile on the curve of his mouth. “Love makes you obnoxious, brother,” he tells him, wreaking havoc with Carlos’ insides as he casually drops the word love around once more.

“Maybe,” TK agrees easily as he starts to dig into his salad. “But it’s doing amazing things to my complexion, don’t you think?” he asks, batting his eyelashes aggressively at Paul.

Paul rolls his eyes while Marjan and Mateo exchange a grin, obviously used to this simple ribbing between all of them. It makes Carlos happy to witness it, and hopefully, be part of it.

“Okay, you two can continue,” Mateo waves in their direction. “But I’m eating, this smells really good, and I have been living off pop tarts I found in the back of my cupboards for the last week. Pretty sure they were expired.”

Marjan raises an eyebrow at the man next to her, judgingly, before turning back towards the rest of them. “Gee, why can’t probie get a girl?” she asks, drawing a pout from Mateo and laughter from the rest of the table.

Carlos joins into their easy camaraderie, teasing and sharing with the group as they eat. Halfway through the meal, when the trio is busy recalling an incident earlier in the week, TK leans in close to him.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, his green eyes soft as he smiles at him shyly. He shrugs when Carlos gives him a questioning look back. “My ex never cared about getting to know my crew, and he sure as hell never made them an amazing dinner to get to know them better. This means a lot to me – ” TK pauses, looking over at his friends, all smiling and enjoying themselves. “They’re – “

“Your family,” Carlos finishes for him. TK looks back at him, eyes now shining, pleased that Carlos gets it. He nods back at him. “Then they’re my family too, Ty.”

TK lets out a soft sound, another beautiful smile on his face. He leans in further, pressing his forehead to Carlos’ temple gently. “You’re my family too, baby,” he whispers, lips brushing over Carlos’ cheek.

Carlos exhales, a little shaky, his heart thundering at TK’s words and the meaning behind them. “And you’re mine.”

[terrm9]

Destination (Ethan X MC)

Words count: 4 200

Warnings: mostly fluff, however there is scene including infertility issues and then one lightly NSFW scene (you can easily skip that one)

This takes place 18 months after Chiara finishes her residency.

Chiara and Ethan find themselves in Miami, four years after their first conference there. This time, Ethan needs to ask Chiara a certain question.

(this absolutely didn't go as I wanted it to but I got tired of rewriting it and never being satisfied, so here it is. It sounded much better in my head)

“Sooo, are you looking forward to your weekend with Dr. Dreamy?” Sienna smiled knowingly at Chiara as they stood next to a vending machine.

Chiara chuckled at Sienna’s excitement. “I am looking forward to hotel breakfast and weekend with Ethan and Miami sun, but it’s still work-related trip. Ethan hates conferences, he is going to be Dr. Grumpy the whole weekend.”

Before any of them could say anything else, Chiara spotted her very own Dr. Ramsey coming down the hall in their direction.

Damn, he really is Dr. Dreamy.

As he approached them, Ethan smiled at Sienna and then turned to Chiara with a clipboard in his hand.

“I need you to sign this. And you should eat other things than chocolate bars from a vending machine, Chiara.”

She rolled her eyes at him and signed the papers he handed her, pleased to see that they were actually discharging papers of a young boy they have been treating for past three weeks.

“Thank you, babe,” Ethan gifted her one quick smile before storming off.

For what could have been a solid minute, she stared at the spot he disappeared, her mouth agape. Slowly, she turned back to Sienna, who was smiling even wider at her, and asked: “Did you just hear that? Did that really happen? He never called me babe before. We are together for three years and he never called me babe.”

“You two should already get married,” Sienna replied, ignoring Chiara’s shock.

Chiara let out a short laugh at Sienna’s remark, turning back to the vending machine so that she could finally get her chocolate bar.

“That’s not happening,” she shrugged, trying to look like she couldn’t care less.

“What?!” Sienna shouted, attracting the attention of two nurses passing them. “You don’t want to?”

“Ethan doesn’t believe in marriage. It makes no sense to him and I kind of understand that. And I am fine with it. I have known about his opinion on marriages even before we got together.”

As she unwrapped the bar and took a bite, Sienna crossed her arms across her chest and looked at her with her brows furrowed.

“And you are telling me that you don’t care? That you don’t want to marry him? Who are you kidding, Chiara Ray? I know you want to get married one day, I have personally seen your Pinterest board named ‘wedding dress’” she raised her eyebrow now, not letting Chiara fool her with the light tone of her voice.

“Well, a girl can dream,” Chiara smiled at her best friend, knowing she needed to give Sienna an explanation so that she would let the topic go. “Of course I would love to marry one day, but the important point is that I would love to marry Ethan. And he doesn’t feel like marrying and I would never force him to do so. I would rather spend my not-married life with Ethan than the married one with anyone else.”

“Sweet,” Sienna murmured, her lips in a tight line. “Just so that you know, I already have my maid of honor speech written.”

Chiara burst out laughing and hugged the tiny doctor she adored so much. “You are the best,” she whispered, still laughing at the pained expression on Sienna’s face.

˜

That evening, Chiara stepped into Ethan’s apartment, surprised by the fact that it was absolutely quiet. She knew that Ethan’s shift was ending sooner that hers today and on days like that, he would usually wait for her in a living room or cook dinner in a kitchen. She took her shoes off and walked into the kitchen, where the pasta was already cooked, however the man that cooked it was nowhere to be seen.

As she crossed the living room, she heard his voice coming from the bedroom. Ethan was standing by the window, his back turned to Chiara and he was oblivious to her arrival.

“…yes, of course. We will. Thank you again, it means more than you could imagine to me. And once again, I am deeply sorry for doing it on such a short notice. Yes-“

Chiara decided it was the time to make sure he knew she was home and so she cleared her throat, which made Ethan turn at his feet immediately, his eyes widening.

“Sure, yes. I will. Goodbye.” He hung up and shoved the phone into his pocket, raising his eyebrows on Chiara. “I see you are home.”

“Yes. Who were you talking to? You look a little bit… startled.”

“Me? Uh, no. Not at all,” Ethan shrugged, pretending to stare out of window. “I was talking to Zaid actually, he will be taking care of my patients while we are in Miami and I needed to check on something.”

“You could’ve just emailed him,” Chiara squinted her eyes on him.

“Well, I wanted to call him,” Ethan smiled all too brightly for Chiara to believe a word of his story, but she decided to let it go in hope of peaceful evening. “Are you hungry? The dinner is ready. And you should pack, we leave at the noon.”

“Yes, doctor,” she nodded and followed him to the kitchen because no matter Ethan’s mystery, she really was hungry.

˜

As they made their way through the hotel’s atrium, Chiara – holding Ethan’s free hand – couldn’t believe how much has changed since her intern year. The hotel was the same, even the man at the reception desk was the same one, but the circumstances couldn’t have been any more different.

“Reservation for Ethan Ramsey,” Ethan said as they approached the reception desk.

“Yes, Mr. Ramsey. Here, the card to your room. Everything is ready.”

Ethan nodded, took the card and with his hand on the small of Chiara’s back made his way to the elevator.

Once they were alone, Chiara muttered: “That was so weird. I mean, their hotel is hosting a medical conference. It’s packed with doctors by now and he calls you Mr. Ramsey? Why not Dr. Ramsey? And ‘everything is ready’? Like, what everything is ready? You punching anyone? The pamphlets about plastic surgery? The mini bar? Weird.”

Ethan laughed at her outburst, noticing her flushed cheeks and fire in her eyes as she spoke about something as trivial as weird receptionist.

There were moments – like this one – when Ethan caught himself staring at her. When she got angry and her eyes burned with rage. When she was with a patient and the gentleness of her voice was filling the whole room. When she was asleep and looked as peaceful as a child, her mouth slightly parted, her arms always hugging something – when it couldn’t be Ethan, she hugged a pillow or a blanket.

She would tease him about it, about him staring. She would often grin and just tell him ‘you could always take a photo, you know’. He knew he could. But no photo could ever capture the brightness surrounding her every move, no photo could ever make him feel like she makes him feel, like the Sun could be swallowed by a Black hole and he wouldn’t give a damn because he would have his Chiara, shining so brightly it almost hurt him sometimes.

The world doesn’t deserve Chiara. But oh, Chiara does deserve the whole world.

“I might have lied about the conference,” Ethan admitted as they stepped out of an elevator to the corridor they both knew so well. “Only partly, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“This hotel is hosting a conference this weekend. Just not a medical one. An IT conference, I think?”

Chiara shot him a confused look as they stopped in front of the door leading to the suite. “What exactly are we doing here, then? Are you planning to change career?”

“Jesus, no,” he chuckled, opening the door and letting her in.

She knew the suite. Stepping further in, she noticed every single detail she could remember about this very suite and she knew that there were no coincidences this big in the world.

“You planned this?” she turned to Ethan, who was smiling softly back at her, closing the door with a soft thud.

“We are both working more than we should and I thought we could use a break. I wanted to surprise you.”

She smiled widely and jumped on him, kissing his cheeks and his nose and finally finding his mouth, all the tenderness of her previous moves now gone.

They stumbled through the room until they both fell on the bed, Chiara’s back hitting the mattress, Ethan hovering over her, now kissing her neck and the spot behind her ear, knowing that by the time they would get to the beach, the sun would be setting.

˜

His calculations were right. The sun was setting and Ethan and Chiara walked through the warm sand, their feet bare, shoes hanging in their hands.

Ethan was wearing white linen button up, the long sleeves rolled up, exposing the forearms Chiara loved so much. She often joked that she could stare at Ethan���s forearms and those veins on them for hours and wouldn’t get bored. With beige shorts, he looked like he belonged to Mediterranean and Chiara didn’t hesitate to point the fact out.

They walked in silence, knowing each other too well to fill the comfortable calmness with plotless small talks.

Although, even if Ethan wanted to say anything, he was so nervous he became incapable of saying a single word.

Maybe this is all stupid. Maybe I shouldn’t do it today. There are too many people and..

“Looks like we found a place without crowds,” Chiara interrupted his thoughts and really, they were almost entirely alone on the beach now. “Can we sit down a bit?”

He nodded and sat down next to Chiara, considering his next move.

What do you do now, Ramsey? Why are there no schools for this? How do I know when is the right time?

“Is something bothering you, Ethan?” Chiara leaned to him, observing the wrinkles between his brows. “You can talk to me, you know.”

See? You can talk to her. So talk. Now. Do it before she gives up on you.

He turned towards her completely and smiled, shaking his head. “I am fine. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He looked her in the eyes, praying that she could see how he felt in his eyes when looking back.

“Do you remember, in your intern year, when you told me that you wanted to work by my side? That it was your honor to work with Dr. Ramsey?”

“Yes. You told me that you find an idolatry among physicians absurd.”

He grinned at the fact that she remembered every detail about them and continued.

“Exactly. That was what I believed back then. But after four years of working with you, of knowing you, after three years of being with you, of loving you, I might feel… different. You accomplished something I have never thought possible – you turned me into a better person. Into actually decent human being. With your patience and your love, with your ability to come back into my life after I tried my hardest to push you away. With giving me time to repair all my broken pieces and with repairing some of them yourself. With challenging me like no one has ever done before, both in and outside of work. All those things turned me into someone I have never even dreamt of being and I hope, with all my heart, that you know how happy I am thanks to you, Chiara. I hope you know how much I care about you, how much I love you and how much I want to make you happy too.”

“You make me incredibly happy, Ethan,” she smiled back at him, touched by his words.

“Back then, in your intern year, I thought looking up to someone, the idolatry… it was stupid to me. Incomprehensible. But now, four years later, I know what you meant what you said that it was your honor to work with Dr. Ramsey. And I would like to ask you for a chance to experience the feeling too.”

“Would you allow me to experience the honor of working with Dr. Ramsey?”

Chiara’s initial confusion soon turned into realization and then straight into shock.

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?” she stuttered.

Ethan already on one knee answered her question even without speaking.

The tears were now streaming down her face, the tears of shock and happiness and finally, complete dread.

She wanted to say yes. She wanted to jump on him and hug him and scream that she did want to become his wife, that there was nothing more that she wanted than to become Dr. Ramsey.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

It was Ethan’s turn to be shocked, his mouth open and brows furrowed, pain and confusion written all over his face.

“You… you can’t?”

“I can’t and you know why, Ethan. You know I can’t have kids.” She was crying loudly by now. “I will never be able to give you that one thing a wife should be able to give. And don’t tell me that maybe I will get pregnant by some miracle. We’ve been having unprotected sex for almost three years now and I have never even gotten close to being pregnant.”

That was true. Ever since making their relationship official, they decided that there was no need to protect themselves. Chiara couldn’t get pregnant and if by some miracle, as she called it, she actually did get pregnant, there would be nothing but happiness for both of them.

“Chiara,” he breathed out, scooping her into his arms. “Shh, Chiara girl.”

“No, I know what you want to say, Ethan. I remember you telling me that kids were not in cards for you, that you can’t see yourself have them. But hell, you never believed in marriage and look at yourself, dropping down on one knee to ask me to marry you. You will change your mind about children too and what then? You will find out that I am useless and we will get divorced so that you could have them with someone else. So why going through divorce if we can just break up when the time comes?”

Chiara was right about one thing. He could imagine having kids now. He could imagine putting his career aside and be a family man.

All his life, he wanted to be a good doctor and his main motivation was to help people. But deep down, he knew – and he was disgusted with himself because of it – that he wanted to be a good doctor so that people would respect him, admire him even. He believed that even when people couldn’t love him for who he was, when people could leave Ethan Ramsey, that they wouldn’t leave The Dr. Ramsey. The famous one, the best one.

All his life, he needed to prove his worth to others and to himself and he decided to do it by putting everything into his work.

And then Chiara came. And she loved him when he was nothing but a wreck. When he resembled nothing of The Dr. Ramsey. She found his worth and with her, he found his own worth too and he knew it was not his awards nor his glory.

He could settle down. He wanted to settle down.

With Chiara.

“Chiara, I asked you to marry me because I want to spend my life with you. I am happy with you. And if I am to ever have kids, I want them with you. I can’t imagine, ever in my life, wanting to marry anyone else but you. For almost 40 years, the idea of marrying someone has not crossed my mind once. Until you changed that. If you think I would want to have a child with anyone else than with the woman I wish to marry, then you need to think again. And really hard.”

He took her chin between his fingers and made her look at him.

“I am honest and I am serious and I am sure, Chiara Ray. It’s important for me that you understand this: if I ever have a child, I want to have a child with you. That doesn’t mean that it has to be our biological child. If we ever both agree that we would like to become parents, we can go for an adoption. Okay?”

He cupped he cheeks and pressed long, soft kiss on her forehead.

She nodded slowly and looked at him with shameful expression on her face, biting her lower lip so hard she could feel the iron taste of her own blood.

“Okay, let me try one more time,” he chuckled, dropping down on one knee again, opening the navy blue velvet box, revealing the most beautiful ring Chiara has ever seen. Golden band sprigged with little diamonds and in the middle, stone as blue as Ethan’s eyes.

I can’t believe he remembered it.

It was maybe two years ago. Chiara got drunk with her friends on Friday night and Ethan decided to get her to his place, not believing her – equally drunk - friends to take care of her. As they laid down to the bed at his place, Chiara mumled “You have the most beautiful eyes in the whole galaxy. If we get married someday, I want my engagement ring to have a stone in your eyes’ color”

She was terribly embarrassed the next day and they swore to never talk about it again.

And Ethan remembered it.

“Chiara, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she answered softly, stretching her hand so that he could slide the ring on.

He wrapped her into his arms and kissed her, starting softly, gently, until they kissed the way that was anything but appropriate for public. Looking at each other for a short moment, they nodded and took off back to the hotel, doing their best not to run.

˜

Ethan came out to the balcony in nothing but his short, smiling at the sight in front of him. Chiara’s hair, damp from the shower, put in a messy bun, Ethan’s white shirt now framing her body. She was leaning on the railing, a glass of red wine in her hand, lost so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t notice him approaching.

He stopped by the doorframe and couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to their shared shower.

 They barely made it into their suite.

The moment the door closed after them, Chiara worked on the wooden buttons of Ethan’s shirt, all while kissing him with a passion one could only find at a beach, and making their way to the bathroom.

Their clothes ending scattered on the floor, like a pesky obstacle they were, Ethan pressed Chiara on the shower wall, the cold tiles almost overpowering contrast to her feverish naked back.

That’s how Ethan found himself kneeling in front of her for the third time that evening. Only this time, no question needed to leave his mouth to gain an “yes” from her.

As he kissed his way up her inner tight, the salty sea flavor mixed with the typical taste of her skin, he heard her moan.

“Yes.”

He couldn’t help it – and he didn’t want to. Looking up at her flushed face, her eyes closed and her lower lip trembling of lust and thrill overtaking her, the picture blurred by the steam of hot water already surrounding them, he didn’t even try to suppress his urge to command.

“Say it again.”

“Yes,” she growled louder as his tongue gave up on tasting the peculiar mixture of salty and sweet on her tight and found its way to her center, to the one spot she longed him to have since they took off the beach.

Ethan only needed to hear one ‘yes’ from her tonight.

But how could he resist such temptation?

The “yes” she whimpered as he abruptly stopped working his tongue on her and moved up to slightly tease her nipple with his lower lip before taking it into his mouth.

The “yes” she hissed as he bit it while pinching the other one with his fingers, the most sizzling combo of pleasure and pain going through her body, through her rib bones and her spine.

The “yes” he silenced with an open mouthed kiss as he finally lifted her up, his hands roaming up and down her bottom and her tights with such purpose he wondered if he used them incorrectly his whole life.

The “yes” she whined as he thrusted into her, his moves steady and hard, promising her his whole life with every single one.

The “yes” she screamed as their hips met halfway on their race to the pleasure building in their bodies, in the parts that have been joined both physically and not. Ethan felt his pleasure begging to be released, he felt he was close and at the same time, as irrational as it sounded, he felt like his chest might explode the very moment he would come inside of her.

They “yes” she cried as her own pleasure overtook her, the one coming from the place where her mind no longer existed, where there were only waves of pure ecstasy and the raving beating of her heart.

Ethan didn’t need to hear any of these yes’s, but every single one of them was the sweetest reaffirmation of the one he needed her to say tonight.

Every single one a confirmed promise to let him hear all of her yes’s for the rest of his life.

 He shook his head to get the picture out of his head and asked: “What are you thinking about?”

She turned around swiftly, waving her hand at him, gesturing for him to join her.

“About my parents. We have to call my mom tomorrow, she won’t believe you proposed.”

“Why wouldn’t she?” Ethan asked, half curious, half confused.

“I made sure to let her know that you were not a marriage type before we visited them in San Francisco for the first time. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable because trust me, she would bring it up otherwise,” Chiara laughed, mostly for herself. “She will be surprised, but in a good way! Promise.”

Ethan took her hand into his and brought her knuckles up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on them.

“We will definitely call her, however I doubt she will be surprised,” he muttered into her hand. “Yesterday, when you caught me talking to ‘Zaid’ on the phone, I was talking to her. I called her to ask for her blessing.”

“You did what?” Chiara exclaimed, turning her whole body to Ethan now. “A blessing?”

“Of course. I want to marry her daughter, I need her blessing. That’s how it’s done.”

Chiara laughed, though not teasingly. “We live in a twenty-first century. You didn’t have to do it. Did you google the process of engaging?”

Ethan muttered something like ‘you are always going to be a pain in my ass, aren’t you’, though she couldn’t quite decipher it with his lips still pressed to her hand.

“I wanted the blessing from her, Chiara. We talked about your dad a lot too, if you must know. She told me I would get his permission too.”

“You would,” Chiara smiled sadly. “I was just thinking about how happy he would be. He would also tell you that he knows how to use a gun. He never knew how to use a gun, he just said so to every single boy that ever crossed our house.”

A single tear found its way out of Chiara’s eye as she talked about her father, pain and happiness and love mixed in the tone of her voice.

“He would be so proud, walking me down the aisle.”

“Your parents are both proud of you every day, Chiara,” Ethan whispered, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “And as you said, we live in a twenty-first century. You don’t have to be walked down the aisle if that would be too painful for you. We will find our way.”

“The thing is, I would love to. I actually thought about, you know.. maybe..” she started to play with the glass of wine, suddenly not knowing how to say it out loud. “It’s just that these past years, Naveen has become a second father to me. I can imagine him taking the place but it’s probably stupid, right? I thought about asking him when we come back but saying it out loud, I probably shouldn’t… or should I? What do you think?”

Ethan smiled at both, her nervous rambling and the picture of Naveen and Chiara walking side by side down the aisle.

“I personally think that we should bring a lot of tissues when we go to see Naveen and you ask him to do it. He will cry for hours, spending all his happy tears on us.”

--------------------

One more note: Sienna totally knew about Ethan's plan and she just needed to know if Chiara would want to marry him😀

[centerofreality]

Could I get some general headcanons for kiyru and majima with male S/O? (If your not comfortable writing this then I understand)

It’s all good! I apologize for the wait, and I hope this is up to your standards!

Warning. May Include: Homophobia, Possible OOC Kiryu and Majima

General Kiryu and Majima with Male S/O HCs

Kiryu:

The man never knew that he would have a male lover so it was definitely a surprise for him when he started dating you

At first, he’d be so confused with himself. He doesn’t have some experience with dating nor liking a guy so you may have to reassure him and answer his questions

Before you started dating, he suddenly approached you, with a weird look on his face. “Kiryu? What’s wrong?” “Y/N... Is it normal to like both women and men?”

Eventually, with your help, he’ll learn more about his sexuality and starts to feel relaxed about it

“You’re attracted to both men and women, so you’re a bisexual!”

“Bisexual, huh? Are other people like that as well?”

“It depends on the person. Sometimes they’re sexually or romantically attracted to any gender or no one at all.”

“I see... Thank you, Y/N.” *goes to confess to you the following days*

Now, we all know he never judges someone by their sexual orientation and he wholeheartedly supports them so if ever you want to wear feminine clothing, go for it! He loves anything you wear!

He’ll glare at anyone who even talks or looks at you wrong, he knows there are many people who wouldn’t approve of your relationship but with a mean look and maybe even a fist if they’re that rude, they’ll change their mind and leave you both alone. Don’t worry, Y/N, he’ll love you no matter what anyone says.

Homophobes break the lines sometimes with their words and actions so Kiryu suggests that the two of you keep it lowkey in order not to let anyone know. Whenever he sees your dejected face as you walk together in public, he’s disappointed in himself that he can’t give you the affection that you want even if you reassure him it’s okay.

In public, both of you act like close friends but in private, hoo boy, that’s always when the both of you give and receive affection, especially hugs!!

He gives the best hugs. It’s the type of hug that makes you feel safe and warm like you could stay there forever. You’d often get back hugs often whenever it’s night or whenever the two of you cook together

Whenever he looks at you- he won’t realize it-, but he always seems to look at you with affection. If you ever ask him what he was looking at, he’ll quickly change the subject

If you don’t approve of him smoking, he’ll try and stop as much as he can but if you do, he’d occasionally offer one to you whenever things get too tough

Teasing is a good way for you to get him flustered but do it too much and he might get smug and tease you back

“Heyy, how’s the most perfect person in the world doing?”

“I don’t know, how are you?”

*Cue you staring at him while he adjusts his outfit with a smirk*

Chances are, you’d meet Rina and be great friends with her! She’d joke that you two both go at a club to look at other men and women, and suggested that in your birthday, Kiryu act as a host for you

Kiryu grumbled that he wouldn’t do it but watch him ask Kazuki and Yuma for a favor when your birthday’s near-

With you being his boyfriend, Kiryu would get way more confident with destroying gender norms.

He’d use his new knowledge whenever a kid or an oblivious teen ask about their sexuality, you’d be so proud of your mans. He’d be so supportive of the kids.

When you think low of yourself or that you feel like you have to stop being emotional because you were told to, Kiryu would hug you tight and give you a kiss in the forehead and give you words of encouragement

“I’m proud of you, you know that?”

“You’re really strong but you don’t need to be that way forever. You can act weak around me when it gets too rough for you. I’ll protect you no matter what.”

“You don’t have to care about what they think. You’re you and no one can change that.”

“I’m glad that I got to meet you.”

He doesn’t usually say ‘I love you’ but he shows it through his actions and his words

If you don’t want any words of comfort, he’ll silently hug and rub your back. It doesn’t matter if you need to stay in that position for a whole day, he’ll always be there in your time of need.

Majima:

Now this man, this man knows his sexuality and embraces it fully

No one would even DARE to look at you the wrong way. You’re the boyfriend of Goro Majima, Mad Dog of Shimano, and Patriarch of his own family. What are the homophobes going to do? Insult you? Not a chance.

If some rookies in his own family are insulting you for being gay, they’d be leaving with broken bones, or worse.

He would simply not care about what other people would think but he does care about you, so if you want him to not add any people in his list of “Homophobic Assholes To Hurt Badly”, he’ll consider it.

You’d be in all sorts of shenanigans with him if you want to tag along. Majima’s happy for you to join him on annoying Kiryu. Just.. stay out of their range whenever they fight, okay? He wouldn’t know what he’d do if you get hurt because of him.

You’re the only one that can calm Majima down immediately. The Majima Family respects you a lot and Nishida thinks you’re an absolute godsend.

Imagine, you’d be buying something around Kamurocho and a group of scary yakuza men approaches you and then they’d immediately bow and meekly ask you to help them.

You sigh, “What did Majima do this time?”

The power you have is limitless, Y/N.

Not only are you the one who can calm him down but you’d also be one of the only people to see him out of his Mad-Dog persona.

You’d immediately notice because how he talks is way more..softer and he’s far more relaxed. He seems so gentle around you that you almost forgot he’s the one who hid under a traffic cone for several hours to fight Kiryu.

Majima trusts you a lot so he’d tell you about his past, about his brother, and how he lost his eye while you tell yours. It feels refreshing for the both of you and your relationship goes on a deeper level. Majima feels like he can really be himself around you.

If you feel sad, Majima would do all means of cheering you up. He’d go from suggesting the both of you eat something to pole dancing just to cheer you up.

He’ll definitely reassure you when you’re insecure with anything!

“Babe, you look hot every day! But if you want, we can go shopping! I found some matching outfits we can go both wear! Then we’d look hotter together!”

He’d sometimes be jealous but play it off by being teasing

“Who wouldn’t take an attraction to my man?”

At times, he’d show you self-defense but expect him to flirt with you during it, you can call him Majima-Sensei~

He’d admit that he doesn’t want you to be involved with yakuza business and he’s scared that you might get killed. His carefree persona might fend off several people but his persona can only go so far

Your dates would actually be simple and casual. Most of the time you would spend it at the batting cages. If you don’t know how to play baseball, Majima would teach you! May or may not be the time where you both stared into each other’s eyes and had a passionate kiss-

Overall, your relationship with him would be both fun, you won’t have to worry about anyone because he’s there. He’s both your best friend and your boyfriend that’s willing to sacrifice himself for you

As Majima smokes a cigar, he looks at you and says, “I know it feels draining to be with me sometimes, babe. I understand if you need space.”

You smile at him and for a moment, he was caught off-guard.

“With you? Never.”

[tngrace]

For the four word prompts: "I can't trust you" (I'm all for angst if that strikes you, but for a challenge you can make it fluff!) :D

Fluff it is ❤ thank you! Find prompts at this list. I've got 3 more request sitting in my ask box I'm hoping to work on today as well. Please be patient with me and I promise I'll get something out if you request it. ❤

It had been a few months after Owen's remission party and the volcano day. The 126 had recovered nicely and TK had even taken the step and moved in with Carlos. Living with both his parents just proved to be too much with the thin walls in the house.

They'd settled into a nice routine for on and off shifts. TK worked 24 on and 48 off. Carlos's typical shift was a 10 hour day but usually he ended up working over. When Carlos's day off lined up with one of TK's they usually just spent time around the house or doing something just the two of them. They tried to host their friends for a get together once every couple of weeks and they had family dinner with everyone from the station once a month. It rotated who's house it was held out, and it just so happened to be TK and Carlos's turn.

Carlos had always been an early riser, but he'd worked the day before where TK had not, and with the full moon, his shift had run over a solid four hours. So to say he was exhausted when he got home was an understatement. He'd crawled into bed and curled up against TK falling fast asleep.

He'd been so tired TK had gotten up about ten in the morning without Carlos ever feeling him move. TK made sure the blinds stayed closed and left his boyfriend to get more sleep. No body would be there until about five anyways so he had time. TK started cleaning the downstairs, making sure everything was put away in its place. He had soft music playing as he cleaned.

He'd just finished cleaning the kitchen and figured he'd start cooking to help Carlos out when he heard his boyfriend moving around upstairs. He gave a little smile as he made Carlos a cup of coffee knowing he'd want one. He met him at the bottom of the stairs as Carlos stumbled down, hair a curly mess and his glasses on. "Hey babe," TK smiled reaching to pull Carlos in for a kiss before passing him the coffee.

"Morning," Carlos murmurs before taking a big sip and giving TK an appreciative smile. "You should've woken me," he says when he takes in the clean living room and kitchen.

"No you needed the sleep. I know it was late when you got in. Besides I don't mind cleaning," TK says as they head into the kitchen for Carlos to grab some food. He honestly doesn't remember the last time he ate, shift having been that crazy.

Carlos sits down at the bar as TK heats him up a breakfast burrito. "Thank you cariño," he smiles taking the food. "What were you fixing to do before I interrupted by getting up?" Carlos asks him as TK leans across the bar towards him.

"Was just fixing to start cooking for today," TK says with a smile that morphs into a frown at Carlos's look. "What?" He asks with a huff.

"Oh no you are not cooking," Carlos says with a grin. "I can't trust you not to burn down my kitchen," he says teasingly.

"Rude," TK huffs as he pushes off the bar with a pout. Carlos finishes his burrito and stands up going to stand in front of TK. He wraps his arms around him and pulls him close kissing the pout away.

"Not rude," he laughs. "Baby I love you, but you burn toast," he says kissing TK again when his pout gets deeper. "I don't mind you helping me, but I'll cook everything for tonight so we can actually eat," he laughs.

TK tries to keep the pout, but with Carlos so close constantly kissing him and looking so adorable with his messy curls and glasses, it's hard to keep up the pretenses. "Fine, I'll stick to being your sous chef," he says pulling Carlos close for a tight hug. "Besides no one would eat if they thought I cooked it," he chuckles.

"We'll get you there Ty. I'll make a chef out of you before you know it," Carlos chuckles kissing the top of TK's head which makes TK laugh too. They both know it's probably hopeless, but Carlos will never stop trying because it's TK and he'd do anything for him.

[cortanaaq]

A/N: This came in later than I expected,it’s really long but I hope you enjoy it.

This is for the anon who requested nct or tbz spending Halloween with you. So I did nct 127 ;’) sorry for waiting 

**also thanks to @365nct, i used one of their incorrect quotes for the jaehyun one haha hope they don’t mind

  NCT 127 – Spending Halloween with you

 Taeil

-He was not really used to celebrating Halloween if it wasn’t for the SM Halloween party

-So this year you got him unprepared

-but he doesn’t mind celebrating as long as it is with you

-he came with the idea to have a couple costume and that was ,,,,

-yup you guessed it

-Beauty and the Beast

-but this time he was the beast and you ofc,the beauty

-because he can’t repeat the incident from 2017 where he was dragged to dress up as Belle and winwin was the beast- anyways

-he glares at you every time you bring it up lol

-this time he pulled the uno reverse card tho

-because he definitely treats you like a prince/princess all the time,he went shopping for costumes with you

-he bought everything you wished for,even the crazy unnecessary decorations like a stupid flying skeleton or a witch dressed as a hooker

-like what even is that?? He wondered but laughed when you gave him puppy eyes

-“it’s funny tho,it would look good at the entrance “

-he snorted

-obvs taeil couldn’t resist those eyes and the pouty lips that he kissed in the end

-spends the whole night eating the candies you’ve got

-he likes to take a loooot of selfies so be ready to be bombarded with funny filters

-after you both get tired of all the dress up thingy,you too decided to watch a horror movie

-classic but he knows what he’s doing

-whenever you cling onto his arm or squeeze his hand he smirks and hums into your ear

-you know he’s teasing and he chose that movie on purpose so you occasionally punch his arm when he tickles you with teasing small pecks on your cheeks and neck

-but you secretly enjoy it don’t lie

 Johnny

 -Oh johnny boy 

-I think for sure Halloween is his fave celebration because he always plans to visit Chicago in that period

-for this and for Christmas of course 

-he likes to celebrate it in the US cause the traditions are kept alive there 

-so he’s excited to take you trick or treating 

-You chose Corpse bride for costumes

-you were so excited to do his make up as Victor and he was excited to see you dressed for a wedding lmao

-While doing his make up before leaving for treating,he kept looking at you being so concentrated 

-“you look so beautiful like this babe”

-“johnny I look dead“

-literally

-he laughed and kissed you when he got the opportunity 

-and ofc he couldn’t contain himself from making cheeky remarks  either

-and you get mad at him for talking and smudging his make up by accident

-“you distracted me !!”

-but you like his annoying ass and would never be actually mad at him

 -plus he looked good even with smudged make up

-you think maybe it’s too smudged but he lifts you up and kisses you harder that before

-…and now you’re both smudged  but you don’t really mind as you kiss him one more time

-after all,you leave for trick or treating but realize you’re a bit old for this 

-he will not go home without corn candies tho so you’ll have to force him to do so -but because he looks around and sees mostly children,

-he suggests going to a party in the neighborhood 

-it was a party thrown by his friends ofc 

-and you were more than happy to show everyone the power couple you make together

 -he drives there,one hand on the steering wheel,one hand on your leg

 -occasionally caresses your skin and you blush a little 

-he knows your weaknesses tho

 -anywayssss

-you arrive at the party,everyone is in awe,,,he can’t really stop bragging about you

 -and you have a great time meeting his American friends for the first time

-seeing you tired after a while of being there,he comes closer to you and hugs you from behind

 -whispers in your ear how gorgeous you looked and how everyone loved you 

-and how he’s gonna take you home and spend more time as real ‘groom and bride’;;))

 Taeyong

 -this cute baby couldn’t be more excited to celebrate Halloween with you

-and not to baby him even more but his idea for the costumes was to dress up as among us characters

-yes,,among us characters

-specifically black and pink

-can you guess who’s who?

-he went full shopping mode with you and dragged you through  the stores only to find the perfect match

-and you did ofc

-you came with the idea to throw a party and invite the rest of your friends

-he checked the list of things you needed to buy for Halloween

-and you teased him saying he stressed too much and we should have fun instead of worrying

-“but baby you know if we throw a party,we need to have enough drinks and food”

-puppy eyes: checked

-speaking in tiny: checked

-how could you say no lmao

-and after you bought everything necessary (and unnecessary),,

-you came home to decorate and to put your costumes on

-tried to kiss but you forgot you had the helmets on lmfao

-you both giggled like two kids

-he looked so cute when he put his science goggles on his head

-and you made sure to capture every single angle of his cuteness

-too many pics ,,

-too many

-you had a lot of fun especially that you organized a costume contest

-and you didn’t win because you were the hosts pfff..

-it’s not like everyone voted you for having the coolest couple costume

-kinda sus if you ask me

-n ee ways

-the party was a success and everyone had fun

-you ended up eating so many sweets  

-even tho tyong told you to slow down

-he took care of you and bathed you in kisses and cuddles after everyone left

-“you eat too many sweets every Halloween,,do you even learn?” says as he caresses your cheeks and gives you a long forehead kiss

-“but I can’t help myself,,too good and sweet”

-‘”you’re too good and sweet”

 Yuta

 -It was the morning of 31st October

-the only thing in your mind was the Halloween party at sm you and yuta were going to attend

-and ofc you didn’t want a lame costume,you wanted something cute

-but powerful

-and not to be a cliché but you asked yuta if he wanted to be dressed as anime characters

-man did he give you a look

-he chuckled lightly at your request but couldn’t say no

-“baby the fact that you’re Japanese makes it 1000x better”

-you cup his cheeks in between your hands and he laughs holding you on his lap

-after all he agrees and you go shopping for costumes

-as you thought,you didn’t want to be the basic anime characters so you chose a cute and powerful couple

-Kagome and inuyasha

-When you saw yuta wearing that long white hair-wig,your heart did a flip

-he smiled so large when he saw you wearing that pretty school uniform

-you made him take you in his arms immediately only to start smooching your face

-“baby my make up”

-you were pouting,but he was smirking coming closer to your ear

-“ I will make up for this later,promise”

- he said that biting your ear lobe softly

-oh boy you wanted to forget about the party only for yuta to “make up” for you but

-you could’ve handled that later that night

-you had a great time partying with the members and other idols at sm

-yuta held onto you the whole night feeling so proud to have such a gorgeous s/o only for himself

-but what you had planned after the party was much more exciting ;;)

 Doyoung

-This little sh

-that you loved to the moon and back 

-was a bit skeptic about partying for Halloween 

-for your sake tho,he prepared a horror movie marathon for both of you

 -he also suggested cooking something thematic 

-you actually caught him few days ago watching an instagram video of ‘how to make eyeball lollipops”

-You were like ???

-“I want to make these for Halloween because you don’t need to bake anything you know”

-“so we won’t burn the kitchen down? Ok!”

-you agreed faster than he thought

 -and that made him doubt his cooking skills for a bit but anyways 

-you too didn’t really have anything planned for a costume but you decided to surprise him

-with a bunny costume

-not an onesie,no

 -bunny ears and a bunny tail 

 -while he was concentrated on cooking,

-you showed up wearing a cute lingerie and that bunny costume on you 

-“ hey bunny,wanna snuggle?”

-you leaned on the door frame while trying not laugh

-in that moment he was tasting the jam

-but when he turned around and saw you LIKE THAT 

-he snorted and dropped the spoon full of raspberries 

-he was absolutely sure you wanted to give him a heart

-attack somehow

 -but he came to his senses and approached you with a smirk on his face

 -you couldn’t even think for a bit because in the next second he lifted you up to kiss you 

-“you made me drop the food and make a mess,,do you think I’ll let you go with that?”

-you blushed harder than you thought and suggested to help him clean up the mess 

-but he cut you off mid-sentence with a deepened kiss only to tell you with a low tone

-“those raspberries can wait,the bunny wants snuggles doesn’t it?”

-you tried so hard to keep your cool but who can blame you?? 

Jaehyun

 -Another Halloween enthusiast

-he couldn’t wait to dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams

-you even helped him with the make-up,drawing a mustache on his face

-“haha very funny’’,

-he responds sarcastically every time you look at him and try not to laugh

-but damn the costume was pure gold

-you both looked amazing and he even managed to kiss your hand,up to your arm and neck

-just like Gomez kissed his wife every time he had the opportunity

-you both went trick or treating,along with johnny,mark and other members

-then came back to the dorms and ate so many candies

-jaehyun couldn’t help but stare at you every time he had the chance

-and you knew this costume was a perfect match because you could show him how sexy and elegant you were

-taeyong prepared some food for you all and you had few drinks

-told a lot of horror stories and felt like kids again but jaehyun was waiting to go home only to spend more time with you

-“ the food is too hot,I can’t eat it ::( ’’

-you complained while the others turned their heads to look at you especially taeyong who was about to apologize for the food being too hot

-jaehyun: ‘’you’re hot but I’d still eat-“

--he was cut off mid-sentence by taeyong who slammed his hand down on the table

-“ONE MEAL

-“ONE NORMAL FUCKING MEAL JAEHYUN”

-you all started laughing and looked at jaehyun only to see him grinning like a little bitch he is

-you knew how cheeky he can be so you got up and came closer to him to wrap your arms around his neck

-closer to his ear so you can whisper nonsense, that apparently got him happier that you intended

-he was one lucky guy for sure

-and the Halloween was once again one of his favorite holidays

 Jungwoo

 -Jungwoo wanted something cute this year

-he was very excited to show you what costumes he prepared for you both

- he kept saying it was a surprise and told you not to prepare anything cause he will handle it

- so while you were preparing the candies for the kids, he snuck up on you and covered your eyes

- you could’ve sworn you felt something fluffy covering your face

- you touched his arms and tried to feel it

- and realized he was wearing paws

- ???

- “babe what are you-“

- he cut you off and turned you around to face him

- he was wearing a big Snoopy costume,with a red bowtie as well

- you felt yourself dying of cuteness

- because now you had THE actual snoopy as your boyfriend

- a bit weird but CUTE ok cute

- “do you like it?? the red bowtie is part of the costume so we could match”

- you looked at him all smiles

- his eyes were sparkling just like a puppy’s :,(

- He grabbed your hand and took you to your bedroom to show your costume

- it was the same snoopy costume but you had a red ribbon on top of your head

- you were excited to try it on

- and when you showed him the costume, he gently approached you to kiss your forehead

- “aren’t we the cutest?”

- after that, he helped you give sweets to trick-or-treaters and so many kids were in awe when they saw you two

- you took pictures to send to his family

- and in the end, you two ended up falling asleep

- cuddling on the couch surrounded by the candies left because you weren’t very active this year

- but still had a great time

  Mark

 -This year mark wanted it different

-he didn’t only wanted to crave pumpkins or go trick or treating

-he needed a break from every exhausting activity because being and idol

-and well,,

-being mOrk

-he was tired and needed an escape from that solicitant lifestyle

-he surprised you one day with a small trip to an orchard outside of Seoul

-you were so excited because you knew the weather was going to be in your favor

-plus you knew mark was a nonconformist and he wanted to make the time spent w you very special

-like every time

-such a cutie oml pls-

-you two took the train till there,admiring the view from the empty cabin you were in

-he was holding you close and your hand all the time

- occasionally he kissed the top of it

-but you always turned to give him a quick peck on his sweet lips

-you liked to see him all giggly and shy,rubbing his hand behind his head

-when you arrived there,you were accompanied by a guide

-showing you around the orchard

-you were so excited while looking around,looking at the different colors of the apples

-mark grabbed two baskets and offered to help you pick few red and beautiful apples

-you were picking them and from time to time you felt mark’s gaze on your body and smiled

-while he was distracted, you snuck up behind him only to see him startle

-you giggled when he picked you up,spinning you around

-only to leave a sweet kiss on your nose and lips

-after the apple picking,you went to a café that was only few miles away from the orchard

-ate apples on the way because you were a bit tired and very hungry lol

-at this cute café,you two spent some time chatting and just staring at each other

-because you were both cute little hopeless romantics <333

 Haechan

 -Haechan was actually going to lazy around that day but nope

-you dragged him out of the bed

-telling him you want to crave pumpkins because otherwise

-you will bite his ass

-he gave you the most shocked look

-then managed to laugh

-“I wouldn’t mind,just bite the corner,,just a small bite”

-you rolled your eyes and puffed air from your nose pretending to get mad

-you walked out of the room and grabbed your coat and the car keys

-“yeah right then I’m going to buy the pumpkins myself”

-he came after you giggling and insisting it was a joke

-but you knew and were obvs trying not to smile

-he was a sucker for your pouty face so he loved pissing you off

-little cute shit

-you finally arrived at the local market and bought two big pumpkins

-so orange and tasty

-haechan took a tiny pumpkin and said he’s going to make it your child

-“haechan I’m not gonna shove a knife into our kid,don’t name it!”

-he knew if he names an object and something bad happens to it

-you get attached to it and get sad

-so in the end he didn’t name it but still got it home

-at home,you tried to look on pinterest for craving ideas

-and haechan laughed cause that was silly

-“cmon babe are you seriously looking that on the internet? Just do- *stabs the pumpkin in the middle and cuts out the lid* -this”

-he looks at you with a smile on his face and you just stand there

-bamboozled

-like “I’m really dating a gemini huh”

-you try to cut your pumpkin but the skin was too hard

-and managed to drop the knife out of your hands with a loud bump on the floor

-haechan literally jumped thinking you cut yourself but you were just standing there,,

-bbq sauce on your tidd-

-jk jk

-you were standing there looking at the guts spilled all over the floor

-you sighed but haechan gave you a hug

-“you clumsy baby,gotta be careful. Let me do it for you,,you just scoop what’s left from the inside”

-and you did as he said a bit disappointed that he took the hard work

-even tho you wanted to show him you don’t need help

-but he knew you were an independent person anyway

-that’s what he loved about you actually

-after you were done with cravings,it was the tiny pumpkin’s turn to be cut

-you and haechan just turned to look at each other and he saw you giving him a trembling bottom lip

-“we can’t cut it baaabeee…” you whined

-“okay then just ..let’s draw a cool face on it,no harm”

-you agreed because obvs you couldn’t cut the child you had with him pff

-you took the marker and drew a caricature of your bf on it

-before showing it to him,you covered his eyes and suggested him to sit on the couch for few moments

-he was wondering what you were doing

-after a while you led him,eyes still closed,to the fireplace where you placed the pumpkins

-he opened his eyes and saw the tiny pumpkin standing between the bigger ones

-“see,these two are us and the tiny one is the kid”

-he gave you a look,his eyebrows rised but then laughed

-he hugged you and gave you a small kiss

-he then looked at the bigger pumpkins and stated nodding

-“damn we’re kinda ugly ngl”

taglist: @peachyhan​  --(who wants to be in the tag list,lmk!!)

[citrus-lady]

momo (bnha) headcanons maybe? 👉👈💕

All characters are 18+, Nsfw elements lie ahead, minors cover your eyes

Absolutely! I love Momo and she is one of my favorite characters. She definitely deserves more attention than she gets.

Momo is incredibly kind and sweet and would take care of her s/o. Anything they need/want she’ll get it for them. Clothes, food, anything. 

Dates would consist of many activities. Study/training dates, dates at cute and fancy cafes, shopping dates, cooking dates. Momo loves to spend time with her s/o and will do a lot of things with you.

You guys take turns deciding what to do on dates. 

She’ll bring you little snacks and treats at school as well as little gifts that she’ll think you’ll like. 

If it was raining outside after school she would have her driver drive you home too, provided it’s one of the days that you aren’t going to her house after school and before you both move into the dorms. 

That being said it isn’t uncommon for you to go over to her house after school or to each others dorm rooms to hang out. 

She would be a little shy about initiating physical contact but will 100% accept any kind of affection you give her. She’ll be a bit blushy if you initiate PDA other than hand holding but won’t push you away either. 

When you guys are in private though she is all about the cuddles. She especially likes in when you sit in between her legs or on her lap so that she can play with your hair. 

Momo would love it if you let her give you a makeover and let her pick out some of your clothes. She would also melt if she saw you wearing something of hers. Momo would definitely wear anything you gave her. Remember in Adventure Time when PB would wear Marcy’s shirt as pajamas? Yeah, that’s you guys. 

When ya’ll move into the dorms you guys are in each other's rooms 24/7. Sometimes you’ll even spend the night. Low key Aizawa knows what's up but doesn’t really care. He actually thinks it's a little cute and you guys don’t cause any trouble for him so he doesn’t mind. 

I can just picture you two watching cutesy anime shows and romantic comedy movies together with a bunch of fancy snacks she bought. 

Momo is probably one of the most romantic people in class 1-A and isn’t afraid to show everyone that you're together. She would 100% be the type to give you chocolates on Valentine's day, the really expensive kind too. 

You two will have to beat the ever-loving shit out of Mineta because he will either be harassing Momo, harassing you,or will be making explicit comments on your girl on girl relationship ( if the reader is a girl). 

Not gonna lie, Momo is a smoking babe and literally, everyone is jealous of you. 

Momo is a switch in bed but she’s going to be shy the first couple of times. 

Honestly, her quirk would be really useful in bed because she could create any lingerie, toys, etc. that you could want. 

She really enjoys lingerie in particular, even more so if it’s something she created with her quirk for you. Likes to use toys on you that she created too. 

Momo is both a giver and a receiver. When she’s giving she gives 110% to make you comfortable and to make it pleasurable. When receiving she would get really needy and would squirm and tug on your hair. 

At the beginning of the relationship, the sex is soft, sweet, and flirty but she wouldn't; mind getting a bit more kinky and dirty if her partner wanted it. 

Momo would love to take baths with you ( her tub is huge too) and she loves to wash your back and hair. She might even get a little bold and steal some not-so-innocent touches. She would definitely take you to a private hot spring. She also has really good quality bath products and her body washes smell amazing!

Similarly, she loves having little spa dates and little self-care dates either at home or at an actual resort. If it's at home you guys paint face masks on each other, paint nails, braid hair, and that sort of thing while eating snacks and watching movies in your pj’s. 

Momo likes being the big spoon the most but also will want to be the little spoon once in a while. 

Momo knows how to waltz and you can not change my mind. Imagine waltzing with Momo to the Howl’s moving castle theme. She’ll also take you to the fancy parties that her family gets invited to or hosts. 

Low key all I’m picturing right now is cute strawberry vanilla lesbians because I would date Momo 100%. 

[everything-person]

Coming Out to Dinner

A/N: HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Okay so this maybe a little late but in my defense my parents are divorced so I had second Thanksgiving today with my mom. This plot has been in my head for a while and it just felt appropriate to make it a Thanksgiving fic. Hopefully even if you don’t celebrate the holiday you can still enjoy this fic.

Summary: It’s November in Storybrooke Thanksgiving just around the corner. The Swan-Jones family is celebrating in a special way this year. (takes place after season 7)

🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃

“What are we doing for Thanksgiving next week,” Hope asked as munched on a waffle on morning.

Killian looked up at his wife waiting to hear the answer as well. He still didn’t really understand the holiday or why they celebrated it even after all these years living in this realm.

“Well,” Emma said as she chewed on a piece of bacon, “Your grandparents are in charge of cooking. Your grandpa is cooking the turkey. Then grandmas making roasted carrots, greenbean casserole, brussel sprouts, broccoli with cheese, sweet potatoes-”

“What about the mashed potatoes and stuffing?” Hopes face was full of concern over her favorite sides.

“I’m making those,” Emma stated taking another beat of her bacon.

“Grandma’s letting you incharge of not one but two sides?!”

Emma rolled her eyes, “I can boil potatoes, and the stuffing is coming from the box. I can follow instructions.”

Hope eyed her mother, “Okay but where we having it whose all coming?”

Emma swallowed the last bit of her bacon, “I think this year is gonna be smaller then previous ones. Regina said she probably won’t be able to make it this year. I think Henry and Ella are planning on surprising Regina with take out but they maybe over for dessert. Granny is staying open on Thanksgiving so shes busy. Zelena is Zelena. So I think its just gonna be us with your grandparents and uncle.”

“We will be hosting this feast this year,” Hopes father finally spoke up, “and you are free to invite someone if you’d like, love.”

Hope looks as if she about to say something before she decides against it. She bites her lip and turns her attention back onto her breakfast. Her parents gave each other a look before returning to their own food.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

WEEK OF THANKSGIVING

Hope sat on her bed reading the newest book Henry brought over for her when her phone rang. Her face lit up when she saw who was calling her.

“Hello beautiful,” Hope answered.

“Hello to you too gorgeous,” a femmene voice replied.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of receiving your call, milady.”

A giggle came through her phone that warmed Hopes heart. “I just wanted to call and see what you were up to.”

“I’m just hanging out in my room. Henry brought over a new book for me.”

“Oh I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you from your reading.”

“Not at all. I’m sure it’s a fine book but I’d rather be talking to you.” 

“Well aren’t you one smooth talker. I bet you can do more than just talk with that silver tongue of yours.”

Hope starts choking on her own spit. 

Laughter once again rings her ears, “I’m only teasing. Your so cute when you get flustered.”

Hope clears her throat trying to regain her composure, though her cheeks still felt warm. “So uh what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

“If this is your way of asking me to Thanksgiving dinner with your family, I accept.”

“No. I was-”

“I don’t think my family are dong anything they might be going to Grannies.”

“But I-”

 “Don’t get me wrong I love Grannys. But it’s Thanksgiving your suppose to have a home cooked meal. Plus being able to finally meet-”

“I’M NOT INVITING YOU TO DINNER,” Hope all but yelled.

The silence that followed was deafening. Hope realizing what she did covered her mouth wishing she could take it back. 

“Oh.”

Taking her hand away from her mouth Hope spoke, “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to yell and I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I would love for you to come over-”

“It’s okay. I get if its a just the family thing.”

“No its not- Its not that.”

“Okay so what is it?”

Hope squeezed her eyes shut as she prepared to say this next part, “I haven’t told my parents.”

“You haven’t told your parents what?”

“About us. That I have a girlfriend.”

“... Are you embarrassed by me?”

“No! No. This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.” 

“I’m not following.”

The tears Hope was holding in began to fall, “I’m-I’m scared. I don’t know how they will react or-or if they will even accept me. I don’t want to hide you or our relationship but I also don’t want my parents to hate me.”

“Aww babe.”

Hope began crying more as panic set in, “What if they tell me I can’t see you anymore? Or-or they make me go to therapy? Or they kick me out?”

“Baby you don’t really think they would kick you out, do you?”

“I don’t know,” Hope sniffled, “My dad is over 300 years old so he’s really old fashioned. My mom doesn’t talk about stuff so I have no idea what my mom thinks. Trust me, there have been so many times I have almost told them. So many times I have wanted to tell them about my beautiful funny girlfriend but I’m so scared.”

“Hey hey its okay. I get it. Tell them when you feel comfortable and safe to. okay? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

Hope wiped her nose before replying with a soft “okay.”

“So... I’m your beautiful funny girlfriend am I?”

The conversation turned back to light teasing. Both females blissfully unaware of the figure moving away from the door and heading back downstairs.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

THANKSGIVING

After a relaxing morning sipping on hot chocolate with cinnamon and watching the parade the Swan-Jones family split up. Emma getting the kitchen ready to be cooked in, Killian setting the table and Hope upstairs to change for dinner and wait for her grandparents and uncle to arrive. 

“Hope!” 

Hope her her father call for her from downstairs. 

“Come down, love. Guests should be here any minute.”

Hope marches downstairs and heads to the kitchen to see if there’s anything she can help with. Thats when the table caught her eye. Her brows furrowed as she counted the place settings.

“I thought just grandma, grandpa and uncle Neil were coming over. Why are there so many plates?”

Just then the doorbell rang. Hope turned her head and watched as her father opened the door greeting their new arrivals.

“Lady Ruby. Lady Dorothy thank you for joining us today. Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving Captain. Thank you for for inviting us.”

Hope quirked up an eyebrow, “Aunt Ruby?”

Ruby turned, her polite smile turning into a shit eating grin, “There’s my favorite lemur.”

Ruby quickly approached her niece wrapping her arms around her in a big hug. “It feels like forever since I’ve seen you. One of these day we are gonna go out just you and me.”

“What are you doing here? I thought Grannys was staying open.”

“Oh it is. Granny said she and the rest of the staff could handle it.”

“Ahem.”

Ruby finally released her niece stepping away so Hope could see the dark haired woman standing just a step behind her aunt. 

“OH sorry babe. Hope I don’t think you two have met. This is Dorothy my signifcant other.”

Hopes eyes blown wide, she’s so in shock she nearly misses when Dorothy extends a hand to her. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you Hope.”

Hope shakes herself out of it to grab the offered hand and shake it. 

“Um yeah you too. So how long have you two been together?” she asks hesittantly.

“Um I think maybe a year or two before you were born.”

“WHAT?! How am I only hearing about this now?”

Ruby chuckles before offering an explanation, “Well unlike your parents or grandparents we don’t feel the need to be together all the time. Or to talk about our relationship. Dorothy is also very busy being in charge of the OZ section of Storybrooke and the munchkins that live there.”

Hope was at a lost for words, thankfully she didn’t need them as the couple excused themselves to go say hello to her mother. Not long after that her grandparents and uncle. Soon the house smelled of food and light chatter. 

The door bell rang and a curious Hope answered. She opened the door to find two men standing now their porch. One had brown hair with green eyes and clean shaven, the other had brown eye with salt and pepper hair with matching beard. “Um, hi. Can I help you?”

“Sorry to disturb you. Does Captain Hook live here by any chance?” asked the bearded one.

Hope eyed the men before turning her head and calling for her father. When he saw who was at the door he greeted the men with a smile. “James! Thomas! Glad to see you two could make it. Come in please.”

Killian opened the door wider allowing the men to step through, closing the door behind them one they entered. Killian wrapped an arm around his daughter before introducing everyone.

“Hope I’d like you to meet some of my old crew mates.”

“Hi.” Hope gave both of them a small wave.

“This here is James,” he introduced the bearded man.

“Its a pleasure to meet you, Hope.”

Hope nodded giving him a polite smile.

“And this,” her father gestured to the clean shaven man, “is his partner Thomas.”

“Husband actually. After all these years we finally got hitched.”

“Well congrats gents. That’s marvelous. Come on let me get you both a drink and introduce you to everyone.” Killian droopped a kiss to his daughters hea before unwrapped his arm from around her leading the couple further into the house. Leaving Hope standing their stuck in her own head. 

Two hours later the food is almost ready and everyone is starting to gather around the table when the door bell rings again.

“I got it,” Emma called. She came back a minute later with Alice and Robin in tow. “Look what the cat dragged in everyone.”

A chorus of greetings followed.

“Hi everyone. Sorry if we are late but we brought chocolate covered strawberries.”

“No worries at all foods almost done so take a seat,” Emma waved away their apology, taking the plate and placing it in the fridge to save for later.

“And don’t worry Alice. We are making a plate for your father so you can take to him. Robin we can make one for you mother too if you’d like,” David offered.

“Thank you,” Alice smiled.

“Yeah thanks. I think she would appreciate a little plate.” Robin replied.

As everyone settled at the table, Snow and David began to fill it with all the sides and dishes that were created. Hope took a moment to look around the table to all their guests. Seeing all the friendly faces, and feeling the warm atmosphere, in that instance she made up her mind. 

Turning to her mother she asked, “Can I barrow the car?” Not bothering to wait for an answer as she put on her shoes and jacket.

Emma raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “And where are you going?”

“Theres someone missing,” She said as she closed the door behing her.

Twenty minutes later Hope is back but this time she is holding hands with a dark skinned girl. 

“Mom. Dad. Everyone, this is Celine. My girlfriend.” Her voice trembled slighty when she spoke.

Squeezing Hopes hand in what she hoped was a comfortng way, Celine smiled and waved at evryone. “Hello. Its a pleasure to be here.”

The small silence was broken by the sound of Killian pushing his chair back. He approached the young girls stoping in front of them. He offered a gentle smile before reaching forward. “Thank you for joining us Celine. Its an honor to meet you.”

Hope let out  a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding in, one lone tear escaped the corner of her eye sliding down her cheek. 

“Please come sit we were just about to begin dinner.”

Dinner went on smoothly. Filled with friendly chatter and compliments of the wonderful food. After dinner Henry, Ella, and Lucy all made an appearance for games then dessert. After dessert people started to had home. When it was down to just her grandparents and uncle left, who always stay to help clean up, Hope approached her mother from behind. Wrapping her arms around her in a hug, Hope whispered a ‘thank you’ inot her mothers shoulder.

“You have nothing to thank me for. You should talk to your dad though. He was the one who insisted we invite evryone.” Emma dried off her hands before turning around and returning the hug.

“I don’t care who you date. As long as they treat you well and you are happy. No matter what you will always be my daughter and I will always love you.”

Once they let go Hope went to find her father which didnt take long. She found him sitting on the front step enjoying the calm night. She sat down next to him leaning against his arm and laying her head on his shoulder.

“How did you know?”

“I heard you on the talking phone earlier this week. I thought it best to show you evrything was alright then to tell you.” Killian looked at his daughter, “I am a 300 year old pirate there isn’t anything I haven’t seen before. I fought to hard for my happy ending to judge others on their own.”

Hope nodded understanding what her dad was trying to say.She cuddled into her father more whispering ‘I love you dad,’ into his neck. 

Killian kissed the top of her head, “I love you too love. And nothing you do will ever change that.”

[sarahwyland]

74. "You can go kiss my ass." "Okay."

(I still have several prompts - I’ll get to them all!) 

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Nick asked. 

“Yes, Nicholas.” 

Nick raised his eyebrow at her short answer and watched as she fumbled with the new kitchen torch she had proudly brought home the day before. He crossed his arms and watched, ready for the inevitable moment in which he would need to intervene. 

Sabrina considered the cake and ice cream she had so carefully sculpted and then topped with meringue. It looked exactly as Aunt Hilda said it should. She took a big breath and raised the torch. 

Nick couldn’t help himself.

“Didn’t Hilda say to bake it instead of torch it?” 

“Nick,” she warned. 

He held up his hands in surrender. 

“Carry on.”

Sabrina repositioned the torch and squeezed the trigger. 

A burst of flame came out. She jumped in surprise, but didn’t let go of the trigger as the flame grew. She tried in control it, to evenly toast the meringue like Hilda had instructed. 

“Sabrina,” Nick warned. “I think you might want to dial it down.” 

“It’s fine, Nick.” 

He pursed his lips. His fingers flexed as he waited to see if he would need to jump in. 

The meringue got browner. 

“Sabrina...” 

“Nick,” she gritted out throw clenched teeth. “Stop talking.” 

All at once, the meringue went up in flames. It quickly spread to the wooden counter it sat on. 

Sabrina squealed and stumbled back, too surprised to even think to let go of the torch’s trigger. It caught the curtains on fire. Nick cursed. He sent a stream of water from both hands, one aimed for what was supposed to be the Baked Alaska, the other at the curtains, then turned both to douse the flame still shooting from the torch in Sabrina’s hand. 

“Nick!” she shrieked as she stood there soaked through. “Dammit! You ruined the dessert!” 

“Ruined the dessert?” he repeated. “Sabrina, you set the kitchen on fire.” 

“I didn’t...” Nick raised a pointed eyebrow. She glowered. “You can go kiss my ass, Nicholas Scratch!” 

“Okay,” Nick shrugged. 

“Okay?” Sabrina repeated. 

“I do like your ass,” Nick said. “Granted, I like Baked Alaska, too, and it doesn’t seem like I’ll be having that tonight.” 

“I hate you,” Sabrina informed him. She stormed off, leaving him to clean up the kitchen. He chuckled and used magic to clear away the ruined dessert and repair the burned counter and curtains. Once he was satisfied, he went in search of Sabrina. He found her on the back porch of the small cottage they shared just down the way from the mortuary. He could see the big house peeking out of the setting fog in the distance.

“I know you hate me, but do you still love me?” he asked as he came up behind her. She didn’t protest as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.

“You know I do, you idiot.” 

“You know I think it’s hot when you’re mad at me for being right about something,”  he countered. He nipped her ear. She tried and failed to elbow him. “Hot doesn’t cover what I think when you’re feisty.” 

“If you think sex is going to get you out of this...” 

Nick sighed and turned her to face him. He trapped her between himself and the railing. 

“Babe, you know you’re not actually mad at me.” 

Well into a century together, he had learned to read her mind, her moods. When she pouted he knew he was right. 

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” she said. “It’s our first family meal since we all came back to Greendale. It’s the first time we get to host one, no Hilda doing all the cooking or Zelda pouring the drinks. Me and you, welcoming our family into our home. I wanted it to be perfect.” 

Nick kissed her forehead. 

“You have made a delicious lasagna,” he reminded her. She had gotten a lot better at cooking over the years, which was lucky for him because he’d had to eat her earliest attempts at replicating Hilda’s recipes. “There’s garlic bread to go in the oven and I did a damned good job chopping vegetables for the salad.” That made Sabrina’s lips quirk into a smile. “So maybe the Baked Alaska didn’t turn out all that well, but do you honestly think Hilda Spellman is going to show up empty handed? It’s okay to yield her the dessert course. You can perfect the Baked Alaska for next time.” 

Sabrina sighed and turned her puppy dog eyes on him. 

“I’m sorry for being so snippy.” 

“No worries.” He leaned in to peck her lips. “You can make it up to me later by letting me kiss your ass.” That made Sabrina giggle. “Or whatever other part of you I can get.” 

“It’s a deal,” she agreed. She kissed him again, this one long and promising, before she pulled away. “They’ll be here soon. I suppose I should go warm up the oven for the bread.” 

Nick followed her into the house, then hung back as she walked into the kitchen. He watched as she stopped in her tracks and gasped. 

“How...” 

There, on the newly repaired counter, sat a perfect Baked Alaska.  

“I’m no baker,” Nick said as he once again encircled her from behind. “But I’m one heaven of a conjurer.” He hadn’t understood her insistence on making such a complicated dessert in the first place when baking as a whole wasn’t her strong suit, let alone doing so the mortal way, but he hadn’t questioned it. “I knew what that Baked Alaska meant to you.” 

Sabrina turned and kissed him soundly. 

Fifteen minutes later, the aunts walked in on quite the show.