#he looks like a white hershey's kisses

[suksatoru]

"Boo!"

Sukuna doesn't flinch at Yuuji's adorable attempt at a scare, merely tilting his head with a small scowl as he wags a finger at his little brother

"What's this, brat?" He huffs, tugging on the white fabric covering Yuuji's body as the little boy lets out a whine of defeat

"It's my costume!" He protests, and you can only watch them with a smile as Sukuna huffs, tucking a single arm under Yuuji and easily picking the boy up

"Well I think you look very scary, Yuuji." You smile, and the little boy's entire face lights up at your words

"Scary? If anything, it looks like you're wearing a big ol' diaper. Makes you look even more like a baby." Sukuna cackles at Yuuji as the poor little boy's lip trembles. You know the waterworks are about to come - so you quickly snatch Yuuji away from him

You stick your tongue out at Sukuna, and Yuuji lets out a hearty giggle while your boyfriend rolls his eyes with a grunt

Eventually the three of you are all walking out of the apartment ready to go trick or treating. Halloween was Yuuji's favorite holiday, and you were determined to make this night a good memory for him.

Sukuna wasn't exactly on his best behavior, looming behind little Yuuji with a scowl that scared most people at their doors into surrendering a good bit of their candy to the pink haired baby boy. Sukuna also demanded Yuuji to thank every house they visited, and he happily complied - having a blast running through the neighborhood like a headless chicken.

"We need to get him on a fucking leash." Your boyfriend growls, following Yuuji as he skipped down the sidewalk - belting out some song and oblivious as to how fast his little feet were running. The only way you and Sukuna were even able to see where the little boy stood was thanks to the glow-stick necklace around his neck.

"Be nice." You reprimand, gently tugging on the cape of his vampire costume with a grin. Of course, you and Yuuji begged on your knees for him to wear something scary for Halloween, and he was forced to give in. You were glad - the blood trickling down his chin with his deep red cape flowing behind him made him look even more devilishly handsome than usual.

"Kuna! I got a full size bar!" Yuuji smiles, stopping in his tracks as he waves around the bar with a smile wide enough to light the dark night known as Halloween.

"That's nice, brat." Sukuna sighs, eyes crinkling in annoyance as he squints in the dark - of course the big baby already wants to go back home.

It took Yuuji another hour until he was satisfied. He peered up at his older brother and you, who had slung the obnoxiously large bag of candy over his shoulder as you licked a small lollipop

"I'm tired." Yuuji whines, dragging his feet to a stop as he lets out a long yawn. He holds his hands up for someone to pick him up, and you scoop up the little boy in your arms since Sukuna's were full.

"My poor baby. You did so much work this Halloween, going door to door like that. I'm so proud of you." You giggle while placing a soft kiss onto his chubby cheek, and Yuuji lets out a content sigh as he snuggles into your chest

Sukuna's eye twitches, his arm straining as he slowly shifts the sack of candy from one shoulder to the other

"What about my kiss? I deserve one more than him." He deadpans, his eyes unimpressed as his narrowed gaze flitters between you and Yuuji

"Mmm nope! You can have some at home though. He's been awfully moody tonight, huh Yuuji?"

The little boy squeals as you spin him around, laughter bubbling all the way from his tummy as you grab Sukuna's hand with a smile and begin the walk home.

Yuuji seemed to pass out after eating a good portion of his candy, and now you sit on the couch of your apartment as you watch Sukuna sort the candy - peanut and coffee and butter and toffee - all sorts of flavors in colorful swirly packaging were laid out in front of him.

You nudge Sukuna with your foot from where you laid on the couch

"Gimme a Hershey!"

He unwraps in silently, glaring at you and he taps your lips - signaling for you to open up. He glides a sensual finger over your parted lips - before shoving the chocolate so fast into your mouth that you almost choke

"Sukuna!"

He smiles, lifting himself off the floor and deciding to suffocate you on the couch instead

"What if I choked and died? What then, asshole?" You cry, trying to pry him off of you as he drops his head on top of yours

"Give me my kisses or I'll go wake up the brat."

You're peppering his face with angry kisses soon enough, and his laughter ends up waking Yuuji anyways.

[pixxiies]

tense

pairing ;; matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings ;; oral (fem receiving), fingering, praise, use of y/n, fluffy beginning and ending, softdom!matt, pet names (sweetheart n princess, etc), no actual p in v, lowercase intended !!

word count ;; 1.1k

a/n ;; this was based off a request!! had lots of fun writing this:) also sorry if this is bad im ovulating and im a little bit high

yk the basics .. pink is u , blue is matt !!

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your pov

i stepped into my boyfriend’s house after a long shift at work. “hey chris.” i sigh, putting my bag down on the island. “hey y/n, matt wanted me to tell you that he was gonna be streaming when you got back.” the brunette boy spoke from the couch, sipping on a can of pepsi.

i nodded before making my way down the hall to matt’s room. i knocked softly on the door and a small “come in” was heard from inside. i slowly walk into the room with a light smile on my face. “alright guys ima go on mute real quick.” matt spoke into his mic, muting it then getting out of his seat.

“hey baby, how was work?” he asked me, bringing me into a hug. i let out a small mumble in reply as my arms wrapped around his neck. "could be better, my legs hurt so bad from running around all day. but i got a $100 tip from this guy since he said my ass was fat" i laugh, letting go of matt so i could take off my hooters uniform. matt was literally forgetting that he had been streaming the entire time.

“could you get me a shirt baby?” i ask matt, struggling to take off the tight white long sleeve uniform top. he nodded, tossing me one of his shirts that i missed terribly. we laughed about it quietly as i took off the extremely revealing shorts. i put on the pink hershey bear shirt, then body flopping down on his silk sheets. “im gonna lay down, my legs hurt so bad.” i pointed out as my body laid comfortably in his bed.

matt hummed, looking at his pc. he quickly walked over and sat down in his gaming chair. “hey guys, sorry ima have to end the stream a bit earlier. thanks for watching love you guys.” matt spoke into his mic after he unmuted. he clicked the red ‘end’ button before he stood up. “matt you didn’t have to end it” i smile, opening my arms for him. “eh its whatever, i was already streaming for a few hours so its okay.” he reassured as he laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

he kissed my temple softly, rubbing my lower back gently. “tell me about your day y/n/n.” he whispered into my skin. i let out a small sigh. “well, it was a bit stressful. a lot of guys asked for my number, got a lot of tips since i had good tits and ass…” i trail off, playing with matt’s hair. “i also fell, so that’s probably why my legs hurt.” i pout. he hummed quietly, figuring something that could help me. “i can give you a massage if you’d like.” the brunette boy suggested.

my eyes twinkle a little bit, “hm i’d like that a lot.” i giggle. matt rolled over to his nightstand and grabbed a small bottle of lavender scented lotion from his drawer. i sat up slightly, throwing the blanket to the side.

matt sat crisscrossed while squirting a bit of lotion into his hands. “is this the lavender one i bought you?” i ask with a small smile. he nodded, spreading the lotion evenly on my thighs and calfs. his thumbs kneeded into my skin, making sure every inch of my skin got touched.

his palms massaged every part of my leg. i let out a quiet shaky moan as matt soon neared his fingers close to my inner thighs. he looked up at me with slight doe eyes. “is this okay sweetheart?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. i nod slowly, allowing matt to give soft kisses on my thighs.

matt’s hands ran up and down the sides of my thighs with a bit of pressure, leaving goosebumps. “does this feel good princess?” matt whispered as his eyes shot through mine. i whine in agreement, the spot in between my legs starting to ache. his fingers continued to get closer to where i needed them to be. “matt, baby.” i whine. matt hummed quietly, looking back up at me. “hm? what is it sweetheart?” he whispered, spreading my legs apart. i blinked at him slowly, “mh, i need you.” i breath softly.

“awh my poor baby.” he teased, his thumb rubbing small circles on my clothed clit. my back arched off the bed just a bit. his fingers hooked around the waistband of my panties and he slowly pulled them down.

matt looked up at me, his hand sliding under my lower back. his fingers traced my entrance teasingly, making me let out soft moans. “i barely touched you sweetheart, and your already wet.” he laughed softly, allowing his fingers inside of me. “mgh, baby.” i whine to the slight burning sensation of matt stretching me out. his fingers slid in and out of me easily, sending me over the moon. “taking my fingers so well huh?” matt purred, his tongue soon flicking over my clit. his tongue started to work wonders on my cunt, it swirling around my bundle of nerves.

i whimper out quietly, my legs wrapping around his head slightly. my hands reached down to his hair, tugging on it gently. a string of curses left my mouth that was falling agape. “fuck fuck please keep going.” i moan out. “such a needy girl.” matt whispered softly with a cocky smile on his face. my breath quickened so fast as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly.

matt was determined to continue eye contact with me as his mouth worked on me perfectly. “mmmm. matt please dont stop it feels so good.” i whimper out as the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. “oh yeah?” he teased, letting his fingers out of my pussy and replaced them with his tongue. my back completely arched off of the bed, moaning out to the sensation of his tongue starting to fuck me.

i continued to let out small whimpers while matt continued to fuck me faster with his tongue. my eyes roll to the back of my head as my hips jolt upwards into his face. “m-matt im gonna cum.” i whimper, my hands pushing his head closer to my cunt. ”cum for me angel.” matt whispered, making the knot in my stomach unknot. he lapped up anything that he could and his mouth detached from my pussy.

his slender fingers curled up into me a few more times before he kissed my clit softly one last time. matt let soft wet open mouthed kisses on my inner thighs. “lets finish giving you that massage, yeah?” he laughed, as if he didn’t just practically make out with my pussy. “yes, please.” i pant out with a lazy smile on my face. we both giggled about it for the next few minuetes of matt kneeding his fingers into my skin.

taglist ;; @cheetahmadi @sturniol0s @luverboychris @mattsluttywaist

[carolmunson]

“s’too hot to be doin’ this laundry ed,” you complain, holding your lower back while you get up from your seat to stand behind him. the fans above work overtime but the muggy air and hot sun have already settled in the light yellow painted laundromat. your sandals skid against the grimy tiled floor, your sun dress swooshing by your knees where there’s no breeze to blow against the sweat that had collected on the backs of your thighs. and it’s everywhere, dripping down your back, between your breasts. it’s too god damn hot.

“you wanted to come,” he shrugs, trying to hide his smirk, “i told you to stay home and lay down, you didn’t wanna listen.”

he folds the whites first on one of the folding stations — his work tanks and tees, socks and underwear, a few of your shirts and dresses. then the colors. hiding in the piles are a litter of onesies and coveralls, little pants and shirts, little socks that you’d lose if you blinked. all new stock from your baby shower a few days ago — as if this little creature didn’t already have enough clothes piling up in the closet you and eddie shared. you had to keep some of the clothes at wayne’s at this point.

“you promised chex mix,” you shrug, “even he’s excited for it.” you run a hand over your belly, firm and sitting low now that you’re closer and closer to your due date. you wished two months would fly by quicker but ed loved seeing you like this.

“i know what i promised, sweetheart,” he nods, loading the clothes up into laundry bags. he swats your hand away when you read for one, “how many times do i have to tell you?”

“i’m pregnant honey, m’not dying,” you laugh. he presses a kiss to your temple and then the apple of your cheek.

“i can carry them,” he assures, smiling, “just waddle to the car for me.”

you pout, a sad one, “that wasn’t nice.”

“i’m just kid— oh, oh no baby don’t cry, don’t cry baby i’m sorry,” he soothes while tears start to poor down your cheeks. he puts the bags down to hold you to him, his curls tickling your face.

“you think i’m huge,” you cry, “i’m huge.”

he tries not to laugh while peppering kisses over your face, “sweetheart you’re not huge, i don’t think you’re huge.”

“yes you do-oo-oo,” you sob, eddie offering the other patron in the laundromat a tight smile while they stare at the scene, “i’m huge and i’m sweaty and i’m hot and i just want my chex mix.”

“okay, okay,” he nods, holding your face in his hands. he nuzzles your nose with his while you start to calm down, “i’m gonna get you your chex mix.”

“and a cherry slush,” you say with a sniffle.

“and a cherry slush,” he chuckles, giving you a soft kiss, “what does the little guy want?”

you run your hand over your belly, both of you looking down while eddie puts his hand over yours. when his palm slides over the top the baby kicks, making you scrunch up your nose at the pressure.

“looks like he just wanted his daddy to say hi,” you say quietly while ed’s hand sits warm and firm. he looks up at you while the baby kicks again, his grin of excitement clear to anyone who might walk by and look in through the windows. he picks up the bags after stealing another kiss from you.

“okay princess. chex mix and cherry slush,” he says while you walk to the car. he walks slow so you can keep up, waddling in your sandals.

“and that cookies and cream hershey bar,” you add.

“and the cookies and cream hershey bar,” he repeats, “you bet.”

[newtkive]

sweet tooth | luca drabble

just thinking about luca w a partner who has a crazy sweet tooth (like i do) and you never asking for a sweet treat but mentioning it nonchalantly but still not expecting luca to make you something.

first of all, your nickname would probably be sweet tooth or smth similar, let’s be so real. it would start by luca calling you that affectionately, but then it catches on w friends and family and you’re just dubbed sweet tooth.

in general, if you saw some type of dessert on a commercial or a tiktok that had you going ‘oohhh’ luca would scrunch his brows and almost seem jealous. “they used meringue, they should’ve used icing sugar.” he’d scoff judgingly and just see it as a challenge. after he would deem it doable, he’d store the information in his brain and literally make it better at work the next day.

just say the word and he will make it. telling your friends on the phone that macaroons sound good? cool, he wants to practice his piping technique with the biscuits anyways.

a japanese fruit sando? awesome he can make the sweet bread so fast, and the cream is no big deal. in fact he can just whip it up for lunch.

want a hersheys bar? first, that chocolate is trash don’t ever mention it to a european, especially your european chef boyfriend. second, he’ll make you the best stack of milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and cookies n’ cream bar you’ve ever had (the cookies n cream one is so good, and you’d always say that and it would piss him off). anything to get hershey’s out of your brain.

you see those viral crunchy chocolate and pistachio filled croissants in new york on your phone and groan abt them? he can research the recipe and workshop it for a day or two in the restaurant kitchen, find a cute take out box to present it to you with to give you that full experience you’d get from the real bakery—you just gotta wait. even if it’s a couple days later, it’ll be waiting for you on the table, or pulled out from behind luca’s back as he walks through the door.

to be more specific, maybe at midnight when he doesn’t have work the next day, you guys are up watching a movie or just having pillow talk. saying smth nonchalant abt your cravings like “cookies sound so good right now luca.. don’t they?” your cheek is smushed against his bicep (which you’d much rather eat) so your voice is all cute and mumbled making his heart race.

“mhm.” he’d say. he’s got a lazy smile n a deep chuckle, voice laden w sleep since you’re the night owl and he’s just staying up to spend time with you. “you wan’ me to make some right now? that what you’re saying?” he’s clearly amused, knowing that you don’t expect him to but teasing you nonetheless.

“nono, it’s too late. you’re not allowed to leave anyways.” you would mumble again, arms tightening around his own in a hug. humming happily, a kiss from the chef would land on your head and you kinda forget about the dessert you want but luca doesn’t because he’s a chef and his literal profession is making desserts so why wouldn’t he?? when you want something he can easily make?? like his love language is giving, especially if it’s baking something for someone he loves.

the next day you’d still be asleep and wake up to the smell of cookies. savory was your forte in the morning most times but who could say no to starting their day with a yummy sweet when it’s presented to them, right?

it would take you a second to realize that 1. luca wasn’t wrapped around you like usual, etching a frown into your face, and 2. luca had to be the one making cookies. and he made the best cookies. you’d waste no time in grinning and hopping up to drag yourself to the kitchen. even more of the smell would welcome you, transporting you into some kind of dreamland—and if you really were dreaming you’d be so pissed bc the cookies being pulled out of the oven by your blond messy haired boyfriend look so fucking good right now (aside from the aforementioned boyfriend who is just as, if not more scrumptious than the cookies with only his flannel pants on).

arms would wrap around his waist from behind and luca would laugh muttering “hot pan” but you don’t give a fuck because you want him and those cookies now. if anything your arms tighten and you rub at his stomach sweetly from behind, a sign of affection.

“you made me cookies!” the grin would be so evident in your voice and so infectious that luca beams as he transfers the said cookies onto a pretty dish.

“and who said they were for you?” the tease is obvious and earns an eye roll. you don’t fall for it and he doesn’t expect you to, but you gently nip at his shoulder nonetheless. a dramatic ‘ow!’ comes from the tall man, laced with laughter. you snicker evilly, standing on tip toes to rest your chin on the same shoulder (no matter your height you still gotta do tiptoes bc that man is tall).

soon enough he’d plate the perfect chocolate chip cookies with a dash of sea salt that you spotted, and turn around. it would be your turn to be wrapped in a hug by strong arms, even lifted up a little just to hear your laugh. luca also likes to hear how surprised you get that he can lift you, even though to him you’re weightless.

it wouldn’t be long until you’re begging for a cookie even if he sets you on the counter, stern look as he assures you they’re still cooling off. like hellooo?? who cares?? but he distracts you with soft kisses on your cheeks, leading down to your lips until he pulls away and leaves you wanting more. the mumble from him that, “the cookies are probably cool enough now” has you forgetting your desire for him and replacing it with the golden saucers just waiting for you to demolish them.

hands on his shoulder, you’d firmly push him to the side and hop off the counter. the roll of luca’s eyes would be affectionate and endeared, since you were this excited for his cooking. you were his best customer after all.

your feet would have a mind of their own, floating towards the cookies like a cartoon man levitating towards a pie, lured by the aroma. you start ravaging like a hungry creature. one turns into three as you face your boyfriend, moaning with closed eyes at almost every bite inbetween telling him about what you two did in your dream (he baked you brownies laced with a golden syrup in your dream so you accredit your subconscious to manifesting this).

he would just stand there with a grin, hands on the edge of the sink behind him while leaning on it. usually dreams would be so boring to talk about, but luca swore he could stand there for an eternity just watching you eat his creations and talk about any dream you wanted to share with him.

of course, those cookies would be gone in two days. and in place would be brownies drizzled in a golden syrup that luca took home from work. the surprise would earn him a watery eyed smile, and he’d just shrug and say he had extra time to kill on the evening shift.

[anadiasmount]

Could you do one about how Christian would be as a dad to be? Like during pregnancy and when the baby is born please?

i’m guessing you wanted this as a head cannon? if not i hope you don’t mind if i do it like this ❣️

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when you reveal to him ur pregnant, he’s in utter shock. which makes you feel uneasy, until you feel him bend down to his knees and hug your stomach. his head laying on your abdomen where he talks with the baby. he cries and pours his heart out of him being so happy and grateful for you. “is this actually real? i’m going to be a dad?”

despite his heavy and hectic schedule he still attends the doctors appointment every time. he drives you there, opens the door for you, holds your hand, and even checks in with the receptionist for you. while waiting for the midwife, he talks to you about the nursery, and the different color schemes he likes.

you have to reassure him every time you wince at the cold sensation of the gel, bc he gets so concerned, only wanting for you to be comfortable and safe. he holds your left hand constantly kissing it, as you watch your baby through the ultrasound. “look at the baby! i want to meet them already…”

his brown eyes widen when you get to hear your babies heartbeat for the first time. he shakes his head with excitement, and tells you he wants to hear it all the time. he even goes out to buy a baby heart beat monitor. “christian, seriously?” “can you blame me? i love the sound. it’s our baby’s heartbeat.”

throughout the pregnancy he makes it the priority for you to be relaxing and resting at all times, making you feel completely helpless. you’re so used to moving around and getting different tasks done, so when this happens you just have to bite your tongue. knowing christian is so protective of you and his baby. “don’t you dare move. i’ll be right back.”

you sometimes take trips to different to baby stores to check out the cribs, clothes, beds, carriers, strollers, some bottles, breastfeeding pumps, etc. he’s such a dad already, and researches the best products so the two of you can buy. “i saw this stroller online, it’s a 2-in-1. let’s go check it out.”

when the day of gender reveal comes around, the two of you decided to head north to Hershey, where all his family and yours reunite to celebrate. you asked his sister to surprise you, and she couldn’t back down on the idea, more than ready and excited to do so. especially since you helped her with hers. “OMG I WOULD BE SO HONORED!”

he’s dressed in a white button up, and you with a tight white dress with brown sandals. you kiss his cheek and jaw when you feel his hand nervously draw shapes on your bump. “you okay chris?” “yeah. just nervous that’s all. we finally get put out our misery,” he’d joke.

the long debate of whether it was a boy or girl ends, when you the color blue pops out. you immediately let out a small laughter and began to let out a couple tears of joy, which causes christian to softly kiss you and wipe them away. “we’re having a baby boy! a mini me running around!”

the next few months fly by. the now impatient waiting for your due date to appear. the constant cycles of going to pee, take frequent naps, weird craving, insomnia kicking ur ass. but despite it all, christian is there to guide and help you. “how can you eat that?” he’d say, “oh shut up. it’s this or me being cranky. so you decide…”

one thing you especially love is where he pulls out his guitar and sings to the baby, where they respond by kicking your belly when they hear the small noises. christian also reads to the baby, his head on your bump while reading nursery books. “you see here? this story is about how the piggy went to market.”

the day before labor, you feel the contractions and cramps. taking small step around the house, your hair in a messy clip, sighing and breathing in and out. christian is there to help you practice breathing methods, and timing the contractions before it’s go time. “ready? 1,2,3,4… let it out… there we go… again….”

after ur water breaks, you began to get nervous and filled with anxiety, but he reassures you everything will be okay. “i’m here baby. i’m here for you and our baby boy okay? scream, cry, laugh all you want.”

christian ties you hair up, holds your strong grip hand around his and you walk around the hospital room, he wipes off the sweat and applied cold wraps around your head to ease the heat. he whispers words of encouragement to you, rubbing your back and abdomen when the pain gets bad. “i’m going to change this okay? this will help your back better. just breath baby, im here for you.”

christian gets a bit light headed during labor, especially at the sight of his baby coming out of you. he just nervously laughs it off, holding your hand and encouraging you to push. the relief on your face once you let out that final push and hear your baby cry, ends his misery and wait. “you did it baby! i’m so proud of you…”

when he finally holds his baby, he cries. especially when the baby wraps his hand around christians pinky. feeling the bundle of joy in his arms is the most happiest day of his life, right after meeting you of course. all you can do is tiredly watch as your boys hold each other. “he’s so tiny” he coos, “he has your brows and lips…”

when coming home he helps you inside the house, going back and forth to gets the bags, and baby carrier. he heats up some pads and some water for you to make some coffee or tea. he puts your feet up to reduce the swelling and kisses your head while holding you. the baby sound asleep in your arms after feeding him.

with one hand he opens the nursery door, the baby occupying the other one as christian hold him secured. you follow behind him, wrapping a hand around his tattoed bicep. he looks around proudly at the monsters inc decorated themed room, before whispering, “welcome home theo… daddy and mommy love you so much…”

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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“You’re relinquishing grocery store control?” Eddie asks, surprised.

“We have to prioritize time, not perfection, here,” Buck says, dead serious. As if Eddie hadn’t been teasing. Buck does take his shopping trips seriously. Brands, prices, deals, etcetera. 

“Ah,” Eddie says. “You want a gopher.”

“No, Eddie. I need a gopher.”

Eddie chuckles. “Alright. I’ll follow your instructions to the letter.”

And he does. It ends up being sort of fun. Eddie treats Buck and his shopping list like an inventory check at work. Jokes and complains, but does everything right so Buck doesn’t stress. At one point, he’s fretting over the difference between two interchangeable ingredients a bit too much, and Eddie just… Well, he kisses him about it. To shut him up, and hopefully to distract him. 

Eddie probably wouldn’t do this in the present - his present - day. But here? Here, Eddie has presumably been out and comfortable with himself for years. Here Eddie is married to Buck, and part of that means getting to have silly little things like grocery store kisses. So he doesn’t have to feel self-conscious. He doesn’t have to feel weird about it. 

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Not exactly ideal. 

It’s not that Buck doesn’t want to talk to Eddie. He does. Like, if he had to choose one person in the world to spend his time talking to ad nauseam, it would be Eddie. Eddie, who never gets tired of Buck talking. Eddie, who understands Buck in a way most people don’t. Who knows what Buck needs to hear. Eddie, whose dry, witty humor has easily become Buck’s favorite thing to laugh to in the world. Of course he wants to talk to Eddie.

He just doesn’t doesn’t know how anymore. 

It’s sad to say that. Pathetic even. He doesn’t know how to talk to his best friend. His favorite person. It’s so stilted and awkward. Every time they talk, they’re just informing the other of what they’re missing. Catching up. Progress updates. How many times can Buck pretend not to be devastated? How many times can Eddie weakly reassure him that things are looking up with Chris? There’s always something off about his voice. Like he’s not being truthful. They see through each other, but they’re both telling white lies anyway. 

There aren’t plans to see each other. Not yet. No word on if Eddie plans to stay in El Paso or eventually return. Which, come on. No news isn’t always good news. He’s just avoiding telling Buck this is it. And, eventually, Eddie will let their friendship slip away. Buck knows that. Buck can feel it. He has never been anyone’s priority. Why should that change, just because Buck got comfortable with his spot in Eddie’s life? Deep down, didn’t he always suspect it wasn’t permanent?

The texts that arrive from Eddie make Buck’s stomach sort of hurt.

You’re in Hershey? And I learn from Bobby? Why didn’t you tell me? How’s it going??

[greenteabelle]

a missing scene from the misaeng valentines au , if you will , released to the public as requested by @poetryincamelot !!

When Geurae hears the familiar rush of footsteps coming from behind, he's tempted to start running. 

But alas, he's never been able to escape from Han Seokyool's clinginess before. 

"My darling Geurae." Seokyool croons as he naturally wraps an arm around Geurae's shoulders to pull him closer. The latter stumbles slightly from the action, though he does nothing more than shoot a glare at the perpetrator. The sight only seems to amuse him further, however, as they come to a stop in front of the lifts. "Did you sleep well?" 

"Yes, I did." Geurae answers drily, pressing the lift button with some difficulty because of how clingy the bastard is. He tries to pry the Seokyool off his shoulder, missing his days of having personal space, only for the offending hand to slide down to his waist instead. Barely containing a flinch when the man lightly pinches him there, Geurae decides to accept his fate. It won't prevent him from squirming every so often though. "You're here early; Do you have a lot of work to do?" 

The lift arrives with a melodic ding and they walk in, briefly detached from each other. As Geurae habitually presses the 15th and 16th button, Seokyool practically wraps himself around him from behind, chin tucked squarely in the crook of Geurae's neck. 

"What a woeful day it is, to be coming in early for work on such a special day!" Seokyool bemoans. 

"Is today a special day?" 

"...Jang Geurae, it's Valentine's Day. Why else would you be fully booked with meetings today?"

"Thanks for the reminder, but why and how do you even know my schedule?" 

"I asked here and there." Seokyool vaguely answers, with no attempt to explain how he managed to overhear the information through sheer determination. He instead digs through his briefcase to pull out something. "Anyway, it's because I wanted to give you this." 

Geurae looks down, only to be surprised by an intricately embroidered pouch. He accepts the gift, carefully studying it with slight awe as he brushes his fingers over the silky fabric and impressive recreation of a bowl full of black and white Go stones. 

"It's beautiful." 

Geurae can feel the pride radiating off of the man's chest after he says that. He pulls open the drawstrings of the pouch to find an assortment of Hershey's kisses. Geurae almost snorts.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I do. I didn't know you knew embroidery."

"It's a hobby I picked up from my grandma. Since you liked it, I'm glad."

"But… it's too much. I don't have anything to give you." 

Surprisingly, Seokyool lets go of Geurae and steps into his field of view with a mischievous expression. He clears his throat, leaning in as he taps his cheek pointedly without a word. When he sees Geurae scrunch his nose in disgust, Seokyool almost laughs off the matter and is about to step away-

-When Geurae's expression morphs into one of consideration. 

Before Seokyool can do anything, Geurae speaks up. 

"I suppose it will have to do."

And he tilts his head upwards and brushes his lips gently against Seokyool's cheek. 

The action must have only lasted mere seconds, yet Seokyool feels as though an eternity has gone by. He barely stops himself from reaching out to touch the man's lips, just to make sure that they were truly as soft as it felt on his skin, instead cupping his cheek with a hand. As if it would retain the sliver of warmth that still remained. 

The lift dings.

"I'll see you later, Han Seokyool." Geurae murmurs with suspiciously pink ears, before stepping out of the lift. He gives a small wave as Seokyool slowly turns to face him, like he still can't quite process what has happened, until the doors close. "Happy Valentine's Day." 

Inside the lift, Seokyool's face burns, though his smile is giddy.

[nightlight-writes]

Kisses (Luca Kaneshiro x Reader)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Happy Valentines Day!

Disclaimer: All characters and events depicted are intended to be purely fictional.

7:00 P.M. That was the time written on the message. You had just now realized that you had arrived around 30 minutes early. That was enough time to contemplate just what you would give your… friend? today. People always called the two of you cute. Your friend had always denied such things, but you had to admit, his reactions to being told such were cute in their own way. The earnest look in his eyes, the way he seemed so oblivious to his cuteness… and to your true feelings, they were immaculate.

While sitting on the bench, you reached into your bag. It contained all of your belongings, none of which were suitable as gifts. Even after searching through your pockets, you still hadn’t found them a gift. So you just sat there, mindlessly scrolling on your phone until your friend arrived.

Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. After 15 minutes, a black limousine had arrived. Your friend alighted from the vehicle and closed the door behind him. Miraculously, his white pinstripe suit had remained almost pristine and unblemished. As soon as the car left, he immediately sprinted towards you with a huge smile.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“It’s going good so far. What about you, Luca?”

You noticed that Luca seemed to be hiding something. Today was Valentines, so you wondered what it would be. Was it chocolate? Flowers? A card? A blush appeared on his cheeks as he averted his eyes, which only drew attention to whatever he was hiding behind him.

“I… Can I give you a kiss?”

Immediately, the mafia boss started to sweat.

“Sure, go ahead.”

The warm lights of countless street lamps cast a shine on Luca’s puckered lips. Slowly, he worked up the courage to lean closer into your face. Your heart thumped fast, but his breaths went by even faster. However, with a significant gap still between your lips, he backed off, held up the bag of Hersheys to your face and laughed.

“See? I got you some Kisses for Valentines day! You should give them to someone you like, like-”

After taking the bag from his hands, you stood on your toes. Being careful not to trip and fall onto the pavement, you wrapped your arms around his waist to steady yourself and gave him a kiss. Luca’s pupils grew as large as the full moon and his eyes had gone wide from shock. His entire face became pink and oily as sweat drops accumulated on his face. The blond wiped the sweat from his face with his hands, covering his face soon after.

“You really like me?! Really?”

After taking a few deep breaths, Luca revealed his face, sporting a sheepish smile and sparkling lavender eyes.

“I’ve never really had a partner… Will you give me some chocolate? Please?”

You nodded and sat down on the bench with him, opening the bag of Hersheys. Underneath the moonlight, the two of you fed each other chocolate, enjoying the little noises you would make. Quickly, you both finished the entire bag.

“Thanks for the chocolate! I loved spending time with you tonight.”

Luca’s jovial attitude was back and as strong as ever, showing no signs of his flustered disposition some minutes prior. Before going to find his car, he turned around and gave you one last gift.

“Oh! I forgot to give you this! Mwah~!”

[kickinganddriving]

Heather

Notes: Crying so hard. but this was also so fun to write! this was also the first thing I wrote for my 200 follower celebration! so go check it out on my pinned masterlist.

paring: Boyfriend Charles x reader, Best Friend Christian x reader.

warnings: sadness, cheating, swearing

word count: 2.5k 

song suggestion: Heather by Conan Gray

You had been best friends with Christian since childhood, growing up in Hershey, Pennsylvania. It was a small town where you both couldn’t really do much, but that's how you both liked it. Once he moved away and made it big in Europe, it was time for you to pursue your life aspirations and dreams, and that also took you to Europe. Working for Scuderia Ferrari in the social media department, when you told Christian he was ecstatic that he was closer to you than before. Wherever one of you had a break for a few days, you already knew the other was on a flight to spend even a weekend together. Even though it was not a lot of time, you both simply enjoyed each other's company.

But when you started working for Scuderia, you were assigned to Charles Leclerc’s team, and you caught his eye. Spending nearly every day around him, you both grew closer together, eventually dating. A big part of being an F1 Driver, or being the partner of one, is the events and trips. Traveling to so many lavish places, not just for the job, but also on personal trips, Charles had taken you to places you had never heard of. It was all fun and enjoyable, but you just missed the downtime, and the grounded feeling you had back home, or that your piece of home, Christian provided. 

You were having dinner in Monaco with Charles, when Christian texted you, telling you that he was going to be in town for the Monaco Grand Prix, and that you both could hopefully get dinner together.

“What are you looking at mon chéri?” The monegasque asked as you checked a notification on your phone.

“Christian is coming here for the Grand Prix in a few days!”

“Oh how wonderful.” Charles answers while wiping the corner of his mouth with the white napkin, trying to put on a sincere smile, even though he is not the happiest. Christian and Charles did not get off to the best start, Christian was bitter the entire time about how lavishly Charles lives his life, and Charles didn’t love Christian being so critical of the way he lived, and also was raised. 

“I know you both are not the best of friends, but promise me you will try to get along?” You propose to drive.

“Anything for you ma petite amie '' Charles responded as he pulled your hands in to kiss your knuckles. 

“Thank you.” you say flashing a genuine smile with hope that the two men most important to you could finally get along. 

It had been a few days of non stop work leading up to the Prix, since this was technically Charles’ home race, there had been a lot of press and social media attention on him, making your job even harder. It was also Monaco, hands down the biggest and most popular race, so there was already added stress. But driving to Nice Côte d'Azur Airport, which was quite a long drive due to it being in France, you felt all tension slowly slip away. Christian and yourself made a plan that after the race, you both would just hang out for a few days and breathe, due to both of your jobs being a clusterfuck of work and stress. If you were being fully honest, also living the socialite life with Charles really made downtime harder for you to attain, seeing that you are actively on the clock for work longer than he is. 

 All you pulled into the pick up lane at the airport, your eyes saw a familiar brunette. Quite literally running out of the car the minute you parked it, you ran into his arms, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Thank Jesus you are here.” You say muffled into his shoulder.

“I’m happy to be here.” Christian replies.

“How was your flight?” you ask to look up at him, as you pull away from his arms.

“It was a flight, how are you gorgeous?” he said, smiling at the use of the nickname he coined for you.

“Exhausted, work is a mess”

“Well let’s try to get you relaxed after the race.”

“That seems nice” you respond as you both load up the car and drive away.

Charles had organized a dinner for the 3 of you, but what he did not tell you is that he invited one of his friends, a bikini model, to dinner with the both of you. The plan was to meet Charles at the restaurant once you get Christian settled down in his room, and it was surprising to see Charles already sharing drinks with a brunette woman. 

“Ma belle petite amie! You are here!” The monegasque happily exclaims, as he stands up to greet you with a sweet kiss.

“Yes I am, who may this be?” You say pulling away from this kiss.

“This is Eliza, she was in town for a shoot, and since you were bringing a friend I thought I should bring one too.” He responded.

“Bonjour, i’m Eliza” you hear the model say as you turn your attention towards her. 

“Hello, i’m y/n and this is Christian, my friend.” You announce with a slight bitter tone.

 “Hello.” You hear Christian say matching your attitude.

One could say dinner was just a passive aggressive bitch fight between all four of you, Eliza was all over Christian which made you fairly mad for some reason. Charles was oblivious to your apparent anger, and Christian was just there dealing with all of it. So when the clock struck 10 p.m you were grateful that it was late enough for you to make an excuse to go home. The car ride back was even more awkward than dinner, with Charles and Christian making petty small talk, and you were still mildly heated about the entire dinner situation.

Once you got back to the apartment, you were honestly not sleepy but Charles was, so he made his way off the bed, and left himself and Christian in the theater to watch a movie. You let Christian pick the movie and naturally he chose Step Brothers, it was a classic. You both sat very close to the other, sharing a blanket, and during the movie you found a place on his chest. A position that you both sat in many times in your teenage years.

 After a point in time you noticed that Christian had stopped paying attention to the movie and started to look down and stare at you, so you leaned over his body to grab the remote and turn off the screen. 

“Why’d you do that? The football player asked.

“You were not even paying attention.”

“Yes I was.”

“No you weren’t, you were looking at me”  you say slowly lifting yourself from his body to sit up next to him. 

“You noticed.” You saw a shade of pink overtake his cheeks.

“I always notice, but why were you staring”

“It’s been a while since we have been able to spend time like this and I miss you.”

“I miss you too, this has been nice. Work is just so much, and I love Charles but he can be so clueless sometimes.” 

“You love him, wow” Christian exasperatedly exclaims.

“I know right, sometimes it doesn’t seem real, like he is such a nice person and all but he hides it all under this “‘Rich Fuckboy persona’” it gets confusing sometimes”

“Yeah” Christian responds, still trying to process the fact that you said that you loved Charles. He knew that you probably did love him seeing that you and Charles lived together, but hearing it come from your lips made it hurt. He has been in love with you since you were 13, but he also loved you as a friend, and he always rather have you as a friend than not at all. 

“I honestly don’t know at this point though, I feel like he doesn't fully understand me? Ya know like you do. It’s like all he wants to do is go here, and then go to this gala, and stay at a 5 star resort, and this and that. And I am kind of tired of it, like it’s all fun and stuff but I need a break. Like a few days on the couch, just hanging out, like that one time when I was in college and you visited me and made sure to take a break and we stayed at home for an entire weekend.”

“Just do whatever your heart wants you to do, that’s the one thing that we are always sure of. And if you ever need to make a quick exit and quit your job at Ferrari, there is always a spot at Chelsea waiting for you.” Christian assured you, hoping that your heart would take you to him. 

“I don’t really know what my heart wants, I just feel like I let the world make decisions for me and I just live them through” 

“Hey, look at me.” Christian softly says gently grabbing your shoulders to position yourself to face him. “You have always been self reliant and your own person, I don’t know when that changed, but I know the girl that forced me out of the kitchen to bake her own birthday cake because I was fucking up is still somewhere in there” As he speaks his hands move up to your cheeks, talking to you with passion and heart.  

“Where would I be without you dumbass?” You say with a small laugh.

“I have no clue.” You both just sat there in pure silence for a few seconds before you bodies move in almost perfect synchrony as you both lean in to press a soft kiss on the others lips. No tongue, no sexual tension, just a sweet and innocent kiss. But it was not really all that innocent. It took you a few seconds to realize who you were kissing and realize you had a boyfriend. Quickly pulling away, the both of you sat there in awkward silence before you peeped out that you were going to go to bed. 

But then the guilt set in, you have a boyfriend, you were going to sleep in the same bed as your boyfriend right after kissing another man. You had no clue if Charles had ever done shit like this, which made the guilt even worse. Silently slipping into bed, you felt Charles' body adjusting so you put your head on his chest. Placing your head on his chest you were overwhelmed with guilt, you had real feelings for him, but you had no idea how real those feelings were.  If almost it was on que, a single crystal teardrop fell from your eyes, onto Charles bare chest, rolling down his abs. He was fast asleep and all you could mutter was a simple “I’m sorry” before you drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning felt different from the others, almost like you were out of place. Your eyes opened to a warm light of the sun, gently gleaming down on your face. Your eyes turned to the side table where your wonderful monegasque man left you a kind note and a flower, the note read that he was going on a run, that he would be back soon, and that he loved you. You couldn’t help but smile, you truly didn’t deserve him. Grabbing your phone from the side table, your wonderful morning was ruined by a text from Christian saying that he was going on a run with Charles.  All you felt was panic for around 5 minutes until you heard footsteps leading up to your door, and it opened to reveal a sweaty Charles. 

“Good morning mon amie, let me take a shower and I will be with you right after.” He says with his thick french accent, as he places a kiss on your forehead, and walks into the bathroom that was conjoined with your bedroom.

“Ok.” was all you could reply with, the feeling of guilt passing through you like a ghost haunting a house.  You felt paralyzed to the bed, like if you moved before Charles came back, you might pass out on the floor. You heard a quiet knock on the door, almost like someone's hand was ghosting over the wooden door. 

“Come in.” You whimper out. When the door opened it revealed a very sweaty Christian.

“I know what you're thinking and he knows, you battered out of me on the run, he thought there was something between us and I couldn’t lie” He says, as you place your head in your hands.. With a few teardrops falling from your eyes, you had made your decision between the two men you loved. You didn’t know if you would ever be able to admit it out loud, but you had made your decision.

“Alright” you respond with a heavy breath. “I think he’s coming out of the shower, you should probably go.” 

“Ok, i’ll see you later.” 

“Yep.” Just as you respond Christian exits for Charles to walk in around a minute later. With a towel wrapped around his waist, dropping low on his hips, and his dark hair wet. Without any words, he smiles at you and goes to put on a pair of boxers, and joggers on. Silently walking over to your side of the bed, and sitting on the corner to face opposite of you, as you adjust to move closer to him. 

“Mon amour, I love you so much so if there is something you want to tell me, please tell me now so the pain will be easier” He said with his big green eyes staring into your eyes, lightly grasping one of your hands. 

“Charles.” Now there are tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much, but I kissed Christian last night, and it honestly meant nothing! I was just confused, I missed up, and I was a bit upset with you, and I promise it meant nothing! But If you wanted to break up with me I would fully get it, but I do love you, so, soo much.” You plead to the man before you.

 “Thank you for telling me, you made a mistake, it happens to everyone. I love you Amour, I could never dare living without you. I also know how much he means to you, so keep on being his friend, just don’t kiss him anymore.” He says with a slight chuckle at the end.

“Thank you my love.” You respond as you lean over to give Charles a deep and meaningful kiss. You weren’t aware of it but as Christian passed through the hallway, he looked through the opened door and saw you kiss Charles. He didn’t know if he could do this anymore.

It just hurt too much.

[edgessunflower]

You were vibrating with rage as you see the regime and Vince in the ring with a death grip on the chair you sit in. Your hands turn white and your face turns a burgundy red with how angry you were until it all snapped as you grabbed a chair and walked to the ring with an equally pissed Stone cold and a worried Chyna behind you while you ran after Tori and hit quite a few people before throwing the chair to austin, you began a vicious attack on Steph that ended with you slamming her on the steps before you walk backstage and lay on the couch with Edge and Test while christian had his match with Al Snow, your heart stops when test places ice on your back before they help with the small cut on your arm and a few scrapes on your body. "I know you're pissed at them but can you hold some of it back?" you raise your head up with a scowl before your face softens looking up at test as he wraps you in his jacket, "You didn't deserve to be treated like shit" the three of you intertwine your hands together knowing you were right before they pull their hands away as edge wrapped you in a blanket before seeing Undertaker who chuckles as he walks in and pats the top of your head only to hand you a baggie of Hershey kisses and a can of soda out of his pockets that made you smile like a little kid before he walks out. Laughter bubbles out of you at the boys confused faces while indulging in the sweets then went to Trish's locker room with a thought on your mind that you knew would put a target on your back and the boys, "Trish I need help" after getting advice from trish during the boys matches and eating, you decide to talk to the boys about your idea after a sip of wine before slowly explaining to them about revealing the relationship between the three of you which they're are a bit hesitant on before agreeing and trying to figure out how to do so but without knowing lita and trish had heard your conversation in the closet. They wait for the opportune time for their idea to help the three of you, but you knew no matter how it was revealed that there was always going to be someone that would try to ruin the bond that had formed between you and these two wonderful kind hearted men that you were grateful for having within this short time and everything that had happened only pulled the three of you closer together ever since you met them, but the wonderful thing about it all was that none of you ever expected it at all and none of you wouldn't have changed anything at all, even the bad things.

[avastrasposts]

The British Connection - ch. 11

Summary: Grace Mallory makes a reluctant Billy Butcher and The Boys team up with an MI6 operative sent over from London to track down a dangerous supe killing people on both sides of the pond. Billy is being his usual arsehole self but maybe opposites attract?

It's 14 chapters and complete and 'll be posting a new chapter every day

Warnings: canon typical violence, smut, fluff, Butcher being his usual grumpy and unreasonable self, nasty supes, guns etc.

Eve took the stairs up to her flat, feeling herself smile like a fool from the short ride over with Butcher. The touch of his thumb across her lip had left a warm feeling that seemed to linger even now and she knew she was getting into dangerous territory by letting him continue to flirt. But she couldn’t seem to stop, the way his dimples came out when he gave her a genuine smile made her want to kiss them.

“I’ve got to stay focused, there’s too much at stake here.” She shook her head as she got to her door and unlocked it. There’s too many emotions in your head already, Eve, you don’t need the distraction of Billy in there too. She sighed and locked the door behind her, pulling off her boots and suddenly remembering she had no coat. Fuck. Eve pulled on her boots again and left the flat, realising she would need to buy a new one before tonight. 

The short January evening was already dark when Butcher rang Eve and told her he’d be there to pick her up in twenty minutes. After buying a new winter coat she’d written up her report for Vauxhall and had a nap, preparing for a long surveillance session. When Butcher rang she’d just stepped out of the shower and was getting ready for the night. 

She stepped out onto the street, Butcher’s car already parked in front, waiting for her. 

“ ‘ello, gorgeous,” he greeted her with a grin as she got into the car. 

“Hello, Butcher,” she sighed back at him but she couldn’t help smiling too and he saw it, grinning wider. 

“I brought snacks for the night,” she said and held up a bag from the bodega on the corner. 

“Lemme guess, more bananas?” Butcher replied as he pulled out into traffic. 

“Yes, but I also got all the weird American sweets I used to see on the telly as a kid. And some crisps and soft drinks,” Eve rummaged through the bag, holding up various items, “They’ve got some seriously odd sweets in this country, I mean, cinnamon chewing gum?”

“Their chocolate is absolute rubbish too,” Butcher grabbed the Hershey’s bar Eve was holding up, “This stuff is inedible, give me proper Cadbury’s anyday over this shite.”

“And what’s the deal with this KitKat?” she held up a red and white chocolate bar, “It doesn’t even look like a proper KitKat, have you tried it?”

“Ye, it’s alright but it doesn't taste the same.” 

“I figured if it’s a quiet night we can always have a taste testing evening,” Eve packed up the snack bag and put it between her legs and looked out at the neighbourhood, the scenery changing as Butcher drove the car up onto FDR and headed north towards the Bronx. 

“Any news from MM during the day?” Eve asked.

“No, and no sign of the supe. MM and Frenchie went in the back way, using the high vis vest and ladder tactic,” he grinned at her before looking back at the road. “Managed to install cameras in the supes bedroom under the guise of being Health and Safety inspectors checking the smoke detectors. And Hughie got us into the hotel’s security system so we have access to the cameras they already had installed in the lift and the hallway.” 

“That’s good, as long as McKay returns to the hotel we’ll have full surveillance on him.” 

“Ye, Frenchie went in and got confirmation of him still staying there from the guy at the front desk. Spun him some story about making a delivery. The guy probably thinks it’s drug related but at this place that doesn’t matter.” 

It took them about half an hour to reach The View Point Hotel, a run down looking place on a rough looking street. Butcher’s beat up car didn’t look out of place at all and Eve realised this was probably part of why he drove it. He pulled up a few cars behind a nondescript beige van parked half a block down from the hotel and they got out. The street was empty apart from a few young men hanging out down by the liquor store on the corner. They all turned and looked over at Butcher and Eve and Eve was suddenly very thankful, not only for the gun under her left arm, but also for Butcher’s presence. 

Butcher and Eve scanned the street as they walked over to the van, Eve casting her eyes over the windows in the apartment buildings on both sides of the street. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but being close to the supe’s last known location was making her edgy. The way he had taken control over her last night was still fresh in her memory, she’d had no warning, just a chunk of time missing. She was determined to not let the supe get the drop on her like that again. 

Butcher lightly tapped his knuckles on the van and after a few seconds MM opened up. 

“Hey, man, right on time,” he said as he moved back to let Butcher and Eve in. Behind him Hughie was sitting on one of the chairs by the monitors that showed the inside of the hotel. 

“Anythin’ to report?” Butcher asked. 

“Na, it’s been quiet all day, McKey isn’t back yet and no one has been in the room.”

Hughie shifted in his seat and stretched, “We did find out that the day shift manager likes to make out with one of the cleaning ladies in the elevator though.” 

“Find out if he’s married, might be a nice piece of information to squeeze him with if we need to,” Butcher said and sat down on the seat as Hughie stood up. 

“I don’t think the dude gives a fuck if anyone knows, but I’ll find out,” MM said as he got his things together, “Frenchie and Kimiko on the next shift right?” 

“Ye, told ‘em to be here at eight. We’ll get some sleep tomorrow morning and meet you at the office around lunch tomorrow if nothing else happens.” 

MM and Hughie left the van and Butcher shut the door, locking it behind them. Eve had settled down on the second chair and was studying the monitors. The hotel was quiet and no people could be seen moving through the hallway outside the supe’s room. 

“ ‘Ere,” Butcher pulled a paper bag from the duffel bag he brought, “Got us some better dinner than fuckin’ Hershey’s and KitKat.” He unwrapped a couple of Shake Shack burgers and handed one to Eve together with a box of chips. 

“Thanks, looks good. I didn’t even think about proper food to be honest.” 

They ate in silence for a few minutes, watching the monitors. 

“So, how do we do this?” Eve asked, swallowing down the last of her burger, “How do we take this guy down if he comes back here?” She grabbed a couple of chips and waved them at the monitor, “We’re going to need to get to him when he’s either sleeping or otherwise incapacitated.”

“Sneakin’ up on a sleeping supe does not sound ideal but it may be our only way,” Butcher replied, his brow furrowed as he looked over at Eve, considering her question. 

“I don’t have much experience with supes but are they susceptible to drugs at all? Can they be sedated or knocked out?” Eve asked. 

“Ye, most of them will be knocked out if you give them enough. The strongest ones are tougher but most will go down provided they’re hit with a strong enough dose,” Butcher wiped his beard with a napkin and tossed the crumpled burger wrapper in the bag. 

“Do you think we could get access to something strong enough for this guy?” 

“Ye, that won’t be a problem, the problem is how do we get it into him? Both you and I have been made by him, can’t exactly walk up to him and give him an injection. And I won’t let anyone else do it in case it doesn’t work, he’ll take control of that person the second he feels threatened,” He scratched his beard and turned back to the monitor, “But I like the idea of drugging him. Question is, how?” 

They sat silence for a while, working through the problem while they finished their meal. 

“The way I see it, we can get it into him in three ways,” Eve finally said, “injection, gas or food, right?”

“Ye, sounds about right,” Butcher said. “But gas won’t work, we need to get close in a fairly closed off space and by the time the canister is on the ground he’ll have taken control of one of us.” 

“That’s what I was thinking too,” Eve nodded. “And food is difficult, we’ll need to get access to his food or drink. Maybe we could intercept a delivery guy if he orders in but that’s going to take perfect timing, if he even orders food.”

“So injection then?” Butcher asked and looked over at Eve again as she raked her fingers through her hair as if she was trying to force her brain to come up with a solution. 

Suddenly she looked over at Butcher, “What about a tranquiliser gun? Could you get hold of one of those? There’s a few modified sniper rifles that can shoot tranq shots from a pretty good distance.” 

Butcher rubbed his beard as he thought through her suggestion, “Ye, that might work. We’ll get only one shot, if we miss we’ll spook him. But if we miss we’ll be out of sight and he won’t know who shot him.” 

“And if it works he’ll be down for the count long enough for us to get him under control, blindfold and cover his hands.” 

“We might even be able to shoot him through the hotel window, it’s facing the street,” Butcher pointed at the monitor showing the inside of McKay’s room. “I’ll ring Frenchie and get the gear together. Mallory might help us with some of it but Frenchie is our weapons expert.” 

“Alright, so we have an inkling of a plan at least, now let’s just hope he shows up,” Eve said and leaned back in her chair, putting her boots up on the ledge. 

Butcher made the call to Frenchie and settled in on the chair next to Eve, both of them keeping an eye on the monitors as they went through the snacks Eve had bought. Most got tossed back in the bag after a couple of bites but Butcher polished off the KitKat after giving a piece to Eve.  

As Butcher crumpled up the wrapper and tossed it in the bag he glanced over at Eve. 

“You know, I knew something was off with you when you showed us the CCTV footage of the two first killings, on the first day,” Butcher said, “That’s why I did the digging on ya and forced Mallory to give me your file.” 

“What do you mean?” Eve asked. 

“Someone like you, or me, we don’t look away just because someone gets killed. And when the first guy got his head bashed in you didn’t even flinch, and that video was in colour an’ all. But the second video, of your niece and your dad, you had your eyes on your boots when she did it. I was watching you. I knew there was something you weren’t telling me then. And then you did the same thing when you and I watched the footage again the other night too.”

“I keep trying not to think about it, just treat it as a job, Butcher. But seeing it…” Eve trailed off, looking at the monitors showing the dark interior of the hotel room. He looked at her but didn't say anything, her face was struggling to repress the memory. 

“Ye, I know what you mean,” Butcher said eventually in a low voice. He adjusted one of the dials and the screen flickered and went steady again. Eve glanced over at him and saw the change in his face. The usually hard line of his mouth, the furrowed brow, has shifted into something akin to pain. He wasn’t seeing the screen in front of him anymore and he dropped his hand from the dial.

“Who?” she asked quietly. 

“My wife. About a year ago.” Butcher said after a moment's silence, looking up towards the ceiling of the van, blinking his eyes. “It’s a long story but it was a supe. She got in the way and it killed her. I was there and I could do fuck all to save her.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Ye, well, like MM said, we all have skin in the game,” Butcher shrugged his shoulders as if he’s trying to shake the memory. 

Eve looked over at him and then back at the monitors, “I think it’s hard to do what we do if there’s not a personal stake, this life, the sacrifices. Lying to those we love, hiding what we do,” Eve sighed, “I can barely remember the last time I had a normal relationship with anyone, not even my family.” She looked over at Butcher again, “At least you managed to find someone, be grateful for that and the time you had with her. Even if the rest of it is only pain”

Butcher rubbed his face with his hand and sighed, “She would’ve had a better life if she hadn’t met me.” 

“You don’t know that, Butcher,” Eve said softly. Butcher didn't reply and they sat in silence for a while. 

“I had someone too,” Eve said finally, almost in a whisper. “He’s not in my file because MI6 didn’t know about him,” Her hand went to the necklace under her jumper, “I got him killed.” 

“Who?” Butcher asked, he’s looking over at her now. 

“Jack,” Eve smiled weakly as she said his name, “He was in my unit and we broke regulations by getting involved. But it was like we couldn’t stop it. He was like a drug to me, I couldn’t get enough of him,” Eve’s hand absentmindedly toyed with her necklace and Butcher realised it was a set of dog tags. “When we were on leave we’d go back to his flat in London and he’d make me breakfast in bed. He’d make the most god awful beans on toast and I didn’t have the heart to tell him. Who can’t even make beans on toast?” she smiled at Butcher. “I was just happy to have someone who knew who I was and who wanted to be with me.” Eve fell silent and Butcher could see her mind going back to her time with Jack. 

“You remind me of him, Billy,” she said at last and Butcher noticed that she used his first name. “Same background, same giant chip on your shoulders about where you come from, same hard casing.” 

“I don’t have a fucking chip on my shoulder,” Butcher protested.

“So you’re just fine working with someone with my background? Come off it, Billy. I knew it would be an issue from the second you heard my accent when Mallory introduced us.”

Butcher grumbled, he couldn’t really deny it. 

“Ye, well I’ve had enough right cunts with your accents as my CO’s over the years. You lot don’t half know how to insult an entire regiment of East End boys.” 

“Yeah, I know the type, they’re not too diplomatic when it comes to women in the service either,” Eve said, shaking her head. 

“Are they his?” Billy asked, nodding at the necklace that Eve was still holding. 

Eve looked down at the dog tags she was toying with, “Yes, Cochran gave them to me after...afterwards.” 

“How did he die? Jack, I mean,” Butcher asked after a few minutes of silence in the van. 

“He was the one who got killed when we took out the paras that had my brother and mother,” Eve pulled her eyebrows together and Butcher saw the tears welling up in her eyes at the memory. 

“He was there because of me. He was only there because I asked him and he said yes because he loved me,” Eve drew a deep shaky breath, “So you see Butcher, you and I are more alike than you think. People we love die in front of us and there’s fuck all we can do.”

Butcher sighed deeply and looked at his boots, he could hear Eve trying to control her breath in little gasps. Finally he scooted his chair over so that he was next to hers. Putting his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her close. 

“You’re alright, luv,” he said, letting her head rest on his shoulder, “you’re alright.” 

Chapter 12

[vibrantpuppeteer]

We don't really keep pets that aren't virtual pets, but We grew up with pets. There were three that We just kept giving new nicknames to, though. Most of the nicknames were related in some way to either their actual name or another nickname of theirs, though, so We will be including those.

Official name - Baron

Breed - Pomeranian

Named because of the dog from the Tomba! games.

Nicknames - B, Bubbins, Beebins, Beebinhorse, Beegués, Beegués Yee, Beehorse, Baron Beebinhorse von Duduhorse du Peppington de Wellington.

Official name - Speck

Breed - Mixed

Named because she was all brown but just the tip of her tail was white.

Nicknames - Specky, Checkers, Peaches, Spee, Speekers, Speekas, Spee-Zone.

Official name - Apache

Breed - Unknown. Neighbors thought he was a toy rat terrier. Looked in a book of dogs, and he looked nothing like the breed. Our guess is he is a mix of miniature pinscher (due to the body shape) and Chihuahua (due to the coloration, high energy, and aggression), which mother thought was nonsense.

Nicknames - Patchy/Patch (given by the neighbors before they gave him to us), the rebel without a sweater (given by mother before he was ours because he refused to stay in the sweaters the neighbors dressed him in. The rest of the nicknames are given by us.), Smeech, Smeechball (which is also what We call the foil from a Hershey kiss that has been rolled into a tiny ball), Botchy, Franky, Franky lookin' all swanky in a blanket (given during his final days when he didn't move from his favorite soft pink blanket. Sad times.)

Sorry if this doesn't help, but We can't just not list their official names. It feels wrong to us to not list their names.

hang on I’m trying to see something

don’t tell me the name of your pet, just tell me in the tags the name you call them that’s got nothing to do with their actual name

[floralsturniolo]

𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 - 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 ᯓ★

summary: after trying his best to sneak into bed after filming a video, matt can't help but stop and admire how peaceful you look and accidentally wakes you up.

pairing: bf!matt x fem!reader

contains: fluff & just overall cuteness

warnings: none!

a/n: hiya guysss! this is my first ever fic i've wrote so i'm sorry if it's not great! i did spend like hours proof reading it and editing it as much as i could and this is the final product! any tips would be greatly appreciated💐🫶🏻

word count: 690;))

“shh chris!” matt hissed, as he exited the garage and slowly tiptoed up the stairs, insanely weary of making too much sound. chris followed closely behind, almost stomping up the stairs and talking insanely loudly considering it was literally 2am. the triplets had just got back from filming their new friday video and chris was in his usual hyperactive mood, unable to stay silent as he moved through the deadly quiet house. nick just rolled his eyes at the stupid bickering as he trailed behind the both of them, trying his best to shut them both up.

“be quiet-! you’re gonna wake her up.” matt whispered harshly, trying to hush chris again, already knowing that you were asleep in his room just down the hallway. chris mumbled some sort of apology before reaching into the fridge grabbing another can of pepsi. “you should be.” matt replied, rolling his eyes, getting defensive over his sleeping girl. they all decided to sit in the living room for a little while just to wind down, talking about the new video they filmed before matt began to yawn almost uncontrollably , bidding goodnight to his brothers before walking down the hallway to his room.

matt opened his door as quietly and as stealthily as he could, peeking his head through the gap trying to observe you as closely as possible so he could enter the room without waking you. after he opened the door more, allowing himself to tiptoe in, trying his very best to not wake you up as the light of the hallway seeped in and fell upon your sleepy face. matt smiled as he saw you half wrapped in his duvet wearing his pink hershey’s kiss t-shirt, with your face resting on your hand, and stray strands of hair falling in front of your closed eyes.

he froze as he stood in the doorway, just admiring how angelic and peaceful you looked forgetting the door was almost wide open. you let out a quiet groan as the brightness of the light remained on your face, bringing you out of your slumber. matt slightly winced, cursing himself out as he quickly closed the door letting the room fall back into almost complete darkness and crept over to you, whispering some quick apologies. the light under the doorway disappeared after a second as nick turnt all the lights off before heading up to his room, now leaving the room in the pitch black.

“i’m so so so sorry for waking you sweetheart.. just go back to sleep- ‘m here now-” matt whispered apologetically as he took his plain white t-shirt off, leaving him in his grey sweatpants before climbing into bed next to you. you smiled tiredly accepting his apology as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, engulfing your exhausted body into a secure cuddle before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too.” you whispered softly shuffling closer to him, lifting your leg to rest upon his waist before nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. the familiar yet faint scent of his cologne wafted through your system and the comforting warmth of his body finally laying next to you made you yawn. 

matt smiled to himself as he felt you yawn against his neck before yawning as well, but instead of closing his eyes and going to sleep he began gliding his hand up under the back of his t-shirt that you were wearing. he started to gently scratch up and down your back, the gentle tickle of the scratches makes you hum contently as you doze back off into a deep sleep almost immediately. 

matt lays there scratching your back for another few minutes, focussing on your soft breaths that were escaping through your mouth to ensure you were 100% asleep. once he was fully certain you weren’t going to wake up again, he stopped scratching your back, resting his hand at the small of your back. he placed a final gentle kiss upon the crown of your head before letting his eyes finally close and succumbing to his tiredness.

[saucedxlls]

Some OCs i made cuz A.I could never

btw: this is in my own OC AU a.k.a. i like to suffer creatively, also their in the same AU as my last oc Ome

oc (insert matpat saying lore): tomei: so tomei was originally meant to be a voodoo doll that maddie made because she was getting buliied at school, they actually looked a lot different but didn't want to be a voodoo doll to they changed their appearance, first they had long brunette hair, a blue sun dress and green button eyes, then after learning they are a voodoo doll changed the way they looked to now.

teddison: so i pretty much went "hmmm, what if the thing (horror movie) and happy tree friends combined?" and this thing was born, so it's an alien disguised as a teddy bear, the circles on his cheeks are actually two of it's eyes (yes it has more, 8 to be exact) the star is the mouth kinda like the demogorgon from stranger things but really colourful, but the stripped thingeys coming from his tail are his tongue, and the hand is, well his hand, also he likes buttons, his name was actually gonna be buttons.

benny & darayavaush: they're twins that are pretty much the manifestation of maddie's siblings, maxx (girl btw)& jan, who are twins, also by the "manifestation" i mean maddie's like 6 and tried drawing them w/ two colours, also yes darayavaush has braces, benny's actually blind but ✨Lasik✨

BoB: imagine that one plush you had as a little kid got possessed by some other dead child (man maybe i should stop watching FNAF timeline vids, it's starting to seep into my OCs) that's pretty much what BoB is (and yes the two capital Bs are necessary) BoB is just the soul of a german victorian child the died in a house fire caused my his father's mistress (ya'll that doctor phil family problems were bad) also because we're talking about a victorian child BoB nearly had a fvcking stroke after eating a hershey's kiss, so now he really likes chocolate.

🌧️(thought i was joking when i said this was his name): so 🌧️ is kinda like teddison (btw if you're confused on what to call him his friends call him cloudy or rain cloud) like he's an alien but unlike teddison 🌧️ can't shape-shift so what 🌧️ is is a red blob with two dot eyes (if you look right above his fake eye's you'll see them) and his mouth is on his stomach like a stingray, because of 🌧️'s lack of the ability to shape-shift he drew some eyes, cut them out, super glued them under his own, and drew a smile with a green sharpie, and yes those blue noodles on his side are his actual hands, he also really likes taylor swift.

Maddie: maddie's just a 6 y/o child whose mother keeps trying to make wear an ungodly amount of pink, not the good shades either like dusty rose or baker-miller, like neon magenta and nothing else, you can see she's very upset that her voodoo didn't work, also that granny yellow & white garment she's wearing is literally the only thing she's has that isn't bright magenta, also i know yall probably don't care but she's ✨asian✨ specifically Chinese (which means imma have to do so much research on chinese culture if i ever post her again cause i'm fvcking hispanic and literally don't know a single chinese person), also, she does like ✨cooking tree✨ (btw if u don't know what that is it's a youtuber).

[la-appel-du-vide]

01•27•24 - “I’ve Got Dollars in my Pocket”

Today’s challenge was similar to the Target Challenge we’ve done in the past, only way cheaper haha. We were to go to different dollar stores, and spend five dollars or less on items that we thought “represented” the other person. Then we were to go home, sit back-to-back and wrap them, and then open them and explain why we chose what we did. The catch is you only have 15 minutes to look around the store. It sounds like a lot of time, but in the moment, it goes fast.

I went first, and was just putting everything that could possibly work in the basket until time was running out and I needed to simplify. Then I had to take the last minute to decide on my final five items! We also brought Reefy with us, and each picked one thing out for him as part of the challenge as well haha.

For B, I got:

- A Hot Wheels white Jeep (even though it was unfortunately not a Wrangler) because he loves his car

- Reese’s peanut butter cups because they’re his fave and he’s salty and sweet

- An adult coloring book about dogs, because he loves dogs and he loves art

- A candle warmer that doubles as a cool bookshelf piece, because he is very modern

- A fiery flames football because he’s hot and loves sports haha

For Reef, I got a Hershey’s kiss dog toy, because he loves kisses, and he’s sweet.

Then we went to the next spot, and B took his turn. He was much less stressed about it then I was hahah. He must have had the better store.

He got me:

- A toy giraffe, because my spirit animal

- A dish towel that says “My Favorite People Have Paws” because I love dogs, and he gets mad that I never replace the dish towel when I was one hahah

- A mint green Sharpie, because I love them and I’ve been into green lately

- A set of stickers including an Eiffel Tower and a record player, because Paris and vinyl

- A set of glittery fake candles, because glitter and candles

He got Reef a Panda bear toy because he thought it was a skunk and Reef stinks hahah, RUDE.

Felt like Christmas to open so many gifts back to back! We had a good time with this one, and loved having Reef join us for one!

[anadiasmount]

hugs and fireworks - christian pulisic x reader

hello everyone! i hope you are all okay and doing well! happy fourth to those who celebrate! in honor of it being the fourth I couldn't stop thinking of dad! christian. so here's a small blurb of how i'd think your holiday would be spent with him! i enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy 🥰🥰

here's my masterlist!

wc: 1.6k

“Do you remember when we met back in Austin?” Christian asked softly. You hummed and felt him cuddle closer to you. His head was on your chest while you stroked his bareback. “How could I forget? I saw you on the pitch and immediately fell over heels for you.” 19-year-old you would be gushing over excitement.

While growing up, you and your family didn't go out at all for the 4th of July. Sure you had a small backyard cookout and some fireworks but that was it. A USA shirt, or a red white, and blue to keep the “tradition”. You vividly remember the summer when you traveled down with your girlfriends to Texas for the 4th of July. A random trip that ended up changing your life in the most unexpected way. A flight booked from home, to your girlfriends and you pitching in to take a road trip from the tip of Texas to the south where you explored different beaches.

During your last night in Austin, you attended a USA soccer match, being fortunate to receive front-row seats. A certain brunette caught your eye, but the feeling of being embarrassed and rejected made you overthink plus, this guy was a pro, right? A sleeve of tattoos, sweat running down their body, the white jersey clinging onto their fit body for dear life. You were in a daze, mesmerized, noticing the #10 and PULISIC in the back.Of course, nothing would ever happen, so you and your girlfriends decided to go to a bar nearby and celebrate before heading off south.

While coming back from the restroom, you accidentally stumbled against someone, “I am so sorry, I did not see you coming,” you touched their shoulder apologetically but when you looked up and met a pair of brown orbs you blushed profusely. “It's okay darling, I didn't see you coming either,” it was him.

“Im Y/n,” you extended your hand making the first move, he smirked and shook your palm, “Im Christian, a pleasure to meet to meet you.”

Who knew sharing a couple of beers, small talk of his life and yours included would have you holding onto hope? Christian paid attention, he didn't just nod or hum then and there, he made sure to make you feel safe and comfortable, never overstepping by asking unsuitable questions. You didn’t do this, you were always shy and rather would sit and watch people than make the effort and meet someone, but with him, it felt right.

Christian didn't hide anything, explaining how he grew up in Hershey, his move to Europe, his parents being his biggest support to this day, attending state fairs meant the world to him, and that sometimes you have to take a risk if you want great things to happen. His words, not yours. You had not realized you sat in the bar ignoring the blaring music, loud cheers, and drunk people behind you, till the bartender gave you a ten-minute warning before closing.

“If I'm being honest… I don’t want to go back to my hotel right now… Would you care to join me for some late-night tacos? I know just the place here,” Christian spoke shyly, rubbing the back of his neck afraid you’d say no. “Who can turn down some tacos? Just hope you won’t disappoint me, Chris…” you said without thinking. Christian loved when you called him Chris, it just sounded like heaven to him. True to his word, you had enjoyed eating the delicious tacos in the taqueria. Later taking a walk to observe the Austin skyline, where your fings delicately brushed his. You shared your first official kiss there, his hands holding you by your waist, as you rested on his broad chest.

“We were just kids then… Now look at us now,” he replied looking up to you where you placed the softest gentle kiss on his forehead. “We’ve come a long way to be here today. All the sacrifices and distance but we made it work. And I can’t be more grateful to have the most gorgeous stunning wife and mother to my kids…” he kissed over your wedding ring and the small bump. You had surprised him after putting your almost two-year-old to sleep. Christian was overjoyed and crying happy tears, immediately sinking to his knees and promising the baby he’d do everything in his will to protect them and you. His little family.

“I'm so fortunate to have a man like you, Chris. We fell in love at such an early age and I would’ve thought you’d get rid of me, but you've never stopped loving me. You're the best dad to Axel, to me, and to those around you. There’s not a day that goes by where I sit down and think of the what if’s, but you're always there to get rid of the overthinking. I feel safe and at home with you,” you let out the smallest tear and Christian giggled.

“Oh stop it! It’s the pregnancy hormones,” you gushed as he continued his teasing. A sound from the baby monitor had Christian up on his feet going to pick up Axel from his room. When your boys came back, Axel was rubbing his eyes with his chubby hands while Christian brushed back the small coils of curls. He was the spitting image of him, anything Christian did, Axel was doing so already. Despite following his dad, at the end of the day, he was a momma's boy.

“How about we spend the 4th by the beach, take some food, small fireworks, and just spend time watching the fireworks at the end of the night?” Christian asked to which you clapped your hands excitedly. “Your family is still coming right?” you asked while prepping some hamburgers for Christian to grill. He came back inside holding Axel by his hip, “Yes they should be here soon!”

The doorbell rang and you greeted his family with a small hug, urging them to come inside while you continued to finish cutting the lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. Christian, his dad, brother, and brother-in-law spent their time outside grilling while you, his mom, and sister, and now Axel stayed inside until it was time to leave. His sister explained how excited she was to begin riding after her pregnancy, and his mom talked about the upcoming vacation you all took.

After setting the table you all ate and shared stories over the years, Christian sitting next to you holding your hand or from time to time grabbing your thigh, feeling his nails rake up and down against your skin. Once the sun started to die down, you all took the shortcut walking down to the shore, “Careful baby,” Christian spoke to where only you and he could hear. Christian always was cautious but now that you were pregnant again, he had to make sure you weren’t overworking yourself.

You sat on the sand, feeling the cool breeze and sand beneath you. You watched and heard your son Axel let out waves of giggles when the waves crashed against his little chubby feet. Christian spun him around from time to time and held him close. You took a small photo, relishing the moment before your family turned into four. Of course, Axel followed him when they began to play a small game of football there. They pulled out the small fireworks or sparklers, Christian was being protective again, holding his son and showing him how the sparkle was, it was generally safe so you weren't worried. Your son just clapped his small chubby hands and made happy noises that brought Christian to smile.

You helped his mom set up some chairs after the tide began to rise just a bit, and changed into a knitted sweater. “Look at you two,” you laughed when you saw Christian come up to you with your son. You gave Christian a towel and some change of clothes, while Axel cuddled against your chest. You covered him with a towel and a blanket protecting him from the cool air. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, especially after the day he had.

When Christian returned he sat next to you, but it wasn't long before he asked you to lay your back against his chest. He peppered small kisses along your bare shoulder due to your top, and kissed your temple, just giving you love and affection. That’s one thing he won't ever hide, his love and adoration for you.

Christian chatted with you quietly about tomorrow's plans which included a boat ride for the entire day, promising to watch Pride and Prejudice for the hundredth time with you after coming back home. His fingers drew small shapes on your bump, while you rested your head gently below his chin. “Boy or girl?” you asked knowing the answer right away. “Girl. I want to dress her up in small cute dresses and learn to do her hair. But I’d be equally as happy if we had another boy. Just hope we won't drive too crazy,” he joked.

You heard the chime of the fireworks as they began. You saw a small streak of light before it burst into a pit of different colors. Christian watched as your eyes glowed as you observed the different fireworks. He’d rather watch you because you were the only person to make his chest feel like it had fireworks lighting inside. “Kiss me,” he said abruptly. You blushed but did as he told, brushing your lips into a small but passionate and intense kiss. “Won’t ever get enough of these soft lips,” he said smiling across your lips. He rested back, humming when your hand reached up and played with the hair in the nap of his neck, “I love you, princess.”

“I love you, Christian.”