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missskzbiased · 3 years ago

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Eggy First Date

Summary: You can’t seem to catch a break this week. You’ve run out of eggs, visibly stained your living room carpet with grape juice, and worst of all: your laundry machine has broken down. Such an event has resulted in you awkwardly shuffling your dirty clothes to the nearest laundromat, but hey, at least the boy using the machine next to you is cute!

WC: 2,3 K

Requested: By Stayndays <3 Thank you, Buddy!

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff, Humor (?)

AUs: College, (Implied) Classmates to Lovers, Crushes, Kinda Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Yang Jeongin X GN! Reader

Rebloggable Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of food, Language (Crap/Shit)

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Yep… Turns out it’s impossible to fix one’s life in a few hours.

You should have known better than letting everything pile up like that, but now it was a little bit too late to be sorry. As your phone insisted on reminding you ─ alarm shouting for anyone to hear ─, your parents should arrive at your apartment in about two hours. It didn’t sound too bad when you put it like this, but when you think in perspective, it’s kinda easy to see why you’re screwed up…

The first problem: You have no eggs.

It may not sound that alarming, but you promised your mom to flex your culinary skills and bake her favorite cake as soon as she came to visit you. Funnily enough, when you tried to fix some scrambled eggs on Tuesday ─ a hopeful attempt to eat anything other than cup noodles ─ you had to drop half of them to your recently cleaned floor. In other words, not only you had to clean your floor again but you also had only four eggs to make your lunch and survive the week… Which meant you ran out of eggs by Wednesday.

Now, you didn’t have to be a genius to know that having no eggs meant no favorite cake for your mom… And as much as having no cake didn’t sound like the end of the world, it was only the beginning. No cake meant questions, and questions meant answers, and answers meant you would have to either tell them the truth or lie to them… Unfortunately, you couldn’t tell them the truth or else you would expose your Thursday’s mistake, but we’ll get to that later.

That being said, you were left with two options: Lie to them ─ and risk being caught ─ or buy fresh eggs to bake her a cake. It was needless to say that you went with the last one. However, by Wednesday night ─ when, despite having no eggs, you had finals to worry about ─, buying your groceries after your exams, on Friday, sounded like the perfect plan. And it kinda was… At least for the next 24H that followed it, before you managed to screw everything up on Thursday.

The second problem: Grape juice.

You were stressed out, alright?! You had only one more day to go with your exams and it may or may not have gotten to your head. So drinking grape juice on the couch ─ since you had no actual food to eat and have been feeding on liquids ─ while watching a 20 minutes episode of Brooklyn 99 was a good way to relax. Perhaps, you should act more like the nonfunctional college student that you were. This way, you would be studying in your room instead of missing the coffee table as you laughed; spilling your juice on the carpet.

Of course, it couldn’t be a normal carpet that was totally replaceable… No, it had to be the very own carpet your grandma gifted to your father when he moved out… It happened to be the same one her mother gave to her when she moved out as well! Of course, it had to be this one and not the stupid carpet on your bathroom that meant absolutely nothing. It had to be the carpet your father gifted to you while saying that this new journey full of responsibilities ─ also called miserable college life ─ would be blessed by your previous generations or whatever!

Basically, you just drowned your whole family in cheap juice that tasted like purple! Because of a joke! A joke that wasn’t even that good! It definitely wasn’t worth it.

Whatever was the necessary skill to remove a stain from a carpet, you didn’t have it. And you didn’t have the time to learn it either. So, as a desperate student, you did the best you could: Blot the liquid with a wet cloth, pour about half of the ocean over the spot, mix the most random stuff you had, soak the carpet overnight, and go off to sleep so you wouldn’t botch your finals.

The third problem: The Rise of the Machines.

When you got home after your exams ─ no eggs, ‘cause your mind was too focused on saving the carpet ─, you were still hopeful that everything was going to be okay. The Internet blessed you with the ultimate knowledge to remove any stains from a sacred carpet and you followed each step as if your life depended on it. Because it did. You did such an amazing job that the spotless area turned into a clean spot on the dirty carpet… And that, dearest friends, was the real problem.

It was exactly 10:27 PM when you decided to shove your carpet into the washing machine and go downstairs to buy a burger on your friend’s stand. It was about 11:13 PM when you got back to your place, happily fed and unworried about your life. It took you less than a minute to have all of your happiness fading away as you saw that the foam spilled over the floor, bringing you a sad realization: Your washing machine had failed you.

In other words, you had a damp, dirty carpet to save, a dozen eggs to buy, a cake to bake, and a lie to keep in the next… Twelve hours or something. And you needed to sleep for at least half of that time. But that was okay! Everything was fine… You had six hours to fix your entire life tomorrow, right? Yeah… Except that not really, no. Because obviously ─ how didn’t you see that coming? ─, your phone had decided to not wake you up the next morning.

The fourth problem: Your parents.

The two hours ahead of you could mean twenty minutes or even a second… Knowing your parents, they could be standing right in front of your door, ringing your bell and asking themselves why you weren’t home. The answer would be because you were at the laundromat next to your building, which wasn’t the cheapest one but it was the closest thing you had to a miracle right now. Well, it would be, if the washing machine actually gave a shit about your struggles.

As the water slowly spilled over your carpet ─ instead of being gushed to soak the damn thing ─, you let your shoulders drop and a sigh escape from your lips. You didn’t know if you felt more relieved for finally having things working out or defeated for having to go through all of this. The exhausted eyes you met in your reflection were a good hint, though, and you got closer to the glass door to rest your forehead on the cold surface and take a small break. At least ─ as long as your parents didn’t arrive before the drying cycle ─, they would never know about the truth and everything should be just fine… You wouldn’t need to worry about being kicked out from the family.

“Crap” You grumbled, mindlessly knocking your head on the door on repeat.

“Tough day, huh?” The soft voice was familiar, but the warm hand preventing you from hitting the glass again wasn’t. You frowned before turning to check if you weren’t going crazy. To your misfortune, the cute boy smiling sympathetically at you was exactly who you thought it was “That’s bad for you” He pointed out, chuckling as he watched you snapping your head away from his hand.

“Hey!” You blurted; face burning to the thought of him seeing you like this. Why everything had to go so wrong in your life?! Why did Jeongin have to see you wearing the most sloppy outfit you could ever wear? Your hands flew to your hair to try and fix the nest on top of your head “What’s up?” You huffed playfully; hitting his shoulder lightly in the most unnatural way that you could.

Way to go, Y/N! Humiliate yourself in front of your crush!

“Just washing some stuff” He shrugged, pointing to the machine next to yours, “You don’t usually come here, though… Well, at least, I never saw you here before” He mused, arching his brow “Are you following me around now?” He whispered teasingly, cupping his hand around his mouth as he smirked at you.

“What?! No!” You panicked, widening your eyes and floundering your hands in the air “I’m not, I swear!” You insisted as he stared at you mockingly, “If anything you’re the one following me! I live nearby! Where do you live?! Is it even close?!” You defended yourself vehemently; poking his chest as you visibly lost your mind.

“I’m joking, jeez!” He chortled, rubbing his torso “Calm down, Y/N… It’s your neighborhood, I know” He reassured you, squeezing your shoulder and chuckling as you relaxed under his touch “I was just trying to make you feel better” He explained; hand sliding to pat your back “What’s up? Did you mess up on your exams?” Jeongin asked; tone wandering around curiosity and worry.

“No… I did just fine” You sighed; getting him to tilt his head in confusion ─ he’s so cute scrunching his nose like this! ─ while you smiled at him, getting back to your senses.

It was just Jeongin, for Lord’s sake… He was your classmate! He had seen you look way worse than this before, if you were being honest. Which wasn’t that reassuring now that you think about it… But anyway! He had seen you drooling all over your desk, and snoring, and looking like a zombie! There was nothing to worry about… Even if he kinda is really cute and you kinda have a crush on him.

“Wanna talk about it?” He offered friendly. Did he really have to be this kind and bubbly while smiling at you? Couldn’t he be a little bit less cute? Or just look like a normal human being while doing his laundry? Like having messy hair… Or messy clothes… Or dark circles under his eyes… Or just not look this fresh and perfect and… ��Y/N?” He called unsurely, waving his hand in front of your eyes.

“Sorry” You rushed to say, ducking your head between your shoulders “I... I mean, there’s a lot going on in my mind now” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t quite the truth. You were just thinking about him, but he didn’t need to know that, “Mom and Dad are going to come and visit me today… I promised to bake her a cake, but I ran out of eggs” Now you were just spilling whatever was on your mind, hm? It probably didn’t even make sense for him.

“And you thought doing your laundry could get you some?” He joked confusedly, laughing as you pouted at him.

“No…” You whined, kicking him lightly “I knocked my grape juice on the family’s sacred carpet… So I’m trying to make it look okay or else my dad is going to kill me” You explained further, pinching the bridge of your nose “But they’re coming and I still have to buy those damn eggs, and bake this damn cake, and wash this damn—”

“Hey, hey” He shushed you, holding both of your shoulders to prompt you to look into his eyes. They held a thousand million stars… But that wasn’t really the point “Everything’s good, okay? Why don’t we go to buy some eggs, then you go and bake your cake?” He suggested calmly, massaging your skin as he smiled reassuringly “I can take care of your laundry… Mine is here anyway” He chuckled, seeing the way your eyes lit up to his plan “I can get it to your house before they get there… They’ll never know” He promised.

“No way” You chirped; hands jolting to his face and grabbing his cheeks firmly “Jeongin” You said seriously; eyes unwavering as you stared right into his “You’re my hero” You stated matter-of-factly, enticing a wide grin from him “I owe you my life, I mean it” You concluded, quickly letting go of his face.

What were you doing?!

“Ask me on a date and we’re even” He joked.

“Don’t be silly” You rolled your eyes, pretending not to be affected by his friendly banter.

“Fair enough… So go out with me on a date and we’re even” He smirked; eyes glinting amusedly as you let your mouth fall agape to his request. You took a while to react properly, and the growing silence seemed to get into Jeongin’s head, “I mean… I’d like to if that’s okay with you…” He shrugged, gulping down nervously “I’ve been wanting to… I was going to ask… I was just waiting for…” He floundered, clearing his throat to make it less obvious.

“Well, if it makes us even…” You fought back your smile, watching as his anxiety dissolved into relief before he beamed at you “I guess I’d love to go on a date with you...” He laughed wholeheartedly, taking your hands in his “What about next week?” You suggested coyly, enjoying the warmth of his touch.

“What about now?” He grinned like a fox.

“Have you listened to what I said before?” You chortled “I have to buy some eggs and –” You began to enumerate on your fingers, but he giggled playfully, interrupting you.

“You know what’s funny?” He smirked “My dream was to buy some eggs with you as a first date… I don’t think we’ll ever get this chance again” The corner of his lips twitched; dimples showing as he looked fondly at you “Shall we?” He asked in mocking politeness, extending his arm for you to take.

“I must say you have such a weird taste…” You hummed, studying his extended arm amusedly “But you’re cute, so it’s all forgiven” You shrugged, chuckling as he locked his arm with yours and took the lead to find a grocery store nearby.

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wlntrsldler · 4 years ago

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Could you maybe do Love Story for George? I will leave the details up to you but I do love the way you write him.

PROMPT: based on love story by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) George has a crush on a shy Hufflepuff.

WC: 1.6K+

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

love story (g.w one shot)

George didn’t know what it was about you that caught his attention first. It was like his life at Hogwarts was divided into two parts: before he met you and after he met you. It was like before he met you, after every prank, successful or not, he would bask in the cheers and laughter of every Hogwarts student. He and Fred had that in common- arrogant, at times, but never egocentric. Okay.. maybe a little bit, he’ll admit. He would walk through the corridors of the school, high-fiving all the students who worshiped his and Fred’s pranks. He loved it, to say the least. He loved looking into the crowd of people who loved him for doing what he loved to do.

But after he met you, when he met your eyes for the first time as you stood towards the back of the crowd that formed around him and Fred for winning a Quidditch match, he found himself looking for you everywhere he looked. When he made his way to the Great Hall, his eyes searched for you at every house’s table. He’d zone out, ignoring his twin’s incessant chatter about their next prank. He even tripped on his own feet, more times than he’s willing to admit, because he was too focused on trying to find you. Eventually, Fred caught onto his crush, taking every opportunity to tease him about it.

George wanted to talk to you. Godric, did he want to talk to you, but he didn’t know where to start. What if you didn’t like his pranks? What if you thought he was annoying because of his obnoxiously loud laughter? He didn’t even know what house you were in! Even worse, he didn’t even know your name! George mentally scold himself, cursing that he let years pass before he even noticed you. But now that he knew who you were, Merlin, was he going crazy.

After a few weeks of obsessively searching for you in everything that he did, he finally found you. You were in the greenhouse, caring for plants with Neville. Truth be told, he probably wouldn’t have found you if he wasn’t sneaking around to pluck a leaf from a plant that Professor Sprout was caring for, for a prank he and Fred were going to pull on Filch.

He hid behind one of the pillars leading towards the greenhouse, watching as you helped Neville properly care for the plants. George watched you as you mumbled words of encouragement to the young Gryffindor, walking away to tend to your own duties. He saw the yellow tie you wore proudly around your neck. He couldn’t help but continue to stare at you, finding your movements so captivating. It wasn’t until Neville spotted him and raised an eyebrow in confusion that he realized how odd he must’ve looked.

Blushing furiously, he emerged from behind the pillar and began to walk towards the greenhouse. He was thanking his lucky stars that your back was turned from him, not catching him. George looked at Neville, widening his eyes a bit and using his head to motion for the door. It took a minute for Neville to understand what George was saying but when he did, the boy giggled softly before removing his apron.

“Hey, Y/N?” Neville asked.

Y/N, George thought, even her name is gorgeous.

“Yeah?” You turned around, expecting Neville to be the only one in the greenhouse. When your eyes met George’s, your jaw dropped a bit, not realizing you had company. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, suddenly becoming too aware of your disheveled appearance. You’ve been working in the greenhouse all day, you haven’t had the time to clean yourself up. “Oh, h-hi.”

Neville discretely nudged George’s arm, already understanding that George most likely had a crush on you. He was glad, he knew George well enough to know that he was a good guy. You were the only one who was kind to him and helped him fuel his love for Herbology, stating that you saw a lot of yourself in him. George was one of the few people who stood up for him when he was being teased, so for that, he was eternally grateful.

“I forgot I had something to do today, is it okay if I leave you a bit early today?” Neville asked, already half-way out the door.

Reluctantly, you nodded, a bit suspicious with the boy. “Sure, Nev. Meet here on Tuesday?”

“Mhm!” He called out, closing the door behind him. Through the glass, you heard his muffled farewell, “Bye, Y/N! Bye, George!”

Your cheeks turned a shade of pink, realizing that now it was just you and George. You tried to flatten out your hair, trying to salvage a bit of your appearance. You snuck a quick glance at your reflection, grimacing when you realized that it didn’t help you much. Giving up, you smiled shyly at the ginger boy in front of you, who was watching you with an amused smirk on his face. You cleared your throat, “How can I help you, George?”

George’s eyebrows shot up in surprise when his name left your lips. You said his name so beautifully. The tips of his ears turned red and all of his found confidence quickly faded away, “Y-you know who I am?”

“‘Course I do,” you giggled, turning back around to tend to your assignment, and to hide your blush. “You’re legendary, you know.”

George heard those words from other people before. He heard it nearly everyday, but when you said it, nobody else mattered. She thinks I’m legendary, a voice in his head sang. It took all of his being to not do a happy dance right then and there. But then he realized that you knew who he was- not just that he was a Weasley, but you could tell him and Fred apart. “How do you know I’m not Fred?”

You looked over your shoulder, his words making you doubt your certainty. Your eyes raked over his body, stopping at the small indent on his left cheek, a defining mark of George Weasley. It was almost unnoticeable, almost. Your lips quirked up to a smile, shrugging, “I just do.”

“Hmm, I’ll learn your wicked ways one day, Ms. Y/N,” he grinned, now standing beside you.

You secretly hoped he’d never find out. It wasn’t really easy to explain that you’ve stared at him so much over the years that you’ve now learned their mini differences. You’ve had a crush on the younger twin for years, but being the shy Hufflepuff that you are, never once made a move. You’ve admired him from afar, opting to spare yourself from embarrassment.

You cleared your throat, “What did you need, Mr. George Weasley?”

He began to explain his next prank to you, finding comfort in the way you burst out laughing by the time he finished. You placed a hand over your mouth, wanting to silence your laughter. George bit his bottom lip, trying to contain his smile. He loved the way he made you laugh. Your laugh was like music to his ears. Once you calmed down, you placed your tools down and walked to the other side of the greenhouse. He followed you like a lost puppy, stopping when you did.

“What’s this?” he asked when you placed a leaf in the middle of his palm. He raised it up, twisting the stem between the pads of his index finger and his thumb. He leaned over and smelled it, “Hmm, not bad.”

You smiled, “This is the key to making your prank successful. Mix it in with his food and he should be out like a light for a few minutes.”

George beamed with excitement, using his free hand to raise a thumb up. “Brilliant, thank you, Y/N! I owe you!”

“It’s nothing,” you brushed off, returning to your work. “It’s an honor to play a part in one of your pranks.”

“Let me make it up to you,” George argued, leaning against the glass walls. “Let me do something to repay you for your kindness.”

“Truly, it’s nothing, George,” you said, waving him off.

“Blimey, Y/N,” George groaned, marching over to you. He grabbed your shoulders and made you face him. His touch sent shocks throughout your body, making you look down at your feet. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, embarrassed by the bright red blush you knew stained your cheeks. “You make it so difficult for a guy to ask you out.”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Your jaw was hanging wide open, staring at him in disbelief. He stood there, hands on your shoulders, with a handsome smirk on his face. Did he really need to be that attractive? You questioned, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Dearest Y/N, I was trying to ask you out smoothly but your cute, yet oblivious self, was not catching onto my hints.”

“I- what?”

He chuckled, “Just say yes, darling.”

You gulped, the sound of his laugh sending shivers down your spine. You looked down at where he held you, unable to hold back the smile that was threatening to come out on your face. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, you nodded, “I-uh, s-sure.”

He let your shoulders go, holding the leaf tightly in his hand, “I’ll see you tonight!”

Shocked and at a loss for words, you barely managed to utter out, “Where?”

George set you a look over his shoulder, “Quidditch Pitch at 11!”

You listened to his footsteps disappear into the hall, looking down at your feet with a large grin on your face. That night was the start of your very own love story.

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brittledame · 4 years ago

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟏𝐊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢’𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭!

Birthdays, a single day marked down on the calendar. It’s the same date, unchanging, yet year after year, Taichi’s birthday still catches you by surprise. Nevertheless, while curled up in bed with his legs completely entangled in yours, came the discussion on how to spend it.

Taichi seemed indifferent about celebrating, soon claiming exhaustion and that had put the topic on ice until the next day. From the conversations in the weeks leading up to it, you gauged that he wasn’t into a party on his actual birthday, which unfortunately placed on a Tuesday this year. You wholeheartedly agreed – a mid-week hangover wasn’t in the cards.

After much back and forth with Taichi arguing he’s fine without a party for his 24th. You both finally come to an agreement of a small gathering with new and old friends and family that weekend.

Taichi, in all the years you’ve known him, can be summed up in two words: easy going. He was happy to have a party so long as it didn’t put either you or him out in anyway. As the date neared, you could tell from snippets of conversation that he was looking forward to meeting up with old high school friends and his parents that he hasn’t seen since January.

What Taichi didn’t agree or know about was that you were planning a surprise on his actual birthday. What he didn’t know won’t hurt. It was probably for the best because in the end, he was scheduled an entire gruelling day of university classes and work.

You bemoaned that it was a poor way to celebrate his day, but he shrugged it off. What else was he to do?

Now with today being the day, he was already up and gone before you could muster a kiss and a ‘happy birthday’. The rest of the day saw to you darting in and out of the shared apartment, followed by a stressing in the kitchen.

It was unexpected receiving a text that they asked him to stay back and being who he is, Taichi reluctantly agree for the paycheck. Guilt swelled inside you at the relief you felt reading that. The extra hour would give you plenty of time to finish arranging everything.

An hour later found you finishing up cooking a miniature feast to make up for the lacklustre day. You ended up ordering in some dishes in that you weren’t brave enough to conquer – the spread was enough to astound a food critique. You hoped that Taichi is hungry after nearly losing a finger by making the sukiyaki that he constantly craved.

You had asked his mother for the recipe, knowing that he’d appreciate it even if it wasn’t as great as hers. She was more than happy to pass it down to you, gushing about how sweet you are for doing it for her son. You weren’t compelled to tell her that you’d walk over a bed of fire for Taichi and everything he’s done for you. This was the least of what you could do for you.

It was as you rinsed off a plate, table set out with the modest layout of food, when the door creaks open.

“Babe, I’m home!” He calls out, keys rattling as he places them in the key dish.

“In the dining room,” you call out in kind.

Dropping the plate in the dish drainer to deal with later, you dry your hands and dart into the adjoining room, beating him by a hair of a second. He blinks at the streamers thrown around the room, following their colourful trails until his eyes widen as they alight on the food-laden table.

“Surprise!” You announce, arms held wide and invitingly. “I know this isn’t much, but I thought-“

Taichi doesn’t let you finish, instead sweeping you up in a strong, all-encompassing hug that quickly became his trademark.

“It’s perfect.” He murmurs into your hair, grip somehow becoming tighter as you run your hands through his hair.

Patting him on the back, you try to delay your own welling emotions by whispering back, “Happy birthday, iron giant.”

Taichi pulls away with a small grin. “I’m not even that tall, but okay.”

“Sure, mister six foot four.” You roll your eyes and grab his hand, tugging him towards the table and seating him. “Please tell me you’re hungry because I think I might cry if I have to throw this all out.”

“Absolutely famished.” Taichi replies, picking up his chopsticks and letting them hover in the air between dishes, as if he couldn’t decide where to start.

“Here, let me serve you up,” you offer, scooping up his bowl and piling it full of food that you think he’ll enjoy the most. His eyes light up at the loaded dish as you pass it off with a caution, “Please remember to chew, I don’t want to take you to the emergency room tonight.”

“I dunno,” he drawls, plopping a bite into his mouth and swallowing it. “Sounds like fun to me. They might even give me a sticker for being a good boy.”

Shaking your head at him, you take a seat and start eating alongside him. The conversation doesn’t waver, instead taking off to him gushing about how good everything tasted and morphs into surprise when you confess that you made some of them.

Even after long and tedious day, it warmed you to see him so full of vigour. Well, at least Taichi’s own special brand of it.

After the dishes are nearly empty and the table is cleared away, Taichi and you set up shop on the lounge. Stretching and drifting away in the post-food coma, the both of you watch the random movie Taichi selected with little interest, instead paying more attention to each other’s quiet comments on the acting.

From all the food you hated to see wasted, you were full enough to contemplate a life living out on the lounge, comfortably perched between his askew legs on the over-stuffed lounge. The poor slice of the cake that you had to rushed to pick up earlier today at abandoned on the coffee table Taichi was brave enough to put his feet up on – neither of you being eager enough to eat again so soon.

You softly knock your elbow into his ribcage. “No feet on the table, not when food is on it, please.”

He exaggerates a long-suffering groan before he bends forward and picks up the cake, settling back into place behind you with a mischievous glint in his eyes that you didn’t trust in the slightest.

“If you smash my face into that cake, Taichi, I swear-“

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling dearest.” He purrs, swiping some of the frosting off with his forefinger.

Knowing Taichi wouldn’t expose his plan, you’re silent as he tilts your head to meet his gaze head-on and smears the frosting on your lips. His breath fans across your skin and warms your rapidly heating cheeks.

“Now it’s time for dessert.”

You couldn’t deny Taichi on a good day, but on his birthday? You were happy to spend a night indulging every request he made.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝!

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everything is you: six

A/N: Good afternoon! Sorry for taking so long to update, have not been in a good mindset and still not, but I want to post this just to give you guys something. It’s been hard and my confidence in my writing has been shit. It’s not something I like sharing, but just wanted to be honest with you all. I just want to thank you all for giving me such nice messages regarding my finals, it was awful, but definitely glad to have it over with.

Currently, Snapshots and Misconstrued is almost done, just trying to work some things out with it. Two Weeks part two should be coming up soon as well along with three requests. I’m updating the request list later, if you do not see your request, feel free to message me.

Also, got a Rio/Reader/Angel story on the horizon.

Thank you all for your patience and support. Hope you all enjoy this update! Love you all!

I would also like to thank @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat & @justahopelessssromantic <3

Also, happy birthday @losolvidad0s <3

everything is you

one : two : three : four : five

Word count: 8088

Warnings: Angst

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Alena laughed as Victor told her about his younger brother Richard and all the mischief they used to partake in when they were younger. She’s met Richard a few times and he was quite a charming guy, but he definitely was not as charming as Victor.

He was the oldest of the two and their parents passed away when they were younger. The only family they had, the only family they cared for was Eddie Johnson, Alena’s boss. Victor was Eddie’s nephew, his self-proclaimed favorite nephew, though Richard states the same phrase as well. Alena liked being around them since she reminded them of her own little family.

“Are you going with Mr. Johnson next week to Bali?”

“No, I passed this time around since you respectfully declined yet again.” Victor wasn’t sure what it was about Alena. She was a cute girl, but she was hardly his type. But he gravitated towards her. His Uncle Eddie always raved about her and he had to get to know her. Much like her, he had a shared love for art and was actually a gallerist for a few well known painters and sculptors. Victor didn’t do it much since he found himself working at his uncle’s much more often, mostly due to Alena.

For years, they’ve become closer and closer and he learned more and more about her. And due to that, he fell harder and harder. At times he felt like an idiot for doing so, she was married, no matter what the status of her relationship with Angel was, he knew Angel had a hold over her. He wasn’t sure if it was gratitude, his son or what, but whenever she spoke about Angel, her whole face would brighten up. But he also had the greatest control over her emotions. He doesn’t think Angel purposely yo-yo’s his feelings for Alena, but it frustrated him.

Alena should move on and be with someone who would proudly tell people that they were in love with her. Not someone who kept her at limbo and had sex with her more frequently than Alena would like to admit to him. He was honestly surprised Alena wasn’t pregnant.

“I would rather spend some time away from Mr. Johnson, he’s amazing, but I need a break. He might make me work while we’re there.” Alena took a bite of her pasta, letting out a small moan at how good the sauce was. “Absolutely insane how good that is.”

Victor couldn’t help it. Hearing her moan, it made his dick twitch. But he would never push Alena and he was pretty sure this was a friendly dinner and not a date.

“My grandmother had the best recipes. If you marry me, I can totally share the family recipes.” He winked at her, making Alena blushed. “Speaking of marriage, how is your husband dearest?”

“He’s fine, I’m really sorry about the way he answered the phone the other night. He’s just protective and you know, territorial cause he thinks I won’t be committed to Cruz anymore.” She took a sip of the wine that she bought for their dinner. “I can assure you, there is nothing going on besides coparenting.”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Alena placed some salad on her plate.

“Come on Alena, we’ve been friends for almost seven years now. You’ve always had a complicated relationship with Angel and now, he tells you he has feelings for you. It’s a rollercoaster ride with him and you deserve someone who is more stable.” He was talking of himself of course, but it was true. Alena didn’t need to be taken on this ride. She deserved more than that.

“Angel is just projecting or something, he just thinks he’s losing me because I’m interested in you.” Alena looked up at Victor before looking back down at her food.

He smirked at her admission and lightly chuckled. “You’re interested in me, carina?” It was his nickname for her, cute in Italian. Alena always hoped that Victor would never call her that in front of Angel and she was determined to keep it that way. She knew Angel’s nicknames held special meaning and she didn’t want him thinking that Victor had numerous nicknames for her. It was just one and if she was being honest, it was incredibly adorable.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” Alena sighed, biting her bottom lip, which Victor hated cause all he wanted to do was kiss her.

“Alena, I would never push you. If you want to give it a shot, that’s fine, but I know the guilt is eating you up cause you’re technically married and you respect the sanctity of marriage.” Victor placed a hand on top of hers.

Alena couldn’t help but think how much bigger Victor’s hands were compared to hers. She looked up at him and he had that warm smile he always gave her. Victor was always there for her, he was so sweet and always let her do her own pace. He never pushed her or anything.

Once she and Angel’s divorced was finalized, she would give him a chance.

“I have a gallery I’m setting up for next week, did you want to come and see how it’s done?” Victor knew of Alena’s passion for art. She was an amazing painter and he really wanted to slightly push her on sharing her work with the world. Hell, he wanted her to go back to school and pursue art so he could get her to do a few gallerist work, maybe even become an art handler. She couldn’t be Uncle Eddie’s assistant forever.

“Sure! I would love that, when is it again?” Alena excitedly replied. She’s never seen an art gallery be put together before and she would love to experience that.

“Next Tuesday, it’s at the art gallery a few blocks from our apartment.”

“Sounds good, I’m excited to see the master at work.”

Victor held Alena’s hand as he walked her down to her door, their night was full of laughter, random topics of conversations and just an overall good night. Alena forgot how it was to go on a date with someone and she was glad it was Victor that she went out with.

“I had a great time.” Alena told him when they stopped in front of her door.

“Same here on our lovely friendly date.” He teased her. “I’m serious about this Alena, I really want for us to give it a shot when you’re ready.”

Alena was slightly annoyed at the fact that she let herself be blinded by her relationship with Angel, well her non-relationship. He was always so hot and cold. She knew enough about relationships to know it wasn’t worth it. Their relationship was solely for Cruz and she was finally understanding that better and better.

“I know. Thank you again.”

Victor nodded his head, his eyes drifting to Alena’s lips. Maybe a little push wouldn’t hurt her. He leaned down, waiting for Alena to back away or anything, but she didn’t. When their lips connected, Alena froze, but eventually relaxed. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. Alena couldn’t help but compare Angel and Victor. Angel’s lips were moist, warm, and so sinfully delicious. And to her surprised, so was Victor’s. The butterflies in her stomach were going wild as Victor’s tongue slipped inside her mouth.

He eventually pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. He gave her one more kiss before pulling away.

“I’m gonna go before this goes any further.” Victor chuckled. “Good night Alena.”

“Good night Victor.” She unlocked her door and leaned against it once it was locked.

God, she was in such trouble.

============

Carla sat down on Alena’s couch, nursing the wine glass in her hands, completely enjoying her day. They went to the spa like Angel had suggested and it was the best idea ever. Carla watched as Alena smiled as she was texting on her phone. It seemed that her date with Victor went well since she had been texting him nonstop this whole day.

“Dude, put your phone down, you need a break from Victor.” Carla teased her.

“I’m not talking to Victor,” Alena laughed. “Angel is being silly and sending me pictures of him and Cruz.”

Carla had to smile at that. From what EZ told her, Angel finally realized his feelings for Alena, but was just taking his sweet ass time to tell her. The way she saw it, Angel was losing precious time because Alena seemed to be entertaining the idea of starting a relationship with Victor.

“Ah, the husband. How are things with you and Angel?” Carla placed her wine glass on the coffee table.

“Good, the sex ban went out the door.” Alena had her phone on her lap.

Carla had to applaud Alena for the valiant effort. She knew that she could just deny Angel for so long. She couldn’t blame her, even though she was with EZ, she could appreciate that Angel was a good looking guy. And she knew of Alena’s attraction to Angel, her love for Angel. It was sad at times knowing how much Alena gave up for Angel, how much she loved him to the point that she became the mother of his child.

“Told you you couldn’t resist him.”

“He literally woke me up to have sex.” Alena blushed remembering how amazing that night was.

“Has Angel ever not enticed you?” Carla teased.

“Yes, there was like six months where we didn’t do anything because I really didn’t want to do anything with him. He didn’t initiate anything until I was fully comfortable with sleeping with him.” Then she remembered Angel’s words. “Cruz asked Angel for a sibling.”

“Oh, did he?” Carla was more than amused. She’s heard that before. Cruz had been asking Angel for a sibling and it was always the same response, ‘we’ll ask mommy’. Carla was secretly rooting for Angel. She watched them do this dance for so long and always wanted Alena to be happy, she knew that it would be with Angel no matter how much of an idiot he was. As much of an idiot Angel was, Carla always saw how much Angel cared for Alena. He always protected her, was there for her and she was almost sure that Angel almost killed Dante, well deserved.

“Yeah,” Alena shrugged. “But I mean we’re getting divorced in a few months, so maybe his next girlfriend.” She laughed, but Carla knew there was no humor.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Put yourself down or even believe Angel would let you go.” Carla knew Angel had no plans on signing the divorce papers. “Your Cruz’s mom, do you think that after you get divorced if it even happens, that you would become a stranger?” Carla wasn’t sure if Alena knew what would happen once they got divorced, but it wasn’t what she thought that was for sure. Hell, she didn’t even actually believe that they would get divorced. Angel finally realized he’s in love with her. If there was one thing she knew for certain about Angel, she knew he wasn’t a quitter. Alena has loved Angel for so long, she was certain her friend would never believe it once he confesses. “I love you Alena, but you can be so naive. Angel would never let you go, Cruz would never let you go. I know you somehow believe that you two will get divorced and have shared custody of Cruz, but we both know you don’t want that and Angel doesn’t either.”

“Angel just likes me because of convenience. Otherwise, he would take any other women.” Ailee slightly smiled, looking down at her lap. “He said it himself that he had no feelings for me, and that’s okay.”

“You can’t possibly believe that, Angel is losing his shit because of Victor.”

“Angel is just territorial. I’ve been the one constant in his life and he’s being unreasonable, once he finds someone else to occupy his time, wouldn’t even be an issue.”

“Stop doing that, come on Alena, give Angel more credit than that.” Carla should help Angel, especially how much of a dick she was when it came to Victor. Besides, all she wanted was for Angel to realize what he had before he lost it. The Reyes brothers could be so dense at times. “Do you,” she paused, not sure if she should even put the idea in Alena’s head cause Angel would have her head. “Do you want to pursue something with Victor?”

Alena looked at her best friend, slightly laughing. She wasn’t sure. Victor has always been there for her, he was a kind man who protected her. He was smart, Cruz liked him, and he wasn’t bad on the eye. But at the same time, Angel, she’s loved Angel for eight years now. She prayed that maybe it would fade, that she would settle with being friends with him, the old cliche, she’d rather have him than not at all.

Then Cruz happened.

Then they got married.

And now, she was anticipating for them to divorce.

God, she felt like a fool.

She gave up so much for Angel. She didn’t expect him to do the same and she was an adult who made her choice. She never regretted it. But she wished she found someone for herself as well.

And she felt now that she did.

She found it in Victor.

“Yes, once Angel and I are divorce, I want to pursue something with Victor.”

Carla felt her stomach drop and she kind of regretted asking Alena. She knew once she told EZ, it wouldn’t be long before Angel found out. Angel would raise hell knowing him and his temper. Carla wasn’t obtuse to Angel’s feelings for Alena before his own realization. The way he protected her, the way he hung onto her every word, the way he followed her around like a fucking lost puppy, it was endearing and annoying how Alena never realized Angel was in love with her.

“Don’t use Victor as a rebound, he deserves more than that.”

“I’m not,” Alena weakly defended. “I wouldn’t pursue anything with Victor till I’m fully over Angel.”

“Alena, you’re never going to be over Angel.”

“I can do it, just need some motivation, which is this divorce. Once the papers are filed, I have to keep my distance and just interact with him for Cruz. I can do this.”

“It’s not that I doubt you can do it, I’m sure you could if you truly pushed yourself, but what I’m trying to get through your stubborn ass head is that Angel wouldn’t let you go. Do you not know Angel? He would kill a man for you if you requested for him to do so.”

“That doesn’t constitute to love Carla. I would do anything for Angel too. I would do anything for you.”

“Alena, that’s literally not my point.”

“Carla, please, don’t do that. This is the reason that the hope has never faded. I want to remain friends with Angel and co-parent for Cruz’s sake. I thought you wanted me to move on, to find my way away from Angel.”

“Things change.” Carla didn’t want to tell Alena that Angel was in love with her, that wasn’t her place. But she can dissuade her from thinking of Victor than anything more than as a friend.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s been five years. Nothing has happened and it’s time to move on.”

Alena was done.

It was time to move on from Angel.

============

“Mama, can we go to the park today?” Cruz questioned as he finished his plate of pancakes.

“Of course baby.” Alena nodded her head, taking another bite from the breakfast sandwich she made for herself.

“May I be excused?”

“You good little man.” Angel let Cruz go. He wasn’t saying he didn’t have manners, but all of Cruz’s mannerism was definitely all Alena.

Cruz jumped down from his seat, going to the couch to watch some cartoons, something he has done right after breakfast while Alena usually cleaned up. At times he wouldn’t help her, but Alena excused him, since she wanted to talk to Angel. He was finishing up breakfast, chuckling as Cruz enjoyed his PJ Mask.

“Did you get all of your errands done?” Angel questioned. He was relieved when he woke up and Alena was bringing her stuff in this morning. He didn’t want to bug her and seemed needy, but a few times, he was itching to ask her to come home.

“Yes, I did,” she smiled, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“You know you’re due for your annual eye appointment.” Angel reminded her before he took a bite out of his breakfast sandwich and shoving hash browns right after.

Angel loved having breakfast with Cruz and Alena. They were a real family and it always had him starting his day on a good foot. Just being able to be with his two favorite people was the best thing in the world.

It always marveled Alena how good Angel was with appointments for her and Cruz. Like routine work, doctor’s office appointments, dental visits and annual eye exams was something Angel kept track of. Her and Cruz’s inhaler and nebulizer refills? Angel was always on it.

It was quite impressive and she was touched.

“Am I? How are you so good at this, but forget to put the toilet seat down.” She teased him. She poured more mango juice in her cup, pouring some in Angel’s as well.

Angel chuckled. “I have to make sure you’re well taken care of cause you suck at taking care of yourself.”

“Thanks Angel,” she blushed, which didn’t go unnoticed by Angel. He did it to purposely see her blushing.

It was so fucking cute.

“Do you want me to make the appointment?” Angel knew that Alena absolutely loathed talking on the phone. She would become anxious, planning the conversation ahead. So from time to time, he helped her out.

“No, it’s fine, I can do it.” She appreciated the offer. Angel really took care of her. “You can’t always make my phone calls for me.”

“That is true, but I would do anything for you cielo.” He kissed the back of her hand making Alena blush again. He chuckled. “Eres tan linda.(You’re so cute).”

They continued to eat, Angel updating Alena of the recent club happenings. She was hesitant to bring up Victor, but if she wanted a chance on normalcy, she would have to start somewhere.

“So, Victor and I went out and it was nice, we went to a museum then we had dinner at his place.” Alena paused, if they were ever going to become normal or whatever the fuck they were before Cruz, she had to talk to Angel like he was her friend, not tip toe around him. “And he kissed me.”

Angel choked on the mango juice he was drinking, looking at Alena like she grew another head. “Excuse me, what?”

“Yeah, we kissed at the end of our date. It was nice, he was very sweet. Potential, once we get divorced.”

Angel was fucking losing it. Did he fucking enter the twilight zone that Alena was nonchalantly talking to him about going on a date with Victor and kissing him.

And divorce?

Maybe she’ll change her mind when he tells her how he loves her and how he wants to be with her. That he was an idiot for not moving quicker and just letting everything hang in the air. Communication hasn’t been his greatest asset, but he was going to try for her.

He would never force Alena to stay with him, but he knew her actions were a consequence of his own doing.

“Alena, what are you doing?”

She looked at him oddly as she took Cruz’s plate, placing it on top of hers.

“Nothing, I’m telling you about my date.”

“You’re telling your husband about a date you went on?” Angel tried to say it in a way so she could see how insane she sounded. He knew what she was doing, trying to normalize this insane notion of her and Victor being together, to try and become just friends. She has never been just a friend to Angel.

“Yes, we’re friends right? And we know what this is. The divorce papers should be ready in the next few weeks and once it’s signed, we’re both free to,” she thought for a moment, “publicly do what we want.”

Yep, Alena had him fucked up.

“Divorce papers? Who agreed to a divorce?” Angel didn’t like this at all. He fucked up. He should have told Alena so that they could be talking about having more kids not fucking dates and divorce papers.

“We did, a few years back remember?” Alena wasn’t sure where this surge of confidence was coming from, but this was to protect herself. She’s loved Angel for so long and he was always so hot and cold, he didn’t know where to place her so she’ll do it for him.

“Alena, I don’t have any plans on ever signing those papers, you want to file them, go ahead, but we both know you don’t want for us to get divorced.” Angel shook his head in disbelief. This was partly his own doing, but he knew what Alena was trying to do. She was taking initiative since he’s been so back and forth with her. But he was taking initiative too. Alena was his wife, and they’ll remain that way. “You kissed him?"

"Yes,” Alena noticed then that Angel was stoic, keeping his emotions at bay which he did when he was trying his best to control himself. “I'm sorry, I don't know how it happened." She wasn’t certain why she apologized, but she felt that she had to do so. They were married.

"You said you had errands." Angel reminded her of her lie. Since when did Alena lie to him?

"I did and Victor wanted to go to dinner and a museum. I just, it just happened."

“Did you sleep with him?” Angel stood up.

“No, of course not.”

“Yes because just kissing him is so much better.” Alena watched as Angel placed a kiss on Cruz head as he was sitting on the couch, watching television. He looked up at him confused. "I got shit to handle at the club, I'll be back late, don't wait up." Angel grabbed his kutte.

"Angel, please, I'm sorry." Alena wasn't even sure why she was apologizing. Angel had told her that he didn’t have anything to do today except be with them. “We’re just friends.”

“I don’t like Victor, you’ve never lied to me before and since this whole thing started you started lying to me.” Angel frowned. “If there was nothing to worry about you wouldn’t hide it and you wouldn’t excitedly tell me about a kiss you two shared.” Angel turned to face her as his hand gripped the doorknob. “Do you love Victor?”

"What?" That was ridiculous, she didn’t love Victor.

"Do you love Victor?"

"No." And she didn’t.

"Do you want to be with him?"

"I don’t know.” And she didn’t know.

"Don’t know?” Angel let out a chuckle. “Sure doesn't seem like it."

============

Alena sat down at the park bench, Cruz in perfect line of sight for her. He was in the sandbox playing with a few other kids. She took out the book EZ had recommended for her a few weeks ago and opened it to the latest page she was on. Every once in a while, she would look up to check on Cruz. It made her anxious when they went to the park since she read so many horror stories of kids just disappearing. She wouldn’t know what she would do if Cruz disappeared while he was with her.

She’s been trying to text Angel all day, but he hasn’t responded to her. In hindsight, she could understand why he hadn't responded to her, but she was hoping he would at least let her know he was okay. Maybe she approached it wrong and could have done it in a better way, but she didn’t know how else to do so. She was trying to go back to normal with Angel, whatever normal was for them two. They were friends once and were able to talk about anything, but it was different now.

Though maybe it was disrespectful to speak about a date to her supposed husband.

“That’s a good book.” She heard someone comment beside her. “Don Quixote.”

She looked up and smiled at the person, thanking her. She noticed the tattoo on her neck, which was actually beautiful. The young woman before her was beautiful as well. Her pale skin was in contrast to her dark green jacket. She wasn’t sure why she was wearing a jacket since it was scorching hot in Santo Padre right now. But she definitely looked cute.

“You’re Angel’s wife.”

Common knowledge in Santo Padre, not odd whatsoever.

“Yes, I am.” Alena hoped this wasn’t one of those psycho’s who was hoping for her death so they could sweep Angel off his feet. Can they just sweep him off his feet without wishing for her death? Alena no longer wanted to be a part of this conversation, focusing her attention back on the book before her. Being Angel’s wife was quite a pain. Besides the fact he slept with almost fucking everyone in Santo Padre, all these women began to lust after him again after he got a ring around his finger and Cruz by his side. Cruz was a cute kid and it was hard to resist that aspect of Angel’s life, but she wished they would stop confronting her as if it would do something if they did.

“I’m not here to start any trouble, I just wanted to meet the woman who has Angel’s heart.” Alena looked over at her again and she had a smile on her face, it wasn’t menacing, it was genuine. Woman who had Angel’s heart? Right, cause they’re married. “He speaks of you and your son often.”

“Do I know you?”

“My name is Adelita.”

Alena almost gasped when the name registered. She was the rebel leader, the one she was convincing Angel to date. God, she was beautiful.

“Oh,” Alena closed her book then. “Angel speaks of you often as well.” Alena lightly laughed. “I’m quite surprised to see you on this side.”

“Plans have changed and I wanted to meet you. You have a beautiful son.” Alena and Adelita both looked over at Cruz who waved at his mother. “You’ve sacrificed a great deal for Angel.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“No, he didn’t. Any woman who has chosen to raise a child who is not hers is admirable, though I’m sure it came with great sacrifices.”

“It did, but I don’t regret it. They’re my family.” Alena wasn’t even sure why she was entertaining this conversation, but she had always wanted to meet the woman that Angel admired. “I have to correct your statement though, I don’t have Angel’s heart. I’m sure you know of our circumstances. In a few month’s time, we’ll be divorced so I’m sure you two can pursue whatever relationship you would like to do so then.”

Adelita laughed, shaking her head. “Angel did tell me you were planning to get a divorce.” It was comical for her since Alena and Angel were telling the stories differently. On one hand for Alena, their agreement has come to an end and it was time for the divorce. For Angel, she overheard him mentioning the divorce EZ as they drove her to her destination a week earlier and how he had no plans of divorcing her.

Alena smiled, nodding her head. “Yes we are, will you be staying on this side of the border from now on? To be closer to Angel?”

“I think you misunderstood Alena, Angel and I only have a purely business relationship. He is quite an attractive man, but his attention is solely on you.” Adelita stood up then, Alena standing up as well. She stuck her hand out, which Alena took. “You are quite remarkable Alena Reyes, you have made a good man out of Angel.”

Adelita walked away then, leaving Alena speechless. She wondered why she even came to see her. She felt a pull on her skirt and looked down at Cruz.

“Mama, who was that?”

“Just one of daddy’s friends.” She ran her fingers through Cruz’s hair. “Did you want your juice?”

Cruz nodded his head. Alena took the juice out of the little cooler she had for Cruz’s snacks and drinks. Handing it to Cruz, she wiped the sweat on his face and back, making sure he was hydrated.

“Mama, can I have a little brother or sister?”

Alena wanted to laugh at Cruz’s request. It’s not like she thought Angel was lying, but Cruz has never asked her about having a sibling.

“You want a sibling?” Alena sat him on her lap, pressing her cheek against his head. “How many do you want?”

“Um, five.”

“Did you tell Daddy that?”

Cruz nodded his head as he drank his juice. “Daddy says he wants, um,” Cruz thought for a moment. “He said he wanted 8.”

Alena let out a baffled laugh. 8 kids? Was Angel going to carry them all? What was up with her boys and wanting a handful of children running around.

“And when you ask Daddy, what does he tell you?”

“He says we have to ask you because you’re the boss.”

Alena shook her head. Her boys were too much at times.

“How about a puppy first?”

============

Alena yawned as she exited the bathroom. She almost screamed when she found Angel sitting at the edge of their bed, fidgeting with the keys he had.

“Angel?” She called out questioningly. No answer. He continued to fiddle with the keys. “Babe?”

Angel looked up, his watery eyes immediately got Alena. She quickly walked over to him and cupped his face.

“You okay? What’s wrong?” She frowned as the tears fell from his eyes. The scratches on his face worried her. She moved away to grab the first aid kit, but Angel grabbed her elbow and pulled her against him.

He had his head on her chest, arms tightly around her. “Please don’t leave me cielo, you’re the only person I have.”

“I would never leave you Angel.” She ran her fingers through his hair. She knew he was crying, the way his shoulders were shaking.

“You and Cruz are my family, I can’t lose you. I would go insane.”

“Angel, you’re not going to lose me.” She pulled away, cupping his face as she wiped the tears. Angel rarely cried and when he did, she was the one who caught him and provided relief. “I’ll always be here for you.” She kissed him, knowing Angel needed some type of reassurance and it was the first thing that came to her head.

Angel pulled her to his lap, Alena straddling him. He wrapped his arms around. One of Alena’s hands cradling his face, while the other arm wrapped around his neck. She pulled away, leaning her forehead against his. God, that kiss was definitely different when compared to Victor. When she kissed Angel, she felt that if she wasn’t sitting on Angel’s lap, her knees would go weak, her body going limp. All the worries they both had were wiped out since they were the only two people in this world, everything else blurred out.

“What’s wrong?” Alena asked.

“Ezekiel betrayed me.” Angel plopped down the bed, Alena still on his lap.

She frowned, getting off his lap and moving to sit beside the top half of his body. “What happened?” She intertwined their hands, waiting for Angel to talk.

And when he did, he told her everything.

At the end of the story, Angel had his head on Alena’s chest, her fingers running through his hair. His arms were wrapped around her middle as Angel listened to her heart. Alena was in shock that this all occurred. She always thought it was too good to be true for EZ to get out, but she believed that the cop may have been corrupt or whatever excuse they had given. She worried the most for Angel, his relationship with Felipe was starting to mend due to Cruz and now, she knew Angel’s trust was shattered.

“What can I do to make it better?” Alena broke the silence that befell them after he finished his story.

“Just don’t leave me.”

“Other than that, you already know I won’t leave you.” Alena kissed the top of his head.

“Can we have a baby?”

“If you carry it, absolutely.”

Alena and Angel both laughed. She playfully smacked him upside the head, causing Angel to flinch. He loved laying his head on her chest, just listening to her heart beating. At times, it even lulled him to sleep, but he knew sleep wouldn’t be coming soon.

“He’s your brother Angel, I know you’re hurting, but hear him out.”

“No,” Angel’s tone was firm and left no room for argument. “You’re my family now, you, Cruz and your family are mine. I was always the outsider, but not anymore. I have a family of my own and none of our kids will ever feel second best to any of their siblings.”

“Okay babe.”

Angel knew this was the perfect time to tell her he loves her, to show her how much he loves her, but he wanted to settle this whole thing with Ezekiel. Once it was done, he would tell Alena everything and from them on, as it’s always been, it would be the two of them against the world.

“I met Adelita.”

Angel froze, his eyes widening. He sat up, looking down at Alena who propped herself using her forearms. “What?”

“Yeah, she came up to me while we were at the park.” Alena noticed how uncomfortable Angel became and sat up as well, placing her hand on his. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s not weird at all. She’s beautiful and I think you two would make a good couple.”

Angel gave Alena an incredulous look and shook his head. “Did she do anything? Say anything?”

“No, she just said she wanted to meet me and she thought I was remarkable, which was kind of odd if you think about it. I’m not the leader of some rebellious group that is giving the cartel a run for their money.” Alena went under the covers then, just so she could hide when Angel broke the news to her about him and Adelita. “You okay?” She noticed how tense Angel was.

He was livid. How dare Adelita approach Alena. He told her, his family was off limits. No Alena. No Cruz. No Felipe. He played her game and helped her as much as he could, she should have at least respected his wishes.

“What did she tell you?”

“That she wanted to meet the woman who had your heart.” Alena turned to Angel, resting her head against her propped hand. “Did she meet her?”

Angel wanted to laugh at the irony and slowness of Alena. “Cielo, it’s you.”

“Look, I think we should clear the air.” Alena was surprised by her own words. She was never to be the one to clear the air and after what happened with Ezekiel, this may not be the right time, but they were here now. “I know you said you haven’t slept with anyone since we got married, which I believe you, but I just want you to know that you don’t have to try and salvage things here. We’ve always known what it was and that’s fine. Maybe we shouldn’t have sex anymore so it doesn’t,” Alena looked up at Angel when she noticed she was looking at his ringed fingers that had dried blood on it. “We should clean the blood off.”

“So it doesn’t what?”

“It doesn’t confuse us further.” She got out of bed and grabbed a wet cloth. She sat in front of Angel wiping off the dried blood from his knuckles.

“I would never force you to be intimate with me Alena, we both know I can respect your boundaries.” Angel watched as Alena cleaned his wounds.

“I know, which is why I’m putting up my boundaries again. I want us to be able to be friends after all of this.”

“Alena, do you honestly think that’s going to make things better? I already told you, I have feelings for you and that’s not going to go away because you decide we’re not going to have sex. We’ve done it before, remember? Six months, no sex, which is fine, I would never force you. The most I did was kiss your neck.” Angel remembered that. Alena had asked him to back off, which he did, she eventually came to him on his birthday and after that, they’ve been intimate ever since. “It didn’t do anything for how I felt about you Alena, it just made me feel like you didn’t want me.”

“You’re so hot and cold Angel, I don’t even think you know what you want.” Alena sighed. “I don’t want to fight, you had such a long day and it’s almost six in the morning.”

Angel stood up. “I’m gonna go see pops.”

“Angel, I, I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me Alena. I know I’ve been an asshole, I’m hot and cold, but I truly have feelings for you. Just give me time to fix all this shit with EZ and once it’s done, we can figure us out.” Angel walked over to her and kissed her. “I’ll see you later.”

Alena sat on their bed and sighed. The butterflies in her stomach were still running rampant after Angel’s words. She believed him, she really did, but he would most likely change his mind tomorrow.

She didn’t want to be with Victor, that was for sure.

At least not right now. Not when she was still irrevocably in love with Angel.

============

Angel sat beside Coco on the couch as he finished his session with the tattoo artist. It’s been a whirlwind of a day and as much as he wanted to go home, he needed space from Alena. With everything going on, he didn’t know where they could go. Of course, confessing to Alena was still in the plan, but after Adelita came to see her, Angel just felt shaken. He never wanted to involve Alena in this, but he told her everything. She was like his journal, non judging and took everything in. The most important thing for her was him and Cruz, how it would affect them.

It would kill him if something happened to Alena and Cruz.

“Alena texted me, have you spoken to her?” Coco questioned as he sat down next to his brother, letting out a puff of smoke from his mouth.

“I told her we were here and that I would be staying the night. Why?” His eyes drifted over to his brother who was currently getting the tattoo.

“You know Adelita came to see her?”

“She told me, why, what’s going on?” Did Adelita go to see her again? Did someone else? He took his phone out and there were no messages from Alena.

“I don’t know, I just don’t feel comfortable with her visiting Lenny.” Coco shrugged.

“You think I fucking do?” Angel sighed. “She isn’t going to harm Alena.”

“I don’t think she is, but I’m sure Alena’s mind is running wild.” Coco knew how deeply Alena felt for Angel. During times that Angel had a run that would take him away from Alena and Cruz for longer than he wanted which was basically a day, so Coco would stay with Alena.

And when he did, he let her let loose and have a few drinks with him.

============

Alena giggled as she took another shot. Korean Vodka, Soju, was Alena’s favorite, specifically the apple flavor. Coco had come to take a liking of it as well and they were three bottles deep. Alena’s cheeks were red, a clear sign of her intoxication. She also had no filter, which Coco enjoyed thoroughly.

“You know I feel stupid for taking on a role I always wanted, but not under this circumstances.” Alena rested her cheek on her palm, giving Coco a small smile. “I love Cruz so much though, I feel like he is my kid.”

“Alena, Cruz is your kid. He’s so attached to you.” Coco was surprised that Cruz didn’t throw a bigger fuss whenever Alena went back to San Diego. Though, it was a hit or miss. When he threw a big fuss, Alena would take him to San Diego, Angel following behind after a few days. Their dynamic was fucking odd, but who likes normal anyway?

“Sometimes I wish he really was, that Valeria wasn’t his mom.” Coco watched as Alena’s face scrunched up. “I was going to confess to him when he told me Valeria had his kid. I was going to tell him that I was in love with him, that I was going to Paris and if he didn’t feel the same, it was okay.” She began to cry then, letting her tears fall. “I love Angel so much, it hurts at times. But I’m happy where we are no matter how fake our relationship is. Being here for him, to raise Cruz with him, it’s more than I can ask for.”

Coco frowned at Alena’s words. He and Gilly always spoke about Alena’s love for Angel, how idiotic she could be, but at the same time, they admired her greatly. She had the purest kind of love for Angel. She didn’t become angry when he was with another person. She doesn’t hold grudges against him or anyone for that matter. She didn’t become angry when she felt rejected. She loved him unconditionally without any expectations and Coco was envious of that. They were all a bunch of misfits who did not have the best relationships with their families, they found a family in one another. Then they have Alena, someone they definitely don’t fucking deserve, who loves them as well, as an extension of her love for Angel.

When he first met her, he couldn’t believe this young woman was fucking hanging around Angel. He was closed off, but she always went out of her way to make sure he was taken care of along with Angel. And from then on, they became closer and closer. Seeing her hurting like this, it hurt him, his younger sister was suffering cause his brother was a fucking idiot.

He was certain Angel felt greatly for her too, with Cruz around, it just wasn’t the main priority.

“Alena, you know you deserve better. You should have gone to Paris.” Coco was the one who encouraged Alena to go to Paris. Was it a dick move? Maybe, but Angel didn’t know what he had, perhaps it would have woken him up. She refused to tell him though. And he knew why. Angel would have begged her to stay and she couldn’t say no to him.

“Yeah, I should have. But when I met Cruz, I couldn’t. He looked so much like Angel. He deserved a chance to be a father. I wasn’t going to let Valeria take that away from him.” Alena wiped her tears, laughing at her silliness. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. I like it when you come and stay with me, I miss spending time with you and the others.”

“Yeah, Angel fucking locked you down here or something ever since you two got married.” Coco teased. They held no hard feelings towards Angel. He was always protective of Alena, but that increased tenfold when they got married. “But we get it, Cruz is your priority.”

“He is.”

“Alena, it’s okay for you to cry. I know how frustrating it is for you. It’s rare for you to show any frustration, but don’t you just want to scream at times?”

“For what?”

“I’m sure this situation isn’t ideal for you. I know that you always wanted to marry Angel, but not like this.”

Alena smiled. “No, but it’s fine. Angel needs me, Cruz needs me. I’m like the glorified nanny.”

“Stop that shit Lenny, you know you’re not a fucking nanny. You’re Cruz’s mother.” Coco hated hearing Alena put herself down. She was far from a fucking nanny.

“I know, do you think Angel could ever love me?”

“Alena, it’s hard not to fall in love with you.”

“He didn’t though.”

Coco watched as Alena took another shot. But Angel was in love with her, he was just too fucking stupid to make a move.

============

“Running wild?” Angel wasn’t sure what Coco meant. Did Alena express to Coco that she was worried about Adelita or disclosed information she didn’t tell him about? If he was honest, he was glad Alena was close to the members, but at times, he felt that she withheld information from him and heard it from Coco instead.

“I’m sure she thinks Adelita and you are getting together.” Coco regretted telling Alena how much Angel admired Adelita. She just gave him that smile of hers and he knew it got to her. Yet again, she was on the losing end with Angel. His brother really did a number on her.

“Is she fucking insane? I haven’t even touched another woman since we got married.” Angel knew it was easy to assume that he slept around, but he didn’t. He was devoted to Alena and that was that.

But he also knew why Adelita came to see Alena. She’s overheard Angel speak about Alena so much, anyone would be curious.

They were across the border, bringing some supplies to Los Olvidados when Alena had messaged Angel.

============

Angel chuckled, shaking his head and replying to Alena. He knew there was some international charges, but he didn’t give a fuck. He always kept his phone on in case there was an emergency.

“What Lenny send you?” Coco questioned, trying to peak at Angel’s phone.

Angel moved it closer to his chest, shaking his head. “Nothing man, just Cruz finally jumping in the pool at her apartment building.”

“I still can’t believe you’re okay with her living in San Diego.” Coco chuckled. “You aren’t worried she’s dating people while you’re not there?”

“Careful bro, we don’t need Angel locking her down more than he already has.” Gilly teased Angel, adding to Coco’s statement.

“Alena doesn’t need anyone, she has me.” Angel scoffed at their suggestion that his precious Cielo would even stray from him.

“Right, does she know that?” Coco was not a fan of Angel’s methods when it came to Alena. For him, he didn’t need to tell her they were it for one another, even though

“You have a girlfriend?” Adelita surprised the three men. She was attracted to Angel and she honestly thought he was attracted to her, but she’s heard them mention the name Alena plenty of times. She thought she was just the mother of his child.

“No, Alena’s my wife.” Angel showed his left hand.

Adelita smiled, nodding her head. “She’s a lucky woman. How long have you two been together?”

“Four years.”

“She must be one hell of a woman to have tamed you.”

Coco chuckled. “You have no idea.”

============

“I literally told Alena, it’s me and her. Always has been since we got married.” Angel extinguished his cigarette, shoving it down on the ashtray.

“Hermano, you know why she’s like that. Talk to her. Communication is key.” Coco smirked. “And from what you told us, it’s not you and her anymore. She went on a date with Victor.”

“Victor is nothing. He’s a fucking pretentious asshole.”

"You would like Victor if he wasn't making moves on your girl. Told you, a girl like her would just stay single for so long. Her kindness was always beyond you, and someone finally noticed her. It's the day you always feared hermano, what are you going to do about it?"

"It's too fucking late for the church of Coco."

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Meet The Family: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All!

Fanfic Series by: @cynergy-laughter

(Featuring: Defined MC) (Fluff, comedy, angst) (PG-rated)

Chapter 1: A Letter From Home (Word Count: 3,463)

Summer is finally here. RAD classes were out and Brendon took the time to walk home alone today. He was excited to see what Summer had in mind for him, another beach trip? A hot springs town? The possibilities were endless. You had so much fun fantasizing that you didn’t notice you had someone accompanying your stroll home.

“Happy Summer, Brendon.” Solomon smiled handsomely while Brendon was shaken from his summer fantasy.

“O-Oh! Hey Solomon, happy summer!” He smiles back, “How long were you next to me?”

“About two minutes, but I have something for you. I was informed that there is a service in the Devildom that allows exchange human students to get mail from their world. It’s over at Akuzon. And I was told to give you this, it looked important.” Solomon said, handing him a letter.

“Oh?” Brendon said as he looked at the envelope and his eyes widened as he saw the return address. “T-Thank you Solomon, I have to hurry home, I hope you have an awesome summer!” He said, hurrying off to the House of Lamentation.

“And I hope you have a good summer too…” Solomon said smiling.

Brendon made it around the corner from when he put the letter in his bag, and continued on towards the gates and into the House of Lamentation. He listened closely to see if anyone was home. Good, it sounded quiet. He went on through to his room and closed the door before changing out of his uniform and into his everyday clothes, a shirt, kilt, and his long black double zipper hoodie before taking the letter out, beginning to open it up.

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“Dear Brendon,

It’s your mom, how are you? I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to write to you because I didn’t see you last summer’s annual family vacation, and was worried. I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up.

But I wanted to let you know that we will be going on our annual vacation this summer, and I wanted to invite you. All your brothers are gonna be there. And we all felt a part of us was missing last year. And Davey said he had a surprise for us all this summer so we’re all excited for this summer.

I really hope you’re doing well abroad, and hope this letter finds you in good health. I hope to hear from you soon. I love you so much. We love you so much.

Your dearest mother,

Lydia.”

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Brendon bit his lip and realized he didn’t even get in contact with his family during his time in the Devildom. He put the letter down and began to dial a number on his D.D.D.

“Hello? DeHallows Residence, Lydia speaking.” The sweet voice on the other side spoke.

“Hi Mom, it’s Brendon.”

“Brendon? Brendon! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you’re okay! I was worried sick.” Lydia sounded so relieved on the phone, it made Brendon tear up.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, I was busy, and didn’t have much in the way of communication… I finally got your letter. How are you?”

“I’m doing so much better now that I know you’re okay… oh, and I’m glad you got my letter, I wanted to see if you were gonna be able to make it this year. We’re going over to Kyoto.”

“I would have to check with my roommates, cause we were gonna do something for summer. But I can definitely look into it. Umm, do you know if Dad was gonna make an appearance?”

“Honestly I don’t know, honey… I know you two don’t see eye to eye… on a lot of things, but I don’t want to think about ‘what if he shows up’, rather, I want to look forward to seeing you. I’m currently packing for our two month trip, and I have most of your brothers here at home, spending the weekend before we head to the airport early on Monday.”

“I see… yeah of course… Hehe, are they just as excited as you?”

“Ohohoho sweetie, excited is an understatement. They are all getting on each other’s nerves here. It’s like none of them moved out. Although Davey is already at our vacation destination, getting it prepped up. He’s been very busy. But he’s been on the grind ever since high school, you know how he is, I just hope he isn’t working himself sick. Maybe this is what all the family needs.”

“Yeah… Well, if I do come, would it be okay to bring my roommates along?”

“Oh of course! The more the merrier! I’m sure Davey wouldn’t mind.”

“Awesome! Thanks mom. Well, I gotta go, I think I’m in charge of dinner tonight…”

“Oh of course, I would give the phone to your brothers, but they had just left before you called. I’ll be sure to pass on the message, I’m so glad you called me, Brendon…”

“I’m sorry I missed them… but tell them I miss them and that I’m okay.”

“You bet honey. Well I’ll let you go, sleep well, and I love you.”

“I love you too, sleep well too. Bye.” Brendon said with a smile and laid down on his bed, sighing.

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At dinner, everyone was up to their usual energy and antics, Mammon was getting into it with Levi again, Asmo and Satan were having a bit of a discussion amongst themselves, Beelzebub was getting seconds, Belphegor was watching Mammon and Levi going at it. Lucifer was eating peacefully, but noticed Brendon was kind of silent, picking at his food a bit.

“Brendon? Is something on your mind?” Lucifer asked, and Brendon blinked awake from his trance to look at Lucifer.

“Huh? I’m sorry, what did you say?” Brendon shook his head a bit.

“I’m saying you’ve barely touched your food. Is something the matter?” Lucifer put his fork down gently and met Brendon’s eyes.

Brendon blinked as he looked into Lucifer’s eyes, he then noticed that it was silent, he turned his head to see everyone was looking at him.

“Brendon, are you not feeling well?” Asmo asked, frowning.

“You aren’t in trouble are you?” Mammon asked, “If anyone hurt you, I’ll kick their butt!”

“You have been pretty quiet ever since you came back home.” Satan concerned, “But I’d be happy to join Mammon in any efforts if you were threatened.”

“N-No… it’s nothing like that… it’s… I got a letter from my mom… and she was worried about me cause I didn’t show up or contact her about attending our family’s annual summer vacation…” Brendon shook his head and waved his hands in assurance.

“You got a letter from your Mom? Down in the Devildom?” Beel asked, tilting his head.

“Oooohhh, Lord Diavolo was talking about that at the student council meeting today… right?” Asmo said, resting his chin on his hand.

“Y-Yes! Akuzon is apparently making a service that will allow postage from the human world to come to the Devildom. In response to the exchange program of course.” Levi said excitedly.

“Oh, so I take it that it’s a success then, we’ll I’m glad to hear the positive progress.” Lucifer said as he continued eating.

“Yeah… and I called my mom and she asked if I would be attending the family vacation this year… I said that I would ask you all, cause I didn’t know if we had any plans.”

Everyone suddenly stopped and looked at Brendon.

“You’re thinking about leaving for vacation?” Belphegor asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I wanted to know if I could bring you all along… meet my family, you know?” Brendon smiles, sounding hopeful.

“Brendon… I don’t know if we’ll be able to. We wouldn’t really be the kind of people to bring along to a family event…” Lucifer said, “And even then, we would have to present the vacation to Lord Diavolo…”

“Whaaaat? Come on, Lucifer, we are able to go on trips to London, why can’t we just go on a trip like this?” Mammon whined and frowned.

“Because Mammon, we have duties and responsibilities as members of the student council. And plus, that London trip almost ended in disaster because you couldn’t keep out of trouble, even with me and Satan watching over you.” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at Mammon.

“When’s the vacation start, Brendon?” Asmo leaned in, tilting his head.

“My mom and brothers go to the airport on Monday, heading for Kyoto, so I guess it’ll start on Tuesday.” Brendon said, looking at everyone.

“We can see about talking with Lord Diavolo about it, but we can’t make any promises.” Lucifer said. “It might just be one or two of us if we get the okay…”

Brendon smiles and nodded. “I would appreciate that… I really want you guys to meet my mom and my brothers.”

“Oh yeah, you did mention to me that you have siblings. How many in total?” Beel asked, as he continued eating.

“Including me, seven.” Brendon chuckles. “You’ll like them.”

“Seven? Where do you stand in age?” Satan raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’m the second youngest child… yeah. Second youngest.” Brendon nodded as he went back to eating.

Everyone else began looking at each other, seven brothers?

———

Brendon had been listening to music in his room after dinner, when there was a knock on the door.

“Brendon? It’s Mammon. Can I come in?” He said from outside the room.

“It’s unlocked.” Brendon yawned slightly as he sat up a bit. “What’s up?”

“Well… it’s about your trip… I don’t wanna be stuck here for the summer, so… I want you to bring me with you, if it turns out that we can’t all go.” Mammon said, crossing his arms.

“Huh? I mean, I don’t really know who I would pick… like everyone of you would have pros and cons about going…” Brendon turned to Mammon on his bed.

“I mean, I’m your first, so I should be your first pick. There should be no debate about it.” Mammon sat next to you. “And what do you mean pros and cons? I am a pro all the way around!”

“Mammon, you have no sense of direction… you have sticky fingers, and some of my brothers are very possessive of their stuff, you tend to say before you think, and the biggest con is that you are literally a con artist.” Brendon listed, weighing in.

“... H-Hey, why do you have to put me down like that? Dang, and I thought you were on my side.” Mammon got up and began walking out.

“... Mammon, come.” Brendon sighed.

“G-Gah! H-Hey! You said you wouldn’t do that again! S-Stahp! Oof!” Mammon began to walk involuntarily back over to Brendon before plopping down onto the bed.

“Mammon, if you would have let me finish… I can start on your favorite part… now you know the rules about my bed.” Brendon said, sighing as he laid down on the bed and watched Mammon kick his shoes off before crawling further onto the bed.

Mammon saw Brendon gesture to his chest and Mammon reluctantly rested his head on his chest, slight blush on his face.

“Fine… but you better make it the best qualities about me.” Mammon said, pouting.

“Hehehe, I swear, you are just as narcissistic as Asmo.” Brendon chuckles as he pet Mammon.

“Grrr… S-Shut up… don’t compare me to him, idiot…” Mammon growled.

“Hehe, rich coming from the guy who keeps on trying to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping. Didn’t he douse you in steak sauce and tossed you into the catacombs where Cerberus stood guard, the last time you tried it? After the flash on your camera went off?”

Mammon shivered a bit. “Why’d you have to remind me about the Mammon Steak incident? I smelled like steak sauce, and fear for three weeks, Beel kept barking like a dog to make me jump… Why don’t you have sympathy for me?”

“Sorry, but you know I don’t like being called an idiot.” Brendon cuddled Mammon and rubbed his belly gently. “But anyway, onto your pros… You are very thoughtful and determined when you put your mind to it. You’re pretty much the most easygoing of all seven, you’re energetic and like to have fun, you’re hilarious, and you’re a good hugger.”

Mammon blushed and smiled like an idiot, “Hey, did I say you could stop singing my praises?” He asked, smirking.

“Oh? Well, I guess I could rustle up a few more…” Brendon smirked back, “Let’s see… you don’t hesitate to come to my need… you’re handsome, charming… and… you’re fun to tease.” Brendon then began tickling Mammon’s sides and abs.

“A-Ah! Hehey! Noho tickling! No-HOhohoho! Get out of my shirt!” Mammon began to regret falling into Brendon’s trap, he got him right where he wanted him.

“Hehe, very very fun to tease~.” Brendon bit his lip and went up to his ribs and his armpit while his other arm had wrapped around his waist. Mammon was now flailing.

“Stahahahap! I’m sohohorreeeee!” Mammon squealed as he said just what needed to be said to get Brendon to stop.

“And you’re very apologetic~.” Brendon winked.

“Hehehe… phew… Brendon… you’re the worst…” Mammon panted, and looked up at him.

“Hehe, if I was, you wouldn’t still call yourself my first.” Brendon leaned down and kissed Mammon.

“... I mean if you keep that up, I guess I’ll promote you to… not so bad…” Mammon blushed.

Brendon snuggled Mammon closer. “But, in all seriousness, I’d have to give it some serious thought, and there is the possibility that none of you can go… and if that’s the case… I won’t be going… I’d miss you all too much…”

Mammon blinked and looked up at Brendon and sighed. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your family either… so I hope at least one of us can go…”

Brendon rubbed Mammon’s shoulders, hoping he didn’t have to see his dad on the trip, especially without the demon brothers there with him. “I hope so too…”

Mammon hummed contentedly as he practically melted in Brendon’s touch. But tension came back in knots when the door burst open.

“I knew it! Mammon’s trying to butter Brendon up so he’d get picked to go to Kyoto!” Levi growled, followed in by Asmo, Beel, and Belphie.

“Just when you thought you pulled the wool over our eyes!” Asmo crossed his arms and smirked.

“Now get off Brendon’s chest, that’s my spot.” Belphie glared at Mammon cozying up to Brendon.

Beel was just munching on a rotisserie chicken. “I kicked down the door.”

“Umm… speaking of the door, it wasn’t locked…” Brendon frowned and sighed.

“Get out, all of you! I got here first fair and square!” Mammon growled. “This is my human! I am his first!”

“All of you, stop! I don’t know who I’m gonna pick, or if I’m even gonna go.” Brendon sighed. “And all of you coming at me at once with PowerPoint presentations is not helping!”

“What? You’re thinking of not going? This is a lifetime opportunity, of course you should go!” Asmo gasped.

“WhaaaaAAAATT?! You get to go to Kyoto and you don’t even wanna go?! The waste!” Levi’s jaw practically dropped at the declaration. “It isn’t fair!”

“Levi, trust me, if you knew the stakes of going to this Kyoto vacation alone, you wouldn’t want to go either…” Brendon looked down as he let go of Mammon and rolled out from under Mammon, to lay on his side.

“Brendon… What do you mean by that?” Belphie asked.

Beel blinked. “Is there someone that you don’t want to be there on your vacation? It isn’t one of your brothers is it?”

Brendon looked down and sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m just exhausted… I need to get some sleep… I have a lot of thinking to do… could you all leave, please?”

Everyone frowned and looked dejected, but Asmo thought about it. “Brendon’s right, he needs to think, and we need to get up early for the meeting with Lord Diavolo tomorrow. Let’s go.” Asmo said, as he kissed Brendon’s cheek. “Sorry for bothering you, honey. Beel, get Mammon.”

Mammon’s eyes widened. “Hey! Don’t kiss him! Gah! Bee put me down!” Mammon flailed as Beel slung him over his shoulder.

“Umm… good night… sorry Mammon, maybe tomorrow night…?” Brendon watched them kidnap Mammon but then blinked in realization. “You all owe me a new door! And Mammon you forgot your…” They had already gone. “... boots…”

In the House’s Library, Beel tosses Mammon on the couch, much to Mammon, and a reading Satan’s protests.

“Gah! Can you give me a warning before you choose to throw Mammon onto the couch where I’m reading?! And get your feet out of my face Mammon, they reek!” Satan gritted his teeth as he pushed his legs away, making Mammon turn onto his side on the couch.

“They do not, you hypocrite! H-Hey! Wait a minute, I forgot my shoes in Brendon’s room! Beel, you couldn’t even wait for me to put my shoes on?!” Mammon glared at Beel.

Beel was eating a chocolate newt before looking at Mammon, “Asmo waved this when he told me to get you. I waste no time.”

“Stinky feet and bribes aside… Asmo, what’s this about?” Satan asked, putting his book down.

“Well, I call this meeting of the younger brothers to draw attention to something that concerned me… Did anyone else notice how Brendon looked a bit somber earlier?” Asmo, looked at everyone, crossing his arms.

“Well, he didn’t seem to be happy about going to Kyoto… which I don’t know why, that sounds amazing.” Levi clenched his fists!

“I noticed, Brendon mentioned something about stakes about going to the family vacation alone…” Belphegor frowned, “That set up a red flag for me… I mean he seemed excited for us to meet his family, so I don’t know why he hesitated about it when there’s a possibility that he’ll go alone…”

“And it seems Beel is the only one to whom Brendon mentioned any part of his family to. Is that right?” Satan looked up at Beel, who was now eating a bag of chips.

“Mm-hmm. And it wasn’t until earlier tonight that he mentioned exactly how many brothers he has.” Beel nodded, “And from what Mammon gathered, he talks about his brothers favorably…”

“Hmm… Well regardless of what Brendon is worried about, the point is: he’s worried about going alone. And I want to advocate for all of our participation in going to Kyoto with Brendon.” Asmo began pacing around in front of his other siblings.

“Well, that’s not exactly our decision to make, we would have to convince Lord Diavolo, and even then, we don’t even know if we have to convince him of anything.” Mammon sighed, leaning back.

“Maybe we won’t have to convince him… what if Brendon convinces him?” Belphegor asked, “He’s practically the student council intern at this point.”

“I mean, that’s true… Brendon is pretty good at convincing Lucifer and Lord Diavolo at times.” Satan nods in thought. “But you don’t think it would be pushing it? I mean, how long is the stay?”

“Hmm… good question… maybe we should ask Brendon for more details. And while we’re at it, we can plead our cases as to why we should be chosen to be Brendon’s Vacation Boyfriend~.” Asmo winks, sticking his tongue out. “I don’t think it will be any contest, I’m the perfect candi-date for Brendon~.”

“Woah woah woah, hold on now, that’s only if Brendon convinces Lord Diavolo that at least one will go with him to Kyoto. And no you will not, Asmo, it’s gonna be me!” Mammon growled and stood up.

“Hehehe, not even in either of your dreams, Brendon is my best friend, and it is my dream to go to Kyoto! I am getting that spot as B.V.B!” Levi stood up and gritted his teeth.

“I suppose I can broaden my horizons in Kyoto, I wonder if there is a library at the estate they’ll be staying at.” Satan smirked.

“You all are at an unfair advantage, but I won’t lose.” Belphegor clenched his fist.

“... Kyotonian Delicacies… I’ve always wanted to eat their finest dishes…” Beel was drooling as the other brothers were locked in a glaring rivalry.

“Wait… we shouldn’t forget about Lucifer, whether he try to not count him, he’s also a candidate, even though Lord Diavolo would think it ideal to keep him by his side in the Devildom.” Asmo realized.

“I guess until we find out if one, two, or all of us can go, it’s every demon for himself.” Mammon said, and with that, all the demon brothers parted ways back to their rooms.

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syrupa · 3 years ago

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Hello! can I request a matchup? My name is Yumeji, i’m gay and go by he/him pronouns. My personality type is INFJ. I have short brown curley hair and i’m 5’4. I’m chaotic af, I swear 24/7. I stub my toe? I swear. I do something dumb? I swear. I do literally nothing? I swear. At first i’m pretty quiet though, I need to actually be friends with this person to show my chaotic side. I love PDA, i’d probably be following them anywhere while saying the most random shit. I might just yell CHEESE or something like that for no apparent reason. I act all happy and cheerful, but it’s all usually a facade. I like to act all cheery so people don’t worry about me, but i’m reality I have serious depression and anxiety. My thoughts spiral out of control a lot and I really need a hug to snap me out of it. My hobbies are art, singing and animating. I like cats, star gazing, daydreaming, listening to music and talking with close friends. I dislike good ol father dearest, when people interrupt me while I daydream my life away and vegetables, I don’t like vegetables. Anyway, thank you, I hope I did this right.

these can be seen as platonic or romantic

I match you with...

Momo Yaoyorozu

The two of you met at the park. You and a couple friends decided to meet up there since you all had know idea where to go or what to do. All you guys knew was that you were bored and should do something. Waiting at a bench, thoughts began to spiral around and you couldn't stop them. Luckily for you, a nearby hero-in-training spotted you and your situation. She wanted to help you any way she could. But she didn't know exactly what to do. Momo hasn't really helped anyone stuck in your situation. That didn't mean she was going to stand by and do nothing.

"Excuse me sir but are you alright? Do you need anything? Are you sick?" She asked, rubbing your shoulder. The sudden gesture surprised you and you thought it was one of your friends. Turning your head, you soon realized that wasn't the case. You saw a girl with her dark hair in a tight pony tail and she seemed worried or at the very least least concerned.

Putting on your facade, you smiled and responded to the young girl. "I'm alright ma'm! Thank you for the concern." With a stoic face, she shook her head. "I'm sorry for pushing on the matter but I can tell something is wrong. Is something troubling you? If there is then you can rant about to me, I'm listening." This shocked you a bit. You didn't think some random person would treat you with such kindness. You didn't know how to respond. The young girl seemed to notice your shock. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu! May I take a seat?" You nodded your head.

"If i am making you uncomfortable, i'll leave whenever you like. I just want to lend you an ear to talk to." You don't know how it happened, but you vented out everything to her. Maybe your feelings were getting too overwhelming? Maybe it was just the spur? You weren't quite sure. But the polite lady comforted you through everything.

"Thank you for... this." You quickly said, trying to wipe away your tears with your sleeve. The girl gave you a genuine smile and offered you a napkin. Wait since when did she have a napkin? "My quirk allows me to create objects." Oh. "Thank you again." You said standing up. "No need to thank me, do you want my number just in case you need someone to vent to again?" Her kindness once again shocked you. "Uh yeah actually, that sounds nice." She swiftly made a pen and notepad to write down her number.

Your interaction with that Yaoyorozu girl never left your mind. She really saw a complete stranger zoning out and said, "Ima change this persons entire day." You stared at the number on your phone. Today you just really needed someone to talk to and you didn't know who. You scrolled through your contacts until you saw hers. The dark haired ponytail girl who comforted you about your problems despite not even knowing you.

Her kind words played back into your head and you found yourself texting her for comfort. Almost instantly after you sent the message she responded, asking if you wanted to vent through a call or just text. Choosing text, you began sending her mountains of text messages, just ranting about life. And she listened. She listened to every single word. She comforted you, gave you amazing advice, and offered you encouraging words. She was so good at this, it was like she was your therapist.

A little after that incident, you thought about how unfair it was for her. She had to make time out of her day for you, some guy she met at the park, just to hear you rant about your dumb problems. You should do something for her, you should give her something in return! Wait she offered to do this, why am i feeling bad? Yeah it was her own fault. Still maybe i should do something for her.

After basically fighting with yourself, you decided you'd ask to meet at the same park you met at to treat her to some coffee. To make it less awkward, you'd invite a friend. You sent her a small text saying, do you want to get some coffee with me and a friend tomorrow? Her response wasn't as quick as it was when you sent the text asking to vent to her but it was still rather fast. ofc! where and when? :) You gave her the information and turned off your phone, heading to bed.

The next day, you got up and got ready for your little hangout. You met up with your friend and headed to the park. At said park, you saw she was already there waiting. You wanted to ease the tension and said. "Well you're early." No shit Sherlock you uttered to yourself. Momo nodded her head with a smile. "Let's start heading off to the coffee place." You and your friend agreed.

The whole thing was surprisingly fun. You mixed well together due to the huge difference in personalities. It wasn't awkward at all and it felt like you were simply hanging out with another friend instead of some random girl who comforted you at the park. After that experience, you started to invite her to more hangouts with your friends. Instead of only speaking to her when you were sad, you began speaking to her on a regular bases, having full on conversations about whatever was on both of your minds. You two had gotten very close and the relationship you built was extraordinary.

The dynamic was basically: Mom and Chaotic Child. I think you already know who is what role.

She's gotten used to the foul things you say. You'll be latching on to her arm and saying the weirdest stuff and she'll just stand there like it's an average Tuesday. (it is for her) Jiro wonders how she hasn't lost her mind by now. Momo will say something about it if your around certain people though. Just making sure you don't get your ass kicked.

Momo has a deep appreciation for art. When you show her your animations, she's so proud of you. Praises you so fucking much it's crazy. If you ever need someone to help you visualize certain poses, she's always up for it. She'll make time out of her day to do it. If you draw her specifically, AAAAAAAAAAA. She'd be so happy and have a huge smile on her face.

Just like how she is with your art, she's super proud of your singing voice. Talks about your voice a lot whenever the topic of music is brought up. She only has good things to say about you. If you write songs, she'll be so supportive of all of them. And if you ever need help with said songs, she'll talk to Jiro and ask her to help you with whatever you need. Momo isn't confidant in her own skills, especially in music, so having someone like Jiro helping you would be more useful in her mind.

It'll take some convincing but if there's a specific role in a song you need her to do then she will do it. Deep down within her she'll be bursting with joy that you chose her for the role out of everyone. Just please help her improve her confidence. She really needs more.

Makes sure no one breaks you out of your daydreams. If they come up to ask you a question whilst you're in your fantasy world, she'll shoo them away and tell them she'll ask you later. Basically Momo will tell them to fuck off in a kind way whilst whispering. If it's something really important and she has to snap you back to reality, she'll speak in a very soft and comforting tone.

One night, Yaomomo felt like crying. Mistake after mistake, every second she felt like she was the biggest failure in the world. Everything felt so overwhelming. It felt as if she was drowning in a lake of sadness. Every single time she tried to climb out, another round of waves hit her. The ruthless cycle left her feeling pathetic, helpless even. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she bit her lip. Momo put on a tight smile and began walking forward.

You and her had arranged a small hangout under the cherry tree in the park you met at. She wanted to be happy for you. She wanted to be happy for her friends. Momo swore to herself that she wouldn't cancel on you. Even if she was at her lowest, she wanted to be there to help and support you.

Her smile was, to you, clearly forced. The girl's raven hair was a mess, seeming like she was pulling it a moment before. The dark eye bags was a dead give away she was tired. Her hands were balled into fists. And if you looked closer, you could see her thumb digging into the soft skin of her hand. Momo was clearly not okay and you were not going to allow that.

"Yaomomo, everything alright?" you said in a tone that made it obvious you were being serious. She simply nodded her head, taking a seat beside you. "Yaomomo I could tell when you're not okay." Her lips formed a straight line as she closed her eyes. It looked like she was thinking hard about something.

You wouldn't push her to talk about whatever was troubling her but you would try to take her mind off it. You took her hand in yours and rubbed circles into her knuckles. Usually you were on the side of being comforted rather than comforting. But you had to be there for her, exactly how she was there for you. Her kindness blew you away the first time you met and now it was finally the time to repay her for not only that kindness, but all the love she's shown you for the amount of time you've known each other.

The simply gesture snapped her out of her thoughts and her eyes darted down to your hand. Momo's lip then turned into a small smile. Tears began forming in her eyes and she pressed her head into your shoulder. Although you couldn't tell exactly what she was thinking and why she was crying, you were glad you could give her some peace of mind. Not a word was said during this interaction.

You sat in silence as you both watched the stars in all their glory. Choosing to ignore the tears that were running down the girl's face, you shifted slightly and turned your head to face hers. "Do you want to lay down on my lap? I think that would be more comfortable than the position you're in." Momo responded with a simple nod and smile that was enough to melt your heart.

After repositioning, Momo's breath turned even again and her tears soon faded. You both began cracking jokes whilst watching the stars. Laughs and giggles filled the cold night's sky. Exchanging a look you both thought the same thought. I would do anything for you.

#mha matchup #bnha matchup #anime matchup #momo yaoyorozu matchup #syrupa-matchups

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thedevilsruby · 4 years ago

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Blood Ties (Clierra multi chap fic)

The official sequel to Business, Torture and Pleasure. Cliff and Sierra are finally married and happy when Giovanni rears his head in and threatens their lives once again. Will he succeed or will Cliff and Sierra defeat him once more?

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Six)

Chapter Seven: Finally Safe

Sierra laid on the bed, her eyes devoid of life or emotion. She had been here for three days.

Three days of hitting, barely eating and Giovanni trying to insist she give him a child.

Which she obviously refused. She had Aurora. Aurora was all she needed.

Her thought never stopped when it came to Aurora and Cliff. Were they okay? She hoped that they were safe. She hoped they knew she was thinking about them all the time.

That’s all she could do that this point. Hope.

Cliff bit his lip as he sat in the back seat of Spark’s car, Jenny and her squad behind them. He remembered the route to the beach house well when Giovanni showed him, Arlo and Sierra to show off his wealth and what he could afford.

His large hand gripping Aurora’s little one, he hoped that’s where they were.

Sure enough, they found the house, Giovanni’s expensive car in front.

Cliff was tempted to go over and smash the windows and flatten the tires but right now, getting Sierra out was the only thing on his mind.

Sierra jumped from near fright when sirens blared all around the house, then it hit her and she smiled when her window caught sight of Spark’s car, Cliff and the others exiting.

“Cliff!!” She squealed, her heart filling with delight as she saw Blanche exit the car, holding their niece in their arms. “Rory!”

Panic gripped her heart when Giovanni slammed the door open, storming over and roughly grabbing her ankle. She winced but let him unlock her anklet, then gasped as he pulled her into his arms roughly.

“Let me go!” She screamed, trying with all her might to fight him, she couldn’t help but wonder what the point of those self defense classes was when he seemed immune to her punches and kicks.

“No!” He snarled, dragging her to the door, her kicking with all her might to get away.

The police officers had their guns drawn as he kicked the door open. Cliff gasped when he saw a gun drawn to Sierra’s head. “SIERRA!” He screamed, resisting the urge to go over and rip her out of Giovanni’s arms.

“NO ONE MOVE OR I SHOOT HER BRAINS OUT!” Giovanni yelled, almost insanely. The police froze, afraid of harm coming to Sierra is they didn’t comply.

Sierra was frightened for a second, but seeing Cliff and Aurora filled her with a new energy. An energy full of love and hatred at the same time. Love for her family and friend who risked so much to save her, a hatred for the madman holding her, ripping away her daughter’s innocence and ruining her family’s sense of security.

She hated him.

With her newfound energy, she grabbed the hand that was draped tightly around her shoulders and bit down as hard as her jaw would allow.

With a pained scream, Giovanni released her and gripped his wounded hand. Sierra took advantage of her new found freedom to sprint to Cliff, laughing tearfully as she jumped into his arms at long last. “DARLING!” She screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Sierr-” Cliff was about to scream her name but then he saw it.

Giovanni lifting his gun back up as officers tried to dive in. The insane glow in his eyes was intense.

“IF I CAN’T HAVE HER, NO ONE CAN!”

Sierra had no time to react as Cliff shoved her behind him and the gunshot was heard. She covered her mouth in horror as Cliff screamed in pain.

“NO!” Sierra shrieked.

People surrounded the coffin in tears and mourning. The skies above were gray and lifeless, almost mourning with the people gathering for the one who would be missed.

The priest read a eulogy written for him, reading as loudly as he could over the sobs and cries.

Then it faded to black.

“Those soap operas get so dramatic, Robert wasn’t even that important a character.” Cliff groaned with a roll of his eyes. He then eyed his wife, who was giggling and leaning against his side. “How do you watch those and not get bored?”

“Some of them aren’t so bad, dearest.” Sierra stated, kissing his cheek.

Two months had gone by since the incident. After Giovanni fired on Cliff, police had no choice but to fire on him as well. Giovanni was pronounced dead on the scene.

Cliff had gotten away with a bullet in his shoulder and was recovering. Sierra and Aurora never left his side, Aurora doing her little drawings for him, hoping it would make him feel better. It was tremendous help, making Cliff smile when he needed it.

Aurora climbed into Cliff’s lap, hugging him. “I’ll help you not be bored, daddy!” She squealed.

Cliff chuckled, ruffling his daughter’s hair. “Thanks baby.”

Aurora attended therapy for her trauma every Tuesday and Thursday, while Sierra and Cliff attended therapy themselves every Friday afternoon. Sierra was reluctant about going herself at first but now that she could talk about what Giovanni did and not feel judged for it, she felt so much better. And it definitely helps that Aurora’s nightmares went down drastically after her therapy sessions started.

About a month ago, Sierra had gotten a call from Giovanni’s lawyer, saying he had left her something in his will. Cliff didn’t want her to go, thinking it was another trap but she needed to go. Sierra assured him she would be okay and once she got there, learned Giovanni had left her a hefty sum of money for her before she and Cliff started dating. Not wanting anything to do with his cursed money, she donated all of it to a cause that supported kidnapping victims and sexual abuse victims.

Not that she and Cliff needed it anyway, they made enough to support themselves with Valor Mystic Instinct.

That’s when it hit her, she needed to tell Cliff something. “Baby?” Sierra asked, poking Aurora’s nose.

“Yes, mama?” Aurora asked, peering up at her mother curiously.

“You think you can go play in your room? Mama needs to talk to daddy.”

Cliff’s interest was piqued. What did she need to talk to him about?

“Yes, mama!” Aurora piped up, giving her mother a quick hug before grabbing her Ledyba plush and running off.

“What’s up, gorgeous? Is something wrong?” Cliff asked, cupping Sierra’s cheek in worry.

She smiled at him. “I went to my doctor the other day.” She said.

“And? Did he find something?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Cliff...” She said softy, taking his hand and guiding it to her stomach. It hit Cliff then and there, his jaw dropped. Her smile grew as she watched his reaction. “I’m pregnant.”

“W-What?! Are you serious?! How along are you?! Oh my stars!” Cliff’s heart was pounding and he found himself hugging Sierra as tight as he could.

She giggled, holding his cheeks. “I’m a month along. But that’s not all they found...”

“What?” What else?” Cliff asked.

Sierra sighed and leaned down to his ear.

“I have three heartbeats in me. I’m pregnant with twins.”

Sierra hadn’t seen Cliff so happy since the day she agreed to marry him.

Things weren’t the same, yes, but they were going to move forward. They would lead happy lives now that Giovanni was gone for good.

This was going to be a brand new beginning for them.

That’s it! The Business, Torture & Pleasure and Blood Ties stories are done! Complete! Finito!

HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to @bloodcountessbathory for helping me so much with this, I owe you so much!! And thanks to everyone who supported me!! Y’all are amazing!!

#pokemon #pokemon go #leader sierra #leader cliff #boss giovanni #team go rocket leader sierra #team go rocket leader cliff #team rocket boss giovanni #sierra x cliff #cliff x sierra #clierra

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creatingnikki · 5 years ago

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Dearest Kevin,

Hi.

I do this thing…this weird thing…usually when on first dates or when meeting a dear friend after a long time. I say hi. They say hi. We smile. I say hi again. Or we’re already 2-3 hours in and then randomly I’ll smile and say hi. But that’s the thing right…as weird and random as it sounds, it’s not. I think I now know that I tend to do that when I am trying to process a lot of new and perhaps overwhelming information. Usually good, positive, happy ones but also anything that’s a lot. I just finished reading your answers and I feel that way. I loved reading them, I felt like for a few minutes there I was no longer sitting in Starbucks on this sunny Wednesday afternoon surrounded by strangers I’ll maybe smile at but never know, drinking my iced coffee. Instead, I was back…I was back in 2000 in your life, I was in back in September with you when you were going through your baby stuff after your mom passed away. Thank you, thank you for earnestly sharing these moments with me, I appreciate it. And so, hi.

You said something that I think is 100% quote-worthy and also something I desperately needed to hear:

“Our timing was never right. At that time, she was with someone else (with whom she had a daughter), and I reconnected with my future ex-wife the following year. After 2003, I lost contact until late last year; she’s no longer married but is with someone else. I learned from my marriage that history is not a shortcut, so I was under no delusions when making contact again.”

History truly is not a shortcut right? I realized that when I spent the last few days of 2019 with my ex-best friend from school and with other school friends on a road trip. My ex-best friend, let’s call her Peach, and I went through some of the most difficult, confusing and formative years of our lives together – from when we were 13 years old to when we were 19 years old. Basically, all our teen life. She had seen me at my lowest – about a million times – and at my highest. She had been through my routines and my habits. So had I. But none of that mattered this last December. It had been about 3.5 years since we stopped being “best friends” and none of those times we had shared had mattered. Those times when I stopped her from killing or harming herself. Those times when she heard me talk about my family in a way no one ever has. Those times we only had to look at each other and we would know what the other was thinking and we would start laughing so hard like idiots leaving everyone around us confused.

None of that mattered. But we did have a basic sense of understanding, respect and compassion for each other. Nothing more than that. It’s hard though to fathom that the person closest to you can be nothing better than a stranger later. Because to be honest I have that basic sense of respect and compassion for the strangers that I come across as well. And when life gets hard and you think back to some people who really got you and all you want to do is rush back to them. Because everyone else? They just don’t get you, not in the same way at least. But no, history is not a shortcut, as you said.

I think pop culture truly fucks up our idea of love and friendship. But maybe the ones who write that shit do it as a way to cope with the lack of it in their life. God knows when I write books, I’ll do the same. Maybe I’ll add some sort of disclaimer at the beginning – This is fiction because life has never been this rose-coloured. I don’t know. But hey, that was an interesting fact about submitting your poetry collections for Pulitzer prizes. Yes, I had absolutely no idea! I have never submitted anything I’ve written to even a college magazine because I seem to not be okay with people who know me to know me. What I mean is people who know my name, age, nine-to-five job, etc. I can’t let them really get to know my heart. And my writing is my heart. But perhaps, someday! Also, good luck Perhaps, someday!

I do feel you on the contrarian part. I have not read Harry Potter (yes, all the judgemental Potterheads can go ahead and gasp) and I have not read the Twilight series or watched Breaking Bad and I didn’t even read Murakami until last year! I think for me, I try to stay away from everything too popular for the most part because

I know that my interests, things that speak to me are usually different than for most others around me. And I don’t say that in a holier than thou way. No, really, my life would be so much easier if I liked and related to things most people do

I am afraid that the actual book/movie/TV show will not live up to the hype and disappoint me like most things end up doing

Most of the music I love is music most people I meet have never heard about. And now I am happy about it, it feels like I am building this happy little world for me that brings me joy. Sometimes it seems indulgent and silly. When I use my free time to illustrate and write in a tiny little book – not for my blog or to earn money – but just so I have something to flip through that makes me happy when I’m feeling low. Or spending hours every few months stringing my room in fairy lights, stocking up on scented candles and tea. When I read books and underline sentences in them scribbling notes in the margins or when I post a letter to a friend in the old school way, these things seem childish, unnecessary if I think from a strictly rational point of view. But I know, I know that this is me building my bubble of things I care about and add value to my life in a non-conventional way and I think we all should do that – in whatever way that means something to us. Here’s a sweet little video that’s super aesthetic but also like makes more sense of what I’m saying (psst…it’s not super popular so go for it )

The best way to love myself – Haegreendal

About your answer to what love means to you and what it has come to mean to you…it reminds me of this quote from the book Tuesdays with Morrie (I know, I know, it’s one of the popular ones but it turned out to my most highlighted book of 2019)

“Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Build a little community of those you love and who love you.”

I think this sentiment and the importance of it is something we only learn after we’ve grown up a bit because before that all we focus on is romantic love right? I’ve had guy friends who will put 90% effort in romantic relationships but like 20% effort in platonic ones and then they whine about being lonely and not being able to connect with anyone. Guess they will just learn in their own time.

57. Living for that long, to me, seems like an achievement. For a long time I would think I wouldn’t live beyond 25…I mean I’m still 23 so lol who knows…but I am more optimistic than that now. I want to live and I want to love and I want to learn – about myself and the world. I hope you continue to too.

Love and some more,

Nikki

I wrote this letter for Kevin based on some questions they answered. You can read the questions and their answers (which are btw beautiful) over here.

Guys - I have received 29 people’s responses for The Love Project - 29 days of love letters. So I won’t be accepting anymore, however, you can read other letters here.

I may do this again later in the year and if you would want to receive a love letter from me then, you can drop in your email ID here xoxo

#the love project #29 days of love letters #day 14 #love letters #february 2020 #let me write you love letters #happy valentines day #valentine's day #love #creatingnikki

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seasonofthegeek · 5 years ago

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Not Lost but Still Found, Part 2

A big thank you to the gorgeous @lahiffed for requesting a second part of this Chloe/Nino story through ko-fi. I’ve fallen for this ship (but let’s be fair, I’m trash for most Nino ships at this point).

Parts 1, 2:

“You really might be my best work yet. No one we see today will be this handsome and put together.” Chloe adjusted Nino’s tie and stepped back. “This color looks so good on you. I’ll try to find you another suit like it in a different cut.”

Nino was finding it hard to swallow past the anxiety-induced lump in his throat. “If you say so. I feel kinda silly.”

He’d let Chloe coat his face in moisturizer after she chastised him for not doing it himself after his “lessons” the day before and even applied an eye cream to cover up the dark circles from his lack of sleep. Nino had to excuse himself and escape into his bedroom to change afterwards because her gentle fingers on his face and the concerned look when she demanded to know why he hadn’t slept well was just a little too much for him to handle. His feelings were quickly shifting from only friends territory into something else and it was making his head spin.

“Well, you don’t look silly; you look dashing.” She stepped in front of the mirror by the door and checked her make-up and hair one last time. “So the car should be downstairs any minute. As soon as we get to the first place, I need you to act your ass off. I’m going to be showing you around town in places I know my former clients will be.”

“I’m liking this idea less and less.”

She waved her hand carelessly. “It’ll be fine. Just pretend you’re a rich prince or something. You’ve hired me to make you irresistible.”

“Chloe.”

“These people will believe whatever I tell them.”

Nino frowned. “Yeah, I know. They believed what your nemesis told them too. That’s why you lost most of your clients in the first place.” He saw the furrow begin between her eyebrows and thought it better to cut it off before it grew into a full scowl. “But if you think this is the best way to get your business back on its feet, I’ll support you.”

“I do,” she sniffed, lifting her chin. She looked down at her phone. “The car’s here. Don’t forget your suitcase.”

“Ah yes, my empty suitcase that costs more than our couch.” Nino lifted the expensive leather case up carefully. He was hoping he could somehow return it and avoid the stress of trying to keep it from getting scratched on every surface it happened to touch.

“Our weekly takeout bill costs more than that couch,” she replied flippantly and led the way out the door.

___

“Oh, you poor darling, I was just devastated when I heard you were leaving us,” crooned the lady with the bottle tan that edged just the wrong side of orange.

Nino took another sip of wine to avoid making a face at her obvious show. They’d “just happened” to bump into Chloe’s fifth former client and each one was worse than the last. They’d all acted so distraught that she’d “left” them and their wardrobes to fend for themselves, as if Chloe didn’t know they’d all turned around and hired the woman who spread the false rumors about her to begin with.

“Well, someone’s been keeping me busy.” Chloe looped her arm around Nino’s and pulled him close. “Just look at these eyes and tell me how could I not give him all my attention?”

Nino pasted on the self-deprecating smile he felt he’d perfected at this point. “I’d be lost without her. She’s a fashion genius.”

The woman visibly preened and offered her hand daintily. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.”

At that moment, Nino felt his phone vibrate in his chest pocket and he pulled away from Chloe as gently as it could while ignoring the woman’s offered hand. “Sorry, sweetheart, I need to take this.” He didn’t meet her gaze as he stepped away and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Do you remember,” Alya began in greeting over the line as soon as he answered, “when I predicted that you and Chloe would end up together? You laughed and told me I was crazy. Crazy, you said.” She left off with that and Nino audibly sighed.

“I can’t really talk about this right now, Al.”

“You sent me a novel’s worth of texts last night. We’re talking about it.”

He cast a quick glance back to see Chloe’s eyes darting to him as she pretended to listen to her former client drone on. “Okay, yes, I want to talk about it because I’m kinda losing it here, but I can’t talk about it now.”

“Mmm. So you’re with her?”

“Yeah. I stepped away while she’s talking to an old client. I’m helping her get her business started back up.”

“How very noble.”

“Alya,” he whined. “I’m in over my head here. She’s got me in a suit and I have a briefcase and I’m pretending to be her...her boyfriend or something.”

There was a pause and even the sound of the tapping of Alya’s keyboard over the line quieted. “Was the pretending thing her idea or yours?”

“What does it matter?”

“Just answer the question, my dearest Nino.”

Nino knew he was blushing and made sure he was solidly turned away from Chloe. “Mine, I guess. I offered and she said it was a great idea.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But it’s not real!”

“Sure.”

“It’s not.”

“Oh, I know. Marinette’s not really my girlfriend either. We’ve just been sleeping together for three years now but it was only for pretend. I actually thought you and I were still dating this whole time.”

“Don’t be rude. This is so not the same as you guys,” Nino insisted, lowering his voice and moving further away. “Chloe and I are...we’re friends. I mean, at least I think she thinks we’re just friends and that’s fine. This is something I need to get out of my system and I thought talking to another friend would help but I was sorely mistaken.”

“Don’t get your boxers in a bunch; I’m only teasing you. You know I want you to be happy and I think you and Chloe would be great together, especially after everything that happened with the bitch I shall not name.”

“It would be too easy to say your name right there, wouldn’t it?”

“Watch it. I’m your favorite ex and you better not forget it.”

Nino let out a small chuckle and felt relief flood his system. It was always so easy to be honest with Alya. “I feel like I don’t know how to act around her.”

“I get that. I definitely had a gay panic moment when I realized my feelings for Marinette were more than just best friend territory. Try to take it a day at a time. If you feel brave enough to talk to her about it, go for it. You might be surprised how she feels.”

“Or she might freak and move out of the apartment.”

“I don’t think you’re giving Chloe due credit, but do whatever feels right.” There was a murmur in the background and Alya sighed. “Sorry, sweets, but I’m on a deadline. Hit me up when you want to talk more. I’m rooting for you.”

“Thanks, Al.” Nino ended the call and slipped his phone back into place. He turned and found Chloe walking towards him, one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just catching up with Alya about some stuff. How’d the rest of the meeting go?”

She beamed at him. “I’ve got Sophia scheduled for a shopping trip next Tuesday. I asked if Claire was the one who suggested the tan and then offered to hook her up with one of my contacts who does a lot of celebrities when they are going to be on the red carpet. She took the bait instantly. I’m a badass bitch.”

“That you are. Your week is filling up fast.”

She looped her arm around his as she’d done so many times that day even though there was no one around to see. “It is, but don’t worry. I still have plenty of time for you. What do you say to an early dinner?”

___

“My feet are killing me,” Chloe whined. She dramatically stumbled through the door and fell face first onto the couch. “I hate high heels.”

“Then why wear them?” Nino followed her inside and closed the door behind them. He cast a forlorn look at the small scratch on the side of his new suitcase before setting it down by the key and mail table.

“You just don’t get women’s fashion.”

“I don’t get wearing something that hurts, no,” he agreed. “And on that note, I’m going to go change out of this suit. I’ve hit my tolerance threshold.”

“Ninnnnnno,” Chloe wailed. “Help me. I can’t feel my feet.”

He shook his head and rounded the couch. “Do you really want me to take your shoes off for you?”

She wiggled her feet in answer.

“Pathetic.”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top.”

Nino took a deep breath and carefully undid the buckle of her shoe. He slid it off and let it drop to the floor unceremoniously.

“Hey! These weren’t cheap. Be careful.”

“I think you meant to say thank you.”

Chloe made a huffing noise and lifted her remaining shoe up. She’d turned her head so she could watch him and Nino felt his skin run hot. He fumbled with the buckle this time and almost dropped the shoe on accident before jerkily setting it down with the other one.

“Okay, I’m going to go change now.” He straightened and moved away as fast as he could without being obvious.

Chloe propped herself up on her elbows and frowned at him. “You aren’t going to rub my feet?”

There was no verbal reply as Nino’s bedroom door pointedly closed.

___

The soft knock was all the warning Nino got before Chloe was entering his room. Her hair was up in a messy bun, her face scrubbed free of make up, and she was wearing one of the oversized hoodies he’d grown accustomed to seeing her in.

“I could’ve been naked,” he chastised from his lounging place on his bed, pushing one of his headphones back so he could hear her better.

“Pity. I could’ve used a peep show.” She climbed into his bed beside him and leaned against the wall. “What are you listening to?”

“One of the records I picked up last night.”

“Can I listen to it with you?”

Nino nodded, feeling a little thunderstruck as he reached over to pull his headphone jack out of the record player on the nightstand.

“Oh, this is nice. It isn’t like the stuff you usually listen to.”

“Thanks for that underhanded compliment.”

She dropped her head to his shoulder with a content hum and they sat there together for two songs before she spoke again.

“Thank you for coming with me today. You really helped it seem like I’ve got my shit together.”

“You do have your shit together.” Nino eyed Chloe’s hand that was splayed out, palm up, between them. His own palm itched with the need to be pressed against hers. He curled his hand into a fist and shoved it into the large front pocket of his sweatshirt.

“You know I don’t, but I want to try to get to that point. I think these meetings next week are a good place to start. I’m feeling really good about it.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Nino finally allowed himself to rest his head against hers, if only to relieve the crick in his neck from trying to stay so rigid. With that action, Chloe scooted closer to him and made another happy hum. She curled against his side and slid down just a bit before huffing.

“I thought this was going to be more comfortable than it is. Scooch down with me.”

“I was just fine sitting like this, you know.” Nino wanted desperately to do what she wanted but he thought he might lose his sanity if he did.

“Scooch,” she demanded and tugged on his arm.

He reluctantly wiggled down until Chloe curled up against him again.

“This is much better.”

“Good to know, your Highness.”

“That’s your Majesty,” she corrected. She yawned and rubbed her cheek against the soft material of his sweatshirt. “I really like this music. It makes me feel calm.”

“Yeah, it’s good for that.” His voice was barely a whisper but he didn’t think he could speak any louder. His arm had gotten trapped under Chloe when she’d moved in closer and he chose the option of trying to casually rest his hand against her side rather than let it keep tingling.

“I’m going to sleep in here,” she murmured. “Can I?”

It was such a Chloe thing to say that Nino felt his heart swell. A statement followed by a question.

“Of course,” he replied softly.

Buy me a cherry coke?

#chlonino #honeybeats #chloe bourgeois #nino lahiffe #miraculous ladybug #and they were roommates

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royalbloodedbastards · 4 years ago

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chatzy // un-bad sex pt. II

DATE: Tuesday, May 5, 2020 CHARACTERS: Kieran and Parker ABOUT: Kieran tells Parker about Alec.

Kieran shut off the faucet, hanging the last of the glasses on the dish rack. The clock above the stove flashed 10:17 in a dim green. Kieran truly enjoyed having the company of Malia and Alec. He just wished they wouldn't stay so late. "Fun night," Kieran called over to Parker, who was running the sink in the bathroom.

Parker spit and rinsed off his toothbrush, then turned the faucet off. "Yeah!" He leaned against the doorframe. "This was really fun."

Kieran smiled. "It was." He hovered in the center of the living room for a moment, suddenly unsure if this was a good idea. "I'm happy to be watching movies with you and Malia again," he stalled. "As well as Alec."

Parker nodded and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. "It's nice watching them again. We can watch another old one, in black and white and French and stuff."

"Sure," Kieran agreed with a nod. His gaze drifted off toward the windows. "You know, something funny happened last week. I actually..." Kieran shrugged. "I think I went on a date with Alec."

Parker blinked, still relying on the doorframe to support most of his weight. "Huh..." He drew his eyebrows together, trying to decide how he felt about this. He couldn't tell. "Why?"

"Why did I go on a date with Alec or why do I think that I did?" Kieran asked.

Parker squinted as he tried to recall which he was looking for clarification on. “The second one?”

Kieran nodded. "I don't think that either of us entered the night with the intention of it being a date. We were just hanging out, but I suppose things escalated from there," Kieran trailed off. "And... We kissed."

Parker, again, found that he couldn’t tell what exactly he was feeling or how he should have been feeling. “Ah, um...” He pressed himself into the doorway. “Why?”

Kieran exhaled a laugh. "I don't know. It felt... Appropriate?" He shrugged. "Because I wanted to."

Parker frowned. “Okay.”

Kieran's lips pulled to the corner as Parker frowned. "Are you upset with me?"

Parker pressed a hand into the wall to push himself up and shook his head. “No.”

"But you disapprove," Kieran clarified.

Parker rubbed his face. “Um, I don’t... I’m not, like... I don’t know.”

Kieran nodded, his lips pressed into a frown. "Understandable."

Parker held the sink with one hand and pulled his eyebrows together. “Are you upset with me?”

"No," Kieran replied, shaking his head. "No, I'm not upset with you. I'm just..." Kieran trailed off. Just a few months ago, he had been so upset about feeling left out of the loop. He wondered if this was one of those moments, where not being honest now might come back to bite somebody. "Truthfully... I kissed Alec because I think I like them. And I've never had that experience before, which is why I'm... Speaking so vaguely." Kieran shook his head. "But I also know that you have a complicated relationship. And first and foremost I value our friendship. Our... Brotherhood. And I don't want to damage that." Kieran frowned. "So if anything, you're the one who has a right to be upset."

Parker frowned more and shook his head at Kieran’s speech. Kieran was being so kind and considerate of Parker’s feelings, and all that Parker could focus on was how he was feeling, rather than trying to understand how his brother felt. A wave of guilt ran through him, and his chest grew tight as he shook his head. “You’re not going to damage our brotherhood. You’re, like–“ He swallowed, voice shakey. “You couldn’t,” he whispered.

The tremble in Parker's voice made Kieran's frown deepen. He crossed his arms and sighed. "I'm sorry... Maybe this wasn't the right time to talk about this."

“No, fuck, sorry.” Parker pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes and shook his head, then dropped them after a shuddering breath; attempt to compose himself. “Ugh, I don’t know why I’m...” He clenched his jaw. “You’re my favourite person. I don’t... Care who you like.”

"But you do care to some degree," Kieran pointed out, his tone more observational than accusatory.

"Ugh." Parker shook his head and leaned against the doorway again, slumping against it so he didn't have to focus on keeping himself fully upright. "Not, like..." He frowned. "Only because it's... Alec," Parker said slowly and then made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. "But, like, not, like... I dunno."

Kieran nodded. He thought about replying but instead remained silent in the hope that it would encourage Parker to say more about how he felt.

Parker waited for a response that didn’t come, and figured he was expected to continue. “Like, I don’t like them or anything, but, like, we’ve...” He pressed his face into the wall. “It’s just weird, like, I just think it’s kind of– I don’t care, like, like it doesn’t matter? Like, it’s just... I just think it’s weird.”

Kieran nodded. He'd always been thankful that Aphrodite had somehow forgotten to flip the switch that made Kieran care about sex the way other people did, but now he was silently cursing himself for not having that awareness. Kieran knew that it would be weird because he had a cultural understanding of what other people found weird, but he couldn't quite empathize with the distress that Parker seemed to be feeling. "If it's any consolation, it's not a concern for me. And if it is for Alec, they haven't mentioned it."

Parker’s face was hot. The fact that he was the only one with any sort of problem with what was happening was not a comfort, but instead made guilt twist through him again. “I don’t know why I find it weird.” It was a lie, but it was easier than the truth. “I guess Malia knows?”

Kieran sighed. "Apparently, that's what she was speaking to Alec in the kitchen about. Though, I'm not sure how she figured it out."

Parker shrugged one shoulder. "Her power, I guess." He pushed himself off of the doorframe again and leaned back on the sink.

Kieran furrowed a brow. "What power?"

Parker shook his head. "She can, like, tell when people... I dunno, their relationship? She's never mentioned it to you?"

"No," Kieran mentioned with a frown. "I thought she just had an aptitude for that kind of thing."

Parker shrugged in response and shook his head. "Nah, mother dearest just really likes her, I guess." He scowled.

"I suppose so," Kieran agreed. He remained silent for a moment, not quite sure where he and Parker stood. "It's quite late," Kieran pointed out. "Perhaps we should get some rest, discuss this again tomorrow."

Parker frowned and picked at the hem of his shirt. He didn't want to discuss it again, and he also didn't want to step out of the bathroom, almost fearing that if he went to bed and woke up, everything would be more real than it already was. He nodded. "Sure, yeah. I'm going to shower. Do you need the bathroom?"

Kieran shook his head. "I can wait. I think I'll be awake for little while anyway."

Parker lifted his lips in a small smile and nodded. “Cool.” He closed the door between them, turned the shower on, and sat down on the bathroom floor so he could decompress before going to bed.

#mus.kieran #rel.kieran&parker #rel.kieran&alec #frm.chatzy

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years ago

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Hi Coonie, I hope you made it through your brothers ceremony okay and it wasn't too exhausting. My Mom is similar in that aspect. She has hawk eyes, allways sees even the tiniest dirt spots on our clothes and then we have to change because what if visitors come? Yeah, it ist a bit annoying sometimes but I think moms just want the best for us, right? I hope you had a good day despite that and that the next will be even better. My week was actually not too bad. It's getting slowly better. -Peridot

PERIDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!

*CLINGS TO YOU*

PERIDOT DEAR, IT’S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AROUND, AHSODJGDS.

I’m always so happy to see you drop by, Peridot!!! Thank you lots for taking the time to drop by and to message me!

I’m sorry if I worried you with that post. I was sorta worked up aaah.

But yeah, I made it through fine. It was a super short ceremony because it wasn’t his graduation diploma, it was a diploma for an extra course he took as his way to get his final papers. Hard to explain, hngnhg. So really it was mostly okay. I wore uncomfy more time while I was waiting for ceremony to start than during ceremony. I wanted to just go change clothes midways through it, but I know all this stuff is important to my brother, so i waited until he had to go pick something up to go change.

It was such a huge relief, you have no idea.

And yeah, I think moms just want the best for us too. My mommy’s such an angel and doesn’t get the good things she deserves, and I’ve been wanting for so long now to find a way to make her happier, even more with how much of herself she put in me and my situation with my surgery (they told me she was crying so much when she heard surgery went fine and that it was a harmless tumor, my dear mommy :( 3 ), but no one, mommies included, are ever perfect creatures. And that’s fine, you know. We’re not perfect sons and daughters and kids either.

They slip and so do we. The thing about it all is to tell each other our mistakes and try to correct them or at least try to not be so harsh about it. It’s difficult, really, as it’s two different points of view clashing. But that’s okay; we are not our parents and they are not us, which can be difficult at times, but that’s just part of life, we won’t ever think 100% like them and viceversa. It’s just about...being patient and that both parties understand it’s different points of view and that’s it.

Though I do admit I was very upset at my mommy most of yesterday. I felt and feel sorta guilty I was angry at her after allshe’s done for me, but what she did really didn’t fit in my head at all.

To be honest my monday was terrible lmao, and half of tuesday went bad too. I was feeling physically terrible as in the pains I get at times (that are sadly entirely unrelated to the tumor I had ahahaha, aaw, sucks), and today I had to sleep most of the morning and part of the evening, but I woke up feeling better. Still gotta deal with feeling sick, but that’s okay and normal and I can pull through just fine! It’s a matter of sleeping good tonight and wake up like new :)

So yeah, not gonna lie, it’s been pretty hard yesterday and today’s morning, but getting better. I deal with this always so eh. I have been playing lots of FFXV lately too...it’s what’s been in my mood, and I think it’s been okay...

I’m happy to know your week wasn’t too bad, Peridot, dear. Any progress, even if it’s tiny turtle steps, is always fantastic and one step closer to being okay. I’m proud of you, buddy, and happy. Still thinking everyday about you and wishing and hoping for things to lighten up soon. You can do it, Peridot, dearest. It’s okay to cry, but it’s amazing to smile as well so don’t forget to do that at times, alright? Let the cosmos know you’re strong and brave and getting better with each day. ٩(◕‿◕)۶♡

I hope everything’s okay, Peridot. I’ll be honest, this particular ask, in it you feel sort of...grey-blue. A sad grey-blue. I won’t press you if you don’t want to talk about it and maybe it’s just the normal grey-blue of a rough time and I’m just worrying something happened. Just know that I’ll keep sending you my good thoughts, and magical raccoon vibes.

And lots of love and hugs, too, of course. (ɔˆ⌣(ˆ⌣ˆc)

I hope your days get better and better, dear Peridot. You’re doing amazingly, buddy. You can pull through and I’ll be clinging to your head through it, okay? Raccoon snuggles are magical too! /o/

I hope you’re having a very good night and a good rest, Peridot!! ( ´⌣` )♡

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infpqueen · 4 years ago

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Letter to myself - 20th of January

Dearest you,

Hi! How are you? I hope you’re feeling well. Well, first I wanted to congratulate you, you got through another day! I’m proud you ^3^

Anyways, today I had this crazy idea. I know you want to be productive and take careful of yourself, but it’s very difficult, isn’t it? To help you, I will write you a letter every so that you can read them in the morning. Maybe this way you’ll start the day motivated! What do you think?

I know you have it in you, you know? Being productive. You just need someone to cheer you up, to remind you that even though it’s hard, you’ll make it and you’ll be so happy afterwards.

And I love you. I love you even though sometimes you don’t love me back. I know it’s difficult, because we are not perfect, but I care for you. I care for you so much that I’m writing this letter that you’re reading. When you want to give up and wonder “who cares anyways”? Please, remember: I do. I truly do. I wish I could be by your side. I wish I could hug you. I wish I could be enough for you. But oh dear, let’s not cry now! xD

Let’s start this day with a smile. I hope you’re already up! Why don’t you wash your hands and clean your face? I know it’s freezing, but you want to practice self care, don’t you? So go do it!!

So, I know you´ll watch some video while having breakfast, but you shouldn’t entertain yourself too much. You have an exam on Tuesday and you want to do well, right? It’ll feel good too! Just imagine yourself, focusing for a few hours, studying determinedly... If you try a little harder, you’ll see that the subject is actually interesting!

And that ice cream... You think you want to eat it, but you actually don’t! You’d only be happy for 5 minutes and then you’ll regret it, because you made a promise with yourself and I know you can keep it!! Go make that smoothie if you’re hungry or want to eat something sweet! It’s delishh.

And please, I know going to Madrid is scary. Especially if you’re going to a hotel alone for the first time, but you can’t ignore it forever! Once you’ve made the decision it’ll be easier to calm yourself down. Plus, you miss Alcalá! You’ll go to the river and have a good time there! You’ll take the exam in a blink of an eye and then you’ll be free!! And please!! It’s such a good opportunity to practice. Imagine the places you’ll be able to visit after this!! :)

Finally, remember reading 1 page is better than 0. Oh, and try to read after lunch as well, okay? Gosh, I can assure you you’ll be so proud of yourself!! Social media is good, but only if you can control it. If you feel like you’ve being using it for a long time, don’t give up! Just go read, study, or anything else! Don’t let your procrastination win!!

Did I tell you I love you? Well I doo!!! *warm hug* Go have a good day my dear. You can do it. You can be the best version of yourself. Fuck anxiety.

Love,

the you from yesterday.

#letter to myself #i dont know what i wrote #i just let my thoughts and feelings write for me #hopefully this will help me be motivated tomorrow #if it works ill keep it going #oh and laura remember that you can rest #please do it if you actually need to #self love #self care #love yourself #love myself #letter #personal #motivation #inspiration #tw #tw food #about me #introvertedqueenfprocrastination

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spideyxchelle · 7 years ago

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okay guys, here is part 2 of the spideychelle regency au

you definitely should read part 1 before jumping into this or you will be insanely confused. ALRIGHT BACK TO THE PAST. LET US DO IT.

There are many benefits, Peter finds, to being a man of wealth and means. Being the ward of a great Duke offers him privileges that reach farther than any he would have known as a simple blacksmith or even as a officer of the British Royal Navy. He has access to art and culture and finery and food like none he has ever experienced. His blankets are made of finer material than any tails he had owned prior to being ennobled. His dearest Aunt May lives in a home that is triple the size of their old residence.

The greatest benefit of all, the greatest treasure of his life, is the honor of knowing Princess Michèlle of France. It is also his greatest sorrow.

He blesses and damns the day Anthony ennobled him. For if he had never been elevated to such a title he would have lived his entire life without knowing her person. Some days the thought of living a life without her is enough to cripple him and others it feels like a life free of her might have been a mercy. There is no rest, no peace for Peter while Michèlle orbits his world.

To long for that which he cannot have is the keenest, sharpest pain to Peter for he both has her and does not.

They have stolen moments at Windsor Castle while she stays at Court and thinly veiled correspondence while she is away, but it is not enough. He wishes to have her on his arm, to make a house and a home together, to have her for a wife and a partner and his dearest friend.

Princesses do not marry wards, he can nearly hear Anthony’s voice in his head.

He resigns himself to never seeing her again a hundred times over, but these bargains with himself never last. One word from her has him taking his fastest horse to Windsor Castle to take her company. A chilly ride through the night on horseback is worth one dance, the smallest brush of her fingers.

Fourteen months from their first meeting, Michèlle sends him a note. He is out on the grounds of Carlton House with Sub-Lieutenant Barton hunting for game when the servant rushes out from the house and presses a small note in his hand. His confident, Edward, gives Peter a significant look, “It is urgent, my lord.”

There is a sharpness to Edward’s tone that immediately puts Peter on edge, “Thank you, Ned. You’re dismissed.” He hands his musket off to Sub-Lieutenant Barton and tightly smiles, “You must forgive me. It is urgent.”

His friend furrows his eyebrows but if he wishes to say anything about the letter, he does not, “Of course, my lord. I shall return next Tuesday. Perhaps the game will be better, then.”

“My deepest apologies, Sub-Lieutenant.” The two gentlemen stiffly bow at one another before Peter stalks his way back up to Carlton House to read the letter. Edward only gives Peter urgent messages when they come from Michèlle and something akin to fate is breathing down Peter’s back. He knows whatever is in this letter will bring him nothing but pain.

He marches on.

Once he is in the safety of his private parlor, he begins to pace. The letter feels heavier than the usual stock of parchment he receives, while the letter is small the words inside them must way a hundred tons. He hopes he is wrong, but with a glance down at the letter he confirms it is indeed from Michèlle. It bears her seal.

His shaky fingers he cracks open the hardened wax and the sound of the breaking wax could be his heart breaking as well.

The letter holds his deepest despair.

Officer Parker

Honorable Marquess Lord Stark,

I write this letter to inform you of my engagement to his royal majesty, Prince George.

There will be a celebration of this union at Windsor Castle in nine days time. I dearly hope you will be able to attend and share in my good fortune.

With great admiration, your beloved friend,

Princess Michèlle

Nine days.

Peter crushes the parchment in his hand and throws it into the flaming fire.

Nine days.

In nine days time, he will be expected to stand idly by with the rest of court while Michèlle marries the King’s son. He will be expected to toast and dance to their happy nuptials. He will be expected to delight in the birth of her sons to another man. He will be expected to surrender all memory of her to the wind and pretend their own happiness never existed.

The memories of her smile and laughter will be banished from his mind. He has nine days to relish in them before he must put them aside forever.

That first dance will haunt his dreams, he knows it. Their first kiss will be the only kiss he will ever know, ever indulge in, for how can he have another after having her? All of the moments that followed that first night he is not sure he could forget, even though he knows he must.

For how does one forget a person such as she?

He remembers it all at once. The way she stole from the castle in the middle of the night and rode wildly into the darkness with him on her tails. The twilight kisses. The evening spent in the woods near the pond where Michèlle had waded waist deep into the water and shouted poetry at the sky.

No woman could ever tell poetry to the heavens and make the Gods listen, he is certain. Only she.

He remembers their dances and hidden smiles in the center of crowded halls. He remembers her letters, the ones that were a novel-length long about her childhood, her favorite books, her dreams for a world better than their own. He keeps those mementos in a box under his bed with a dusty pink ribbon stolen from the dress she wore the first night they met.

Nine days is not enough time to forget a world of love.

Peter knocks the door to Anthony’s private study open like a man possessed. “Did you know?” he accuses his warden.

Anthony takes one look at Peter and he sees the knowledge swirl in his eyes. Anthony knew and purposely kept it from him. “Your dalliance with that girl could not have lasted, Peter. You know it.”

“You lied to me.”

“I protected you,” Anthony challenges, clamoring to his feet, “as I have done and will continue to do. My brother is not a kind man. His greatest pleasures in life consist of making others miserable. I joined the Naval forces to separate myself from his poison.”

Peter shakes his head, “And what, may I ask, does this have to do with me?”

Anthony walks around the front of his desk and grabs Peter’s shoulders, firm and desperate, “I have no children, my boy, because I was not permitted to marry. Any children of mine would be a threat to his throne, his lands and titles and his children’s claim to the throne. George is not a popular ruler, whereas I have always been beloved by the people.” Peter feels Anthony’s nails biting into his jacket, “Your existence, your status as my son and heir, drives him madder than he would ever dare show. His jealous poison trickles down to you. And I have tried to keep his hatred from you, to keep you safe and well-cared for.”

“I do not understand. This has nothing to do with her marrying the prince,” Peter begins.

“It has everything to do with that, Peter. He is having your Michèlle marry his son for hate of me, for hate of you.” Anthony pauses for a length before speaking softly, “You cannot imagine your affections of her have gone unnoticed at court. You only travel to Windsor when she is visiting, you only dance with her at every ball, you only look to her in a crowd of thousands.”

Peter’s knees collapse inward and he falls unceremoniously into the nearby chair. His happiness for which he must now be forever barred is a purposeful slight on behalf of the King?

Peter rubs his weary eyes, “I must go to her.”

Anthony sits opposite of him and searches for Peter’s eyes, “And what can you imagine will your arrival achieve?”

“I-” Peter swallows, “If I do not go to her now, I will spend the rest of my days regretting it.”

Anthony nods, his face betraying sadness beyond any that Peter could have imagined he was capable of. For the first time since meeting Anthony, Peter thinks, he looks old. “I will have the a horse saddled for you.”

The ride to Windsor Castle feels longer and harder than it ever has in the past. Rain beats down on him like the heavens are weeping for him, or perhaps they are laughing at him. He has no trust of any God now.

When he arrives a servant girl, Betty, greets him. He knows how he must look, dragged through water and mud for miles, but he has no time to consider such trivialities. Betty curtsies to Peter as he dismounts from his horse, “M’lord, we wasn’t expecting any visitors this time a’night.”

“I shan’t be long.” He squints at the servant girl and recognition flushes his system, “You’re Edward’s sweetheart, yes?”

She blushes, “I ain’t never been called no sweetheart, m’lord, but aye. I know him some.”

“Ned receives letters for me from Windsor on behalf of Princess Michèlle. You’re the one who gives him the letters, aren’t you?”

Betty swallows, “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know what you’re-”

“It’s alright,” Peter assures her, taking a step forward, his eyes blazing, “You will never be in any trouble by my hand, I swear it. Are you her lady?”

She nods, skeptical, “One of ‘em, m’lord.”

“Please, I beg of you, tell her to meet me. She will know where.” He kisses Betty’s hands, a final moment of hope.

Peter remounts his horse and makes his way toward the forest. The same one where she would kiss him at dawn and recite poetry to the woods. The same place where she laid her curls across his lap and spoke her mind more freely than any person he had ever had the pleasure to know. The same woods where he fell in love with her five times over.

He waits on a tree stump near the pond that she recklessly jumped into one evening and counts the hours as they pass. As the sun begins to rise in the east, his heart plummets.

Until he sees her walk through the thick of the trees with the pink hues of the early morning a backdrop to her beauty.

He stands not because a gentleman is expected to stand in the presence of a lady but because she moves him to his feet. And he knows she realizes that is why he is standing, too, because her smile is exasperated but all-together fond. There is love between them. he knows it, true and steadfast.

When they are feet apart, he bows his head and she rolls her eyes but curtsies. As he stands to his full stature again, his eyes never leave her. If this is to be their last moment he does not wish to miss a minute of it.

He invades her space in the span of a breath and crushes her mouth to his. Ever kiss they have ever shared prior to this one has been a pale imitation of love. He pours it all into this kiss as her face is tucked safely between his two palms. Propriety is nothing compared to the feel of this extraordinary woman in his arms.

“You cannot marry him,” he demands between kisses. “You cannot.”

Her hands grab at his lapels, drawing him impossibly closer, “I have loved you to distraction and I will always love you, Peter.”

He chokes into their kiss, tears pouring down his face, “Do not.” His voice breaks, “Do not talk like this is goodbye.”

She pulls herself out of his embrace and turns wildly on him, “What would you have me do, truly? My duty is to my family.”

“I could you be your family. We could run away. The world is vast and wide,” he reaches for her and she yanks her arm away.

“You speak as though I have a choice. A woman has no choices, Peter. I do as I am bid.”

“The world can be different, better. We have spoken of it,” he implores her. “We have spoken of it here. In these very woods.”

“It was all a fantasy, Peter. All of it. You and I. These woods. They were stolen moments and I have cherished them, but I will do as I am told. I must.”

He snatches her hands in his and kisses each of them sweetly, “Please, Michèlle.”

She makes a noise that sounds horrible and sad and she turns his face up to kiss her. This kiss is her love for him, he can taste it. “I am,” she whispers against his lips, “I am better for having known you.”

“Michèlle,” he gasps, “Please.”

“I love you,” she says one last time before she is prying herself from his arms and disappearing into the trees. He stands frozen in shock for moments before he is chasing after her between the trees. The cold morning air nips at his cheeks as he runs but no matter how hard he pushes himself to find her, he can never quite reach her. She is gone.

The journey back to Carlton House is long. He makes no stops and sets a punishing pace for his horse.

When he arrives home he speaks to no one, he takes no food, he answers no letters. Anthony and his Aunt May try to speak to him but he does not leave his room for nine days.

He awakens on her wedding day and reads through her letters. If he inhales deeply enough he can smell her perfume, or perhaps that is his imagination. His body convulses at every sound of the bell, marking another hour past.

Then, mercifully, the day is over. And she is married.

Like a man possessed, Peter begins to pack. Anthony finds him the day after Michèlle’s wedding day putting on his Officer’s uniform and his guardian stalls, “The sea will not change what has happened.”

“No,” Peter agrees, “but it will take me far away from here.”

“India is a long journey.”

“Yes,” Peter buttons the front of his Officer’s uniform, “I intend for it to be.”

Anthony looks pained by his going but extends his arm for a hand shake. The man extending his well wishes is not the Duke or his guardian, it is his Admiral looking through time at the fifteen year old he had once been. The two men clutch hands in a firm grip. “Safe travels, my friend,” Anthony whispers.

“Thank you, Tony.”

“Tony?” Anthony smiles.

Peter shrugs, “It suits you, m’lord.”

“Your Grace,” Anthony corrects him and their first conversation lives again in this room.

It takes Peter fifteen days to get to the port and when he arrives Captain Rogers and Lieutenant Barnes are there to greet him. The three men smile at each other and it is Captain Rogers that says, “For the king and the crown.”

Peter shakes his head, “For England.” He will never wish the king well again in his life.

The journey to India and the return trip back home takes Peter over three years to complete. The boy he had left behind in England is a distant memory, but those memories shine when he dreams of her and her smile. The world and woman he tries to leave behind stick to him the whole while he is away, he could not banish thoughts of her much less than he could stop breathing. She is a part of him.

However, the distance does make the suffocating feeling in his chest feel more manageable.

When he touches down in England after his years abroad he thinks home looks very much the same. He had hoped for some kind of worldly difference. If it was much changed than it would have been easier to wipe away his thoughts of a time before.

Yet, Carlton House looks unchanged with one major exception.

Peter stands over Anthony’s grave and feels too much, it numbs him. His Aunt says gently at his shoulder, “The fever took him six months back.”

“Did he suffer?” Peter asks.

“He was in good spirits,” she smiles, “until the very end.” Aunt May clutches Peter’s hand, “He spoke so fondly of you, Peter. You were his son in his mind.”

Peter gives a watery smile and reads the gravestone to himself.

Here lies Duke Anthony “Tony” Stark

Admiral. Friend. Father.

“Yes,” Peter agrees, “Yes, he was.”

The upkeep of Carlton House falls into his hands and it takes him three months of work before the house is back to its grand state before Tony died. And when those three months are up he cannot avoid a trip to court. He has been expected for some time now.

Everything is a blur as he travels: the countryside, the people, the castle.

The world only sharpens when a little boy with sharp angles and full lips collides into Peter on the grounds of Windsor. He staggers back and stares.

The two year old boy fumbles with his toy and lisps, “I’m sorry, my lord. Miss Betty hid my toy.”

“Tony!” A voice calls. A voice he has heard every night in his sleep for the last three years. A voice he is almost certain is not real. Michèlle’s voice. “What did I say about running off?”

“Sorry, Mama,” the boy ducks his head.

When their eyes meet three years slip away. If he had ever been afraid that his feelings had faded with time this moment proves him insurmountably wrong. She still makes him feel like that first day at the ball, where their eyes met across the room.

“Tony?” Peter says her son’s name, but he knows it sounds more like a question.

She nods, “He was dear to someone I once knew.”

Peter remembers himself and bows, “Your majesty.”

She curtsies as lamely and uninspired as he remembered. “Yes, I know who I am.” Her voice is a strained attempt at teasing, “Lieutenant Stark, how lovely to have you home. You look well.”

“As do you,” he says and he cannot keep the longing from his tone.

They share a long, lingering silence before the little boy between them interrupts their moment, “I’m Tony.”

Peter startles and grins. Then, he drops to his knees and offers his hand to the little boy, “It is a pleasure to meet you, your Majesty.”

“No,” the boy juts his chin out, “Just Tony, please.”

“Of course,” Peter concedes, “Just Tony.”

His eyes glance up at Michèlle who is looking down at her son with so much fondness and love that he cannot hold the past against her. For if she had not done her duty she never would have had her boy.

He swallows thickly and stands. He bows perfunctory, “Your Majesty.”

“Peter,” she says quietly. He hates how quickly he stops. “I have never stopped.”

“I never will,” is what he says before he takes his leave of her.

The past staying where it should. In the past.

#regency au

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