#hes gonna stop at my moms house & grab all of my mugs & cups & stuff!! & put more stuff away here ٩(๑>∀<๑)۶ wahoo! i am LUCKY to have him!

[yuukimiyas]

good mornie loves! & happy sunday funday! ٩(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )و i just had my first sleep in the new place & im feelin so ready for the day!! we still have like…sm to put away & then i can start to jazz the place up chlo style ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ hehee!! i can’t WAIT to show you guys when everyth is all put together!! MWAH MWAH HAVE THE V BEST SUNDAY EVER!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

[skyeet-the-writer]

okay i’m not sure if you are taking like open requests but corpse and reader are dating and nobody really knows but like the fans ship it and stuff, and they are playing among us with jack, felix, rae ect,, and someone invites somebody and it’s reader ex boyfriend and corpse notices that she’s acting really quiet and he texts her like “baby are you okay??” and she tells him that’s her toxic ex and during an emergency meeting, her ex suspects her and when she defends herself he says something along the lines of “don’t believe her she’s a fucking liar, she’s been one since the day i first met her” and everyone is like ??? but corpse flips out on him and just snaps telling him to leave his girlfriend alone which breaks his cover so everyone knows about you guys and just like really mad corpse and having to help him calm down and you get up from your seat to see him in his streaming room and just sit on his lap and he’s like “fuck that guy it’s okay baby we can just play minecraft or something” lmaooo 🥺🥺🥺 sorry i know that was so specific but the thought makes me so soft i would actually cry if you wrote this

This Is A Shout Out To My Ex

here’s my first request guys! so sorry they’re taking so long. i’m trying to get these done before i do anything else. hope you guys enjoy! x,

corpse x female!reader

summary: while paying a game with her friends, y/n’s toxic ex joins the game. when he calls her a liar, corpse snaps and defends his girlfriend

word count: ~4.4k

warnings: mentions of emotional abuse, gaslighting, near-death experiences, swearing, some angst but it has a super fluffy end!

Living with your boyfriend is, obviously, amazing in every way. You see each other all the time, you get to cuddle almost all the time, and you get to see his handsome face every morning.

Probably, the only downside is the fact that living together makes it nearly impossible to hide the fact that you’re dating.

But, somehow, you’ve managed to keep it a secret from you rabid fans for the past four months. You literally have no idea how because you’re pretty sure you accidentally got a glimpse of Corpse walking by while you were doing a vlog.

Miraculously, no one noticed it. Then again, none of your fans knew what he looked like, so there’s a plus. There were one or two comments asking who the person in the back was, but you lied and said it was a friend. Technically, you weren’t wrong.

And so you’ve been trying to keep your relationship with Corpse on the DL to avoid any stress or anxiety his way. You could deal with it, you’ve been doing Youtube for years and could handle almost anything. Corpse, bless his heart, might not be able to.

One morning, you’re awoken by some slight tugging on your hair. You crack your eyes open but the bright light makes you whine and close them again. There’s a soft laugh behind you and you roll over onto your back, scooting over closer to him. You stretch your legs and grin, still keeping your eyes closed. 

“Did you sleep at all?” you ask in a quiet voice, your head resting on your lover’s chest.

“No,” he answers in his deep voice and you feel him play with your hair. “Anxiety, insomnia, the usual shit.”

You hum and open your eyes slowly, deciding to brave the light. You blink up at Corpse who is staring at the ceiling. “What were you thinking about?” Your own voice is a bit scratchy and rough. 

He looks down at you and you take notice of how bloodshot his eyes are and the bags under his eyes. “How pretty you are when you sleep.” He grins.

“You watched me when I slept?” you ask and playfully narrow your eyes at him. “You creep.”

He laughs and you turn around onto your side, your back facing him. “Baby, no, I didn’t mean it that way.”

You smile. “You’re so creepy, Corpse.”

He doesn’t say anything but you hear him sit up in bed. You begin to ask what he’s doing but then he lifts up the back of your shirt to press a few kisses to your back. “You’re still here, though. With me.”

“Hm. Yeah.” You turn around and he gazes at you. “Because I love you.”

His eyes light up in the way that they always do when you tell him those three, simple words. You love seeing them light up that way and you grin. “I love you, too.” He leans in for a quick kiss.

“What time is it?” you ask when you pull away.

Corpse reaches over to his side of the bed and turns his phone on. “Noon.”

“Noon?” you shout and sit up so quickly you get a head rush. “We were supposed to be playing Among Us with Sean, Pewds, Toast, Rae, and them.”

“Oh. Yeah.” You turn and see him with his hands covering his face.

You walk over to him and kneel next to him. “Babe? What’s up?”

He just groans and you frown. He doesn’t feel good. 

You push his hair from his forehead. “I can tell them that you’re not feeling up for it. They all know you, they’d understand.”

He shakes his head and runs his hands down his face before they rest on his chest. “No. No, it’s okay, I’ll be fine.” He gives you a smile.

You kiss his cheek. “Okay, then, babe. C’mon, we’re gonna be late.” You grab his hands and tug him up until he’s in a sitting position. He pulls you in for another kiss but you lean away.

“You have morning breath,” you tell him when he gives you his sad eyes. “Brush your teeth and then I’ll kiss you.”

That seems to get him out of bed and into the bathroom while you change clothes. You change out of your sweatpants and t-shirt and into jeans and a shirt. He walks out of the bathroom yawning and you walk past him to go to the bathroom.

I wish he’d sleep, you think to yourself while brushing your teeth. After brushing your teeth, you wash your face and do a little bit of makeup so you don’t look like you just rolled out of bed even though you did.

Corpse walks into the bathroom as you’re finishing your makeup and has a mug of coffee for you. You’re the only one in the house who drinks coffee since he can’t, so you always find it so sweet that he makes it for you.

“You made me coffee?” you ask and he nods. You take it from him and give him a peck. “Thank you, love.” 

You take a sip and grab your phone from your nightstand and shove it into your pocket. You walk out of the bedroom the two of you share and into the kitchen to check on your cat. 

Before you met him, Corpse had never really wanted a pet. He said that they die and he doesn’t want to deal with that, which you understand. But after the two of you had been dating for three months and you had been living with him for a month and a half, you begged him to let you get a cat. You knew he couldn’t say no to you. 

“Where’s Inky?” you call out to your boyfriend after not finding your cat in the living room or the kitchen. 

“In here,” he calls back and you follow his voice. Corpse is sitting in his chair getting ready to stream. You spot a black cat sitting on his table, licking at his hand. Corpse laughs and pets the animal on the head. “Stop licking me, girl. Your tongue feels weird.”

You smile and walk over to him, picking the cat up. “Come on, Inky, let’s leave dad to do his job, yeah?”

The young cat meows up at you and stares into your soul with her green eyes. You lock her gaze and have a staring contest. You lose, however, and blink away. 

“Why is your cat so weird?” you ask, placing the cat back down and watch her run away. 

“Probably gets it from her mom,” Corpse mumbles and you hear a smile. 

You scoff and smack his hand away gently when he reaches out to you. “Fine, you don’t get a kiss before the stream.”

“No, wait!” he shouts and grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. “I was kidding, baby.”

You smile at him and cup his cheek. “I know.” You lean down and give him a long, deep kiss. You feel him smile against your lips and you pull away. He gives you a smile.

“I love you,” he mutters, brushing some hair away from your face. 

“I love you more.” You grab his hand and press a kiss against his knuckles. You take a step back. “I’ll see you in the Discord chat, babe.”

“Okay. Also, don’t close the door all the way!” he calls to you and you look back at him, your hand on the doorknob. 

“Why?” you ask, leaning on the doorframe. 

He takes a second to respond. “Because I want Inky to come in here later.”

You laugh but smile. “Okay, fine.” You walk away from the door and across the hall into your own recording room. 

Your room is a lot different than your boyfriend’s. His room is dark and doesn’t have a lot in it. Yours, on the other hand, probably has too much stuff. Most of it is gifts from fans like stuffed animals and other knickknacks. Your desk, monitors, and lights take up a lot of the already limited space. You turn both your ring lights on after closing the door and turn on the LED lights you have attached to the ceiling. You switch them to the f/c setting and put the remote next to your coffee mug. You sit down in your black and white gaming chair and set everything up after putting on your headset. 

You join the Among Us game after beginning your stream and then the Discord call. You seem to join before Corpse because you can’t see him in the call. 

“You’ve finally decided to join us, y/n!” Felix exclaims and you smile. 

“Am I late?” you ask, taking another drink of your coffee. 

“No,” Sean replies. “I mean, we played a couple of rounds to pass the time, but nothing interesting happened.”

You nod and glance at who all is in the chat. It seems to be you, Felix, Toast, Charlie, Rae, Sean, later Corpse, and someone else who’s tag sounds familiar. 

“Oh! I invited someone new!” says Rae. “He’s a friend from college. y/n, this is Dallas.”

“Hey, y/n.”

Your eyes widen and your blood goes cold at the sound of his voice. You know him. You used to date him. In highschool before you moved away. You remember how toxic he was. He would always blow you off when you wanted to hang out and when you did hang out, he always played video games and never talked to you. 

“Hi, Dallas,” you stutter out. “Uh, hey, didn’t you and I go to highschool together?”

You can practically hear his smirk. “Yeah. We did.”

“I didn’t know you two went to school together,” Rae says happily. 

“Yep,” Dallas says. “We were friends, too.”

You want to throw up.

Suddenly, your loving and not toxic boyfriend joins the call and your spirits lift. 

“Corpse!” you exclaim, almost letting another word slip out. 

“You’re here,” says Rae. “Good noon!”

“Yeah, I’m not a morning person,” he says and you just now notice how deep his voice is. “I just woke up.”

“Oh my god,” Felix says. 

“Jesus,” says Charlie, dragging out the ‘u’.

“You just woke up?” asks Toast. 

He’s a liar, he didn’t sleep at all, you think but keep your mouth shut and laugh. 

“It’s like a forty-hertz voice,” Sean says. 

“It sounds like short wave radio,” Charlie adds. 

You laugh. “You sound like spoken brown note.”

Corpse laughs. “This is me when I wake up, that’s what...” He cuts himself off and laughs again.

“I’m scared,” says Dallas. 

“I didn’t know it could get any lower!” exclaims Sean. 

“I didn’t know you could hit puberty twice.” Felix laughs. 

After some more laughter, Corpse is introduced to Dallas. 

“Hey, man,” Corpse says. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” Dallas replies. 

“Can we start the game now?” Sean asks when everyone is in the waiting room. You take a sip of your coffee while Rae starts the game. 

You mute yourself as your role is revealed and let out a sigh of relief. “Crewmate. Good, this makes this less stressful.” You go into the hallway, following Felix and Sean to go do wires. You clear the two of them and you three go up to admin. “Okay, so for those of you wondering about my reaction to Dallas joining the stream is that he’s my ex. Uh, we dating in highschool and broke up around the end of senior year. So this is pretty awkward for me.” You break away from Sean and Felix to go do a task in the greenhouse. 

You leave out the part about Dallas where he was borderline abusive. You remember him shouting at you for asking for the littlest of things to him gaslighting you and guilt-tripping you into going skinny dipping with him. 

Maybe that’s why you love Corpse so much. He’s the opposite of Dallas. He’s sweet and he’s caring. He’s never once raised his voice at you unless you were beating him in a game. Even then you both knew he wasn’t serious. And he had never once pressured you to do something you didn’t want to do. 

You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone reports Rae’s dead body. You unmute yourself and take another drink of your coffee. 

“I found her in decontamination,” Dallas says. “I opened the door and she was right there.”

“I was down by storage doing wires,” you tell them, putting your mug down. “And I was with Felix and Jack for the beginning and I’m pretty sure they’re cleared. So it has to be either you, Toast, or Corpse. Or Charlie.”

“You almost forgot about me,” he says and you laugh. 

“We never vote on seven, right?” Toast says. 

“Not if no one is sus, no,” Corpse answers. 

“I’m skipping,” says Sean. 

You nod and skip voting. “Same here.”

Everyone skips voting and you continue on. You do the rest of your wiring tasks and go out to the balcony where you notice Corpse standing out there. You smile and walk up to him and make your characters’ “eye” parts touch. “Look, Corpse. We’re touching eyeballs.”

You can just barely make out his laugh from the room across from yours and you grin before doing to do your task. You glance at your chat while you run to the reactor with Corpse. “How have you guys been doing? Hope you’re having a good day. Don’t forget to drink some water and eat something.” You smile at the camera and enter decontamination with Corpse and Toast. 

When you enter reactor, Corpse and Toast each go to do it and you head to the sorting in the lab when suddenly a body is reported. 

You decide to be quiet and drink from your coffee while everyone else discusses what happened. You zone out a little when Dallas talks and your mind flashes back to memories you’ve been trying to forget. 

“Wait, who are we voting?” you ask when you suddenly snap back to reality. 

“Felix,” Sean answers. “He vented right in front of me.”

You nod and vote for Felix and he gets ejected. 

pEWds was ejected 

1 imposter remains

You mute yourself once more and continue to do your tasks and stick with Corpse as much as you can. Your chat notices this and begins to blow up with the ship name they have for the two of you. You laugh at the chat as you scan yourself. “Why are you guys freaking out about Corpse and me? We’re literally just walking.”

Another body is reported and this time it’s Toast’s. You know who the imposter is. You unmute yourself and quickly say, “It’s fucking Dallas, it’s a self-report.”

“What?” Dallas exclaims and you immediately sense the hint of anger in his tone. He used to get so mad during video games and it seems like nothing has changed in the past few years. “How’s it me? It could be Charlie.”

“Charlie is dead, too,” Sean says. 

“Yep. And I know both Corpse and Sean are cleared because I was with Sean for a long time and I just watched Corpse get scanned.”

Dallas scoffs. “Well, shit, you got me there.”

After Dallas is ejected, the crewmates win and you all start another round. You suddenly don’t feel like talking too much anymore and do your stream in mostly silence. Just Dallas being there and in the same call as you is making you anxious and bringing up memories you don’t want to remember. 

Your chat asks you about this and you ignore it as you continue to do your tasks as a crewmate. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out, looking at who it is. 

corpse 🖤

are you okay? you’re being really quiet

y/n

yeah, ig. just that dallas is my ex. toxic ex too

corpse 🖤

want me to kill him for you? im imposter

You smile and shake your head. “Oh, Corpse,” you whisper to yourself. 

y/n

no dont kill him lol

You put your phone back down on the table and look back at the game. 

You don’t pay too much attention to the game until the fourth round after you and Rae lost as the imposters. You’re a crewmate once again and you’re peacefully doing your tasks when suddenly something lays on your bare feet. 

“What the?” You look down at your feet and see a little dark fuzzball on your feet. “Inky, get off my feet, baby.” You move your feet and pick her up. You hold her in your arms like a baby the way she likes and rub her belly. “Okay, go see your dad.” Inky jumps out of your arms and you watch her leave your recording room. 

You turn back to your task and continue to do them without any interruptions. You notice, however, that Dallas has been following you for most of the round. You’re starting to get a little nervous and you run into the cafeteria to get away from him when he calls an emergency meeting.

You unmute yourself and Dallas says, “I think it’s y/n. I’m pretty sure she’s faking tasks.”

“Except I’m not,” you tell him. “You’re the one following me around, too, Dallas. What’s up with that, huh?”

“I’ve been following you because you’re acting sus.”

You glare at Dallas’s character on the screen, heat rushing to your face. “I’m literally doing my tasks, I know you saw me do the card swipe--”

“Don’t listen to her,” Dallas says and he sounds far too confident. “She’s a fucking liar. She has been since the first day I met her.”

By now your face is completely red from anger and you gasp. “Excuse me?”

“What are you talking about?” Sean asks. “I’ve known y/n for a long time, she’s never told a lie so long as I’ve known her.”

“That’s because she’s too good at it,” Dallas says in a snarky tone and you’ve never wanted to punch a screen more in your life. “Her and me used to date in highschool but I broke up with her because she lied to me about everything.”

“That’s not fucking true!” you shout and you can hear blood rushing to your ears. “I was the one who broke up with you after you gaslighted me about not hanging out with you enough when in reality you were always hanging out with your stupid football friends!”

“She’s lying--”

“The fuck are you saying about my girl?” Corpse demands. 

The chat goes silent for a moment. Corpse just called you his girl. You look at your live chat and it’s exploding with “i knew it”s and lots of keyboard smashing.

“Your girl?” Dallas asks after a moment.

“Yes. My girl. As in my girlfriend.” He sounds so possessive and it’s kind of hot to you. “Why are you calling her a liar?”

Dallas stumbles on his words. “B--because she is one.”

“Right. And how long have you known her?”

“I knew her in highschool--“

“Nevermind, I literally don’t care,” Corpse interrupts him. “I’ve been living with her for the past five months and she’s never lied to me about anything.”

Dallas is quiet for once. Everyone is. No one is really even breathing but your heartbeat is rattling your brain and blood is rushing through your ears.

“I don’t wanna play anymore,” you whisper. You swallow thickly and glance at your chat. Luckily, they’re all defending you and yelling at Dallas. You turn back to the screen. “Dallas, I’m not the imposter. And stop making stupid ass accusations.”

“I--“

“Kick him,” says Felix and you can tell he sounds mad.

“No wait--“ Dallas begins to say.

“No!” Rae interrupts. “I knew there was something off about you.”

“You don’t get to come in here and talk shit about our friend,” Jack says.

“I was kidding,” Dallas tries to explain.

But then something inside you snaps. You forgot how much you hate Dallas. How he always turned the blame on you when he did something wrong. How you almost lost all of your friends because he convinced them that you were a bad person.

At first, you thought he had changed. You thought that he had actually grown up. Turns out that people don’t change.

“Like you were kidding when you almost got me kicked out of the house because you made me go out with you to go drinking?” you ask. “Or how you played a stupid trick on me when I was driving us to school and I almost fucking crashed the car and nearly killed us?”

“Jesus.” You can hear him roll his eyes. “You’re still on about that? It was April Fool’s, you should have expected it—“

“I shouldn’t have expected shit!” you yell and it comes out raw. The memory flashes in your mind and you cringe. “That wasn’t funny, Dallas! You weren’t funny! I fucking hated my life in high school. I was already stressed out because I thought I wasn’t smart enough and you being my boyfriend and ignoring me and manipulating me didn’t help.

“So fuck you. Fuck you for everything you did to me when we were teenagers. Fuck you for making me think that you changed and were actually nice and then ripping that away from me. But you know what? Thanks. Thanks for being my ex because you made me what I am today and you’re the reason I moved to California and met the love of my life.”

You suck a deep breath in and wipe at the tears that had fallen. You put your hand on your camera. “Speaking of which, I need a hug from him. Bye, guys.”

You stop streaming and disconnect from everything. You turn your computer off, unplug your headset, and turn your lights off. You sit in your chair trying not to cry in the dark.

Corpse, your mind says and you open your eyes. You really want a hug. His hugs are the best. You take your headset off and walk out of your recording room. Before you walk into Corpse’s recording room, you head to the living room and grab a fluffy gray blanket and wrap it around yourself.

You don’t even bother to knock on the door and just walk in. His room is still dark and it appears like he’s angry. You can tell by the way his voice is deeper and how he looks like he’s shaking.

But when you tap on his shoulder, he looks up at you with wide eyes. “Babe.”

You sniffle and he pushes away from his desk. You shake your head and pull his arms up above his head and settle yourself on his lap, your legs on either side of him, and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Baby,” he whispers and you lean your cheek on his shoulder. “Just fuck off, Dallas.”

Your eyes squeeze shut and you shift up a little, pushing your nose into his neck. He smells nice. “Stop talking to them.”

“What?” he looks down at you and asks what you’re doing when you take his headset off. You unplug them, thereby disconnecting him from the stream. “y/n, what are you doing?”

“I want to cuddle with you,” you mutter and bury your face into his neck.

You feel him wrap his arms around your back and he pulls you up, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Okay, baby. We can cuddle.”

The two of you sit like that for what feels like a long time. You hear Corpse’s phone buzz, but the two of you ignore it. He kisses the side of your head and you smile.

You sigh deeply as he tightens his hold against you. “Fuck that guy, baby. It’s okay.” He moves his shoulder and you look up at him. “Wanna go play Minecraft?”

A grin spreads across your face and you nod. Corpse smiles back and picks you up, bridal style, blanket and all. You squeal and laugh as he carries you to the living room. “Put me down, Corpse!”

“Alright.” He drops you into the couch and turns around to turn the Xbox on.

You huff and push your hair out of your face, keeping the blanket wrapped tight around your body. “I didn’t mean literally drop me, dummy.”

He shrugs and sits next to you, handing you a controller. “Should’ve been more specific, baby.”

You scoff but can’t hide the small smile creeping onto your lips. “Jerk.” You put the controller next to you on the couch and move the blanket so it’s over both of your laps and you lean into his side.

After playing Minecraft for the majority of the afternoon and evening, you finally drag Corpse to bed with you after ordering pizza for dinner.

His arms are wrapped tight around your waist as your back is pressed against his chest. Inky hops up onto the bed and nuzzles your hand until you begin to pet her. She lays down on her belly and you gently pat her.

“Am I really the love of your life?” Corpse asks after a long time of sitting in the quiet darkness

You nod against the pillow. “Yeah. You are.”

You can’t see him, but you know he’s smiling when he kisses the back of your neck.

Your phone on your nightstand lights up and you head Corpse’s phone buzz again as well. You think for just a moment about all of the texts, all of the messages, all of the DMs you’re getting about what happened. For a second, you panic. What if people don’t think that you’re worth to be dating Corpse? What if people are calling you a pussy for how you reacted to Dallas? What if everyone hates you?

But those thoughts immediately go away when Corpse mumbles something in that husky voice of his that makes the butterflies in your tummy come back. “You’re the love of my life, too.”

“Yeah?” you hum, your eyes slipping shut.

“Yeah,” he says and you can tell that he’s getting tired as well. “And I’m gonna marry you someday.”

An involuntary smile spreads across your face and your entire body overheats. You bite your lip in the darkness and whisper,

“And I’m gonna say yes.”

But he’s asleep. His breathing has evened out. He shouldn’t have heard you.

You know he heard you somehow, though, because his arms tighten around your waist. You wiggle backward so that you’re flush against his chest and his head drops down onto the top of your head.

You place your hands over his and close your eyes. Finally, he’s sleeping.

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EARLY BIRD

Angel Reyes x Reader

Anon asked: could you write an imagine with angel Reyes in which you think he’s gonna break up with you because he’s been distant with you.

Word Count: 1.9k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 ​ ✨

Author comments: I'm sorry it took me so long! I just needed some time away from my phone, 'cause I was feeling somewhat sick, but I'm back! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Another morning, waking up in an empty bed and the next side to yours totally cold. You snort turning your body above it, pulling your hair away from your forehead with a hand. There's any noise outside of the bedroom, the one you were supposed to share with Angel because, probably, he left the house stealthily some hours ago. You don't know what's going on. You don't know what's happening between you. And at any time you have tried to talk with him about it, he only says that everything is okay and you're just a little paranoid. You want to believe him. You really try with all your efforts, but there's a bunch of insecurities getting stuck inside your chest oppressing it, that doesn't let air through.

✉: “hey, early bird”

You haven't thought about it, grabbing your phone to know if he is still alive, leaving it on the pillow where your head is resting. Some minutes laters, when you're almost falling asleep again, the advice dings turning on the screen.

✉: “eh”

That's all. And he keeps saying that nothing has changed. For sure.

✉: “you free 2nig?”

✉: “i think so”

      “y?”

✉: “we could have a night in”

     “dinner and movie”

     “hang out for beers”

✉: “am into first”

✉: “k! 7? 8?”

✉: “8 good”

✉: “k! ily”.

✉: “back”

You know he's not going to come, but at least you try it.

When the night is about to fall down plunging Santo Padre into the darkness of the desert, you begin to set up ready in case a miracle happens. Putting the steaks you bought at pops, in the pan with some oil and salt over low heat, you leave the kitchen to change your clothes. Wearing nothing but his favorite shirt, you spread on your neck and collarbone that fruity and fresh perfume he loves the most. And picking up your hair in a ponytail, you walk barefoot back to the kitchen. It's flooded by the delicious smell of the meat cooking slowly, turning them to the other side when it's getting golden. Leaving the food in the background, you go next to the freezer checking that the cold beers are ready to be drinked. You have popcorn, candies and chocolate for later. Everything is on point, even if you don't have much faith that he's going to come.

You weren't wrong.

At half past nine you're sitting on the couch, eating the cold steak you cooked and drinking the third beer. Angel didn't answer any of your messages, nor your calls. So, after trying to contact him for almost one hour, you decided to have dinner alone.

Another night.

The desire to cry floods you with leaps and bounds, grabbing the last piece from the fork in a bad mood before leaving the dish on the table and drinking your beer till it's empty. You fall asleep on the sofa some minutes after with your eyes filled with tears.

Although the door closes silently, you open your eyes getting up, stretching once you sit up. Angel looks like shit, tired and upset with his hair made a mess. Noticing sideways that the sun is almost shining, you don't say anything when he's about to apologize. Leaving him alone with the word in his mouth. You don't even pick up dinner stuff, going back to bed and throwing away the shirt you're on to wear yours. Covering your head with the blankets, you can hear Angel's heavy steps following to the bathroom to get locked in. The water running down the shower.

A fist hitting the marble.

And finally, a weary snort when the mattress sinks a little next to you.

“I was arrested.”

No words from you. He knows you're awake. Once your eyes are opened, it's impossible for you to fall asleep again.

“I really wanted to spend last night with you, mi amor.”

Nothing.

You don't even move.

“I'm so sorry.”

You try to get up, pulling away the blankets tired of hearing bullshit. Not understanding why he just doesn't tell you it's all over, assuming he doesn't because he hates loneliness and no matter how much he despises you, that you're going to come back once and again like a beaten dog faithful to its master. He never was like that, he just changed from nothing. From being the loveliest man to a ghost in your life. Angel grabs your wrist, stopping you from leaving him alone, but you can't look at his face.

You can't fall again.

“Stay, please.”

“I needed you to stay a lot of times, and you weren't even here.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, you already said that.”

With a heavy snort being spitted by your lips, you sit on the edge of the bed rubbing your face with both hands. Getting up and holding your phone in a hand, you guide your feet to the door looking for some coffee in the kitchen, to serve it inside a big mug.

“Emily is back and I am just trying to save EZ's ass. I didn't see I was abandoning you.”

Sounds like an explanation, but you don't really care. This hole between you two isn't going to get closed with some apologies and some kisses. He's going to have to make it up to you.

Hard.

“And when I’m saying I’m sorry, it's because I'm really sorry (Y/N).” He takes three steps closer towards you, with his hands keeping down inside the pockets of his short sweatpants. “I fucking love you. Nothing and nobody could change that. I swear on my mom.”

You have a sip of your coffee, closing your eyes when he names his mother for the first time in that way.

“Listen, I got to be back at the scrapyard in four hours. But this afternoon we're gonna go to a place.”

“Which place?”

“You'll see. And I know you're gonna like it.”

“But?”

There's always a ‘but’.

“But first I have to pick up a buddy, I promise him that he could stay with us”.

“What the fuck, Angel?!”

You're drowning in coughs, leaving the cup to hit your chest with a palm.

“(Y/N), trust me, okay? You will love him.”

“You're a fucking jerk.”

“Mi amor, listen.” He grabs your forearm, stopping you. “Trust me”.

“I can't fucking trust you. Not today. Not after telling me you were fucking arrested, and now telling me you're gonna bring a ‘buddy’ to our fucking house without asking me.”

“You're gonna regret those words this afternoon.”

“Yeah, but for that, you have to be here and you're not gonna come.”

Letting go yourself, you walk away from him. You can't believe this is truly happening, getting worse as the minutes go by.

Driving through the desert, you don't know where the hell you're going, hoping he's not bringing you to Vicki's place because one of the girls needs to hide. Even if he talked to you about a guy. Angel is giving you the directions you have to take, making your blood boil whenever you ask him about it and he just smirks at you with that kind of smile you would like to punch out.

And yes, it's a surprise when you reach Grace's kennel. Frowning at him as you stop your car, you try to keep calm.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Am I a fucking joke to you, Angel?”

“What?”

“I'm not gonna fucking bring a junkie to my house!”

“We're n— We're not he—”. He can't even talk, breaking into laughs stirring on his seat. “Step out of the car, mi amor.”

“No! You know what? We're fucking done! I can't! I can't handle it!”

You're getting so nervous you don't know what you are saying. Collapsing. Exploding. But seems like the oldest Reyes doesn't give a fuck if you are on the verge of an anxiety attack, when he takes off your seat belt before grabbing the keys of your car. Angel doesn't say anything, getting out of it and walking to your side. After opening your door, he holds your hand pushing you into him. And you just let him do what he wants with you.

“You ok?” Grace asks you somewhat confused and worried, looking at your pale face. Pursing your lips, you shrug your shoulders.

Seems like you're in shock, not understanding anything that is going on around you while your boyfriend guides your steps to the backyard of the kennel. You find a big black dog lying on the ground with a plastic cone covering his head from his neck and some bandages on his paws and his tail. Tail that he begins to move full of happiness walking with some difficulties close to Angel.

“See, buddy?! I told ya I was coming back for ya'!” Your boyfriend squats towards the dog to hug him, whilst the animal is crying a little, stirring and trying to lick his face.

“What? What's that?” You point at the dog with a finger.

“I was driving on my way back home, and I saw a fuckig shithead dragging him by the paws with a bike. I was arrested because he ended up unconscious”.

Pursing your lips, you can't help but cry slightly bending over the floor and stretching a hand on air, just wanting that he can smell you to see you don't want to hurt him. The dog brings his snout closer, sniffing your fingers for some seconds taking two steps next to you. His tail starts to move again, imagine that he's also smelling Angel's scent on your clothes.

“Hey, buddy. Nice to meet you”. Using a soft and low tone, the dog shortens the distance licking your face without expecting. That makes you laugh loudly.

“I know you feel alone when I’m riding and he doesn't have a home.” Angel says, waiting for you to finish spinning the matter by yourself. “See? I knew you were gonna regret your words.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You growl, drawing a smile to your new friend with his head rested on your chest, as you caress one of his sides.

“Is he okay?” Your boyfriend asks Grace, getting up as he does, being followed by the dog.

The women nods.

“He's strong. But I'll give you some pills for pain, in case he complains. And you should change the bandages every day. Bring him back next week and I'll check him.”

“Done. How much do I own you, sweetheart?”

“Nothing. Just take him to his new home.”

“Thank you, Grace.” You say before hugging her tightly.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” She said then, nodding at her.

“So, what's his name?” You ask Angel, walking back to the car with the dog practically glued to your legs.

“Caco”. He answers holding your hand, leaving a kiss on the back of it.

“So, I'm assuming the place where we’re going next is a pet shop, to buy him a lot of things.”

“Shit, mi amor, I got fucking horny every time you show me how smart you are.”

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Ocean Eyes - Part 1

Summary: Your past with Chris catches up with you.

A/N: Can’t say more than that or it gives stuff away! 😂 Taglist is open, if 

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After a long day working at the local coffee shop the last thing i wanted to do was go to a club! But it was Sadie's leaving party so i had to make an appearance or id never hear the end of it.

It had actually been a really fun night, my first night out in what felt like years and after a few drinks i let myself enjoy it. I even had a couple of guys offer to buy me a drink! Just after midnight i caught a taxi home and left the younger girls to carry on with their partying..... how they did it i don't know! Most of them had had far too much to drink already and no intention of stopping any time soon. God i miss the days where i could do that!

When i finally got home i dropped my bag and my jacket next to the front door, went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and headed up to bed. I managed to throw on an oversized t-shirt before crashing face first into bed, the make up removal would have to wait til the morning i was too exhausted to care.

I woke up to my cell phone blaring loudly in my ear, i patted around for it keeping my eyes closed already feeling the hangover! I mumbled a 'hello' then heard the soft chuckle of my mom.

"Had a good night did you?"

"Mmm it was okay, i'm so not used to drinking anymore Ma. How do people do this every weekend?" I moaned as i slowly opened one eye then the other.

"I remember when you'd be out every weekend, you even ended up in Vegas that one weekend...."

"I remember believe me!" I said as i finally sat up grabbing the bottle of water from the bedside cabinet draining half of it.

"I was just wondering what time you were coming over?.... you said 10am but its almost lunch time"

"What??!! are you serious?.... shit. Okay let me go get a cup of coffee and take a quick shower and i'll be there"

"Okay sweetheart, no rush"

"Everything's okay?"

"Yeah yeah all good. I'll see you soon"

"Okay, bye mom".

I had just finished my coffee and was heading upstairs for a shower when the doorbell rang. I was going to ignore it but then whoever it was started knocking.

"Jesus.... give me a second" i muttered marching to the front door, i opened the door just a crack hiding behind the door due to my lack of pants! When i looked through the gap i gasped.... the last person i ever expected to see was stood on my doorstep.

"Chris...."

"Hey" he smiled nervously "sorry for just showing up like this but i didn't have your number. I tried calling the one i had for you but it was out of service"

"Yeah i had to change it a few years back..... wh...what are you doing here Chris?"

"Can we talk inside?.... i don't really wanna do this through a crack in your door" he laughed a little but it was more of a nervous laugh.

"Erm, sure can you give me a couple minutes to go put some pants on?... i was just about to get in the shower"

"Sure"

I nodded and closed the door before quickly rushing upstairs and grabbing my jean shorts from the chair where i had discarded them yesterday. I was just about to leave my room when i passed the mirror and caught a glimpse of my reflection "fuck!" I quickly grabbed a makeup remover wipe and cleaned my face of smudged mascara and run a brush through my hair.... it was no good,  the hair could not be saved! I quickly tied it up in a messy bun not minding the loose bits that fell out, it would have to do!

The living room was a mess so i closed the door leaving just the kitchen visible. Then i rushed over to let Chris in before he thought id run off and forgotten about him. He followed me through to the kitchen and took a seat at the table while i made us both a coffee.

"How you been? Its been a while since ive seen you" he asked softly.

"I guess it has been.... erm i'm good" i shrugged casually keeping my attention on the mugs as i made the coffee.

"Im glad. Seemed like you disappeared off the face of the planet, you just left. No one heard from you...."

"It was for the best, fresh start and all that"

"Im sorry for how we... how i left things"

I shrugged shaking my head

"you really don't have to apologise Chris, you made a choice...."

"A stupid choice..... i was young and very stupid...."

"Whats done is done, theres no point rehashing it... its been almost 7 years i'm over it" i scoffed picking up the mugs and joining him at the table.

"You are?"

"Of course!"

"Thats great" he nodded avoiding eye contact.

"Okay so spill it.... i don't mean to sound rude but i've got somewhere i need to be soon and i'm already running late....."

"Still cant handle your drink huh?" He finally looked at me smirking.

"Apparently not.... how'd you know?"

"Ive seen you hungover enough to know the signs, the hair and the face full of smudged makeup...."

"you saw that huh?"

"Yeah" he chuckled looking me over.

"So....."

"Right... i um....i need you to sign this" He said reaching inside his jacket and pulling out some papers.

"Sign what?..... what could you possibly need me to sign?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he pushed the papers across the table to me. I leaned forward to get a better look and the first thing my eyes landed on... "Petition For Divorce".

I felt my heart start to race as i looked up at Chris..... "what is this? I signed these 7 years ago Chris!"

"I know. I never filed them"

"What?! you mean we're still married?!"

"Yeah"

"Why? You told me you'd take care of it all...."

"And i was gonna, but i couldn't bring myself to do it"

"Jesus christ Chris!"

"Im sorry Y/N" he started to say but I shook my head as i got up to get a pen, when i sat back down and signed them without hesitation Chris made this noise, like i had offended him by signing the divorce papers without an argument.

"What?"

"Nothing, its just you signed them pretty quickly...."

"Chris, i signed these 7 years ago when i loved you.. why wouldn't i sign them again? There's no reason not to..... what we had has been over for years"

"I just thought maybe somewhere down the line we'd work things out"

"I didn't. Any thoughts of us working out ended when you broke up with me because your career was taking off and you liked the attention from all the girls"

"I was an idiot i know, i was just a kid...."

"Bullshit! If you were old enough to get married....you were old enough to know what you were doing".

He looked down shaking his head again, he actually looked ashamed of how he had acted. Maybe he had grown up.

My phone started ringing and i saw my mom's name flashing on the front.

"Hey mom..... oh god, yeah okay.... i'll be there in like 15 minutes i promise" i hung up after saying goodbye to her.

"Im sorry, but i've got to go. You got what you wanted" i shrugged pointing at the papers on the table, he folded them neatly and tucked them back inside his jacket.

"Thank you"

"Can i ask you something?"

"Anything"

"Why now? You didn't bother for 7 years"

"Ive been seeing someone..... its getting kinda serious now...."

"Right, i get it. Your ready for a new wife...." i shook my head suddenly feeling very sad about my past life with Chris "i didn't even get the chance to be your wife.... not really. That ain't worth shit" i pointed towards his jacket where i knew the papers were.

"Its not like that Y/N i swear, i just.... i want the option to be there if the time comes"

"Well i hope it works out better for you this time. Look i have to go......"

"Right okay, sorry. I'll get out of your way" he got up quickly and followed me through the kitchen and to the front door.

"It was good to see you, make sure you file those this time" i said as he walked towards his car.

"You got it, it was great seeing you too" he smiled before getting in his car and driving off.

"Hey Ma!" I called walking into my mom's house.

"Your late" she called from the sofa, i made my way to her and dropped down next to her.

"I know im sorry, you'll never guess who just turned up at my house??!"

"Who?"

"He who shall not be named!" I said quietly, my mom's eyes widened as she gasped "you mean...."

"Yep!" I nodded "turns out we've been married the last 7 years! He never filed.... he came by to ask me to sign them again"

"That boy has some nerve showing up here...."

"Yep"

"Did you sign them?"

"Of course i did"

"Just like that?"

"Yeah, just like that" i shrugged "like i told him, i already thought it was done and over with, i haven't seen him in 7 years.... why wouldn't i sign them"

"Sweetheart....." my mom started to say something but was interrupted by the excited yell of 'MOM!" right before a small body crashed into mine.

"Hey buddy" i laughed hugging my baby close "have you been behaving for nana?"

"Yep, i'm always good" he rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around me "i missed you mom"

"I saw you yesterday baby" i chuckled running my hand through his brown hair before kissing the top of his head.

"I still missed you"

"Awww ain't you cute! I missed you too".

"Hey! I thought you liked staying with me? We had so much fun" my mom said trying to act offended but smiled when Mason started laughing.

"We had fun Nana, but i missed my mom" he looked up at me with his big blue eyes and i felt my heart swell with love for my baby boy.... well he wasn't a baby anymore, it was hard to believe he'd be turning 6 in a few days.... how time flies.

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Day 7

Favorite Series

I think its no surprise that sekaiichi hatsukoi is my favorite series @sihjrweek ❤❤ this has been fun! Thank you everyone for your nice words about my fics which ended up becoming a 'they never broke up' au lmao and thank you @sekaiichis for hosting 💕💖💕

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Onodera Ritsu was an easily flustered man. So, it was moments like this when his lover was asleep that he took the opportunity to admire him. Normally, Ritsu wouldn't be able to so blatantly stare without his boyfriend making some sort of comment. So, the brunette had to take what he could get. The aforementioned boyfriend, Takano Masamune, was very handsome after all. Not that Ritsu could ever let him know that. He already had such a big head.

Yes, Takano and not Saga, but Ritsu and his high school sweetheart hadn't suffered a breakup. In fact, his high school sweetheart was the one in bed with him right now. Unfortunately, Masamune's parents had gone through a divorce and Masamune found out the man who raised him was not his real father. Thus, the name change. It had been a difficult time, to say the least. It was not something either of them enjoyed reminiscing about.

Ritsu had been very worried when Masamune told him everything that happened with his parents. He was concerned not only for Masamune's well being, but also for their relationship. Masamune had the tendency to push everyone away when he was hurting.

Ritsu had been afraid of being annoying or making things worse, but he stayed by Masamune's side through the whole thing whether he wanted him to or not. There had been definite moments of tensions, moments where Ritsu thought Masamune might be slipping away from him, but in the end they got through it together.

The habit of carrying all your burdens by yourself was one that both Ritsu and Masamune had to overcome, neither of them used to relying on someone else during rough times, but a lot had changed over these past 8 years. That included Ritsu moving into Masamune's apartment after he graduated from his University. Masamune had offered Ritsu to move in with him much sooner than that and as much as Ritsu would have liked that, Ritsu knew he'd never get any schoolwork done with Masamune around.

Ritsu sighed contently as he watched Masamune sleep, reaching out to gently brush some of his hair out of his eyes. He smiled affectionately, his hand moving down to cup his cheek with a feather-light touch.

Masamune turned his head and kissed the palm of his hand, making Ritsu jump. "Good morning." He greeted gruffly, his voice rough from just waking up.

"G-g-good m-morning." Ritsu went to pull his hand away, but Masamune held on to it and continued to press kisses against it.

"Please, feel free to keep staring." He said between kisses.

"I was NOT staring." Ritsu quickly denied.

"Mm, you're getting better at lying. Should I be worried?" Masamune asked.

"Shut up." Ritsu said.

Masamune smiled tiredly. They both had today off, so he was looking forward to spending the day with the brunette. Both men worked as editors, Ritsu working for his father's company in the literature department and Masamune working for a magazine called Weekly Earth, but both of them were starting to consider leaving their positions due to trouble with coworkers.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Masamune asked.

"I thought it was my turn to make breakfast."

"I don't mind."

"Just say you hate my cooking." Ritsu said, making Masamune laugh.

"Yeah, I hate your cooking."

"Jerk."

"You know I'm joking." Masamune gave another sleepy grin. "But if you wanna cook that bad, be my guest." He said.

Ritsu sat up and stretched a little. "I'm gonna shower first."

"Is that an invitation?"

"No." Ritsu rolled his eyes, used to the casual perversion.

"What if I crash the party anyways?"

"Go back to sleep if you're gonna be annoying." Ritsu stood, his words holding no real bite.

Masamune laid there contently, watching Ritsu walk off to the bathroom before he rolled over to grab his phone. He scrolled mindlessly for a couple minutes before Ritsu's ringtone went off. He set his own phone aside to check the caller ID, wondering if it was An or another friend of Ritsu's that he knew.

Mom

Masamune frowned and rolled back over to face away from it. 8 years later and Masamune still hadn't met Ritsu's parents. Ritsu had met his mom in high school, albeit it was an accident. Masamune thought the two of them would be alone all night and his mom ended up coming home while Masamune was being very affectionate with Ritsu on the couch.

It had gone okay after Ritsu stopped losing his mind and Masamune had gotten over the embarrassment. Masamune didn't have a lot shame, but no one wanted their mom to walk in on them making out with their partner.

Kotoko had been certainly shocked at first and while she didn't love the idea of Masamune having a boyfriend, she was not going to try to get in the way.

Ritsu probably only saw her once more after that, but it made sense since Kotoko was not heavily involved in Masamune's life, if at all.

Ritsu's mother on the other hand...

Ritsu visited his parents' house about once a month, though somehow he managed to keep them from coming over here, and he got frequent calls from his mother, usually about marriage. That silly engagement between An and Ritsu had ended a while ago, but that didn't stop Youko from trying. She was starting to try to set up match making sessions as well.

Masamune sighed, some of his good mood stolen from him as he stood and put a shirt on. He then slid into the bathroom to brush his teeth, Ritsu already in the shower with the curtain closed.

"I come in peace." Masamune said before he grabbed his toothbrush.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Yeah, but you forget that you think way too loudly. You were definitely yelling something in your mind about me being a pervert." Masamune said, his tone giving away his amusement.

Ritsu just grumbled something intelligible as Masamune brushed his teeth. The older man actually kept true to his word and didn't jump Ritsu in the shower, even if he wanted to. Instead he left to go into the kitchen.

Masamune decided he was too impatient to wait for Ritsu to finish his shower, so he put on a pot of coffee before starting breakfast.

"You do hate my cooking." Ritsu said, coming into the kitchen just as Masamune plated the food.

"I didn't feel like waiting." Masamune shrugged. "You want coffee?"

"I shouldn't." Ritsu sighed. He was getting addicted to the stuff.

"So, that's a yes?" Masamune asked, already pouring the hot drink into two mugs, adding creamer and sugar to Ritsu's and leaving his own black. They sat down together, Ritsu thanking Masamune for the meal.

The two ate in silence, which wasn't unusual, but Ritsu could tell there was something on Masamune's mind. He seemed a little more spacey and there were no attempts to hold his hand or make any flirty comments, which just wasn't like Masamune at all.

"What's wrong?" Ritsu asked.

"Hm? Nothing, nothing's wrong, I was just thinking..." He trailed off, taking a deep breath and bracing himself for the response he might get. "You...want to marry me, right?"

"M-M-Marry you?!" Ritsu was glad he hadn't been drinking or eating at that moment because he surely would've choked on it.

"Yeah, not right now, I want to propose in a more romantic way than that, but like...you do want to marry me, right?"

Ritsu blushed a deep red. Masamune had to fight back a smile at the sight. It was nice to know that after so many years Masamune could still make him blush like that.

"Y-Yes, o-of course I want to marry you, b-but why are you suddenly asking about this?" He asked.

"...Your mom called while you were in the shower." Masamune said honestly.

"Eh?! Did you pick up?" Ritsu asked. Did Masamune talk to his mom? Not only that, but did Masamune talk to his mom about MARRIAGE?!

"No, I didn't, but I know she's always trying to set you up and it just made me start thinking about us." Masamune said. "I want to marry you, Ritsu. I want that more than anything in the world and honestly I want to do it soon. The only thing that could make me happier than waking up next to you is waking up next to you as your husband." Masamune paused briefly before he spoke again. "But, unless we're going to have some sort of secret ceremony...I need to meet your parents."

'A secret ceremony wouldn't be too bad, would it?' Ritsu thought. It sounded like a great idea! He was in no way, shape or form prepared for Masamune to meet his parents! Oh God, Ritsu felt like he was forgetting how to breathe.

"Hey." Masamune recognized that panicked expression, reaching out to hold his hand tightly. "It doesn't have to be today, tomorrow, or this week. It doesn't even have to be this month. And you have to remember that you're not alone in this. We're gonna get through this together."

Ritsu took a deep breath and nodded. As terrified as he was, he knew Masamune was right. His parents were constantly asking to visit his new apartment, his mother was still trying to set him up with women, and Ritsu wanted to take the next step in his relationship with Masamune. None of that would be resolved until Masamune met them.

"Okay...so, what's the plan? For when you meet them."

"I'll dazzle them with my charm, of course. Your dad will be begging to give me his blessing to marry you."

Ritsu laughed, making Masamune smile. "And if you somehow don't dazzle them and this blows up in our faces?"

"Impossible."

"I'm serious, Masamune...they could disown me." Ritsu's smile was gone now.

"I know. And if that happens, there isn't really anything we can do about it. But, in the end it's their loss and I think they'd eventually realize that." Masamune said.

"And if they don't?"

"I'm not gonna lie or try to sugarcoat it, it'll fucking suck. It'll hurt. You'll feel betrayed and abandoned and angry, but you won't feel like that forever. Trust me when I say you eventually stop caring about your shitty parents."

Ritsu took another breath and squeezed Masamune hand. "I'm visiting them for dinner next week. Come with me."

"You're sure you'll be ready by then?"

"I'll be scared, but...I want to marry you, Masamune. I've wanted to since I was a kid and I don't want to wait much longer."

Masamune couldn't help but to smile. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Once they were finished breakfast, Masamune insisted on cleaning even though he had cooked.

'If he does this too often I'll get spoiled.' Ritsu thought as he went back into his room to grab his phone. He went to 'missed calls' and dialed his mother back.

"Good morning, mom." He greeted when she picked up. He spoke quickly before she could go off on some tangent about some 'lovely young lady' she'd recently met. "About dinner next week...there's someone I'd like you to meet."

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Starting Over Chapter 39

I woke up wrapped in the security of Bucky’s arms - and wearing my nightclothes which I have to admit took a few extra beats to catch up to remembering the cause - but his lips were on mine and it didn’t matter why.  Nightclothes, late nights, even gunshot victims sleeping their pain meds off on our couch didn’t matter - not when Bucky was kissing me awake.  

“Brooke!,” the tiny voice that called my name had both mine and Bucky’s eyes snapping open and widening. “Buck kissed you up like Rora in Sleepin’ Beauty.” And then a round of toddler giggles that had both of us pulling away with what I had to think was a silent prayer of gratitude for our fucking nightclothes.  

There, with her tiny chin propped on Bucky’s side of our bed and her dark eyes staring up at us, was Bryn.  And now that we were WIDE awake, I could hear voices downstairs - and if I wasn’t completely fucking insane - I was hearing MORE than just Connie and Sharon’s.  

While I kept Bryn occupied, Bucky slid out of my side of the bed.  A three year old does NOT need to see what Bucky Barnes is packing early in the morning, trust me.  I pulled her up into the bed with me and grabbed the remote to the TV.

“What do you want to watch?”  After putting it on her favorite early morning cartoon, I settled back against the headboard and smiled when I realized that Byrn had compared Bucky to a prince.  “Bryn?”  She hummed and I slid my fingers through her loose curls.  “What’s the prince’s name in Sleeping Beauty?”

“Phillip.” It didn’t come from Bryn.  It came from the doorway and a very masculine voice.  I glanced over to where Bucky stood, fully dressed now and I grinned with a raised eyebrow.  “What? She told me while we were talking about her dolls and our tea party.”  

I nodded and he came over to join us.  “Did you do any recon?”  He snorted.  “What would you call it? Super sneaky Winter Soldier ninja snooping?”  

Shaking his head, he kissed me again.  “I did.”  He sighed.  “Sam, Chris, Carrie, Connie, and Sharon.”  I knew my eyes were wide enough to be in threat of falling out of my head, but for fuck’s sake.  “Come on, Bryn,” he held out his arms and she hopped up and jumped into them.  “Let’s go downstairs and see if we can get some breakfast ready for Brooke while she gets ready for the day.”  

I contemplated staying in bed.  Our house had been invaded - and while I’d sworn that I’d answer my phone and door, I hadn’t been given the OPTION of answering - they’d just barged right the fuck in.  Giving myself about five minutes to stew and wallow, I finally rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes to toss on.  A stop in the bathroom to brush my hair and my teeth and then downstairs to meet the invaders.

They were in the kitchen - ALL of them.  Gathered around the table and island, watching as Bucky worked on another omelet - omelets I corrected as I came in and moved closer to him.  Sam was drinking coffee, and I almost asked where he’d gotten it since he was drinking out of one of my mugs, but then I noticed that someone had started up my parents’ coffee maker.  I hadn’t tossed it out, of course I also didn’t buy coffee for it - Connie shook her head and nodded toward the bags of groceries that she’d clearly put away before we woke up.

“Morning,” I greeted our guests, “everyone.” Started strong, but the landing left something to be desired.  “To what do we owe this -”

“Well,” Connie came over and wrapped her arm around my neck.  “I knew that you probably hadn’t had a chance to go shopping for groceries since you got back.” Whispering very quietly in my ear that she knew exactly WHY I hadn’t and she APPROVED of why.  “I thought I’d do a run while Bryn and I were out -”

“We saw how much she grabbed and -” Chris volunteered, grins growing.  Such good samaritans and great friends.   “We couldn’t let her struggle.  She had her own stuff, yours, AND Bryn.”  

Carried piped up, “we stopped by her house and dropped hers off first.  When we got here, Sam had just arrived.”  She was beaming - and why not?  She just met the new Captain America, after all.  

“Since I have a key for emergencies,” Connie finished the tale with a shrug.  

I nodded.  “You have a key for emergencies and groceries are an emergency.”  Bucky’s shoulders were shaking, and I knew he was enjoying this shit immensely.  “And letting Captain America in - I mean, I’m sure he made it sound like it was an emergency.”  

Sam was taking a drink when I said it and he snorted, spewing coffee just a bit.  “Don’t make it sound like I was being all sneaky or something, Brooke.” He sputtered.  

I raised an eyebrow and reached for one of my tea towels.  Tossing it to him, I waited while he cleaned up.  “It’s broad daylight, I highly doubt you were being sneaky, Sam.”  He nodded.  “So?” 

“So?”  Confusion glowed on his face. 

“The reason for your visit?”  

“Ah,” I shook my head as realization dawned on his face.  “Sarah -” shit the print, but he went on.  “She and I wanted to invite you and Bucky to a celebration back home.”  

They were planning on a huge party in Delacroix - and for good reason - hometown boy makes VERY good.  And now that they weren’t selling the boat, or house, I could see why they’d want to have a party. Bucky glanced at me over his shoulder, wanting my input on whether we should go or not, but in this instance the ball was in his court.  

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, plating our breakfast - for all eight of us - and lining them up on the island for us to carry into the dining room.  “We’ll drive down.”

“Drive?”  Sam was curious, carrying his plate and refilled cup of coffee into the dining room.  “Renting a car instead of flying?”  

We settled around the table and I shook my head when Bucky moved to sit at one of the sides.  “Head, Bucky.”  His eyes went wide, but I stood firm.  OUR house, and he was the man of it.  Everyone waited to tuck in until he sat, and then I took my seat.  “Yes, drive, Sam.”  I smiled across the table at Bucky, who was staring at me like he was amazed by me again.  “We like to take our time - Bucky and me.”  That got a few chuckles, but then everyone took a bite of their food and suddenly no one was laughing - because once again they were surprised by Bucky Barnes.  

Our guests didn’t stay too long.  Bryn understood that it wasn’t the day for our tea party, since she hadn’t brought along any princesses for it.  I watched as Bucky got down on his knee to have a long conversation with her - privately, they told the rest of us, and I smiled when she hugged him tight at the end of it.  

“I think Bucky has a fan,” Sam was beside me, watching Bryn with Bucky.  “Seeing him like this -”

I felt my smile growing. I loved hearing anyone’s tone change to reflect them seeing him in a new light.  “You think this is the Bucky that Steve knew, don’t you?”  He hummed an affirmative.  “It is,” I bit my lip as Buck turned, his gaze meeting mine.  “He’s always been there, Sam.  Just took him a little longer to surface than he expected.”  Bucky came closer to include me in Bryn’s goodbye hug, and got me to promise her that sleepover too, despite my misgivings.  A kiss to her soft cheek and she was handed off to Connie.  

“We’ll let you two get back to -” I rolled my eyes as Connie waggled her eyes in her attempt at being suggestive.  “Bye, Brookie.” She was grinning when she gave Bucky his own parting, then Chris and Carrie gave us a less gregarious, but no less friendly goodbye, leaving just Sharon and Sam behind.  

“And then there were two,” I murmured, getting a chuckle from Bucky, coupled with a soft sigh.  

“I heard that,” Sam offered, carrying a stack of dirty dishes to the kitchen and shooting Sharon a dirty look when she hissed while she tried to grab some to help.  “Sit your wounded ass down.”  

She glared at him, but with a hand on her side, complied.  “Hey,” I got her attention and tilted my head toward the hall bathroom.  “Want me to have a peek at your bandage?”  

“Do you have -” she bit her lip, and I nearly laughed at her conundrum.  Does she insult me by asking if I have first aid experience after I gave her clothing and a roof over her head or does she humor me?  

“I took some classes,” I assured her.  “My parents liked to make sure all the bases were covered.”  Helping her carefully to her feet, I got her to the bathroom where one of the many family first aid kits lived.  Opening it up and setting it on the countertop, I saw her eyes widen.  “I told you - my parents liked to keep the bases covered.”  Our first aid kits weren’t something you bought at a local pharmacy or online.  “Mom was an RN,” I gestured for her to take her place on the toilet seat again.  “She made sure to keep me up to date on my safety classes.”  Every CPR class, first aid requirement, and anything else she imagined a layperson might need - she signed me up for.  I helped Sharon with the loose shirt Bucky had grabbed out of my drawer, and smiled at the wrapping the ER had put on her wound.  “Good news,” I bent down and took a closer look.  “You haven’t started bleeding through the packing and wraps, so I don’t have to rewrap you.” She sighed and I chuckled.  “Damn it,” I glanced up to see her looking down at me wearily.  “I kind of hoped to use you for practice.”  

She shook her head and a tiny smile threatened to creep onto her lips.  “It hurts like hell though.”  She started to pull the shirt back into place.  “Gonna make getting back on the road a trial,” I was just opening my mouth to tell her she didn’t have to rush when she stopped me.  “Thank you, Brooke, for your and Bucky’s generosity and hospitality, but trust me, I should go - and soon.”  

I nodded, standing up to help her to her feet.  She was taller than me, just like every other person in my life.  “Take my number,” I watched as she pulled a phone from her pocket and I rattled off the number while she tapped it into the contacts.  “If you need me or us -”

“Thank you,” she smiled, a small one, but I thought it might be genuine.  “Steve would have liked you.”  

“So I’ve heard,” I shook my head and put the first aid kit away.  “Do you need another change of clothes?”  Sharon wouldn’t hear of taking more from me, and insisted that she had a car coming to take her away.  “If you’re sure -”

“I am.” We left the bathroom to the sounds of Bucky and Sam in the kitchen, soft music not hiding the sounds of them bickering over how to fill the dishwasher.  “You’re going to have your hands full.”  

“Yeah, I do,” I agreed, shaking my head as I listened to the two of them, their back and forth, and thinking that they sounded more and more like brothers.  “I think they’re getting more -”

“Partners,” Sharon nodded.  “They’re a team now.”  

“Scary.” I heard a soft knock on the door and Bucky’s head appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room.  “I think -”

“It’s for me,” Sharon offered, hand back on her wound.  “Time for me to go.”  

“You sure?”  It was Sam who asked, coming up on Bucky’s left, arms crossed over his chest.  “You could stay, I could always -”

“I think you’re making enough waves, Cap.”  I bit my lip at Sharon using the nickname so soon.  “I can wait for my pardon.”  She was moving toward the living room, with me behind her in case she stumbled.  “I’ll just grab my small pile of stuff and be out of your way.”  She grabbed her clothes - the ones she’d changed out of and turned to find me waiting at a close distance.  “Hovering?  That’s a very Steve Rogers trait, Brooke.”  I rolled my eyes.  “I’ll be fine,” she assured me, moving her hand from the bandaged side and sighing.  “Keep those two out of trouble.”

“Yeah, right.”  I muttered, opening my arms, thinking what the hell - a hug was warranted.  She allowed it, awkward though it was.  “Stay safe, Sharon.”  

“I’ll try.” She murmured. “You too, ok?”  

I nodded and then she pulled away.  I busied myself with the living room while she said her goodbyes to Sam and Bucky, thinking that less was more in the case of Sharon Carter leaving our house.  I had just folded up the blanket and put it with the pillow when I heard the front door open and close.  

“And then there was one,” Bucky murmured, wrapping his arms around me.  “What do you think the chances are that Sam goes home to prepare for the celebration and lets us follow behind?”

“Slim and none,” Sam offered, leaning against the archway between the living room and the entryway.  “Sarah doesn’t need me to plan a party, and I have a couple loose ends to tie up here in NYC, so -”

“Don’t put away the blanket and pillow, Brooke,” Bucky kissed my cheek.  “The couch has a new guest.”

[the-record]

Love at First Sight (2)

Category: FLUFF ABSOLUTE FLUFF

Warnings: None (In this part.)

Spencer Reid x Fem! reader

A/N: Hey! This is a totally fluff slow burn. There will be multiple parts bc I suck that way. Enjoy!

Gif not mine

“Hey genius!” That had become your nickname for him, he didn’t seem to care that you called him that but never gave you one. “Pen invited us out for drinks, you coming?” He nodded and smiled a little.

“Sure.” You got all excited and pulled him towards the elevator, desperate to get to the bar. “But I’m not drinking.” You look at him disappointed and pouting.

“Spencer please?” He shook his head no.

“Someone has to make sure that you Garcia, and JJ don’t get too drunk. Or if you do, Derek can’t take all of you home. So, no drinks for me.” You threw your head back. 

“Fine, but next time we can take a cab and I am getting you drunk!” He smiled and the two of you walked out together. Nothing more than friends.

***

“There are my two favorite angels! Y/N come with me to get us all drinks, we have been waiting for you.” Garcia says pulling you towards the bar, eager to get you away from the team. “So, Reid drove you here? Oooooh.” 

“Are you sure you haven’t had anything to drink? You seem tipsy to me.” She shakes her head.

“Not even a sip.” She orders drinks for everyone, getting you an insanely alcoholic drink.

“I’m gonna get you back for this Pen, don’t forget it.” You push her shoulder and help her take over drinks, handing JJ hers.

“Oh thank you love, I need it desperately. I have not had more than a small glass of wine in months.” JJ says kissing you on the cheek. Se cared for you like a mom, making sure you were always ok and not hurt with the occasional teasing.

“Of course JJ. Please don’t let Garcia get more then 3 drinks in me, I am not in the mood for a hangover.” She smiles and nods but you knew that you would end up with more than 3 very strong drinks in you system by the end of the night. 

***

“Y/N what drink number is that?” You smile at Spencer who was counting the glasses on your table knowing that at least a third of them were yours. “Ok, it’s time to get you girls home.” He went to get Derek is you started your next drink which was quickly pulled out of your hands. 

“Hey baby girl. Come on let’s get you home. JJ, Hotch will take you home, good night pretty girl.” Derek says to you kissing your head, as Spencer tried to hold you up.

“Come one, my car is right outside.” You nod but can hold yourself up somehow making it to the car. “I am taking you to my apartment so you don’t do anything you regret in the morning.” He says buckling your seatbelt as you nod yourself to sleep. When you wake up again it’s because you could feel someone carrying you. You opened your eyes to see Spencer.

“Spencer...” He shushes you and tells you to go back to sleep and you do as he says.

***

When you wake up you feel like absolute shit. You know where you are, Spencer’s apartment, but his side of the bed is neat so you assume he slept on the couch.

“Good morning.” You roll your eyes at him as you make coffee for the two of you.

“I told JJ no more than 3 drinks. 3 drinks. You’re in charge next time because obviously it’s not a good idea to trust a drunk JJ.” You see your phone on the counter and there are a couple of texts. 

Garcia: Well well well, someone got into Spencer's arms last night!

Derek: Hey loser, make sure to drink some water and eat food. Soak up the alcohol in your system love you.

JJ: I’m not sorry about last night, someone got taken home by Spencer, thank me later.

You knew exactly what they were talking about with Spencer but it wasn’t like that. You were just friends. And besides, you were coworkers.

You bring him his coffee and sugar as you sip yours. 

“Thanks.” He says as you hand him the mug. He is sitting in an arm chair reading a book as he drinks it. You sit next to him on the arm of the chair.

“What book is that?” He looks up at you showing the cover. “Well well well, Sherlock Holmes. Very good series.” He smiles and you return. 

“Thought I should re-read them considering how much you like them.” You can feel your cheeks go red.

“Uh, what d-do you have to eat here?” He points to his cabinet.

“There is some pancake mix in there. Pans and mixing bowls in the cabinet by the stove.” You head to the kitchen and whisk the mix before turning on a burner and pouring some on a greased pan. You flip it to reveal a perfect golden side. 

You finish up the batter and put half on a plate for him and half on a plate for you. He is now sitting at his desk and you bring his plate over to him. He perfectly golden pancakes are cover with syrup and there are utensils next to him. Yours are the same.

“Didn’t know you could cook.” You laugh a little.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say I could cook. Pancakes were the go to breakfast food when we had time. Weekends, snow days, summer, sleepovers. Any time we could make them, we did. Got pretty good at knowing when to flip them so they were cooked but not burnt.” He smiles at this. He was totally gonna hold this above your head.

“Next time I want some pancakes, you have to make them for me considering I had to take you home very drunk last night.” You chuckle at this.

“Deal.” You hear your phone buzz on the counter and walk over to grab it. JJ is calling you. “Hey J what’s up?” You sigh and Spencer can already tell what’s coming. “Yeah yeah I will let him know. See you it 40.” You hang up.

“Case?” You nod.

“They said they can fill us in on the jet we just need to get ready to go.” He nods and you do your best to throw yourself together putting on yesterdays clothes since you had decided to start keeping pajamas at Spencer incase something like this, you getting sickly drunk, happens. Which did pretty often. 

***

“Morning.” You say as you walk in, Spencer behind you. 

“Late night?” Morgan laughs at the redness of your eyes and coffee in hand. Your second cup of the day.

“I will beat your ass Morgan. And yeah, since JJ, didn’t stop me at 3 drinks.” She shrugs with a smirk on her face. Hotch comes into view.

“I will discuss you two later,” looking at you and Spencer, “Now, Y/L/N and Spencer, grab your go bags let’s go.” You take a deep breath preparing for the teasing.

***

Hotch had finished briefing you guys and telling us what you would do when you  landed. You felt sick, like you could throw up so you sat next to Spencer on the couch and tried to sleep but the motion just made it worse. Your head laid on his shoulder, a usual spot for you to sleep. He put his arm around you bringing you in close which shocked you. 

“Hey love birds.” Morgan says as he sits in front of you two. You look at him.

“Morgan I swear to god I will kill you, go away.” He laughs.

“Alright alright, chill out. What’d you two do last night after he took you home?

“He took me over to his place, I slept is his bed he slept on the couch like normal. He woke up before me, I made us coffee and pancakes because I was hungry. Penelope called me to tell me there was a case, we got ready and left. Happy? Now please, I feel like shit so let me sleep. Leave me alone.” Derek’s smile disappears slightly.

“Fine. Get some rest, we need you at your best when we land.” You smile a little and lay on Spencer’s shoulder, falling asleep quickly.  

***

It had been days since you had arrived. A serial killer was targeting families with 1 child and happily married parents. You were assigned to work on the geological profile with Spencer. It wasn’t your strong suit but the two of you put your heads together. You felt a phone buzz as you wrote something down. “Hey what’s up?”  

“They found another victim.” You look at Spencer disappointed.

“Ok, send me the location. Oh and have Garcia find out some stuff about the victim, see if there are any connections now.” You hang up the phone.

“That was JJ. They found another victim. He is sending me the location now.” He nods. “Spencer, can you pass me a pen?” You hand was behind you as you stared at the map and when he handing it to you, you started to mark some points down. When you connected them they made a star with one missing point. It was a single family house. “Spencer, call me Hotch, now. I know who the next victim is.  

“Hey love.” You called Garcia to get some information.

“How can I assist you my angel?” She responds.

“Hey I need some information on an address. 20973 Rockstone Lane. I need a phone number and to know who lives there.” You sigh. “They’re the next victims.” She immediately gets to work. You don’t hang up your phone and grab your gun and badge.  

“Spencer, let’s go. We can meet them up there we are closer. Garcia is getting me a number, hopefully we can warn them.” He grabs your arm.

“Are you sure?” He looks concerned. This case was important to you. The killer had been shooting the parents and torturing the child. It was messing you up and everyone could see it.

“Spencer, grab your gun let’s go.” He nods and heads to the car.  

“Hey beautiful I got a number. Sending it now.” She hung up and you dialed the number she sent you.

“Hello?” It was a woman, there was a T.V. on in the background.  

“Hello. Ma’am I’m Agent Y/L/N with the FBI. I need you to listen very carefully. Get your husband and child and hide. My team is on my way and we will be there soon.”

“What? Why?” You heard screams and looked at Spencer nervously.  

“Ma’am? Hello?” The phone hang up. “Spencer, step on it.” He turned on the sirens and went faster, something he had never done. You arrived and saw a van out front. “I’m going in Spence, we can’t wait any longer.”  

“Y/N, wait! They will be here in like 2 seconds, you aren’t going in alone.” You heard guns shots and your mind took over. You jumped out of the car hearing your name being called. The door was closed but unlocked and in front of you were the parents, the child not in sight. Next to them was a man holding them at gun point. You knew him, you had interviewed him just days before.  

“Jacob, you don’t have to do this.” You remembered everything about him. His parents had hurt him as a child and he wanted others to feel his pain. It all clicked as you saw him. “Jacob, one way or another you are getting out of here. You decide whether it’s dead or alive.” He pointed his gun at you.  

“You don’t understand. These people don’t deserve their child. They aren’t good people.” You slowly set your gun down.  

“Jacob, lower your gun.” He held his finger on the trigger about to pull it. “Jacob. Let them go. Think about what you are doing to their child? Leaving them without their caretakers, torturing them. Jacob you know what that’s like to not have people that care for you. Don’t do this.” He started to lower his gun but raised it again, pulling the trigger and hitting your arm as Derek tackled him.

You felt someone behind you. “Don’t worry about me. Go help the parents and find the kid.” Derek had put Jacob in cuffs and Spencer was helping the parents. Hotch came up to you. “I’m fine. Really. I can wait we have to go find the kid.” He shook his head.  

“The medics are outside. Let’s go.” He grabbed your other arm so you had to walk with him to get checked out. Lucky for you the bullet had just grazed you arm, it still took some skin but nothing serious. As they finished bandaging you up Spencer came to sit next to you.  

“I’m fine genius. Just grazed my skin.” He still looked concerned.

“Good job. I heard you talking there and uh, just wanted to say you were brave. I shouldn’t have tried to stop you and I’m sorry I was just-” You interrupt him.

“It’s fine. You were probably right but I don’t know. Something just, took over me. I didn’t even realize I was running off. Don’t worry.” He smiles and I squeeze his hand.

On the jet you sat in a chair towards the back where no one else was. You felt someone looking at you only to see Hotch. “Aaron please.” He sits in front of me. “You would have done the same thing. I heard the gun go off and we couldn’t risk waiting. He could have already killed them and gotten ready to do something to the kid. I couldn’t let that happen. I mean, what if he had already killed the kid when we had heard the gunshot? Aaron-” He stops your rambling.

“Good job today. You shouldn’t have gone in without back up, but you saved lives today. I’m more thinking about you and Spencer almost missing the flight. If you two are in a relationship I need to know.” I look at my hands.

“No, we are not in a relationship. We were late because I was hungover and had to get ready in 5 minutes so we could make it in time. I’m sorry it won’t happen again.” He nods and walks away. All you could think about was Spencer. He definitely didn’t like me like that. We are just friends. Right?

[cheerfulmelancholies]

Medical Mechanical-Ch. 5

Diana sped home, hair trailing behind her. She didn't bother to stick around; Ethan had made it very clear that he wasn't sharing any info on school grounds or via text message. She told him to text her when he wanted to meet up and left it at that. As she rode home, she thought about how her father had been acting. Aside from being exhausted, there was nothing unusual about him.

She slowed to a stop on South Mitchell, gazing up at the heavily guarded cement block on the hill. According to Ethan, it really was a cement prison. No doors, no windows, no pipes... She wasn't about to call him a liar but that was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. How were people getting in then? Where did her father go, if not inside? It bothered her more than it should.

She spent a few more moments watching the bustle around the facility, likely caused by Ethan's recent adventure, before settling on the reasonable conclusion that there was an underground entrance. She pedaled on home.

The text came unexpectedly, when she was getting ready for bed. After giving up on waiting to hear from her father, she'd put the leftover dinner in the fridge and was about to get undressed. Picking up the phone, she frowned at the question.

"How's your dad?" it read.

"He's not here," she sent back. After some hesitation, "I haven't seen him once today."

"Ok."

She waited for more but nothing else came. Brows furrowed, she asked if everything was alright.

"My mom's been awfully happy today."

"And that's bad?" She was confused. He had said his mother was acting weird, was this what he meant?

"You don't know my mother," came the response. "She's been like this since she started working overtime."

Diana grew cold and looked at the clock. Her father had been gone for well over eighteen hours. He'd been out of the house sometime before six and it was now going on eleven. That was bizarre, considering that he was supposed to have a nine to five day job. These past couple of weeks had seen him gone for increasingly longer amounts of time.

"Don't say stuff like that, you're starting to scare me here," she texted back, chewing her lip.

"Sorry, I just had to know if it was only me who was noticing this stuff."

The door opened and she heard the heavy footsteps of her father. "I'll text you later; my dad's back."

"Ok."

"Dad!" she called, trampling down the stairs. She saw the way he looked and lowered her voice. He had another migraine. "How are you?"

"I'm alright," he muttered, rubbing at his temples.

"How was work?"

"Same." He stalked past her to go to his room.

"You, uh, feeling okay?"

"Headache." He started up the stairs.

"You always have a headache."

He caught the way she was looking at him and stopped, halfway to the second story. "Is there something you need, pumpkin?" She wasn't normally this intrusive. She looked worried but he was too exhausted to let his paternal instincts kick in.

"I'm just making sure you're ok, that's all."

"I'm fine," he said, starting up again. "Sorry for the grouchiness; I'm just really tired."

"You're always tired," she mumbled once he was gone. Taking her phone out, she sent one final text to Ethan.

"Dad's the same as always. Let me know if you need anything, otherwise I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Night."

She gripped her phone as she trudged back up the stairs to her own room. Staring at her father's bedroom door, she wondered if this was how he had always been, or if she'd just missed the change.

The next morning Diana awoke to the smell of breakfast. She heard the sizzle of bacon downstairs and rolled over to read her clock, certain she was imagining things. When the dream didn't end and she confirmed the time with her phone, she got up. She padded downstairs and saw her father in the kitchen, cooking bacon and eggs.

Daniel turned to grab a sip of coffee and caught sight of Diana. "Mornin'," he said around the rim of the mug.

"Hey." She was still unsettled by Ethan's story. She watched her dad's back as he continued to cook. "You seem energetic today."

"Do I?" He was on his third cup of joe and still couldn't get his thoughts in order. He had passed out as soon as he hit the bed but felt like he hadn't slept at all.

"You're making breakfast, so..."

"Speaking of, you want an omelette?" He was sure there was some cheese and peppers in the fridge; nothing special, but enough for a decent meal.

Diana opened the fridge and showed him the empty crisper as well as the lack of cheese. Aside from the half-finished gallon of milk, a few eggs and the leftovers they'd been eating the last couple days, the appliance was barren.

Daniel went to say something, then stopped. His brows furrowed as he recalled getting the food on the griddle out of the fridge. He was certain he'd seen-

"You haven't been to the store in a minute, Dad," Diana said, reading his thoughts. "You used up the rest of the cheese and that on Monday."

He did. He remembered now. He'd been standing just like this, making almost exactly the same thing. He felt a strong bout of deja vu as he glanced at his attire. He might've been wearing the same suit too.

Diana saw his gaze roam over his clothes and knew it was only a matter of time before he headed out to work. He was probably only sticking around this long because he felt guilty about the last couple of nights. She jolted when her phone buzzed; she'd forgotten she was still holding it.

Despite how tired he felt, Daniel watched his daughter type something on her phone, keenly aware of how involved she was. She was texting someone, if the way it would frequently ding was anything to go by. Every few seconds she would glance up at him, as if she was confirming something. The exchange went on for another minute before she remembered where she was.

"What?" she asked his suspicious expression.

"Sometimes I forget you actually know how to use that thing." She quirked a brow. "Who were ya texting?"

"No one. Just someone from school."

"And, uh, who might this someone be?"

"The bacon's gonna burn," she said, ignoring his prying eyes. She was glad her father was still himself, though she wouldn't tell him that.

Daniel hummed before turning back to the griddle. "I've gotta get to work in a bit, pumpkin, so I'll leave you to your day. You got homework?" Right as he finished, her phone went off again.

"No... Not really," she muttered, distracted. "Hey, I'm gonna go out for a bit. I wanna hang with some friends. We've, uh, got this project to do and..." She trailed off once she saw the look on his face. "What's that for?"

"As anti-social as you are, I'm amazed by this sudden change in attitude. I thought you hated people, especially the ones at your school."

"Yeah, well, not everyone's bad," she forced herself not to blush at the thought of Ethan.

Daniel caught her discomfort and allowed a small smile. "Funny, you never mentioned a project before."

"You never pay much mind to me, so you wouldn't have known even if I'd told you."

"You usually complain," he retorted, making plates for the two of them. "I'm always privy to your gripes."

"Well, I didn't wanna bug you," she said, taking a seat at the table. "You've been so busy with work lately."

"You can tell me if you're making friends."

"He's not a friend." Her eyes widened when she realized her mistake. She wanted to backpedal but it was too late; her father was wearing that smug smile of his and she couldn't think of a decent defense. She settled for glaring.

He chuckled. "You have fun, alright?" He ended the conversation with a bite of bacon.

Diana grumbled and dug into her own plate.

Daniel finished first and made to leave as she was clearing the table.

"You sure you're okay?" she asked, wanting to confirm.

"I'm fine, pumpkin. Good luck with that project of yours." He disappeared with a wink and a grin, causing her to roll her eyes. She read the address off her phone once more before pocketing it and going out to grab her bike.

[trashinaglass-archive]

Best Boyfriend

Y/n stays in the Holland family household, and Tom learns just how much the incident affected her.

Warnings: Discussion of toxic relationship

A/n: This is part 2 to Best Friends. I really appreciated all the kind comments and requests for this part. I hope y’all enjoy this one just as much.

     You followed behind the two twins as they guided you through the familiar home. You held your bag to you as you began to make your way around the house looking for anyone to alert them of your presence. You stumbled upon Nikki and Paddy in the kitchen.

     “Hey, Mum,” Sam said first. Nikki turned around quickly when she heard him.

     “Hi, boys. Y/n,” she greeted the three of you as she stood up and made her way to you. She hugged you tightly as she asked how you are.

     “I’m good,” you told her. She pulled away from you and held you at arms length. She looked at you with the serious mom look.

     “Are you sure? You’re alright?” She repeated quietly.

     “Yeah, I’m fine. It was no big deal,” you told her with a reassuring smile.

     “Alright,” she replied to you. “Why don’t you go ahead and put your bag away in Tom’s room, then come back down for a bite.” You nodded your head as you did what she suggested. You weren’t really in the mood for food or a conversation, but you loved Nikki and didn’t want her to worry about you too much.

     You made it up to Tom’s room and placed your bag on his bed. You stood there for a second to gather yourself. You weren’t okay, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell anyone or show it to them. You were already staying in their home for who knows how long, you didn’t need to bother them with your emotions as well. You took a deep breath to regain your composure, put a smile on your face and walked back down the stairs.

     “Tessa!” You said excitedly as you saw the blue staffie sitting on a chair in the living room. She jumped down and ran to you, excited to see you too. You sat on your knees at her level as she gave you lots of kisses, you petting her.

     “I think she gets more excited to see you than any of us,” Paddy said watching how Tessa reacted to seeing you.

     “That’s cause I’m the best,” you teased him. “And she knows it,” you finish in your baby voice, talking towards the dog. You eventually stood up and sat on the couch, Tessa following you. She jumped on the couch and curled up right next to you, you placing more pets on her back.

     “What are y’all watching?” You asked the boys.

     “It’s a football match,” Harry told you while looking at his phone. “You can change it if you want.”

     “No, I’m good,” you tell them as you start to talk with Paddy. He was telling you about his school and friends and just stuff he’s been doing. Nikki eventually called everyone into the kitchen and ate dinner.

      Not long after you ate, you told Nikki you were really tired so you went to straight to bed. You took your makeup off, wiping away the set liquid from your nose to reveal the purple bruise that had been hidden all day. You had been fortunate enough to call up a friend of yours that knows a lot about makeup, and she set you up with the right concealers, color correctors, and full coverage foundation to hide the huge spot on your face. You’ve never been more grateful.

     You crawled into Tom’s bed and buried yourself in the sheets. You laid with your eyes closed for a second trying to fall asleep. But you couldn’t. You felt hypersensitive to every noise- the people taking and moving in the house, Tessa’s paws on the floor, the trees billowing in the wind outside. It only got worse the later it got.

     You eventually grabbed your phone and looked at the time. 12:34a. You unlocked your phone and opened the messaging app. You clicked on Tom’s name and text him simply saying “I miss you.” You locked your phone and tried to go back to sleep again.

     You dozed off multiple times during the night but you were never able to fall asleep for longer than a few minutes at a time. It was miserable. You checked your phone again to see it was 6:13 in the morning. You saw you had a text from Tom last night and opened it immediately.

Thomas❤️: I miss you, too, love. I’ll be home soon. Love you

     You laid in the bed just staring at the text. You wished Tom could be here sooner but that’s life. You eventually got out of bed and headed down to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. You sat on the couch with Tessa and scrolled through Instagram to keep you busy. A while later you heard shuffling come from down the hall; you saw Dom walking toward the kitchen. He looked a little startled to see you.

      “Morning, y/n,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to be up this early.”

     “Yeah, my sleep schedule’s been a little wonky for a while,” you told him.

     The day went by basically the same as yesterday. Watching tv, napping with Tessa, chatting with the boys every now and then. It eventually got dark, and you were in the shower unwinding for the night.

\\ Downstairs in the living room pov //

     Everyone turned toward the door as Tom walked in, suitcases in tow. They all exchanged greetings as Nikki looked at him curiously.

     “How was your flight, dear?” She asked him. They walked into the kitchen away from everyone else to talk.

     “It was fine, slow as hell,” Tom answered his mother. “Where’s y/n?”

     “She’s in the shower right now.”

     “Is she doing okay? How is she?”

     “She’s not okay. She’s putting on a brave face, especially in front of Paddy, but I know her well enough to know it took a toll her,” Nikki said. She loved you like a daughter and hated to see you in distress.

     Tom sighed as he took in his mother’s words. He hated that you were struggling and that he wasn’t there for the most of it.

     “Right, I’m gonna head up.” He said as he started for the stairs.

     “Be gentle with her,” Nikki reminded him. He climbed up the stairs until he made it to his room. He walked in the room to find it empty- you were still in the shower. He took his phone out of his pocket and used your charger in the wall to charge his phone. He heard little noises come from the hallway causing him to turn quickly. He saw you- wet hair falling around your shoulders wetting the t-shirt of his you were wearing.

     “Y/n,” he said, startling you.

     “Tom,” You said as you ran to him and he embraced you in a big hug, holding you tightly. You were overcome with emotions as you finally let out all the tears you had been holding back. Feeling his body against yours, taking in his familiar scent made you break down. Tom held you tighter and rubbed your back as he felt you begin to cry. He softly whispered in your ear to try and comfort you as you released what was long overdue.

     You eventually calmed down, the tears stopping as you pull away from Tom to look at him. He immediately wiped the remaining tears from your face.

     “I’m sorry,” you said quietly as you raised a hand to rub your irritated eyes.

     “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for,” Tom said lightly shaking his head. “Come sit down.” He closed the door behind you, and you both sat on his bed. “You want to talk about it?” He asked as you got comfortable. You sat with your legs crossed underneath you, looking down as you fiddled with your hands.

     “I just had a hard time, seeing him again,” you said. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth.

     “You don’t have to hide anything from me, y/n,” Tom told you as he sensed your hesitation to tell him how you were feeling. You let out a breathe and told him exactly what you were thinking.

     “I feel like I have no control over my life. When I had dated him, he was so manipulative and controlling; it took so long to free myself from his grasp. I thought I had escaped him, but of course he had to show his ugly mug again. When he hit me, it was like a flash of all the things he had done to me, and it scared me. It convinced me that it’s not over, he’s gonna come back and do more damage. I can’t sleep well because there’s this overwhelming fear that I’ll wake up, and he’ll be there.” You felt another tear fall down your cheek, landing on your leg.

     “You don’t have to be afraid,” Tom started. “I know it’s easier for me to say than for you to do, but I can swear to you. He’s not coming near you ever again. And if he does, he’ll have to answer to me.” Tom looked at you as he spoke. You were still looking down, but you finally looked up at him. You felt better after getting the words out of your mind. You scooted closer to Tom as you both laid down in the bed. He held you close to him, you holding onto his arm.

     “I’m sorry you have to go through this- you don’t deserve it. I know that I can’t protect you from everything, but I can promise you that I will protect you from that asshat,” Tom declared placing a kiss to your shoulder. “I love you so much.” You fell asleep as Tom held you.

     The next morning, you woke up to feel Tom’s arm still around you, holding tightly despite being asleep. You turned around to face him causing him to wake up.

      “Morning, darlin,” He said, his voice laced with sleep. “Did you sleep well.” You nodded, feeling it was too early to talk. You both laid in bed in silence, Tom rubbing your back lazily. Waking up this morning, you felt a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. You may not be completely healed, but you were on your way.

     “Before I flew home, I told Jon there was a family emergency. He gave me a few days off so I could be here, but it’s not much,” Tom started to tell you. You knew he was going to have to leave eventually, but you didn’t want to face it. “I refuse to leave you again, though. I don’t care what your schedule was, I want you to go back with me.” Tom finally told you.

     “Really?” You asked. You were shocked.

     “Yes,” he confirmed. “I won’t be able to stay and spend time with you like this, but I’ll be around. And you won’t have to be by yourself, especially at night.”

     You were touched that he was so thoughtful, and you were excited that you get to go with him. You had been able to join him for press tours every now and then, but never for filming.

     “I love you,” you told him with a kiss. He kissed you back as you both just laid in bed, content with being together. Not long after you heard a knock on the door.

      “Wake up, love birds. We’re going out for lunch,” you heard Sam yell through the door.

     “Alright, dickhead.” Tom yelled back. He looked at you, “do you want to go, or we can stay here if you’d rather.”

     “I want to go,” you said after a thoughtful second. You got up from the bed, grabbed your makeup bag and began to cover the bruise on you face, Tom watching you the entire time. He was shocked and felt angry when he saw the huge purple mark on your face. He didn’t say anything about it because he didn’t want you to potentially feel worse than you already do.

     Once you had applied the makeup, you began to get dressed- Tom following suit. Once you were both ready, he touched your lower back, guiding you out the bedroom door. You made your way down stairs and saw the family ready to go. You made your way to one of the cute cafe’s in town and had a wonderful lunch. Everyone decided to walk around a bit afterwards since it was such a nice day. Dom walked with Tom slightly behind everyone else.

     “She seems happier,” he told his son.

     “Yeah, I think she just needed to let it out,” Tom told him. “She’s not completely over it, but one step closer is all I can ask for.”

     Dom nodded his head in agreement, as you had turned back to look at Tom. You slowed down to match his pace and held his hand.

     “You okay?” He asked you. You nodded at him with a smile. He replied with a soft ‘good’ as you both kept walking.

     “Thank you,” you said suddenly making Tom look at you.

     “For what?” He asked confused.

     “For coming back. For being with me- listening to me, taking care of me. For everything.” You told him. He stopped walking and turned to you.

     “You don’t need to thank me. You’re the best thing in my life, and I’d do anything for you,” he told you assuringly.

     “I know, but I just want you to know that I’m thankful for you, for everything you do. I don’t know how else to show it.”

     Tom chuckled as he looked at you. He stepped closer to you and whispered in your ear. “Baby girl, I can think of multiple ways -and positions- you can do to show me that,” he said teasingly. Your jaw dropped in shock as you lightly pushed him from you.

     “Thomas!” You exclaimed in pure shock. Tom just laughed.

     “Seriously though, don’t worry about it. As long as you continue to kiss me and hold my hand and tell me you love me, that’s all I want. That’s all I need from you,” he told you. You reached up and kissed him.

     “I love you,” you told him quietly.

     “I love you, too, darling.”

Taglist: @that-girl-named-alex @loxbbg @gypsystuf

I hope this didn’t disappoint anyone. Let me know if you like it or if it sucks, I appreciate the feedback.  

[chocobroness]

Boom, CMC one-shot. (Also warnings: minors drinking a bit of alcohol)

—

There was a loud BOOM!

It shook the ground some. Ignis didn’t spare a second as he proceeded to drop flat into the ground. Narrowly avoiding the flying glass shards of the windows in front of him.

An attack was surely possible. But after 3 years of this routine, it became habit to differentiate between what was an attack and what was someone’s antics. So reacting, assessing and responding to it in a matter of seconds became as natural as breathing.

Didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

After waiting for the floor to stop shaking, he stood and brushed the dirt off his clothes. Nodding to the others passing by, he made his way to the garage.

“What have I told you about detonating bombs within the citadel?” Was the first thing out of his mouth as he entered the room.

As those words were spoken. He stepped to the side. Dodging the baseball that was thrown at his face. He saw the look of glee and amused surprise on the room’s occupant’s face before they exploded into a puff of smoke.

Ignis simply watching as they collected themselves from the ensuing coughing fit.

“Crap, I wanted to have some more fun." Ignis made a soft noise.

“You two seem to have become a lot more ‘affectionate since you found out I won’t allow you to hit me, hm?"

Brushing off the dirt on her sweater, Silas gave a toothy grin. "It's just our way of showing love."

Ignis shook his head. “Noctis has asked everyone to his room for dinner.”

Silas raised an eyebrow. “Already? Time flies by.”

Ignis chuckled at that, Silas joint in with laughter of her own when a box to her left fell over. A small body tumbled out with a surprised cry giving way to glee.

"I wanna go again!”

“Can’t Valentina, boss is calling.”

“Aw Bull.”

Rolling his eyes, Ignis watched as the young girls flew backwards as a resounding boom was made from the mixed bomb powder. slamming into the ground a few feet from him.

Valentia picked herself up and gave her head a shake. Silas joined her with a rolled her eyes.

"Let’s go. Not like this place will be clean anytime soon.” Valentina snorted, crossing her arms.

“Bet he’s sleeping while you’re here.” The answering sigh was enough to bring out giggles from the girls.

“Don’t worry Iggy, if he’s sleeping, I know what will wake him up.”

C/C/C/C

“BOSS! GET UP!"

With a voice of a million sirens suddenly cutting through the evening air, Noctis wasn’t the only one holding his hands to his ears in a futile attempt to blot out the noise. When it slowly cut off, everyone turned their head to the cause of the siren call.

“Silas, why did you have Amata be so loud?” Noctis yawned as Silas shrugged in response. Rubbing his eyes. He looked at everyone in the room.

"What time did I fall asleep last night?"

“You’ve only been asleep for 30 minutes.” Ava replied lazily, busy with the stuff bear one of the younger kids asked her to fix.

Noct let out a whine and curled back up into a ball. “Ugh, so little sleep.” Valentina decided to then throw a small pebble at him in response. Gladiolus, who had just entered the room, proceeded to chew her out.

Which then resulted in a screaming matching between the two.

Amata shook her head in defeat as Silas laughed besides her and cheered on Valentina.

Gaius made himself known as he walked up to Ignis.

“He sleeps too much.” Was the first thing he mumbled.

The second was, “Too loud.”

Followed by, “What’s for dinner?”

Noctis managed to answer his question when he gained everyone’s attention and called for the food to be brought in.

After a moment to bring everyone down from the sudden spike of adrenaline. Things started to go more smoothly.

C/C/C/C

"-and then that poor child got involved and I'm not sure how she got a hold of my bonesaw but that's when things went down the waste bin.

Ignis watched as the soul of Ms. Castro slowly dissociated from her mortal shell as Amata spoke. she was smiling vapidly, though it was obvious her mind was feverishly trying to ignore the graphic details of some of Ms. Eshmun’s more...’stubborn’ patients.

All he knew of the story she was talking about was that she had woken up to the sound of screaming, a chainsaw hitting something and the smell of blood. Then, both Gladiolus and Gaius had come crashing through her wall after setting off one of Ms. Drusus’ bombs. Her struggling patient in their arms and then her memory just sort of cut off from there.

Now they were all in Noct’s room after finally putting her patient back into her room.

Gladiolus’ face was a bruised mess while Gaius was scorched all over his body, but she had made sure it was all just superficial before they arrived so no one was concerned. Ignis knew Noctis was glad the three were bonding and there was no need to delve further than his happiness.

Kaiser had left to the kitchens before the nonsense had begun. the shenanigans having forced him to abandon the others lest he be caught up in them.

They didn’t blame him seeing as they would have done the same given the chance.

So would he for that matter.

Instead, Ignis focused more on Noctis. Watching as he and Prompto gushed over the bundles of joy in their laps. Umbra and Pryna were barking and yipping softly. pressing into their stomachs, trying to get as much pets and scratches as they could.

Noctis squealed and squished the growing pup into his chest.

"You’re so cute Umbra!!” Prompto looked over at Noctis with a frown.

"Hey, Tiny is cute too!” Noctis looked back and nodded seriously.

"Yes, yes she is," Noctis concurred, watching as Pryna let out a pleased yip as she was happily engulfed in Prompto’s arms.

“Hey guys. I got a question.” Everyone turned to Silas, who had snapped out of her daze.

She nodded towards Noctis. “We already know what you did.” She looked back at the others. “did everyone else have something to do with their folks during the holidays?”

The room was so silent, Ignis would have almost thought that the noise a moment ago was his imagination.

It was not a topic that was taboo per say.

But mostly it was hard to talk about one’s family when one missed them.

Silas was, however, a very curious girl so she decided to help the conversation along but throwing in her piece.

“I mean, my mom and dad would go to this guy in little Galahd and he would make these sleds that always lasted for a few days and they would put them through the ringer.” She moved her hands around, trying to describe what it was like. “Like, they would do so many stunts with them and record it all. They would then gather friends and watch it together.”

She looked around at the group.

“Have you guys done anything like that?”

"Hmm...Sorta," They looked to Ava, who shrugged. She took a bite from her plate and continued with her stitch work.

“We cut our own tree and tied Ribbons to it to hope for a healthy year.” She sipped her mug of coffee and grimaced. "Valentina, did you spike the grounds again?" That set everyone to inspect their cups.

“Damnit Drusus!”

“It wasn’t me!”

“Might I remind you that we are still underage. Adults gone or not.”

“Bad Valentina!”

“IT WASN’T ME.”

“Cute defense, still guilty.” Gladio and Kaiser had to hold Valentina back before she launched over the table and tackled a grinning Noctis.

“And why are you still drinking the coffee Ms. Varius?”

Ava didn’t even blinked as she responded. “Because I’m not gonna waste coffee just because there’s a little bit of alcohol. I drank wine with my family on many occasions so this isn’t new.”

She looked at him directly. “Problem?"

Ignis felt like he should have one but he looked into his mug and dipped a finger. He then licked it and looked upwards thoughtfully.

Gladiolus took a swig himself and shrugged. "Got a bit of a kick to it."

"Nice buzz," Gaius echoed.

"What did I say about drinking these things while we’re so young?” Amata berated them. She couldn't blame the group though. And didn’t continue to push it when they shrugged back at her.

After doing so many things that pushed their heads to the very brink. It wasn’t often they touched the adult drinks but sometimes they grabbed a glass of it because something so uncommon shocked them back to their senses. It was stupid and dangerous but they all trusted Valentina to be careful.

trust was all they had most days.

“Back to my question folks!” Silas gained back their attention with a clap of her hands. She then proceeded to point at Kaiser.

“What did you do with your folks?” Kaiser actually took the time to think about it.

“Well, dad was less busy during the holidays so he would make this wonderful smelling but dreadful tasting fruit cake. We would then throw it in the fire place and let the house fill with the wonderful scent while we bought pizza and watched musicals together.” Kaiser smiled softly as he remembered.

“Ooh, that sounds fun.” Valentina jumped in. “But my family was awesome! Dad would get me and my siblings and he would get a bunch of fireworks, and go to the junkyard and set them off while mom cooked this yummy stew!”

“Gaius?” Amata looked at her friend curiously.

Gaius blinked and shrugged helplessly.

“Read old folklore together...Wove new traditions from the old ones...Made spice cider...and burned papers with written wishes.”

“Wow....that was the longest thing I ever heard you say.”

“Valentina!”

“It’s true!”

“What about you Eshmun?” Amata pointed at herself at the sudden attention.

“O-oh, well we just stayed home and watched movies.”

“Sounds normal.” Silas stated, Amata shrugging with a blush.

“Prompto?” He just shrugged and continued to pet Pryna. Noctis laid his head on Prompto’s shoulders in a form a comfort. it seemed to help as a smile emerged on the blonde’s face.

“ I spent the day with my uncle, nothing more.” Ignis said, focusing on his meal.

Gladio rubbed his chin. “Don’t really remember much traditions for that but we just watched random movies on tv and that was it.”

The meal was continued in silence but it was a thoughtful one rather than an awkward one.

Noctis broke that silence near the end of the meal.

“We can make our own tradition...”

“King you gotta make more sense then that.” Ava said with a raised eyebrow.

“What I mean is, why don’t we make new traditions for everyone?” He kept himself focused on Umbra’s fur.

“We’ve been hard at work for so long and things are started to even out a bit...” he shrugged.

“I thought maybe we can do something special now and then to keep the kids spirits up when times are tough.”

This, is what made Ignis so honored to follow Noctis. How, despite his obvious discomfort when pushing his boundaries, he always wants to help everyone under his care. To put their joys before his own. To save their health and happiness before his own life.

So wonderous yet self-destructive. Ignis had so much work to do to keep him safe when he let his guard down.

And a quick look at Gladiolus proved he wasn’t the only who thought so.

“What should we do?” Kaiser asked curiously, playing with his hair.

“Fireworks!” Valentina automatically suggested. And was as quickly turned down as usual.

“We can come up with traditional foods?” Amata suggested. “Just pay attention to any allergies!”

“We can find some movies at the store?”

“Yeah!”

“I still say we light something up.”

“Shut up Drusus.”

“Make me Amicitia.”

Ignis smiled as the meal came to a chaotic close.

He already enjoyed the traditions he had made for himself after this new life began.

Watching this group of children become better leaders was always a sight to see.

But watching as they regain their fading childhood joy at such simple things always made the difficulties of the coming year worth the struggle.

Ignis rested his head in his hand and closed his eyes for a moment. Allowing himself to engage in his favorite tradition during this time of year.

And he let the joyful voices lull him into a brief but comforting rest.

—

Merry Christmas folks! (And please reblog)

[lannette]

1+1=1

requested by: @sexton3181

request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a long JC imagine where reader and him go spend a couple weeks in Texas to visit his family (and since his parents live in different cities do like one week at his mom’s and one week at his dad’s) and JC and reader tell his family that reader is 3 months pregnant but his mom and sister are really confused at first!? Thank you and sorry this was so detailed

prompts: none

pairing: Jc Caylen x Y/N (The Reader)

summary: Jc and Y/N go to visit his family in Texas and tell them that Y/N is pregnant

warning: none

word count: 1,810

A/N: I hope u guys enjoy I wrote this at 2 a.m. an dim tired!!

request here

Y/N was sitting on her suitcase, zipping it shut. Jc walked in their shared bedroom, “babe I don't understand why you have to pack so much for a 3 week trip.” She looked at Jc with a shocked expression on her face. “I know you’re not talking, Jc you have 1 suitcase for just hair products and bathroom stuff.” “What do you mean, you’re supposed to have all that stuff.” “No babe, I don't even have that much and I have more things to actually bring.” “Can we stop talking about suitcases and head out, our flight is in an hour, Kian drives slow and i wanna stop for food.” 

They got in the car with little room left with all the luggage they brought along. Jc had to sit in the back with little room in the back. “Better you than me.” Y/N chuckled and Kian did too. “I'm glad you guys find this funny.” 

Kian parked outside Jamba. “Y/N what do you want?” “I would love an apples ‘n greens in a large.” A large really?” “Yes Jc, we both are hungry.” Jc smiled and walked into the shop. Kian looked at Y/N, “So how are you and Jc gonna tell his parents?” She looked at the shop, “we haven't decided yet, but if we tell his mom first she's gonna tell everybody before we even tell his dad and we’re staying at his moms, so we aren't too sure yet, we know how we’re gonna tell them but we don't know who to tell first.” Kian looked at Jc as he was walking out with 2 smoothies and bag. Jc got back into the car and handed Y/N her drink, “Kian I grabbed you a breakfast sandwich that I know you love.” Kian takes the bag that Jc handed to him. “Alright the airport we go.” 

Kian pulls up to the terminal and they all get out. Kian grabs Y/N’s 2 suitcases and She grabs her carry on. Jc grabs his 2 suitcases, his duffle bag, and his carry on. “Alright I'm gonna give you your suitcases and I will see you guys in a few weeks.” Kian pulled Y/N in for a hug and then gave Jc a hug. “See ya man.” “Alright guys can we go we have a half an hour till they start boarding, we’re cutting it close.” “Yea we better go.” Jc and Y/N get all of their stuff and walk into the airport.

After they had checked in their luggage they made it just in time for boarding. Their row was called and they got onto the plane. “Ready for this 3 hour flight?” Y/N asked Jc as she placed her head on Jc’s shoulder. “Yup so excited.” 

Once the plane landed Jc had woken up Y/N. She groaned not wanting to wake up. “Baby get up please we’re getting off soon.” “5 more minutes please.” Jc rolled his eyes and sighed, letting her sleep till they started to let people off. “Alright, now Y/N we’re getting off you gotta get up now.” She groaned, but lifted her head off of Jc’s shoulder slowly. “I’m up, I’m up.” They both got off of the plane and went to grab their luggage. Jc had called his mom earlier to let her know they landed.

They walked out into the heat that was worse than home. Jc’s mom was only a couple cars down when she saw her son and Y/N. She walked up to the 2 of them, “Oh my baby boy I missed you.” She pinched his cheeks. “Mom, stop.” She smiled and clapped her hands together, “and Y/N I missed you too.” “I missed you as well Ms.Castillo.” “Oh Y/N call me mom, you and Jc have been together for awhile you don't have to call me Ms.Castillo.” Y/N smiled and pulled her in for a hug. “Your brother and sisters are at home waiting for you.” “Let's head home,” Jc insisted.

The 3 of them packed the car together with Y/N doing little work due to Jc not letting her pick up the luggage. Y/N sat in the car waiting for them to finish up.

On the way home Jc and Y/N told Jc’s mom about their life together in Cali and she told them about life in San Antonio. Jc and Y/N were anxious about telling Jc’s parents the good news they had. “So mom, when are you gonna make your homemade macaroni and cheese with fried fish?” Jc asked his mom with a huge smile. “Well tomorrow is taco night so most likely Sunday.” Y/N licked her lips at the sound of macaroni and cheese, fried fish, and tacos! She was dying for some food. She asked if they could stop for something really quick. They stopped at a nearby McDonalds and ordered 10 chicken nuggets and medium fries.

They arrived at home around midnight after their late night dinner stop. Jc’s mom helped them move everything into Jc’s old room that him and Y/N were going to be sharing for their whole vacation. Jc’s room had a full size bed, a bit smaller than the one back home but big enough for the 2 of them. Once all of their stuff was brought into the house Jc and Y/N went to say hi to Jc’s younger siblings. Y/N had met them many times before and she loved them. They didn't spend too much time talking because everyone was tired. 

Jc walked into the room and Y/N followed closing the door behind her, “So when are we gonna tell your mom?” Jc answered quickly, “when she cooks dinner Sunday, but I think we should tell My dad over lunch tomorrow.” “I think that's a great idea, that means I have to write in the cup today so it will dry in enough time for tomorrow. “Ok well I’m gonna lay down.” Jc layed on the bed and turned over while Y/N wrote inside the cup with a sharpie. She then layed down and fell asleep.

In the morning Jc was up bright and early talking to his sisters and brother about the trip. Y/N woke up 2 hours after everyone else. She was welcomed with breakfast on the table and a cup of coffee. She looked at everyone, “good morning guys, mom I’m gonna have to deny the coffee today, but the breakfast is looking good.” “But you love coffee!” “yea but not today.”

After breakfast Jc had called his dad to have lunch with him and Y/N at a coffee shop. They started to get ready because they had to talk to the coffee shop about their plan. Jc had told his mom he was gonna be eating lunch with his dad and he had to go.

Y/N drove to the coffee shop and Jc held the coffee mug in his hand, “I hope his reaction is good.” Y/N pulled into the small parking lot of the coffee shop, “alright let's go.” Both of them got out of the car and went up to the hostess, Jc spoke, “Hi I’m Jc for a table of 3.” the hostess looked at the podium and dmarked a few things off, “ok follow me.” The 2 of them followed the young lady to an outside table, “your waiter will be here shortly.” 

A couple minutes go by and a man walks up to their table, “hi my name is Ty I will be your waiter today can I start u off with a drink?” Y/N answers, “yes, can I just have a glass of water and I have a question we have a mug for my father in law I would love for him to use, its a pregnancy announcement and I was wondering if you can put whatever he orders as a hot beverage in the mug, that would be great.” Ty smiled, “of course and congrats, and for you.” He looked at Jc. “I’ll take a water as well for now.” 

Jc’s dad arrived and he was greeted by Y/N and then Jc. The waiter came back after a couple minutes went by and asked for our order. Y/N got iced green tea, Jc got an iced caramel latte, and his dad got black coffee. Their order arrived and Jc’s dads coffee came in the mug they had brought. As Jc and Y/N were  catching up with his dad he stopped talking and squinted his eyes into the mug, “what is at the bottom of my cup?” He tilted it a bit, “there are words at the bottom.” Y/N smiled and jc looked a bit nervous. He took one last swig of his coffee and looked into it, reading it. He mumbled what it had said before repeating it louder, “you’re gonna be a grandfather! Can't wait to see you in February!” He set his cup down. Y/N pulled out a picture and set it on the table, it was from her ultrasound, “I’m 11 weeks already.” Jc’s dad smiled and got up to give both of them hugs, “you guys are gonna make great parents!” Once they had sat Jc had said, “don't tell mom we are telling her tomorrow.” He and nodded and promised not to say anything.

They got home and took a nap before dinner. Taco night was tonight adn Y/N couldn't wait to eat and spend time with Jc’s family.

The next morning, no one was up everyone had been sleeping. Jc and Y/N slept in the longest almost missing lunch. Even though they had both only eating sandwiches they were set until dinner.

Once it was dinner time and everyone was gonna eat, Jc had something to say, “before we eat I would like to say thank you mom for making dinner and thank you Y/N for being the love of my life and I would also like to say that I love you 3 as my siblings and I wouldn't change anything for the world.” Y/N said, “ we have something to give to you mom.” She handed her a small brown box. Jc’s mom opened it to see a letter and a pacifier, the letter wrote, Dear, grandma please hold this for me in case I need it when I visit. Knowing my mom AND dad, they both will probably forget it. See you in February! “Are you really pregnant!” Y/N shook her head and Jc’s mom started to cry. She got up from the table and hugged them one at a time. “This is gonna be a great vacation.” Jc said to Y/N, “yes it is…”

[psychospeak-blog]

Won’t Go Slowly // 25

Warnings: Some NSFW stuff (but not the complete deal so don’t get too, too excited

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"It's snowing," you heard Tyler whisper in an excited dog voice, from across the room, and you snuggled further into the bed, feeling a dog stretched out across your back.  But the room felt too bright for the it to be earlier than your alarm, and you sat up with a start.  

"What time is it?"

"I don't know, 9:30, 9:40?" Tyler said, he was standing in the doorway, wearing the boxers he'd worn to bed, sipping what you presumed was coffee out of a mug.

"9:30?!" you said, scrambling for your phone where you'd left it on the nightstand. Your alarm should have gone off hours ago.  "Where is my phone?"

You looked at Tyler, who was grinning at you and trying not to laugh.  "Tyler, this isn't funny.  I had an appointment at 9.  There's probably a student waiting outside my office."

"No, there's not," he laughed, "Everything's cancelled."

"You don't know that," you said, trying to get out of bed but you were surrounded by dogs who were looking up at you concerned, probably sensing your freakout.

"Yeah, the dean sent you an email," he said, pointing at the nightstand on the other side of the bed, and you reached over grabbing it, seeing that he was right.

"You read my e-mails?"

"Yeah, and turned your alarm off," he said, "The baby was sleeping.  Isn't that rule number one?  Don't wake a sleeping baby?"

You were actually pretty sure the baby was awake when you were laying still and sleeping when you were moving around, but you weren't going to point that out.  You sat up, stretching your hands overhead.  

"Do you want some hot chocolate?" he asked.

"Is that what you're drinking?" you laughed.

Tyler nodded, taking another sip. "It's a snow day."

"Are you a child?"

"Yes," he said, "Also, I don't have decaf coffee."

"You're not drinking regular coffee anymore?"

"No, I am," he said, "But you can't?"

"I can have one cup.  That's what I've been doing."

"Oh, okay," Tyler said, "I'll make some."

"I can do it," you said, unwinding your legs from the pillow and from the dogs.

Tyler gave you a sheepish look, "Well, I need you to make the pancakes because you're better at it than me?  I got all the stuff out," he said, "Besides, I want coffee, too."

"Were you only drinking hot chocolate because you thought I couldn't drink coffee?" You asked, petting the dogs as you swung your legs over the side of the bed.  

"Uh, no, I'm already drinking twice as much alcohol for you, which is a sacrifice.  I can't do coffee too," he said, and then looked at the dogs, "C'mon, boys, time to go outside."

You got up, walking to the bathroom, and Tyler whined, "Where are you going?"

"I have to pee."

He sighed dramatically, sitting down on the side of the bed.  "I guess we'll just wait until you're done then because they're not coming with me."

You rolled your eyes, not really believing him, but when you came out, they were still in bed waiting for you expectantly.  Tyler, however, was pulling open the blinds, and you could see a thick, fresh blanket of snow covering the backyard, flakes still falling gently.

" Oh my god, it's snowing," you said in disbelief.

" Yes, I know, " Tyler said incredulously, "that's what I said."

"I know," you said, walking closer to the window, "I just didn't think it would be so much." It was always kind of magical, the first snowfall of the year.

Your stomach growled and you were torn away from the window to go to the kitchen, where Tyler had already sat out the pancake mix and a bowl.  Of course, the dogs trailed after you both, and Tyler made kissy noises to encourage them to follow him to the door, where he opened it, and then you immediatelty heard the some of them running outside excitedly once they released it was snowing, leaving pawprints everywhere. You watched them running around for a moment, noses to the snow, before you started mixing the pancake batter. Tyler had apparently gone outside with them, as you could hear him talking to them in an excited voice, and you took the opportunity to sneak in the fridge while you waited for the pan to heat up.

"Whatcha doing?" Tyler asked a moment after you heard boot stomping and the door, and you swallowed the bite of pumpkin pie that was in your mouth.

"I was hungry," you said.

"You could have had fruit," he pointed out, "Or Greek yogurt, which has protein."

"Pumpkin has lots of vitamins," you said, and Tyler rolled his eyes, and you patted your stomach, "the baby wanted pumpkin pie."

"No, the baby wants pancakes," Tyler insisted.  

"I'll have pancakes, too," you said, pouring some onto the pan.  

"Do you want some hot chocolate in your coffee?" He asked, and you raised an eyebrow Its question.  "It's festive," he insisted.

"Uh, sure," you said, rummaging in the drawer for a spatula.  There was a bark from the back door and Tyler went down to open it, while you watched the pancakes.

"Sorry, you guys can't have any hot chocolate," you heard Tyler say in his dog voice, "But I have food for you.  Are you hungry? Are you hungry?"  His voice seemed to get higher and higher, and you smiled as the dogs danced around him, waiting for their breakfast.

"Here babe," Tyler said, giving you a warm mug, which you accepted gratefully.  It actually was kind of festive, as he said.

"Could you grab a plate, please?" You asked, stacking the pancakes on the spatula, "These ones are ready."

You slid them onto the plate he held out for you, and you started pouring the next batch into the pan.  You assumed Tyler was preparing his plate, as you saw him getting maple syrup out of the fridge from the corner of your eye, but then he said, "it's ready," and you looked over your shoulder at the plate at the plate on the table.  

"Hmm?" You asked.

"Your breakfast is ready," he said, "I made it for you.  Well, I put it on a plate for you."

You looked down at the plate, which had the pancakes on them, slathered with peanut butter and then drizzled with maple syrup, some berries added on top.  

"You put peanut butter on my pancakes?" You asked.  

"Mhmm," he said, sidestepping you to take the spatula from your hand, "It's what the baby wanted."

"It's what the baby wanted or it's what you wanted?" You asked, grabbing your mug of coffee laced with hot chocolate because it didn't look half bad.

"Him," Tyler answered, "he told me."

"Oh, he told you? When did he tell you?" You said, sitting down at the kitchen table, and started to cut yourself a bite.

"While you were sleeping, we had a lovely chat," Tyler said, "Besides, you need to keep up your energy, we have a busy day ahead."

"A busy day?" You asked.  

" Yeah, of playing in the snow," Tyler said, sitting down at the table, and looking  down at the dogs who dogs who were either sitting or laying on the kitchen floor now.  "Are you guys so excited to play in the snow?"

"I guess I can watch," you said, taking a bite of your pancakes.

" But I thought you were going to be a fun mom," Tyler pouted.  

"I don't have clothes, Tyler," you said.  Your thin sweater was not going to cut it.

"You can borrow clothes," he said, "I've got plenty of jackets and gloves and stuff too."

"I don't have shoes, and yours are gonna be huge." All you had was your boots from last night, and those were dress boots.  You were pretty sure you had a pair of flip-flops kicking around his house, but you were not wearing those in the snow.  No matter how sweetly he looked at you.

"I have some women's snow boots," Tyler said between bites.

"Why do you have women's snow boots?" You asked slowly and he rolled his eyes.

"My sister left them here, I don't remember which one," he said, "But the three of you wear basically the same size so it'll be fine."

You agreed, listening to the neighborhood kids  outside yip and yell with excitement in the snow.  After breakfast, Tyler gave you an assortment of clothes and, after you changed and put on the boots he gave you (which were a half size too big, but not bad), he was rummaging through the closet and handing you a coat, already ready to go himself.  As you were zipping it up, you were hit with something in the face, and you bent down to pick it up: a Dallas Stars toque, of course.

"Don't look too enthused," Tyler said dryly, and you laughed.

"I'm going to get pummeled with snowballs," you said, "This is Leafs territory."

"Nah, your guard dogs will protect you," Tyler said, looking down at the dogs who were looking up at you, tails wagging expectantly.  "Won't you boys?"

You followed them out into the front yard, where Tyler practically immediately plopped down on his back and started making a snow angel.  Gerry, of course, seeing as his Dad's face was now accessible, starting licking it, and Tyler's gloved covered hands went up to try and block him.  "No....Gerry....stop!" he said, even though he was grabbing at the dog and pulling him closer, "You're such a bad dog."  He said it, in a light voice, and you were certain that his dogs thought 'bad dog' was a praise, especially with the way that his tail was wagging and his licks were getting more enthusiastic.  You, on the other hand, took to scooping up snowballs, tossing them into the air for the older dogs to jump towards, trying to catch them but biting them instead, and then getting confused because they didn't know where their ball went.

Tyler stood up suddenly, gliding his feet through the snow,  "C'mon, c'mon," he said in a high voice, and the dogs got even more excited, starting to zoom around the yard, following him into the back.  You were much slower, as you definately were not running, but the dogs kept circling back to you anyways.  When you got to the backyard, Tyler was emerging from the shed with a sled hung over his head and a grin on his face, tossing it down on the snow.

"Why do you have a sled?" you asked, halfheartedly petting the dogs as they past by you.

"For the dogs," he said, "You kid can use it when he's old enough if he asks nicely, though."

"How do you use a sled with dogs?" you asked  with a laugh.

"Like this," Tyler said, plopping on it and sliding down the little bit of a hill he'd climbed up, the dogs running all around him and then kissing and sniffing him when he stopped.   "Also," Tyler said, getting back up and walking halfway up the hill and then setting the sled down, "Gerry, Gerry," he said, pointing at the sled, "Go snowboarding."

He actually did jump on the sled, for riding it for about a foot before he jumped off.  

You'd never seen this sled before, which meant that he must have just bought it to play with the dogs by himself, which was a little bit hilarious.  After awhile, you sat down on the unused sled, as it was the only dry place to sit, watching as Tyler took videos of the dogs playing in the snow, and then he turned his phone towards you.  "Smile."

"Tyler..." you said.  You were not really in the mood to have your picture taken, in this giant coat of his, and that stupid Dallas Stars toque.  

"Oh, yeah, wait for the dogs," he said, making kissing noises to call them over, "Get her, get her."

You laughed as they starting kissing you, and you tried to stop yourself from falling backwards into the snow.

"Put your hand on your stomach," Tyler said, "Like you're pregnant."

You obliged, but part of you wondered if he was this crazy about taking pictures of you when you were pregnant, what he'd be like once the baby was actually here.  But you didn't mind, anyways, because it wasn't like taking pictures of your outside was on your mind anyways, it was more the ultrasound photos you were obsessed with. After he took the picture he moved behind you, pushing the sled with his foot, and you screamed as you went down the hill, which, thankfully wasn't very big, but you could hear him laughing the whole time, and starting launching snowballs at him as soon as you stopped, which he dodged.

You played outside for probably a couple more hours, and then you went inside, cleaning up all your wet gear and the dogs.  You had a bath, because you had a bit of headache and that always seemed to help, while Tyler made grilled cheese sandwiches and the dogs took a nap.  By the time you were finished with your lunch, the snow had really started to slow down, just an occasional snow flake every now and then.  

"You have a snow shovel at your house, right?" Tyler asked, looking back at you from the window.

"Yeah," you confirmed.

"We should probably head over there."

"Why?"

"I want to get your driveway shoveled," he said.

"Tyler, you don't have to do that."

"I want to get your driveway shoveled," he repeated, "You can grab clothes and your own shoes or whatever too."

"The roads," you said, looking outside.  Both of you lived on more side streets, so it wasn't like the roads would be plowed until later anyways.

"We can walk," Tyler said, "The dogs will love it.  What else are we going to do, anyways?"

And so, you set off with the three dogs, and the sled, which Tyler had set a small bag of deicer on, pulling it behind him after you talked him out of trying to attach it to one of the dog's harnesses and trying to tell them to mush.  You'd tossed the leashes in there, too, after letting them all off, because they weren't going far.  And it was an incredibly slow-going walk because there were tons of kids out who all wanted to pet the dogs, but that was fine.

"You guys are so popular,"  you said, after probably the sixth group of kids had come to say hello.

"Yeah," Tyler said, "I can't believe no one has complimented you on your hat though."

You shook your head, even though he probably loved at the attention his dogs were getting more.  The roads weren't too bad for walking, until you got to the place to a hilly section, and then you were having trouble getting traction, especially because the boots were a little too big on you, and your feet kept slipping in them. Tyler had insisted that you hook elbows which him, which was a little embarrassing, especially when you passed by an older couple who weren't even trying to help each other not slip.

After your foot slipped a little again, Tyler sighed, letting go of your elbow.  "Get in the sled."

"I'm not going to fall," you insisted, you weren't even close to falling, it was just your feet slipping.

"Yeah, I know," he said, "Because you're going to be in the sled."

You were still doubtful, because you were a grown woman, and the only people you saw getting pulled in sleds were children.  And it wasn't like you were actually going to fall.  

"C'mon," Tyler said, "It'll be my workout for the day."  As if you weren't going to have him shovel your driveway.

He was unmoving, though, so you got in, settling yourself, until you got to the base of a hill.   "I can get up and walk up the hill," you said.

Tyler looked over his shoulder, smirking at you.  "Umm, I'm a professional athlete, remember?"

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't even two feet up when Gerry tried to walk on, settling between your legs, and you tried to grab him so he didn't tumble over.  He definitely still thought he was smaller than he actually was.  At least he seemed to inherently know that he couldn't go in your lap anymore.

"You're the youngest," Tyler grumbled, "You shouldn't need a ride."  He was definitely doing a lot of grumbling as he pulled you up the hill, but you could tell it was exaggerated.  He did, however, stop, when he got to the top and bent over a little bit, like he was trying to catch his breath. "I can't believe I just pulled three people up the hill."

"One person," you clarified, and he gave you a pointed look.

"The baby weighs less than a pound," you said, "And Gerry's a dog, he's not a person."

Tyler gave an exaggerated gasp, as Gerry jumped off the sled, following his brothers to investigate a tree.  "Don't let him hear you say that."

You were watching the dogs, as you got closer to your house, now on fairly flat ground, but you let out an noise of surprise that Tyler couldn't even hear over the sound of crunching snow, and then an "oh my god".

"What?" Tyler asked, looking behind him.  You were smiling, so he followed your gaze to the dogs, "What did they do?"

You shook your head, your hand going to where you felt the sensation. "I think the baby just kicked."  You though maybe you'd felt movements before, but it really wasn't distinct and you couldn't tell if it was from the baby, or just a figment of your imagination, or you misinterpreting something from your body.  But this felt like an actual thumping, like a foot or hand hitting you from inside or something.

You were actually shocked you were crying, just smiling, even as the dogs came back over, licking your face again.  

"Really?" Tyler asked, smiling back at you, "Do you think he'll do it again?"

You shook your head because you had no idea, and Tyler waited  for a minute before he started walking again, "See?  He likes playing in the snow."

You were now trying to mentally calculate how old he'd be during the first snowfall next year.  He'd probably be old enough to sir in the sled, just as long as someone sat with him.

Once you got to your house, you went inside because you had to pee again, of course, and you also wanted to get your actual snow clothes, and change your boots, and grab a couple of other things while Tyler got started on the driveway, but it wasn't long before the dogs were barking at your door.  You brought some water out for them, because you figured they might be thirsty, although they'd also eaten a lot of freshly fallen snow, so you weren't entirely sure.

"Tyler?" you said, tossing all the stuff you were planning to take with you on the sled, and he looked up at you, "I think I'm going to go to the store while you're doing this."

"You want to drive?" he asked.

"No, walk," you said, "It's just around the corner. I really want peppermint ice cream."

"Ice cream?  It's cold out." Exactly.  Which meant it wouldn't melt on the way back to his place.

You shrugged, "I'm not cold," you said, "There's so much blood in my body, I'm never cold."

He gave you kind of a weird look.  "We can go to the store after.  Don't leave me here with the dogs by myself. They'll be pissed."

You laughed, sitting down on the snow now that you had your snow pants on, settling back on the your arms, which was a bad idea because, the next thing you knew, a bunch of fresh powder was being sent towards your face, and you sighed, Tyler standing there laughing with the shovel in his arms.

You leaned over, gathering several snowballs, and trying to hit him, but your aim was horrible.  "Get him," you said to the dogs, who were running back and forth between you two at that point, and they went over to him, but didn't do much once they were there, and he want back to shoveling.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked, "Should we get something, too? Or you want grilled cheese again?"

"Umm..." you considered,, "We could make pizza."

"Make pizza?" he asked, "Isn't that a lot of work?"

"No," you said, "It's fine."

You mentally considered what he had in his house and what you had at yours, going back to grab some yeast for the dough.  You'd just have to grab some toppings at the store.

When you went back out, Tyler was almost done, sprinkling the deicer over your driveway now.  "So, its not supposed to snow anymore, but if it does, I don't want you trying to shovel it yourself.  Call my dad, he'll do it for you," he said, "Or call my mom.  She's strong."

"I'm strong," you protested, and he gave you a pathetic look.

"I don't want you hurting yourself," he said, "Promise?"

You nodded, because he looked serious, "If it's that bad, I won't go in," you said.  "Or I'll take the bus."

"Okay," he said, "But, really, you can ask my dad if you need help carrying stuff or something, he won't mind.  Or ask me and I can ask him."

"Okay," you agreed, because you could see that it was important to Tyler that you did, even though you didn't anticipate needing something heavy lifted.

You walked over to the store, where Tyler made you wait outside with the dogs while he went in, because he didn't want them going nuts if you went in.  He was taking a pretty long time, though, and you were contemplating calling him when he came out with two bags, which was way too much based on what he went in to get.  

"Here's the ice cream bag," he said, handing the bigger bag to you and setting the other one in the sled.  

"How much did you buy?" you asked with a laugh, starting to look through it.

He shrugged, "You can take whatever we don't eat home with you," he said, and then, "Oh fuck."

"What?"  

"I forgot pickles," he said, looking at you, "Y'know, for your ice cream."

You rolled your eyes, looking through the bag.  He'd gotten peppermint bark ice cream, chocolate peppermint gelato, some coconut milk mint chip ice cream, and some mint chip Halo Top.

"That's good for you," he said, "Protein."

"Why are you obsessed with my protein intake? My baby's not a body builder."

"It's good for you.  I got regular stuff too.  Lots of it." he said, stopping and digging in the bag to pull something else out: Pumpkin Pie Halo Top. "I thought you might like this. It was on clearance." he said, taking the whole bag from you and adding it to the sled.

"You didn't have to buy so much," you said.

"Well, it's not all for you.  I want some too."

You walked back to his house successfully, and now you were working on making the pizzas while he was working on packing up his suitcases so he'd be ready to go tomorrow.  The snow made everything so quiet, although you could still hear some of the kids in the neighbourhood out playing even though it was getting dark.  It was nice, really.

You'd made the dough and were getting started on prepping the toppings when Tyler came back in, leaning around you to show you something on his phone: a picture of all three dogs in the bed, cuddled up around your pregnancy pillow.

"It probably smells like you," Tyler said, "But I'm not sure where we're sleeping tonight."

You had an easy evening, sitting on the couch and eating your dinner, and then a sampling of each of the ice creams while you were watching your Grey's Anatomy marathon.  Tyler had turned the fireplace on but the door was open just a little, so it was the perfect temperature, and the cool, fresh air from outside was coming in.  You were sitting on the couch with your legs pulled up, which felt really great on your hips, Tyler laying down on the couch with his arm extended under his head.

A sex scene came on, which really wasn't unusual, but it was unusual for Tyler to be right there and not over the phone while you were watching it, and you were suddenly aware of the fact that the back of his hand, which felt surprisingly warm, was just gently touching your knee.  You pulled your knee a little closer to you, so you were no longer touching, and then Tyler's hand moved back.  So you did moved it again, and the same thing happened, a frown appearing on his face, even though his eyes were still on the television.  You did it again, and this time his whole hand came up and covered your knee.

"What are you doing?" you whisper-yelled.

"What are you doing?" he said with a smirk on his face, still not even looking at you.

"I...." you said, stopping when you realized you couldn't explain that him just touching you was making your whole body heat up and your heart beat a little quicker.

He turned his head now, resting it in his chin, innocently tracing patterns with his finger on the couch, "Are you having problems with me touching you?" he asked.

"No," you said, "Of course not."

"Great," he said, settling his palm on your knee again, deliberately shifting his hand two inches higher, watching for your reaction.  He wasn't just resting it there, but he wasn't squeezing your thigh either, but he'd placed his hand in such a way that every centimetre of his hand was flush against the curve of your leg, and you could feel that, even through the pyjama pants you were wearing.  You'd inhaled sharply when he moved his hand, and then you were stuck staring at it, seeing how big it looked against your legs. He started moving it back and forth, perpendicular to your body, still nowhere close to anywhere inappropriate but you shivered.

"Are you sure you're not having a problem?" he asked, running his other hand over his beard, "Like, libido problems?"

"What?" you said, your body tensing and you sat up higher.

Tyler was grinning now, moving closer to where you stiffened away from him.  "I was reading this interesting thing, it said, in the second trimester, women's sex drives often return to normal or even increase."

"Why were you reading about the second trimester?"

"I was curious, after you said your hips hurt," he said, "But don't try to change the subject.  I know how high your sex drive is.

"What? My sex drive is not high."

"Y/N," he looked down his nose at you, "I was there.  I know."

"You're the one who has a high sex drive," you said.

Tyler lifted his hand up, like 'what's you point?'.  "Yeah, I know," he said, his hand moving another couple of inches up your thigh, testing the waters, "If you're this tense, you could have said something."

"I'm not tense," you tried, but you really didn't sound convincing at all.

He moved away, sitting up,  and your body felt a little let down from the lack of touch, but then he moved in again, his beard brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, like it was a mistake.  But he lingered.  "You're kind of acting like you need to cum," he said, and you almost moaned out loud, your body craving that release and satisfaction, and your head tilted off to the side, begging him to kiss your neck, "I'd be really happy to help."

"Tyler," you said weakly, because part of you was thinking this was a dangerous path,  but he was right there, and it was so easy, and so familiar, and so good.

He pulled back just a little, so he could actually look at you, softly asking "Yeah?" He wouldn't push you, of course he'd never push you, but he knew you so well that he could read your body language, even when different words were coming out of your mouth.

You nodded, just a short movement of your chin but he notice, moving in to kiss your temple.  "Good," he said, kissing down your jawline, "you just need to relax." Usually, hen people told you to relax, you only tense up more, but he be said it in such a light, drawn out manner, like he was giving you permission to relax.

"C'mere," He said, his hands going around your shoulders to turn you sideways, and then he scooted back into the corner of the couch, inviting you to move between his legs.  "It's just you and me," he said, his fingers slipping up under the band of your shirt, but they ghosted quickly over your stomach and you wondered if he didn't want to touch you there.  His fingers went right under your boobs, ight where your underwire would be.

"No bra?" He asked, moving his fingers back and forth, and you didn't even have any idea how many nerve endings had to be there, based on the way it felt to have him touching you, feeling every rough spot on your hand. His lips were still against your temple, and you could feel him smile when he asked the question.

"I was in my pajamas," you said, and you felt him chuckle.  

"I knew you weren't wearing a bra every since you got changed," he said, "it was pretty obvious."

You barely had time to blush because his hand was moving up, over your breast, and you knew he had to feel your heart beating.  "Are these sore?"

He moved his fingers across them, like he was rubbing in lotion rather than trying to get you off.

"Not really, they're--" you jerked when two of his fingers came up around your nipple, which pebbled immediately, sending a shockwave right between your legs.  

"Sensitive?" He asked, and you nodded, him slowing his movements a bit. It was weird, he could be so loud and teasing at times, but when you were intimate like this, it was like a switch had flipped, his voice becoming both light and deep, like it was meant for only you to hear.  "Is it okay?"

" Yeah," you said, your hand going to his forearm under your shirt, because you couldn't put into words that you liked it.  You turned a little, lifting up,  so you could meet his lips.  They felt soft and plump under yours, and he sighed into you, your tongues getting involved now too.  It wasn't rushed at all, completed unhurried and sensual.  You laid there, smiling against him lips when you were done.  

His hand went back to moving on your breast, and you untwisted your body.  "Rest your head back against me," Tyler said, his hand going to soothe you back down against him chest, moving  your hair out of the way, "you don't need to do anything."

He played with your breasts a bit more, you breathing heavily the whole time because it was so much, his lips coming to suck at your shoulder, right where the short sleeve of your top had lifted.  By now, your hips were shifting, your body wanting something more.

Tyler must have noticed, because his hand moved out from under your shirt, slipping just under the elastic of your pj pants. "Why panties?" He asked, but you weren't going to explain to him that you just seemed to be always kind of wet, but then he said, "can you take them off?"

You used your hands, lifting your hips off the couch, sliding them down with him helping you, his hand so close to where you wanted it.  Once you had everything shaken free, he was pulling you back, his hand grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and easing it over you, though you weren't sure if it was because he was worried you might feel uncomfortable you were the only one naked or that he thought you were cold, or for some other reason.

His hand ran up your inner thigh, dipping between your lips, and Tyler took a sharp intake of breath, "You're so fucking wet."

"Mmph" you said, your hips moving towards his hand, seeking, "I'm so..I'm so..." you tried to explain.

"I know," he said, a hand running up your side as if that would  soothe you.  "I can tell."

He played with your arousal for just a moment, not touching you anywhere where it mattered, but it felt like your pussy lips were clenching around him, which you didn't even think was possible.  Two fingers eased down to your entrance, just circling it and pressing inside.  Before you even realized It, your hips had pushed up, taking all of those two fingers at once, and you made this horrible noise like an "ungh".

"Fuck, that's so hot," Tyler swore, his hand and your centre staying connecting as your hips dropped back down on the couch.  Your knees fell open and he sort of circled his fingers inside you, touching every part of your sensitive walls, his thumb turning sideways and just rubbing back and forth against your clit, applying a little pressure.

" Is it too much?" He asked, and you shook your head against his chest, hoping that he wouldn't stop.  

"Perfect," you managed to get out.  It was just what you needed, nothing more nothing less.

Your head eased a little off to the side, your eyes falling shut as his free hand moved up to hold your breast, his beard brushing against the side of your neck that was exposed to him, kissing and then gently sucking.  You just wanted to stay like this forever, trying to memorize every sensation and feeling because you'd need it later.

"Tell me when you're ready," he said, because somehow he understood.  His fingers didn't really move anywhere, just keeping that pattern inside of you, filling you up just right and hurting a sensitive spot every now and then, and you'd shudder a little more.  Is thumb kept moving back and forth, hitting the sensitive nerve endings in your clit but not really seeking an end.

"Feels so good," you said, because you had to tell him, your head moving with the rise and fall of your chest.  He didn't respond, but he moved his lips from your neck to kiss the top of your head, and then back again.

Your eyes were still shut, lost in sensation, not that you could see him even if they were open because he was behind you.  You were aware of the fact that your face was contorting with pleasure, a smile breaking across your face but then it'd be lost when you moaned, and you knew that he might be watching you, but you couldn't control it. You were aware of the tv being on in the background, but everything was fading away.  He never changed the pace of what he was doing, however, and you quickly lost all sense of time.

"More, please, more," you breathed the next time the pads of his fingers brushed your g-spot, and his right hand fell away all at once.  But the two fingers from his left hand replaced his right inside you, curving just right and setting up a rhythm before you'd even realized that hand was missing from your breast. The fingers from his right hand came to your clit, circling it just the way you liked it, although and little less pressure than usual but it was just right, your legs starting to shake immediately.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Yeah," Tyler echoed.

You were completely falling apart, bucking against him, and shifting your head back and forth.  You could feel moisture slipping from where your eyes where squeezed shut, but you didn't care.  These high pitched squeaking noises were coming from you when you started cumming, shuddering against him over and over, and his hands always seemed to be in the right place at the right time because it seemed to last forever.  Once your muscles started to release, his touch eased off, getting softer and softer as your trembling grew further and further apart.  Once your muscles felt completely spentand youd started to try and close your legs because you were too sensitve, his hands moved away, one settling on your leg and moving back and force gently as you came down even more, feeling so different even though it was essentially the same touch as where this had all started.

You started to become more and more aware of what was around you, realizing a different episode was on then in was when this had all started.  It might even have been two episodes later, as you were pretty sure you'd missed both Meredith dying and coming back to life.

"That looked amazing," Tyler said, his voice sounded different now, deeper and kind of gravely, his hand moving up and down your arm, out from under the blankets now.

" Tyler, I...." you said, trying to turn, aware of the fact that you should try to do something for him.

"Shh..." he said, stopping you when you were on your side and planting a kiss on the top of your head, settling it down against his chest, pulling more of the blanket over you.  "You're tired, just shut your eyes and rest."

And, like you had his other suggestion, you took this one, too.

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❛ CLUB DOESN'T GO FIRST ❜

with Ezekiel Reyes.

Request: Second part of this prompt.

BY @ly--canthrope

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 2.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

Sitting up and resting your back against the window, you cover your mouth to drown a loud yawn on the palm of your hand. Your head hurts too much, but not more than your heart, feeling yet the oppression squeezing it. Turning to the nightstand, you find a coffee with a hand written note that says ‘drink me with the pill’. Angel has been taking care of you for the last four days, sleeping on the sofa you can't imagine how hurt has to be his back. Feeling so sorry for him. The history repeats itself years ago. Lowering the blind a little, you grab the painkiller to swallow it with a sip of the cold drink. You don't want to check your phone, knowing what you are going to find. But the masochism is stronger than your desire for not doing it. Grabbing it from under Angel's pillow, you unlock it.

There are thousands of texts and lost calls from EZ's number. And, like every morning since four days ago, you read all the messages. This time, you have fifty two. The most recent is from twenty minutes ago. You're aware that he has been sleeping on his brother's door waiting for you to talk with him. But you don't want any explanation. You understood why he was leaving in the middle of the night, thinking that you were sleeping. And you don't want to think about the fact that he has been cheating you. But if it's not, what else?

To: angelito 👼🏻

“I'm still alive to my misfortune”

Leaving the phone away, you try to get up stretching your whole anatomy after putting your feet on the warmth floor because of the sun going through the window. Walking straight to the bathroom and after having another drink from the mug, you place it over the marble sink to take off your pajamas, which is basically an old Angel's shirt, you get into the shower. The hot water wets down your hair and your anatomy, rubbing your face to get rid of the rheums and gargling to clean your throat from the taste of beer and cigars courtesy of last night. When your mane is already washed, and your body too, you step out from the shower wrapped in a soft blue towel covering from your chest to your knees.

From: angelito 👼🏻

“Drink the coffee, take the painkiller and come to the clubhouse. Prez wanna talk with you”.

To: angelito 👼🏻

“Is your brother there?”

From: angelito 👼🏻

“In Yuma till tonight”.

Sighing heavily, you nod at the last message walking back to his room to get dressed. For a moment you thought that he was in the building hallway waiting again for you to talk with him. But you're starting to see ghosts in a house that it's not haunted. When you're ready, picking your basic stuff around the house, like the keys of your car and your wallet, to keep them inside your bag; you leave the Reyes house. Unlocking the black Camaro, you find a note stuck in the front windshield. ‘I love you. I'm so sorry’. Crumpling it into a ball, you throw it to the ground without giving it more importance than it already has.

Driving your way to the clubhouse, your phone rings on the codriver seat, flashing EZ's name on the screen. And you're about to throw it too by the window, when you have to stop your car dead some inches away to not run Creeper over, at the entrance of the scrapping.

“Shit, mami!”

“Sorry, Crep'!” You say, sticking your head out of the car for a moment.

Biting your bottom lip, dying of shame, you continue by the gravel road to the front yard. Parking close to the motorcycles, Angel receives you between his strong arms, as soon as you step out of the Camaro.

“Gotcha!” He screams with a singing voice, lifting you up some seconds, squeezing you under his grip and making you laugh.

“Stop! You're gonna break me!”

“Yeah, sure… 'cause you're soft and fluffy, aren't you?” He jokes pocking the tip of your nose, before placing an arm on your shoulders.

“What does Bishop want?”

“You will see, (Y/N)”. He smirks at you, bringing you to the inside of the clubhouse. “He's in the Templo”.

Greeting the other members and grabbing another cup of coffee, you take off the sunglasses that cover the black bags under your eyes coming into it. Closing the sliding door, El Presidente gets up from his chair to hug you with an arm on your back.

“Sit down, querida”.

You have been all day thinking about the thing you want EZ to explain to you, making a whole speech in your head that you know you're going to forget when you see him again. Yes, you still be raged and bereaved, but you can't erase all at once a year of relationship, and a life of friendship. Your hands tremble over the steer wheel, clinging your fingers around it when you drive through the scrapping again when the night has fallen down above Santo Padre. Soon, you find him sitting on the porch waiting for you, after his brothers told him that you wanted to talk. Licking your bottom lip and breathing by your nose, you leave the car parked close to the motorbikes, getting out of it with dubious steps and your hands keeped in the back pockets of your jeans. Ezekiel smiles with a saddened aura wrapping him, noticing that the shine you used to have in your eyes now is gone. Standing up on his feet, you follow him to the roulotte, where everything happens. And even if you would like to have this conversation in another place, you know it's going to help you because of all the memories you have built there. This place is going to keep you in the real world.

Opening the door, the younger Reyes lets you come in first, closing it behind his back in the meantime you sit at the table. Your hands are intertwined in a first over the wood, with your gaze fixed on them, until he has a seat in front of you. Emboldening, you look at him.

“Those… three or four times you left past midnight, you went to see her?”

He nods.

“Yes”.

Licking your incisors with the tip of your tongue, you tour your lower lip with it. You already knew it. But it's painful hearing him confirming it to you.

“Did you f—”.

“No”. He just says, interrupting you with his eyes constantly on yours. No doubts, no trembling tone of voice. “I would never touch her. I would never touch any woman that it's not you”.

“Well, you were ‘actually’ touching her”. You laugh with a bitter and sarcastic laughter, resting your back against the sofa watching him snort. “Why? Why did you lie to me?”

“I couldn't tell you anything until being sure”.

“Being sure about what, Ezekiel? Fuck off with your secrets!” You bark hitting the table with the palm of your hand.

“Until being sure of who killed my mother... and who hired him”.

Placing both forearms on the table, frowning confused and your mouth slightly opened, you try to say something. Stuttering nonsense words. Now, in part, you feel like shit. You don't care anymore why he didn't tell you but the fact he has been through this alone. Rubbing your face with both hands and pulling back your hair from the roots to flood them onto your nape, you snort.

“Angel knows it?”

“No”.

“And… why Emily? What does she have to do with all this?”

“Jose Galindo hired a hitman to kill my parents”. EZ briefly explains, keeping his gaze on yours at all times. “Pops worked for him, but when he met my mom and got pregnant of Angel, he left the Cartel and ran away. I don't know if he… did it because he thought that pops could speak with the DEA or… I don't know… I don't know yet”.

“Do you… know the name of the… man who shot your mother?” Ez told you that he saw his face, but it wasn't enough to find him. He just nods, freezing your blood.

And you know it's the exact and perfect moment to drop your condition on the table.

“I want you to leave the club”.

The youngest Reyes twists his neck confused, because he wasn't expecting these words and you're talking pretty serious.

“If you want me to come back, I want you to leave the club. I want you away from Emily, from the Cartel, from all this shit. I'm not gonna live as your mother did. I love you, but this life is not for me, Ezekiel”.

“You can't ask m—”.

“Yes, I can. And I'm doing it. I've been with you for the last eight years. Unconditionally. Always by your side. But I can't. I can't anymore”. You sentence about to cry, gesticulating with one hand to cut the air between both. “I'm leaving Santo Padre tomorrow. You have until noon”.

You're hating Bishop right now more than you thought you could ever hate someone in your life. But that man is wise like a damn rat. And sometimes, he knows you better than yourself. Even so, you're fucking up EZ so bad that he's about to break into pieces when he watches you getting up from the sofa. A lot of bullshit dances in your head. His mother's murderer, Emily trying to get him closer, Angel living happily in his ignorance. You're sure that your brain is going to explode from one moment to another, when a strong and firm hand grabs your left wrist. Bowing down your orbs to the fingers clinged around your skin, you raise up your gaze to the man with his eyes filled with tears.

“I cho—choose you over everything”. He says with a broken thread of voice, shaking like a scared kid, slowly pulling you closer.

Surprised and stunned, you let him sit you on his lap. Sinking his face in your neck, he finally lets go of all those things that were oppressing his heart, turning them into tears. His tensed arms surrounding your waist, making you know that he doesn't want you to go.

“Isn't it enough to asking him to do it?”

“Querida, words will always be words. And words are gone with the wind”.

“I'm gonna destroy him”.

“Didn't he do it first? I want his kutte on my table”.

Doubting, you bring your hands to the back of his head. As soon as he feels your touch again, his cry gets louder staining your shirt holding you stronger. EZ is trying to ask you to stay, to tell you that he's going to do whatever you ask him for, but his voice is so low that you can't hear him well. Your fingers caress his scalp slowly, from his nape to the top of his head, resting your cheek on it.

Ezekiel takes one last look at the leather kutte exposed over the table of the roulotte. Since he came out of jail, the only two reasons he have had to continue his life have been you and this piece of clothes. They're his family. They love him. He enjoys the shit he does in some kind of way, but he can't imagine a life without you. For him it's going to be easy to find a job, start from zero in another city, another country. He knows it well. But he's going to miss riding his bike as much as he has done until now.

Taking the kutte and cleaning his tears, EZ has a deep breath before stepping out of the trailer, guiding his steps through the alley towards the clubhouse. Every member of his charter is sitting at the table inside the templo, without understanding what's happening when they watch him coming in with the vest in a hand. No one, except Bishop and Angel. He's devastated, having his heart divided in two. One of them falling into pieces. But that feeling is taken to the background because of the confusion that tours through his body, when he finds you there too behind Bishop's chair, resting your back on the dark wall.

“I just… want to thank you for… welcoming me here, as one more of you. For letting me be part of this family, but…” Ezekiel leaves the kutte over the table with trembling fingers, running his hands through the fabric to wipe out some small wrinkles. “I leave the club”.

“What?” “Brother, the fuck?” “Bishop, what is that?”

All the members talk in unison, while Angel looks at his brother in silence. Actually, he's feeling proud of what he is doing. Yes, he's leaving the club. But Ezekiel is showing that he cares about his family, more than anything.

“I don't know if I have to do… something before… leaving”. He says then, clearing his throat and tangling his hands behind his back.

“Wear that fucking kutte and place the boxes of beers that came this morning”. Bishop just says, while you take some steps to put your hands on his shoulders. “See? I told you, kid”.

“Listen, querida, I would leave the club too if you asked me to do it. You're the kind of person that could put out the flames of hell”.

“But… I don't want him to do it”.

“He will do it, if he loves you. If he truly considers you his family. We're always with this shit about ‘club goes first’, but that's not true. Blood. Blood goes first. No matter how bad your true family treated you, it's in our DNA. I will not let him go, it's just a test. And if he chooses the club over you, I'll fuck him up”.

“If you cross a single world, again, with Galindo's wife, listen to me, Ezekiel”. El Presidente gets up from his chair, placing one hand over the table to use the other to point at him. “I will cut your body into pieces, keeping you alive all the time possible, to spread it all over the desert. Don't play dumb, prospect, I am not kidding”.

The crew are still confused, but they know that as soon as you leave the Templo, Angel will explain to them what was the conversation between Bishop and you.

“And about you, querida”. The man turns a little, twisting his neck. “Look where you drive by. Creeper was shot some months ago, don't run him over too”.

“Yeah! Exactly! I'm fucking fragile, mami”.

“Like a Fabergé's egg”. You say rolling your eyes.

“If you say that because of what I'm thinking… I'm not bald, I like to shave my head”. He replies making fun of you, watching how you walk closer to EZ.

“Oh, c'mon! Isn't that bad to be bald, Creeper. You save money on shampoo”.

The laughs flood the Templo, in the meantime that you grab the kutte to help a confused EZ to put it on.

“Let's go, prospect, you have work to do”. Palming his shoulders, you accompany him to the bar, after closing the glass door.

“I… I… Wha—What hap…” Your boyfriend isn't able to form a sentence, rubbing his face with both hands. “Did you… Did he…?”

“We did” You reply, crossing the bar to grab some beers. Opening both, you offer him one. “I didn't want to reach the extreme of watching you hand over the kutte, but Bishop wanted to push you to your limits”.

“But, then… What happens with us? Are you leaving? Are you leaving Santo Padre? I did what you ask me to, you ca—”.

“Sometimes, I really think that you're not this… smart as you used to, Ezekiel”. Drinking from your bottle, you shake your head with a fleeting smile. “It was just a test, EZ. I'm not going anywhere. Bishop had the… brilliant idea of makes you proof me your love over the club”.

“So… You're staying?”

“I'm ready to punch you in the face, if you ask me again”.

Leaving his beer away over a table, he takes three big steps towards you, clinging his arms around your body. For a second you're sure that you're running out of air, before he starts to kiss your face all over it. He was truly fucked, and now is when you're seeing it. Surrounding his back with your arms, you push him closer to you, shortening all the possible distance between both.

“I promise I'll not keep any other secret from you. Never. I swear to my mom, baby. There's no one in this life over you, over what I feel for you”. Ezekiel assures you, sinking his face in the space between his forearm and your neck. “I love you. You're gonna see it every fucking day, mi amor”.

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Happy Thanksgiving

Brettonio (Brett/Antonio) oneshot

Summary: Antonio’s plans to cook a Thanksgiving dinner for Sylvie hit a few snags.

Note: This is based on a prompt I found on @otp-prompts-for-you:  Person A wants to make a big Thanksgiving meal, but for some reason nothing works out so Person A and B just sit together and eat instant ramen together for Thanksgiving

Sylvie sighed as she dropped her bag next to the door. The apartment was quiet, and the calm washed over her as she walked further in, relaxing her. There was the faint smell of something sweet lingering in the air, getting stronger as she approached the kitchen. She looked around for any hint of what she smelled and saw a pink post-it on the microwave.

Good Morning Beautiful. Made you some breakfast. I’ll see you tonight. Love you.

A glance to the bedroom showed her that the door was wide open and the bed made.

Happiness and love filled her as she opened the microwave and saw a plate of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon. They were still slightly warm, so she must have just missed him. With a smile on her face that promised not to go away for the rest of the day, she grabbed a strip of bacon to nibble on.

*~*~*~*~*

He was rereading his case report one more time when Jay stopped by his desk. Seeing the jacket in his hand, he asked, “You heading out?”

“Yeah. To Will and Natalie’s. How about you? Dinner with the kids?”

“No. Celebrating with the family tomorrow. Tonight it’s just me and Sylvie.” He had told her he’d make her a nice, smaller Thanksgiving dinner for just the two of them.

“Right on. Happy Thanksgiving, man. I’ll catch you later,” Jay held his fist out for Antonio to bump.

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

The rest of their unit slowly trickled out of the office over the next few minutes.

He called it a day, switching off his computer and making his way out of the building.

He pulled out his phone, On my way home.

He watched the “...” as Sylvie was texting back, and was getting into his car when his phone rang in his hand.

Diego

“Hey bud,” he answered, starting his car, “everything okay?”

“Hey dad, I left my bag at school, and mom and her boyfriend are out picking up food. I’m sorry, it’s my gym bag, and I need my stuff.”

He looked at the clock, I’ve got time, “Okay, I’ll bring it by.”

“Thanks dad.”

When the call ended he saw Sylvie had texted back,

Great! I’ll see you in a bit.

Sorry, Diego forgot some stuff at school, so I need to bring it to him. I’ll be quick.

Alright. Drive carefully. Want me to help get anything started?

No, don’t worry. I’ll be home soon, and I’ll make you that dinner I promised.

You better ;)

Laughing to himself, he pulled out of the parking space and made his way to Diego’s school.

*~*~*~*~*

He tossed Diego’s bag into the back and began driving out of the school lot. That had taken way too long. Traffic was ridiculous and he barely had to travel far. Getting to Laura’s place was going to take a long time.

His phone started to ring again, without looking too closely at the screen, he swiped to answer, “Hello?”

“Dad!” Surprised, he immediately recognized Eva’s voice on the other end.

“Eva, what’s wrong?” She had gone to her friend’s house and was supposed to be on her way, or already at, her mom’s place.

“Oh nothing serious,” she said immediately before her dad could panic, “It’s just,” he heard her release a huff of air, “I missed the bus, and rides are getting more and more expensive. I’m sorry to ask, really, but do you think you could give me a ride to mom’s?”

“Yes, of course. Where are you?” He said looking at the time.

“I’m at a cafe. I’ll send you the address.”

There was a pause and his phone vibrated again showing a message from Eva with a location.

“Alright, I’m on my way.” he said, pulling off the street to turn around.

“Thank you so much dad, love you,”

“I love you too. Stay inside, I’ll call when I’m close.” he said looking at all the cars on the road.

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.” He disconnected the call and pulled up Sylvie’s number.

“Hey you on your way back?”

“Uh, not exactly.” Antonio said slowly, “So, Eva missed her ride. I’m on my way to pick her up and bring her to Laura’s.”

“Oh, do you need any help?”

Fondness for her filled him at her offer, “No it’s alright, I just picked up Diego’s stuff and I’m already on my way to pick her up.”

“Okay,”

“I’m really sorry,”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing, really, just cleaning, watching tv...”

“You’re watching sappy Hallmark movies, aren’t you?”

“Hey, don’t make fun,”

Grinning, he replied, “I’m sorry. I’ll let you get back to it.”

Sylvie laughed, “Alright, hurry back to me.”

“Always.”

*~*~*~*~*

It was dark out when he finally made it home.

“Sylvie?” he called, hanging his jacket up.

“In here!”

He walked into the living room and saw Sylvie curled up on the couch with a mug in her hands. Sure enough, she was still watching her romantic movies.

She smiled brightly at him as he came to give her a kiss on the cheek, “Hi, everything go okay?” she held his hand, rubbing her thumb back and forth across his knuckles.

“Yeah, sorry it took so long. Traffic was a bitch.”

“It’s okay.” She pulled him down to sit next to her, rubbing his shoulders soothingly. He sighed, relaxing into her hold for a moment, his muscles releasing the tension from sitting in heavy traffic all afternoon.

He kissed her shoulder and made to stand up.

“I’ll have dinner out soon, I’m just gonna shower quickly,”

“Take your time.”

*~*~*~*~*

He was drying his hair when the lights in the apartment all shut off suddenly.

“What? No!” At Sylvie’s exclamation he quickly made his way to the living room to see what had caused it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked looking around before his eyes settled on her, her head thrown back and her hands covering her face, “Sylvie?”

“I’m missing the ending!” She said sadly, voice muffled.

Rolling his eyes, with a chuckle, he threw his towel onto the chair before testing the light switches.

“Damn, the power’s out.” So much for making dinner.

He sat down on the couch, dragging his hands down his face. Sylvie watched him for a moment, then moved over to him, laying her head on his lap and holding his hand. He smiled at her, “I’m sorry,”

She looked at him in confusion when he let out a bit of a sardonic laugh.

“I feel like I’ve been apologizing to you all day.” he explained.

“But really, I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to make you the dinner I promised.”

She shrugged and squeezed his hand, “Stuff happens. I don’t mind really. We’ll have dinner tomorrow with Camilla and Eva and Diego, anyway. I love that you wanted to do this, and I’m sorry it didn’t work out, but at least we get to spend tonight together.”

She sat up, then and pulled him in for a kiss, “Besides, you made me chocolate chip pancakes. I wouldn’t have cared if we had Instant Ramen for dinner tonight.”

He didn’t know what to say to this beautiful, magnificent woman for a long moment, finally he settled on, “God, I love you,” hoping it conveyed everything he couldn’t put into words.

“I love you too.”

“Well,” he said looking around the dark apartment, “what should we do for dinner? Who knows when the power’s going to come back on.”

“Give it a minute, maybe it’ll be back on soon. In the meantime,” she said sliding her hands beneath his shirt, “I can think of something we could do while waiting.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, leaning in for a kiss.

“Yep.” Sylvie said, tugging his shirt up with a playful grin.

With his shirt off, he laid her back down on the couch, pressing kisses to her chest, her neck, and her lips, so single-minded in his affections that all thoughts of dinner faded away.

*~*~*~*~*

The room was quiet an hour later. Empty ‘Cup o’ Noodle’ cups sat on the table, and Sylvie lay across the couch. Her feet were propped up on Antonio’s lap as he gently massaged her feet while sappy romance movies played on the tv in front of them.

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #387

“Salt Talk, Godmorgan, EAlex Portal Practice”

[Deer] Is down in the kitchen, stirring a cup of steaming coffee-

[Yaunfen] Comes downstairs- Hi mom! - They're carrying a bubbling pail of clear liquid.

[Waffles] Saunters down as well and busks on the side of the table.

[Deer] - Why hello to you too, and just what are you up to today, hm?

[Yaunfen] smiles warmly-  I made a soda fountain. So I came down to water the ferns with some of it.

[Deer] - That's a good idea, do you have anything else planned?

[Yaunfen] I dunno. Probably more fighting with Fru... - they trail off a little- But it's making some nice muscles! I can punch trees just as good as Steve!

[Deer] - Just be careful, don't get yourself killed, that's not something I ever want you to experience...

[Yaunfen] Their hair fluffs a bit, reminding her of Doc- I hope not! But I know you'll watch over me either way.

[Deer] - Always

[Yaunfen] Mom... am I ever going to be able to fly? Even Liz can kinda do it.

[Deer] - I don't know sweety, I mean, if you can become super heavy...  Maybe you can become super light too?

[Yaunfen] Brow furrows a little- Maybe... If you see Mix please tell me. I still need a scabber for Fru.

[Deer] - A scabber?

[Yaunfen] Something like that. It's some kind of magick bug.

[Deer] - Alright then.  And if you want to practice trying to be lighter, why don't you practice in the wither arena, just so you have a roof to stop you from going too high

[Yaunfen] Okay mom. - They dump some of the bubbly liquid on the ferns and there's a burst of fruity smells as the plant puffs bigger and healthier under the tending.

[Waffles] Sneaks a leaf off of a fern and drags it under the table.

[Deer] Looks down at her coffee and notices it's started to get cold- Oh darn

[Yaunfen] Aw. Just put it on top of the furnace. It'll get warm again. - They give her a little hug. - I'm gonna go play.

[Deer] - Alright, have fun- She goes and places her cup on top of the furnace

-There's a bit of noise from downstairs and TLOT fastwalks up from the gold room-

[TLOT] Ugh! I hate that thing. I know it makes him happy but cripes... my ears...

-The sound is Steve playing his digeridoo much farther down in the bowels of the house-

[Deer] Laughs a little- Everyone has things that annoys their lover to no end

[TLOT] Hops onto a stool in front of the counter, his fingers brushing on a lemon hanging heavy from a short branch of the semi-potted tree. - He hates my cheese, so I guess it's fair.

[Deer] - True- Deer sits next to TLOT, her mind distracted just enough for TLOT to pick up the buzzing from it

[TLOT] You seem to be full of thoughts today. But I won't intrude if you don't feel like talking. - He takes his helmet off and sets it on the counter before fluffing his messy hair and facing her.

[Deer] - No, it's alright, it's mostly just a bad feeling

[TLOT] Considering that you're part of just about everything here, that is troubling.

[Deer] - Doc has mentioned that there's a couple more major updates ready, but...  I don't know, I just feel like it might be a bad idea...

[TLOT] Are you worried about physics mistakes? Or something worse...? That one that stuck everyone in their alternate shapes was pretty bad.

[Deer] - I don't know, I feel like it might have more to do with me, as in, all of me- She gestures around them

[TLOT] Unfortunately I don't have any talent for seeing the future. But I do trust your instincts. What's the alternative though? Just stop going forward?

[Deer] - It would break Doc's heart...

[TLOT] Everyone likes new things don't they? The world just keeps getting more complicated. I'm just glad we're not a high res-server like Cp's old home. I'd protest if it ever went that far.

[Deer] - Yeah...  Hopefully I'm just overthinking all of this- She goes to grab her reheated coffee

[TLOT] I heard there's going to be visible fish...

[Deer] - Hera will love that

[TLOT] I think I will too. I love making little things. - He turns over a hand and accidently goes forward in his hotbar-

-There's a chirp and the cricket escapes from his inventory. It pops up into the lemon tree and squeaks out the song of healing as loud as it can-

[TLOT] Darn it. I guess you aren't the only restless one.

[Deer] - No I'm not, can you feel the tension Lie's giving off?

[TLOT] She's worried about Aether. I don't think that will stop anytime soon.

[Porygon] Is woken by the cricket and falls out of the small tree onto the counter. It scoots back and forth and makes an annoyed statick noise at the bug-

[TLOT] New pet?

[Deer] - Yeah, Doc traded the goomy for it.  And I think it's more than just Aether TLOT

[TLOT] -sighs- The wolves too...

[Deer] - TLOT...  Did you not feel that their sex was interrupted?

[TLOT] Blushes slightly- Well I wasn't going to air that laundry unless someone else mentioned it!

[Deer] - Did you hear why it was interrupted?

[TLOT] I did not. But I saw Cp and Notch log out and then Cp have to go back out again later.

[Deer] Grins- Aether learned to set herself on fire

[TLOT] OH NETHER. Well she's certainly Cp's kid!

[Deer] - Scared the shit out of Notch

[TLOT] I believe it. Babies get upset so easily.

[Porygon] Pokes their wedge-like beak into Deerheart's mug and there's a tiny slurping sound.

[Deer] - Porygon!

[Porygon] Jumps as much as it's treadlike feet will allow- beep???

[Deer] - I don't think you need any coffee

[Porygon] Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzurp.

[TLOT] Smiles- Sometimes we all need a little pick-me-up. Did you hear Alexsezia is making a little progress with Grinny?

[Deer] - She is?  That's great!  How did she manage that?

[TLOT] Good food and a cold floor. Grinny has been sleeping on her bed. Alexsezia likes cats and she's just as relentless as Doc when it comes to reaching out to someone who's hurting. - his gaze is a bit abstracted- I think her patience will pay off eventually.

[Deer] - That's good.  If the payoff is anything like CP's, then it will be worth it

[TLOT] I think he'll always hate Doc, but he might mellow if he has at least one human friend.

[Deer] - True.  Although I am glad things are quiet for the most part right now

[TLOT] How are you holding up with Slender here anyway? I heard he gave Doc a smack for concealing his mom and one for Cp for hiding the baby.

[Deer] - I've adjusted for the most part, I think any fluctuations that come from him are because of Splender

[TLOT] Yeah, I heard about their dad. I'm not scared persay, but I am... concerned.

[Porygon] Wheels over and sits on Deerheart's hand-

[Deer] - Their dad does sound terrifying, but I think that will be a fight that takes place outside of our cozy little server

[TLOT] Now I feel guilty... I just can't stomach the thought of going... out there. I can barely stand being high-res. It makes me feel like I'm going to have a panic attack.

[Deer] - You could always step it up, little by little if you wanted.  And Porygon?  You are heavy...

[TLOT] Looks very unsure- maybe...

[Porygon] Happy noises-

[TLOT] I've been thinking about that picture again... it's really haunting me.

[Deer] - Do you want to see if Yaunfen found any more?

[TLOT] I don't know. I just wish... maybe it's better if I don't know. Poor Zaya. I feel like she was just a friend, but no one deserves to die just to hurt someone else.

[Deer] - Your seed may hold more answers, and it has been awhile since you visited...

[TLOT] I do need to check on them. I'm just glad we haven't had to deal with Nessie in a while at least.

[Deer] Laughs a little- Besides, they haven't had anything to celebrate in awhile, and a new god may cause a party for days on end

[TLOT] That will be a cause to celebrate in Kore, and a kick in the pants for all the artists who delight in making statues of everything.

[Deer] - I wonder what they'd make Aether goddess of?

[TLOT] I'm not sure. Maybe just a certain star, or some aspect of the world.

[Deer] - I can't wait to see what other powers she may develop

[TLOT] Stares off for a long moment, his fingers absently stroking the raised edges of the jagged scar on his wrist. - I know I don't say it often, and I know you understand probably more deeply then any of us... but... - he turns to her fully, his starry eyes all the brighter for being removed from the usual shadow of his helm. - Thank you Deerheart. Thank you for coming out of your matrix to play with us all. I saw one of my best friends come back from the brink, drawn by the warmpth of your love. Even with all my powers, I don't think I could have achieved that one simple thing. You'll always have my gratitude and my blade to defend you if needed. - He gives her a slow radiation of his feelings and the room itself seems to warm with it.

[Porygon] Looks around in confusion- Beep?

[Cricket] Cheeps happily.

[Deer] Smiles- Thank you TLOT, that really means a lot to me.  It may have taken a long time to figure out what I really was and wasn't, but it has been worth it.  I don't think I would be happy either if I had remained on the side lines either

[TLOT] Nods- And whatever is troubling you, you can always bring to me as well.

[Deer] - I know, whether it be glitches, NOTCH's, or block changes, I know you will help

[Godmorgan] Stumbles towards the office in a sleepy fashion, they'd been up late working at home and realized they'd forgotten some things at the office.  They punch in the code for the door and then make a beeline for the coffee machine-

[Dofta] Watches him go past with a look of concern- Are you drunk Godmorgan???

[Godmorgan] - No, just very tired, I forgot some stuff here a couple days ago

[Dofta] How was the con?

[Godmorgan] - Long, I don't know what Jeb was thinking scheduling us for SIX panels

[Dofta] Snickers- He was thinking it wasn't him that was going.

[Godmorgan] - I'll kill him if he does it again- Pours themselves a cup of coffee- So what have I missed here?

[Dofta] Bites her lip- Umm... we got the problems fixed with the Phantoms, oh and Yster has a new boyfriend.

[Godmorgan] - Really?  How long is this one going to last?  And that was a fast fix on the phantoms...

[Dofta] Well umm, we borrowed a code monkey, an old friend of Markus's... And I think this guy is the one. He's a weird gothy Doctor with a British accent. Just her style.

[Godmorgan] - And an old friend of Markus's?  Which one?  I thought all of the ones that could code ended up working here at one point or another?

[Dofta] Is being both a terrible liar and evasive in tone. - He's a real ball of fire. Doesn't like working for other people. It was strictly a favor.

[Godmorgan] Suspicious look- Ooookay, speaking of Markus though, I need to talk to him soon

[Dofta] Is something wrong?

[Godmorgan] - No, I just need permission to use his avatar.  Jeb and I were having a discussion about doing a fan contest for one of the new pieces of merch and undoubtedly people will use his avatar for it

[Dofta] Do we really want to possibly draw attention to the NOTCH AI's by bringing that image up offically again?

[Godmorgan] - Well it's not like there isn't attention on the brine ones, and that's without any official merch for them  People are going to use Markus's avatar because of how important he is to this company.  You've seen how many animations he's in

[Dofta] Yeah... I know. Everyone likes to have good guys and bad guys to cheer or boo, and Jeb's avatar is too complicated in comparision. The Herobrine's get attention because Internet. People like a good creepy campfire story.

[Godmorgan] - Exactly, and they usually use Markus as the counterpart.  Although, I have seen a few animators pull off Jeb's avatar... Where is his highness anyways?

[Dofta] Jeb? Tinkering with the mainframe, or just asleep with his head on the desk. I'd have to walk in there to find out for sure.

[Godmorgan] - I'll go check

[Jeb] Is sitting at the desk in from of the mainframe with his head braced up on both hands, and dozing lightly. The screen is showing a complex pattern of position markers of brines and NOTCH AI's.

[Godmorgan] Leans on the door frame- Having fun?

[Jeb] Snrk! Uhhh. Oh! hello Godmorgan. Didn't expect you back so soon.

[Godmorgan] - Left some stuff here on accident, figured I may as well work from here today.  Checking on the AI's?

[Jeb] Yeah... this one just got moved to a new space and it's kind of interesting. There's a Herobrine and a NOTCH and a crapton of players. Both seem peaceful and there's no way the players haven't noticed them.

[Godmorgan] Looks at the codes- That's a big server, what's that little one next to it?

[Jeb] Looks- Just a private server. Looks like there's only a few registered players. Someone's personal sandbox I'm sure.

[Godmorgan] - Are you sure?  Something about that code seems a little odd...

[Jeb] Slightly nervous- Odd? It seems normal to me.

[Godmorgan] Shakes their head- I may just be too tired.  I'm gonna go grab that stuff from my office, there's a few things I want to go over with you

[Jeb] Oh dear... do we have to do it now?

[Godmorgan] - You set me up with six panels at the last convention

[Jeb] Yeeeeesss???

[Godmorgan] - You're going over the merch stuff with me and you're going to suffer with me

[Jeb] Slumps defeated- Can't I just sign off on everything and you do it?

[Godmorgan] - No

[Jeb] Playful- I thought I was in charge around here?

[Godmorgan] - I will make it so you can't log into your computer

[Jeb] You're mean.

[Godmorgan] - Let's go

[EAlex] Is up way too early for Licht's day off and there's the tiniest wisp of a smoky smell coming from the kitchen.

[Licht] Groans as she wakes up and rolls over- What are you doing?

[EAlex] calls back- Breakfast?

[Licht] Groans and gets up, going to the kitchen to see what the damage is-

[EAlex] Has placed a furnace in the middle of the room and is warming her hands in front of it while it cooks. There's a distinct smell of steak and there are two fixed baked potatoes on plates on the table- Good morning!

[Licht] - You do realize that's not necessary

[EAlex] Confused look- But you eat? I've seen you do it.

[Licht] - Yes, but I don't need a furnace to cook, I've got a stove, oven, microwave, and a toaster

[EAlex] But... I don't know how to use those very well... - She takes out two perfectly cooked steaks and the good smell wafts around the kitchen.

[Licht] Sighs, just so long as you clean up...

[EAlex] Okay! Eat up then. Do you have anything planned for today?

[Licht] - Some grocery shopping, but that's it

[EAlex] I was wondering.... if we could go to the server today...? I still need help with my portals.

[Licht] - Uh, sure, I'll text Doc.  But let's eat first

-le little bit of time passes-

[Doc] Has gone to Alexsezia's house to check on Grinny.

[Alexsezia] Hey. I was wondering when you'd come by.

[Doc] Well I didn't want to intrude. I brought you potion ingredients as a show of thanks and reparations in case he's destroyed a bunch of your stuff.

[Alexsezia] Takes the small chest- Thank you. Come in please.

[Grinny] Is sleeping on the bed-

[Doc] Walks into the main room-

[Alexsezia] He's probably in my room. He's kinda claimed that space.

[Doc] Well there's a bed and I imagine its easy to keep the other cats out... - Xe peeks into the doorway.

[Grinny] Is dead to the world in a patch of sunlight-

[Doc] Awwwwwww. - they snap a quick picture. - I won't bother him then, I have a few errands to do anyway. At least he's relaxed.

[Grinny] Is mostly in a ball, partially turned onto his back-

[Doc] Sneaks out. - That's a keeper.

[Alexsezia] Do you want some cheese? Just normal cheese.

[Doc] Sure, why not?

[Alexsezia] I'll make you a little half trunk.

[Doc] That gives me an idea anyway. - Xe takes the box and bids her farewell before setting off down the coast on foot. They stop in the garden to pluck some fruit and take a few things from a trunk near the back door before heading for Splender's house-

[Splender] Is heading towards town with Ringleader-

[Doc] Calls out softly from the shore, not wanting to be a pest. - Anybody home?

[Slender] Sighs in irritation and heads for the doorway- Yes?

[Doc] Is holding the trunk like a kid with one textbook facing down a principal - Am I inturrupting something?

[Slender] - No, is there something you need?- He teleports to the shore, a ripple of glitches following him as he does so

[Doc] No, just checking in. - They hold up the box. - Alexsezia made some cheese, so I brought you some, as well as bread and cheeries from my garden. It's a nice afternoon to just be outside.

[Slender] - Although the offer is appreciated, it is not necessary

[Doc] shrugs- No, it's not nessesary. It's just nice.

[Slender] - Very well- He takes the chest in a tendril- Is that all?

[Doc] I guess. Though there is one thing- They smile mischeivously- Just a screenshot, took it before I came over- They marry the shot to a random bit of paper and hold up the picture of Grinny snoozing blissfully in the sunbeam. - He seems to be making friends with TLOT's Alex; Alexsezia. I don't know about you, but it made me smile.

[Slender] - He's always been fond of sunny spots

[Doc] Most cats are. Give my best to your little bro and mom.

[Slender] - I will pass the message along when he returns from feeding

[Doc] Nods and jumps a bit as their carrot buzzes. They pull it out and hold it up- Hello?

[Licht] - Hey, EAlex is ready to come back

[Doc] Okay. Where are you?

[Licht] - My place

[Doc] Focuses and makes an opening into Licht's tv.

[EAlex] Steps through and reaches back for Licht-

[Licht] Sighs and follows-

[Doc] Closes the hole- Hi again-

[EAlex] See's Slender and freezes in terror- Ho-oo-ol-y shiiit.....

[Slender] Has a bit of a disapproving air about him-

[EAlex] obvious terror-

[Doc] Hey... are you okay? EAlex?

[Slender] Teleports back over to Splender's house, once again glitching the area-

[Licht] Is somewhat regretting not having brought her gun-

[EAlex] Shivers at the glitching -

[Doc] Pats her arm. - He's got a lot on his mind. That's all. Come with me please. - Xe leads them back up into the garden.

[EAlex] Why do I get the feeling that... person? could erase my existence way too easily?

[Doc] Grimaces- Because it's probably true....

[Licht] - I think I've seen that figure online...

[Doc] He's called Slenderman, and his reputation is not exaggerated.

[EAlex] Why is he here???

[Licht] - I'd like to know that as well...

[Doc] Well... it's complicated.... His little brother is super nice, and is here most of the time anyway, and I kinda helped summon his mom, so she's here too.

[EAlex] all eyeballs- Are you out of your freaking mind????

[Doc] I'd like to think I'm not.

[Licht] - Why would you do that?

[Doc] Because her husband is a much more unreasonable and murderous monster then her oldest son Slender. And people abusing their wives really makes me pissed off. Also she'd been estranged from her kids for a super long time because of her husband, the Wicker Man.

[Licht] - Well, I have to agree with you on the abusive husband part...

[EAlex] Yeah, nobody deserves that. It's still crazy though.

[Doc] Shrugs- I've actually spoken to the spirit of Insanity. Driving her out of the creepypastas has been a goal of mine for quite some time. Cp is my oldest case.

[Licht] - Insanity?

[Doc] Yeah, she sucks. She's like a minor goddess, likes to posess people and make them do horrible things without a flicker of conscience. She protects those she takes from Death, but she's still using them.

[Licht] - I see...

[EAlex] Shudders - What a horrible thought. I don't want anyone messing with my head.

[Doc] I feel the same. I have enough problems without fighting my own thoughts for control.

[Licht] - Anyways, EAlex, you had some things you wanted to talk to Doc about?

[EAlex] I was hoping for some help with the portal making thing?

[Doc] Ah... I'm not sure I'm the best person to help you... but we saw how Cp does it. Let's ask BEN this time. And if he's no help, I'll be your last resort.

[EAlex] BEN?

[Doc] Is typing in the chat asking him to come over if he isn't busy.

[BEN] - What?

[Doc] chat- Any chance you feel like helping a noob make her first portals?

[BEN] - Do I have to?

[Doc] Well no, but I would appreciate it. Tell you what, I'll give you some really good pot if you help out.

[BEN] - Can it wait a little? Hyrule and I are playing a game...

[Doc] Sure. That will give me some time to get my part of the deal.

-A few little clouds are gathering overhead and a few drops of rain patter down-

[Doc] Let's go inside anyway.

[EAlex] Looks up and lets the rain fall on her face a little before following- It's calming...

[Licht] - Rain irritates me, it can wash away evidence...

[Doc] Holds the door - Not much to wash away here, just the occasional stray pixel.

[EAlex] I like the sound.

[Licht] Gets inside-

-Gir bellies up to the fence and gives a slightly dusty snort. -

[Doc] Gives them an affectionate pat. - The room below this one is decently dry. Hopefully that will be good enough for BEN.

[Licht] - Is it difficult to learn how to make these portals?

[Doc] Yes. I mean you're literally breaking a hole between two planes of existence. I still have difficulty in my humanoid shape. It's easier to just be a giant dragon and throw my whole body forward headfirst to breech the wall.

[EAlex] Oh dear.

[Licht] - So what's the most basic portal?  Going between games?

[Doc] That is a lot easier. If you cross the server firewall you'll be in the void.

[EAlex] The void? That sounds ominious.

[Doc] It kinda is, it's cold and dark and easy to get lost.

[Licht] - That space you took me through?

[Doc] Yes. Once you get good at navigating you can get into any game, also onto different parts of the internet and come out of any electronic thing with a lens or a screen.

[EAlex] Whoah.... no wonder Cp acts like he does. He'd be near impossible to hide from.

[Licht] - And how many here can get out?

[Doc] Do you mean how many here can get out without help or how many are acclimated to exist irl period?

[Licht] - Can get out without assisstance

[Doc] Lets see... BEN taught Cp, he taught me and Lie, and there are some digital creepypastas from the Pokemon games that come and go. Strangled Red, Lost Silver and Glitchy.

[Licht] - So it's a very select group

[Doc] Not everyone wants to go irl, or are dedicated enough to learn to cross the barrier without help. My mate Deerheart, my child Yaunfen, Cp's generals Winston and Endrea and her son Ashe, and Markus of course and Flux. They can all go out too. It doesn't agree with everyone. TLOT hates even being on a higher res server. It literally makes him ill. Even I try to stay away from mirrors or look at my body too much out there, I get lost in the detail and it makes me self-concious and a bit unsettled.

[EAlex] The hightened senses are a bit overwhelming...

[Licht] - Well if this is going to take awhile, perhaps you should send me back out there

[Doc] What were you planning on doing today?

[Licht] - I have some grocery shopping to do

[Doc] Smiles - Anything in particular? You're free to raid the kitchen.

[Licht] - Just a supply replenish, out of peppers and some other things

[Doc] Makes a face- Ye gods... you like those things?

[Licht] - Yes?  They're not bad at all

[Doc] Incredulous look - Not bad??? It hurt so much I used the kill command on myself to make the pain stop!

[EAlex] Why would anyone eat something that painful on purpose???

[Licht] - EAlex, you ate peppers that one night that I made the pasta!  Only some peppers are hot

[EAlex] Oh... yeah those were pretty good.

[Doc] Maybe we're not talking about the same thing? Like variations in cheese maybe? -They make a small circle with their fingers - The one I had was bright red and about this big.

[EAlex] That's tiny....

[Licht] - Yeah bell peppers are bigger and have almost no spice

[Doc] That sounds much more edible. Cp basically gave me the ghost peppers as a mean joke. I'd never had anything spicy before.

[Licht] - I see, well, perhaps next time you should try the bell veriaty

[Doc] I'll happily trade you something if you bring me an example. I can copy things.

[Licht] - I'll just get you some while shopping

[Doc] Thank you.

[EAlex] Is watching Licht with a small smile. - I don't want to eat up your day off Licht... if you need some time, it's okay.

[BEN] - Yeah I'm not coming over

[Doc] -chat- It's only sprinkling a little. I can tp you and we'll stay inside.

[BEN] - BUT WATER!

[Licht] - Is the rain a problem?

[Doc] Sighs- He's a hydrophobic. It's a really awkward phobia.

[EAlex] Yuck... doesn't he get smelly?

[Doc] Yes.

[Licht] - I don't wish to smell that

[Doc] Then I'll let you out. But his mate does shame him into bathing when it gets really bad.

[Licht] - Thank you

[Doc] Takes a step back and charges forward a little like a headbanger in a mosh pit, the air crackles as the portal shatters open under the impact.

[EAlex] Be safe Licht.

[Licht] - I will- She goes through

[Doc] Closes it behind her and looks at EAlex - You look like someone with a lot on their mind.

[EAlex] sighs- I like her. She's pretty oblivious.

[Doc] That is rough... but these things can take a lot of time. Just be patient and see how it plays out.

[BEN] - So yeah, can we reschedule this thing?

[Doc] -chat- If I get Deerheart to stop the rain, will you come over?

[BEN] - Eh, I mean, there's other stuff I could do...

[Doc] Is sending a chat to Deerheart to please stop the rain for now- Come on. You should bring Hyrule over.

[BEN] Groans in chat-

[Deer] Turns the rain off-

[Doc] Is the tp preferable? I've got your weed.

[BEN] - Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine

[Doc] Pulls a very stinky plume of tiny flowers out of a trunk and sticks it in a little clay pot to keep it upright on the edge of the tub.

[EAlex] That is rank!

[Doc] He loves it though. - Xe tps BEN to hir-

[BEN] Sniffs the air and humms at the smell of the pot-

[EAlex] Is trying not to make a face. -

[Doc] EAlex, this is BEN, he's the first one to be able to be digital and real. that we know of at least.

[EAlex] Charmed...

[Doc] She just needs help making portals.

[BEN] - Portals?  Well how much do you already know?

[EAlex] I can get between electronics if there's a cord plugged in? And I managed to get off a phone and out into here.

[Doc] She was living on the wallpaper space of a cellphone for at least a week.

[BEN] - Well then we have our work cut out

[starlightlance]

Cocoa, Cuddles, and (Animal) Crossing (read on Ao3) 

@mmmullet I was your secret santa for @antisvldexchange !! I wrote some klance fluff and made a couple moodboards to go with it, I hope you like it and happy holidays! <3 (fic under the cut)

Lazy mornings were always a bore to someone like Lance. Someone who bounced from each exciting moment to the next, restless with anticipation in between. His gaze shifted towards Keith sitting on their couch. He was holding his Nintendo DS way too close to his face and had a scrunched up look, showing his concentration. His lips were pursed slightly and his eyes narrowed, attention fully dedicated to whatever he was playing on the ruby red console.

The corners of Lance’s lips tugged upwards slightly as he watched him. He stayed leaning against the wall observing for a few moments before moving to slide onto the couch next to Keith, who barely budged. Lance tucked into Keith’s side, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Whatcha playin’?”

“Animal Crossing.” Keith’s answer made Lance laugh softly. “What?” He asked with a slightly offended tone.

“You look so concentrated and invested. It’s Animal Crossing, Keith.” Lance shook his head, stifling another laugh.

“Hey, if I’m gonna be spending my time pulling weeds, I’m going to do it right.” Keith shrugged, making his character pull another plant out of the ground. Lance watched the screen for a while, commenting on Keith’s town and the huge loan he still had yet to pay off, before remembering why he’d sat next to him in the first place.

“I’m bored, Mullet. Let’s do something.” He twirled a few strands of Keith’s dark hair between his fingers, sighing slightly.

Keith closed the console, setting it down on the table and shifting his gaze towards Lance. “Like what?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to see if you had any ideas,” Lance grumbled.

“Animal Crossing?”

Lance hit Keith’s shoulder gently. “No, you dork. Let’s do something together.” He gazed out the window at the falling white snowflakes that gently hit the ground. There wasn’t enough snow to do anything outside yet, but the temperature was just as chilling. His eyes flickered over to Keith again, who was adorned in a large, dark red sweater with the sleeves too long for his arms. His hair was uncombed and messy, sitting in a black mop atop his head. Lance didn’t realize he was smiling slightly as he stared until Keith caught his eyes and raised his brows up. Lance felt a furious blush as red as Keith’s jumper spread across his hot cheeks. Keith just laughed.

“Okay, how about we make some hot chocolate?” He offered, still stifling his snickers. “I think we have some marshmallows in the cabinet.”

Lance nodded vigorously. “Yeah, that's good.” He shot upwards, rushing towards the kitchen. “I'm making it though, you'll mess it up again!”  

Keith rolled his eyes as he stood to follow Lance. “Oh, come on. I can't fuck up hot chocolate that bad.”

“You can't hide from the truth, Mullet!” He stopped short once he reached the kitchen, his socks sliding against the tile floor. His eyes widened and he smiled bright. “I have the best idea.”

“Oh, no,” Keith droned as he walked into the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest. “That's never a good sign.”

“Hush, this is good. We’ll make the hot chocolate after. Now, we’re gonna build a blanket fort.” Lance’s eyes shone with anticipation and childlike glee. He remembered the games he’d play with his older siblings, stacking blankets and pillows atop one another and laughing as they fell. Holding contests to see which fort would be the best and their mom scolding them for making a huge mess. He turned towards Keith with a smile planted on his face.

Keith looked unsure. “A blanket fort? I've never made one.”

Lance couldn't help gaping slightly when the words tumbled out. “Really? That's like...textbook childhood.” He bit his lip as he remembered that Keith didn’t have a normal childhood with siblings, games, and blanket forts.

Keith merely shrugged, desensitized to topics like that over the years. “Guess I didn't have one of those. But...you could teach me?”

Lance felt himself grin again. “Course, Red. Come on!” He grabbed Keith’s hand, racing off towards the living room again as Keith yelled something about Lance having too many nicknames for him. He disregarded that and stopped once they reached the living room, thinking for a moment. “This needs to be perfectly planned. Luckily for you, I have immense amounts of experience as the Blanket Fort Champion of the McClain Household.”

“Really?” Keith questioned, traces of sarcasm laced through the word. “Lead the way, Sharpshooter.”

Lance beamed. “Told you that nickname would catch on.” He started to pull off any blankets they had around the house, laying them down across the floorboards.

“You say that every time I call you that.” Keith laughed as he assisted Lance.

“Because it's music to my ears, babe.” They searched the apartment for all spare blankets and pillows until they laid in a large pile in front of the couch. Lance studied the different blankets and their surroundings. He went to grab a piece of paper and a pencil, setting it down on a table once he returned. The two began to plan together.

Lance gave Keith the pencil, since he was more skilled at drawing, and began to describe what he envisioned, his chin resting on Keith’s shoulder and his arms around his back. “Okay, so we should definitely use the stuff around us. The chair, the table, the couch. And there should be an opening in the front so we can see the TV. Yeah, yeah that looks good.” He continued to describe their future fort as Keith scribbled.

He held the paper up for Lance to see once it was finished. “Done.”

Lance scanned the paper, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. It was messy and disorganized but still exactly what Lance had wanted. “Perfect, let’s start.”

Keith grinned in response and stood, grabbing a few blankets. Lance followed him as they began to build their fort. It was challenging at first, choosing which ones to use for certain parts and balancing each item so it would stay upright. Lance decided to put some music on for entertainment, humming and swaying to the sound. He caught Keith’s eyes on him, a blush adorning his cheeks. Lance couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight and throw in a cheesy, “Like what you see?”

“Guess so.” Keith shrugged before nodding, obviously attempting to cover up the heat that had spread across his face. Lance winked before getting back to work, singing along.

Keith had left the room for a few minutes before bringing in a box filled with fairy lights. They strung them across the assembled fort and plugged them in, the lights twinkling brightly. The two added the finishing touches, which consisted of extra pillows, both of their DS consoles, and a winter candle off to the side.

They stepped back to admire their handiwork. Lance nodded, satisfied. “Not too bad, I’ll say.”

“Yeah?” Keith’s eyes were wide with joy, as if his inner child had been released. “I thought as the Blanket Fort Champion of the McClain Household you'd have seen some better ones.”

Lance couldn't help but smirk. “You know, this is probably the best blanket fort I've ever made. Now, let's get the hot chocolate.”

Keith looked pleased as they headed towards the kitchen again, making the drink. Lance made sure to add an abundance of marshmallows and whipped cream. He watched as Keith picked his mug up, taking a small sip and wincing when it burned his tongue.

“You have to wait for it to cool down.” Lance shook his head, grabbing his drink. Keith only shrugged as they made their way back to the fort. Lance set his mug down to put a movie on the TV and picked it up again as the two entered the fort.

Keith immediately grabbed one of the pillows, placing it in his lap. Lance took a blanket instead and sat down next to Keith, draping it across the both of them. He blew on his drink before taking a tentative sip. He tasted a warm, blissful chocolate, mixed with chewy marshmallows and cream. He sighed with content, turning towards Keith. “It won't burn now.”

Keith nodded, picking up his cup and taking a drink. He closed his eyes. “That’s good.”

“I know.” Lance curled up closer to Keith, tucking into his side. He was taller, but he curled up on himself a bit so he could rest his head on Keith’s shoulder. Keith didn’t seem to mind as he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, turning to kiss the top of his head. Lance glanced up at Keith, his lips slightly upturned. He examined the grey eyes with hints of purple woven throughout them and his stupidly long hair that Lance had grown to absolutely adore. He wondered how even just a small glimpse of Keith managed to tug on his heartstrings and make him absolutely crazy. Leaning up slightly, Lance cupped Keith’s cheek and pulled him close until they kissed. He felt himself grow warmer, his heart beating a mile a minute just like it did the first time, and the second, and so on. He would never grow tired of Keith, always infatuated by the sensation of being with him.

When they leaned back, both of them smiled brightly. Keith tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, which was inadvertently adorable. “Good idea. The blanket fort, I mean.”

Lance seemed to shine. “Thanks. But, what would it be without one of your ideas, too?” He reached over to grab the two DS consoles, holding them up. “Animal Crossing?”

Keith grinned reaching for his. “Animal Crossing.” They each flipped theirs open, launching their games. As they spoke and played, Lance’s mind shifted from the game to the two of them, cuddling together in their makeshift fort with twinkling lights and the background noise of a television show. At that moment, pressed against Keith and warm with the scent of hot chocolate, Lance knew he’d never been more in love.