#i fall in love so easily plays softly beside this post btw

[perenians]

so the thing with gale is that he's a romantic, right? he believes in serendipity, that love is a beautiful thing grasped at just the right moment—something that one must choose to keep hold of. love is the bond between souls, a single-minded devotion, the joining of two into one.

and so it stands to reason that he knows that to love is to be vulnerable. two souls cannot meld, not truly, without being fully bared to each other—the good, the bad, the ugly. still he chooses to love. he lays himself out for his beloved and says, i am prepared to be devastated by you. i will choose you, even if it means damning the entire world. he is willing to be destroyed by love, consumed by it, swallowed whole.

"have you ever walked to the edge of a great precipice, and marveled at just how easy it would be to fall into the void?"

[bloody-britt26]

Hello! Inspired by that pastel crush post, may you share headcanons or a drabble of Raihan falling for a witty n strong jock/goth trainer who is basically trying to become the flying type gym leader in Galar (w a few dragons on their team too, like a noivern or an altaria), they came to the region due to their fascination w history/ruins, so Raihan's first meeting w them is in the vault as they admired the tapestries? (the dragon finds a new treasure within his vault 🤭) Love your writing btw 💖

Thank you! Again, I apologize for the delay. I have no excuses besides being a slow goof who is easily distracted by absolutely everything. I made a drabble for this, so I hope you enjoy! ♡

🐉 Raihan crushing on a future Flying-type gym leader 🐉

The atmosphere of Hammerlocke's vault was eerily quiet, not a single sound from the outdoors pierced the walls. It was the perfect environment for you, allowing you to be lost in your thoughts as you admired the tapestries. They told the story of Galar's beginnings, and it was fascinating to you. 

Galar was a region filled with such a rich history, supported by vaults, ruins, monuments and art. It was the perfect region for a trainer that held passion and fascination for history such as yourself.

You held back a chuckle as you felt your pokéballs containing your main partners, Altaria and Salamance, shake impatiently. They hated being contained for long periods of time as they would rather soar through the skies, keeping a watchful eye on you. 

They have been with you since you were a young child. The three of you have been through many adventures together, and they have travelled all around your home region of Hoenn by your side. They were the ones who fought their hardest for you to achieve your dream of someday becoming a gym leader specializing in Flying-type pokémon.

"Simmer down in there. I swear, I'm almost done," you said, lightly patting your pokéballs.

As you plunged back into your own little world, you hadn't noticed that a new presence had entered the vault.

When Raihan was notified by one of his gym trainers that a newcomer had entered his vault, he was curious to see what kind of person it was. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised to see how invested you looked. Hell, you hadn't even noticed him enter the vault, or approach you. He was a man of history himself, so he could respect any trainer that showed the same respect and admiration for Galar's history.

As you were admiring historical treasures, he found himself admiring you. You had a style that he was particularly fond of: varsity jacket, ripped jeans, baseball cap and military boots, all in dark shades and colours. You seemed to be going for a darker jock look, and it suited you quite well, in his opinion. Your eyes seemed to shine, expression cutely contorted into one of concentration.

With a smirk, Raihan cleared his throat, wanting to get your attention 

Your eyes darted to your side, blinking at the new presence. "Oh, sorry…. I didn't notice you there."

Raihan shook his head, waving you off. "Don't worry about it. You looked like you were deep in thought there."

You chuckled. "What can I say? I've been a sucker for history ever since I visited my home region's ruins when I was a child."

"Foreigner, huh?"

You grinned. "Yes! Proud Hoenn native!"

"Well then, welcome to Galar. The name's Raihan, Hammerlocke's vault keeper and gym leader," he said, puffing his chest slightly as he was very proud of his titles.

"Gym leader, huh? Lucky man, it's always been a dream of mine to be a gym leader. I'm (name), by the way," you said.

"Really now? Is that why you came to Galar?" He asked.

"Well, partly. I also happen to think that Galar is one of the richest regions in history, and it's absolutely beautiful. It's nothing like the humid forestry environment that Hoenn has," you said.

"Hm… maybe we should battle someday. We could test if you've got what it takes to be a gym leader," he said, partly joking.

You looked at him with a small smirk gracing your features. "Sweetheart, I know I've got what it takes, and I'll gladly take you up on your offer. That is…. If they're not just hollow words, yes?"

Raihan blinked, surprised at your eager acceptance to his little challenge. You had a similar confident attitude as he did. He couldn't help but smirk slightly as he wondered what kind of pokémon batted by your side for you to be so at ease in the presence of a powerful gym leader.

Once again, you felt your pokéballs shake, making you roll your eyes. "I should probably go… my Altaria and Salamance will have my head if I don't let 'em out of their pokéballs. Plus, I promised my team that I would let them roam around the Wild Area."

You chuckled when Raihan stood there, visibly looking like the cogs in his brain were spinning at the mention of Altaria and Salamance. The man was a dragon lover, you could tell that much by his physical appearance, choice of colours and clothing.

"Be seein' you, right? I still need to kick your butt in battle," you said with a brow raised.

As you started to walk away, Raihan snapped out of his stupor. "H-Hey, wait!"

You peaked behind your shoulder. "Yes?"

You had to hold back a laugh as Raihan fiddled with his hoodie. He looked like a child that was about to ask his parents something outrageous. 

"Would it be weird if I come with you? I just-"

"You want to meet my dragons, right?"

He nodded rapidly, a big dorky grin on his face. "We don't have them here in Galar! Pleeease?"

"It's fine with me. Come on, dragon boy."

~~~~~~

Your time in the Wild Area had quickly turned into a playdate between your pokémon and Raihan's. His Goodra rested her head in your lap, seeming to have taken a liking to the head pats you had to offer.

Your Gliscor, Talonflame and his Flygon raced each other in the sky. His Duraludon and your Aerodactyl were play fighting while your Gyarados preferred to swim in the lake on his own.

Your Altaria and Salamance were getting smothered in attention by Raihan. He was an absolute dork when it came to dragons, and it showed quite a bit.

Raihan was ruffling Altaria's feathers, cooing about how fluffy she was. Altaria had no idea how to react, she sent you confused glances here and there that screamed 'Help, mom'. Salamance sounded like he was laughing at her, which probably was a bit of revenge for him as Altaria had laughed at him when Raihan kept taking selfies with him.

Raihan glanced at all of the pokémon that surrounded both of you. He had to admit: he was impressed with your team. Specializing in a specific type meant that you would need to have good type coverage to counter your weaknesses, and your team delivered. Your Gliscor could deal with rock and electric pokémon, and your Talonflame and Aerodactyl could deal with ice pokémon.

Your pokémon definitely looked well trained. Looking at Aerodactyl and Duraludon who were play fighting, he noticed how his ace dragon was visibly struggling to keep up with the prehistoric pokémon. The urge to battle you was growing as he felt that you could give him a run for his money.

He looked back at you and smiled softly at the sight. You were laughing loudly as his Goodra nuzzled you affectionately, you didn't even care that you were all slimy.

If you would let him, Raihan would love to get to know you on a more personal level, and maybe he could help you achieve your dream of being a Flying-type gym leader right here, in Galar. You had so much potential.

In the end, he ended up finding an extra treasure in his vault.

[danddymaro]

Sunshine |Revolver Ocelot X Reader

-╮( ꒪౪꒪)╭ 

Ocelot is one fine man. 

And of course, I’m not gonna bash sweet, little Quiet here.

BTW It’s still the same concept as the other MGSV things I've posted, simply because it’s just easier for me to start with a clean slate on a character, especially one who is a reader insert.

Sunshine

Cold droplets fell from the grayed sky, raining down on to mother base with great generosity. Large puddles were created as a result of the ongoing downpour, one's the young (h/c) haired woman had stepped over as she ventured out from her small, yet comforting room.

"There's so much rain..." She said with a small smile, not at all troubled.

It had seemed like there was no end to the falling globs of clear moisture, but at the very least they became tame as more time progressed, calming into gentle showers, ones that were more inviting than the previous large bits that fell.

Rolling her sleeve back (f/n) let her hand creep beyond the protection of the roof, letting the wet coolness touch her skin with her smile remaining unmoved.

'I love the rain,' She thought to herself, wiggling her fingers, letting the wetness glide past them.

She loved the rain, and of course, aside from her, there was someone else who adored the same downpour she did...

'Quiet...'

(f/n) thought of her more and more, so much so that whenever the precipitation came, she was the first thing that came to mind.

Because the green-eyed silent beauty also loved the rain, and she always showed appreciation for the showers, accepting the falling moisture which drenched her, enveloping her with life she had come to find oh so precious.

A familiar helicopter then approached the vicinity, hovering high above the LZ to land, and at the sight (f/n) beamed.

'I guess he's back now,' she thought happily, adding more to the joy she had felt a few moments prior.

Curious, she watched as the door opened to reveal the brunette female which had accompanied V staring out onto nature's shower.

There hadn't seemed to be a moment of thought before she stepped out, worry-free of a harsh crash. Quiet then fell from the sky, descending like a weightless feather, gracefully falling onto the wet ground. And of course, she played with the falling rain, her joyous dance having been one the (h/c) woman had witnessed before.

But unlike any other time before, (f/n) watched wide-eyed as Snake joined along.

At first, it didn't seem that it had been his intention, but the silent woman coerced him. With little effort, she convinced him to play in the mindlessness, to forget about everything else on the outside of their bubble of glee.

(e/c) eyes watched, unable to move, unable to gaze away, no matter how much her heart had clenched at the sight. She felt the muscle become well-wrung, like a dampened towel being twisted and turned dry, and she knew she probably should have looked away, pretending as though she hadn't seen a single second of it, but it was near impossible.

Her small smile slowly died, and the world began to grow silent and still for her.

By then, nothing but the two returning people existed.

It was just Snake and Quiet, as well as her still-beating heart, struggling to stay alive through it all.

Immersed, she didn't hear the steps come from behind her, nor the presence of the man that had come to join her, eyes trained on the same sight hers had been.

"Well, would you look at that, " the deep, masculine voice said aloud, the sound coming from behind her, a linger of astoundment and overall amusement present in his tone as he made himself known to the (h/c) young woman.

The platinum blonde male stopped his steps entirely, standing right beside her as he gazed down at the playful act, just as she had been doing so, easily coming to the same conclusion she had.

"They seem to have taken a liking to each other... Getting along better than I expected," Ocelot mused, a hand holding his chin as he seemed to smile coyly.

Moving just her eyes, the woman took notice of his expression, swallowing down her bitter spit.

'It's not just me then,' (f/n) thought dryly, knowing she wasn't just seeing things where they weren't.

Drawing her eyes back to the pair she drew a shallow breath, " Seems like it... doesn't it?" She said with a forced smile being formed, one that came out lopsided and imperfect, a twitching mess that just couldn't pass as a genuine show of happiness.

All the while, she felt a small pin needle repeatedly jabbing at her heart as she forced the perkier tone to be shoved out her mouth. She felt a stinging pain come from within her chest, an annoying ache she couldn't do away with, which only grew more prominent as she stared on at the pair with glowing envy.

'I'm jealous...I'm jealous and I can't even hide it...'

" In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him actually smile," she said breathlessly, watching the brunette male's scarred face as it showed obvious joy, his smile small, yet notably stunning.

Stunning...beautiful...

'His smile is so lovely,' she thought as she stepped out more, robotically stepping into the rain herself, so immersed into the two brunette's show of affection that she didn't even realize the cold wetness had begun to blanket her, melting over her until she was soaked through.

'I had wanted nothing more than to raise one from you Snake...To get you to relax enough to show me just one...' she continued on. 'And I just knew it would be beautiful,' She mused, her hands falling onto the wet railing as she watched the equally joy-filled woman kick the wet ground playfully.

'- And of course you...' she thought. ' I knew you'd be able to do it...That's what had me terrified of you,'

(f/n)'s shoulders sank more, completely falling as she watched V do the same, responding back to the silly little game.

He seemed so different...so lively...

'He's the same man...' she reminded herself. 'He's the same man...but more open... All because of her...' she continued, placing her focus onto the woman instead, a low, drawn-out sigh leaving her.

Ocelot stepped toward the woman, a long stride of his reaching her quickly, putting him right at her side, unbothered by the downfall as well, his focus more on the (h/c) haired woman.

"You alright there Sunshine?" He asked her, his voice bringing her back from her deep thinking.

He tilted his head slightly as he stared on, fixed on her lovely, wet face.

'Sunshine,' She repeated inwardly.

He was the only one around that called her that...

In fact, he was the only one around that had a nickname for her, it being something special no one else had repeated.

Such an endearing name had been given to her, one that made her feel warmth, something she couldn't deny. Even in the present time when she felt her heart begin to be pulled apart, there was enough strength within it to grow warm.

'No one but you calls me that,' She thought with a shake to her head, a very minuscule smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

'And I've always wondered...Why?

Is there a special reason?'

"Sunshine..." he said again, followed by silence.

A small pause was set between them before he caved, asking something he'd been pondering over for while now,

"You're in love with him, aren't you?" he said softly, questioning her.

As he voiced his suspicion, the young woman's eyes grew wide, only for a fraction of a second before she shut them close, her bottom lip sinking in between her two rows of teeth, shaking her head with denial.

"No..." she muttered weakly, taking in a steady breath.

Her (e/c) eyes then peeled open, falling onto the pair once more, before slowly finding their way to the silver-haired man,

"Why?" she started, "Does it seem that way?" She asked, looking back at him with a half-hearted smile being formed.

Through the white blouse, he watched the outline of her undergarments show, her clothes having become sopping wet, clinging to her skin like a second layer.

And her hair was fully soaked as well, sticking to her face, making him press his lips together firmly,

" Can't help but see it that way," he answered her, answering truthfully.

'Otherwise you wouldn't be out here, looking so down... so heartbroken,'He thought to himself.

For him, it was as clear as day.

But he often wondered what part of him she loved, the man himself, or the legend,

What did she really feel?

She swallowed down a thick wad of spit, " No," she said with another shake to her head, " It's just that they understand each other." She said softly, " Even without speaking to one another, they were able to become so close," she added while she continued to observe the pair, her two hands melting together, palms pressed flat against each other.

"In fact, they seem almost inseparable now," she mused. " Kind of like the ocean and the sky," she continued on with a weary chuckle.

'They go together perfectly...' she added silently.

"You'd think they had a lifetime to build that trust... that level of comfort," she said whilst her fingers found their place between open spaces clasping her hands together. "In truth, I would have loved nothing more..." she trailed off, laying her forehead down onto her clasped hands, more specifically the sides of her thumbs.

It was difficult to get it off her chest, because she wasn't even sure what she felt,

Was she actually in love with Snake?

'I couldn't be...not when...well,' she stopped herself, shaking her head at the other thought that invaded her.

It was easy to simply accept that she was in love with Snake with the level of jealousy she felt, as well as with the amount of hurt she experienced when he paid attention to Quiet instead.

It would have been simple to come to the conclusion, but she knew there was so much more to it.

"I can't lie to you Adam..." she told him, "I would have loved nothing more than to be the one there with him," she revealed while she closed her eyes, finding it just a bit too hard to look at the man she was talking to.

"And I wish I could... " she added on, her voice becoming small, " I just wish I could have done the same," she admitted with a deep exhale, dropping her hands to her sides lazily in a show of frustration.

Her shoulders slumped and she hung her head as she let her confessions slip past her lips, falling onto ears she knew would be open to her.

She was relieved that of all people, Ocelot had been the one to come to her, because there was no doubt in her mind he cared.

If not, then why ask?

If not, then why always be there?

'No one else really bothers,' she mused.

"Even now while feeling such hatred for her, I still admire her," she admitted.

"I wish I could be her..." she went on. " So I could be by him, right there at his side," she said with certainty. "I wish I could be her... so then I could be strong," she explained further,

"- Strong enough to be both his weapon and shield.

Whatever he chooses.

Whatever he needs." She said with a grimace," Strong enough to be able to look him in the eye and to overcome...Overcome...This!" she choked over the last bit, hugging herself.

 "If I could have been her, I could have given him a smile," she said while forcing one of her own as she glared down at the floor.

"If I wasn't giving anything else in return then I could at the very least given him that one joy,"

He turned her towards him by using his thumb and index, taking a light hold of her chin and lifting it up.

"If I could have been her, I would have found a way to be useful and thank him for taking me in...For saving me when I was sure I would have died in some dark room alone.

Or who knows what else would have happened to me if he hadn't shown up, you know?" she asked, sniffling.

"I'm still struggling to find my place, but she fits perfectly," she added. "And far too many times I ask myself what the hell am I even doing here," she asked with distraught, feeling more than just the cool rain fall down her face.

Salted warmth fell from her (e/c) eyes to mingle with the earth's tears as she continued to open up to him, leaving her heart out on display.

"What am I even doing here besides sucking up space," she asked him, and at that, his hand moved and gently cradled her cheek.

Staring up at him with (e/c) teary eyes, she fell into his hand more.

'At least you always make it better,' She thought to herself, 'Like you have a manual to my heart, knowing just how to tweak it.

And it feels so natural,

Why can't it be this easy with him?'

Her right hand slid up his wrist to hold it, as she shut her eyes crying, comforted by that touch alone.

'Do you think I belong here?' She wondered.

Wordlessly he stepped closer, his other hand falling onto the other side of her face, holding her with a gentleness that portrayed the inner softness he felt for her, the same one he wasn't so keen on speaking of.

Leaning down to her, he let his lips fall over her wet bangs with a slow, yet tender press.

'This is the longest you've held me, as well as the closest.' she realized, feeling a tickle in her stomach.

'It feels right to be here... But at the same time, I can't help but feel wrong enjoying it as much as I am,

Like I'm taking advantage...All for another reason...

For the same reason, I'm certain I can't be in love with Snake...'

And this was yet another thing that troubled her, what stopped her from thinking she was truly in love with the other man,

"Adam..." he heard her say as she peered her eyes up at him, her (e/c) drops twinkling. He watched them glow with interest, seeing the little sparkle up close.

' I think I want another,' She thought to herself as her (dark/light) eyes skimmed over his mouth, her heart racing.

It flashed for a moment, the beautiful gaze set on him before it disappeared, her eyes finding refuge to the grey railing instead. Looking ashamed, she tore her gaze from him,

 'What was I just thinking?' She asked herself, finding herself confused, something that seemed to happen a lot more often when she was around him.

' - But I can't keep ignoring this,'

Though the droplets falling onto them were cold, there was warmth glowing over her cheeks, something he had been able to cause.

He could see it there, painted on her lovely face was a touch of red.

And a small smile formed over him as he watched the notable show of bashfulness, a sign he had his own effect on her.

"We should head inside," he suggested, his voice being just a murmur.

Still holding onto her, he had trouble drawing back, not knowing she was going through the same struggle, both people waging wars with their hearts.

Mutely she agreed, hesitantly drawing back from him,

'I don't think I have the guts to look him in the eye ever again,' she thought to herself.

He stepped out of the rain, thinking she was on his trail until he took notice of the lack of steps sounding behind him. He looked back at her, concerned as he noticed her stilled state.

"(f/n)," he said lowly, the way he said her name making her skin riddled with goosebumps as the voice reached her. Silently she watched as he came close to her, once again before her,

'It could be just the rain...'

She could blame the little bumps to the chilly precipitation, but she knew it was just a lie to herself. She was just so used to the sweet nickname, she felt strange when he called her anything else.

Anything but Sunshine ...

'His fingers are warm,' she thought idly as they fell over her (s/c) skin. 'And I love when they touch me, but more so when his entire hand falls on to me .'

His thumb slowly trailed below her eyes, checking for more tears, finding nothing but cool wetness.

She swallowed down harshly, "I..."

'I don't know what to say!' She thought helplessly, having only pushed out a word.

Seeing her flustered state, he then took a step closer, one that made her immediately take one back, escaping the intimate space bubble with a shuttered breath, not knowing what she'd do if they fell back into the same position from before.

It was a natural response she hadn't even thought of...

What else was she to have done?

She felt her heart race when he got too close, almost popping when he took that daring step towards her. She had been anxious when he came close, but as she withdrew something else twinged at her jump-started heart.

- Something that felt as though she were being jabbed with each beat,

'Make up your mind!' she berated the thudding muscle. ' Well? ' She questioned herself. ' Do you want him closer or not?'

Sirens went off in her head, blaring loud and making her quickened heartbeat fasten more as he decided to take a step back, his hand's grasp loosening, fingers lifelessly leaving her.

" Sunshine? " He asked her in a softer tone, the nickname making her breath hitch.

It made her fuzzy...

"Why do you call me that?" she asked him suddenly, sounding breathless, feeling her stomach flop at the bold inquiry. She blurted out the question, desperate for an answer to sedate her.

"Why do you call me that?" she pressed on, this time being the one to get closer.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, his icy eyes melting slightly as he gazed down at her, his hands reaching for hers, holding them fondly.

'If not now...then when?' He asked himself.

She could feel tingling, a ticklish feeling left afterward that just couldn't be ignored, and it would have been all she could focus on if her heart wasn't drumming loudly within her ribcage.

"Why else?" he questioned her, as though she already knew the answer as if it was something obvious to the world,

'Doesn't she know?' He asked himself.

"Because...You're my sunshine," he explained, "And You always light up my day," he went on, his smile broadening, a visible grin adorned as he watched her eyes sparkle at the confession.

If she could look at him like that every time he said that little endearment, he'd never call her anything else,

Just sunshine.

"- My sunshine," he repeated, with the same grin stretched out.

"You belong here," he told her with certainty, having no doubt in his mind as he pulled her close and embraced her chilled body.

With a low breath, she fell onto his body, melting onto his figure as though it was her own home.

'I need you here, with me... My sunshine.'

I lost track of my direction here... (( ಠωಥ ))

But I mean, it's not so bad. Oh well, moving on.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: honey on my table; adam page

Notes:

This one was originally sent to me by @adampage​ on my old / new main blog snarkandsarcasmwrites. This is part 2 of a 3 part thing, btw. The third part is gonna be posted next, lmao. Part one is babes in toyland and can be found by clicking [here].

Summary:

In part 2 of this mini series thing, Grace and Adam are getting onto the cruise ship. They’re sharing a room. Grace is hungry. Food themed teasing comes into play. Part 2 of 3.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Grace

Warnings:

Uhh... mildly suggestive.. If you squint. Innuendo and flirting.

The cruise ship loomed ahead and Grace gripped Adam’s hand tighter, making him chuckle and drop hold of her hand to slip an arm around her. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of boats too, darlin.”

“Baby, we’ve been through this. I’m an actual scaredy-cat.” Grace hid her face in his bicep and he stopped their walk to scoop her up, carrying her up the boarding ramp and onto the deck of the ship. He stood her on her own feet and pulled her against him as they were checked in and given a room key. She could feel his hand resting lazily against her ass, rubbing through the thin fabric of her favorite sundress and she felt her cheeks burning hot, a whimper falling softly from her lips as his hand started to squeeze.. Adam chuckled next to her ear, “Somebody’s gettin flustered.”

“Somebody is playing with my ass. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Instigator.”

“I can’t help what my hand does.”

“Hangman..” Grace practically purred his name and he chuckled quietly. “Did I tell ya we got one of the suites?”

“Ah, thank fuck. The less I have to actually deal with other people, the better.” Grace’s arms slipped around his neck as she turned to face him. He chuckled, pulling her flush against his body. “You are somethin else, darlin.” his lips grazed her forehead and she nuzzled against him a little more, fingertips catching in the fabric of the shirt he was wearing as she whispered daringly against his mouth, “Do you think we’ll luck into getting the pool to ourselves at some point?”

“Probably not, little hellion.” Adam teased her gently as they made their way down a long corridor, too caught up in each other to really bother with anyone else around them. Kenny passed them up and Grace scowled after him as Adam pretty much just didn’t even bother with speaking to the guy. “If he fucks up your shot at the titles, I swear to God…”

“Darlin, whoa.. easy.” Adam snickered at her getting all worked up even though it was cute as hell when she did and it made him feel loved.. Important. Wanted.. Like he was ten feet tall and bulletproof. “This a hunger thing? Because you’re not you when you’re hungry, princess.”

“Oh bite me, Hangman.”

“Where, darlin?” Adam’s eyes roamed freely over her body and he leaned in, teeth bared and scraping gently over the exposed cleavage, teasing gleam in his eyes. “Adam.” Grace whined, her head lightly hitting against the door to their suite as they stopped in front of it. He fumbled for the keys and kept dropping them thanks to his hands and mouth being all over Grace and when he finally got the doors unlocked, he picked her up, stepping into the room, quick to open the door again and hang out the Do Not Disturb sign. Just for good measure, he took the phone in the room off the hook too.

Then for extra good measure, he turned off his cell phone. Grace dug around for her own, powering it down too and Adam was being pulled down onto the massive king sized bed, settling himself over her as she raised a leg, bending it at the knee and his hand gripped her thigh tight beneath the hem of that little pink sundress.

They bumped noses and laughed quietly. But the growling of their stomachs had them springing apart and snickering out loud.

“Darlin, you that hungry?”

“Me? It sounded like you had a dinosaur loose in your stomach, big guy. I’ma go see if there’s anything in here to eat..” her eyes settled on the wicker basket sitting atop the dresser by the door and she spied the varied assortments of fruit and candies.. And the bottle of chocolate syrup tucked away with a bottle of honey behind it. She was bounding over and grabbing the bottle, twisting it open.

“Darlin, c’mon. Let’s go find real food.”

“Hangman, I want junk.”

He waved his hands and chuckled softly, shaking his head. She struggled with the lid on the honey jar, pouting and he reached around her, taking the bottle from her hands and unscrewing the lid. When it earned him a deep and almost needy kiss and her practically climbing him like a tree, he barely restrained a growl just shy of passing his lips as he stepped back over to the bed, sitting her down on it.

He flopped down beside her and reached out, lazily dragging his index finger around the rim of the little glass jar gazing at her with a teasing smirk as he held out his finger to her. Grace guided his finger to her lips and as her lips closed around it, cleaning away the honey smeared there, Adam swore under his breath and rose to a sitting position, pulling her into his lap. The jar of honey was taken and sat on the nightstand and he gently took her face in his hands, kissing her until he felt her lips starting to swell. She rocked and grinded in his lap and he sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh, you want it now, hm? But I thought you were starvin and you wanted junk food, darlin?”

“Screw the junk food. I want you.” Grace muttered against his mouth, earning her a quiet growl and Adam getting her back against the mattress as he settled over the top of her all over again. “Maybe there’s a way we can have both.” he mused.

“Oh?” Grace’s eyes fluttered open and shut at the way his lips danced against her skin, the contrast between rough and soft driving her crazy and making her wiggle and squirm beneath his body, trying desperately to rub against him, to do anything she could to ease the ache settled in her core and get more friction. Adam’s hand slipped down, gripping her hips and squeezing as he muttered lazily against her collarbone, “First we gotta get this dress off ya. I really hate to do this but..” he pulled her up and reached around, the snapping of thin strings making her gasp and whimper as she bit her lip. He tugged the dress free and tossed it behind him onto the floor, staring down at her intently. Her hands went for the hem of his shirt and she tugged it upward, letting it settle on the floor next to her dress. Her fingers raked down his chest slowly and he bit his lip, gasping slowly and quietly. She stared up at him, the most innocent of smiles on her face the entire time. Her finger snagged in the button of his jeans and as it loosened, he bucked himself against her and leaned down, muttering right next to her ear, “What’s that look for, huh? What are you gonna do to me, princess?”

“Oh.. you’ll see.” Grace gently shoved him back against the mattress after she’d gotten his jeans unzipped and given both jeans and boxers a tug, letting them pool to the floor at his feet. Adam shook his pants free from his leg after taking off his boots. He was pressing into her all over again, thrusting against her thigh and groaning at the sticky warmth coating the inside. He stopped to look up at her and with a smirk, he reached out for the bottle of chocolate syrup sitting next to the bed on the nightstand.

“Remember when I said we can have both?”

“Mhm.” Grace was rocking up against him, mouth latching onto his skin clumsily with every chance she got. Her hands were all over him. Adam chuckled quietly and the silent tearing of the protective covering over the lid of chocolate syrup broke through their kisses and heavy breathing and the quiet whimpers she made. “Well, I’m starvin, darlin.” his tongue trailed slowly over his lips and she squeezed his hips with her legs. As his mouth began to dance down her body, the flimsy fabric of the strapless bra she wore didn’t stand a chance when his hands grasped it, it came apart easily in those hands and Adam chuckled quietly, eyes dancing over her mostly nude body and filled with desire when they met her own. She shivered at his touch and the feel of five o’clock shadow against her skin. Her legs practically fell open in anticipation just as his teeth snagged on the waistband of the matching panties to the bra he’d just destroyed and thrown to the floor carelessly. As he started to tug them lower, reaching up to snag his index fingers on either side and snap those in two as well, he reached down again, the soft release of air from the bottle as he opened the lid had Grace’s eyes widening and had her squirming as sticky and cold syrup met her warm skin. Adam carefully drew a line of chocolate across her abdomen, his eyes meeting hers as he winked and leaned down, that thick tongue swiping in a slow and lazy broad stroke right over her belly, a low chuckle rising from the depths of his chest as he did so.

“Oh.. Mmm.” Grace’s head fell back and she bit her lower lip, squirming under the feel of his tongue and it’s broad strokes over her skin. He drew a bullseye around her navel and as soon as he started to lick away the chocolate there, she giggled, nearly coming away from the bed. Adam stopped and rose up, mischevious gleam in his eyes. “So ya are ticklish.. Hmm.” he made his way up her body, leaning down to whisper against her ear, “Open that mouth, princess..C’mon. This is somethin I’ve always wanted t’ try.”

Grace leaned up a little, licking her lips and eyeing the bottle of chocolate syrup in his hands. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” Adam raised the bottle of chocolate syrup, pouring just a little into his mouth before leaning down, pressing himself down into her body, pinning her against the mattress as his hand wandered down and all over, squeezing and cupping and caressing her body. Grace’s tongue met his and she tasted the heavy sweet taste of the syrup, taking it into her own mouth, groaning at the way it felt and how handy he was getting. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep quiet and Adam seemed to know this, smirking against her skin as soon as he’d drizzled even more syrup down the front of her throat, letting it roll down between her breasts. “Didn’t think this stuff could get any sweeter, darlin.” he mumbled huskily against soft warm skin, “turns out I was wrong. I could eat you right up.”

Her fingertips dug into his shoulderblade, gripping, trying to rub herself against him as much as she could in a desperate bid to ease the dull throbbing ache as it settled deep in her core and also get as much friction as she could. “Oh you could?” she gasped as she rocked herself against him. Adam’s mouth ventured back up her body, capturing her mouth in a slow and deep kiss as he mumbled a husky “Yeah. As a matter of fact, darlin.. I think that’s exactly what I’m gonna do..”

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Spn ship please? I’m 5’4” & my pfp is me. I’m kind of a hopeless romantic. My main interests are art, music, and forensic science! I’m straightforward and logical. I spend most of my time at marching band (I play 5 instruments btw) or at a coffee shop. I make friends surprisingly easily, I’m an ambivert. I’d usually never say it but I need a lot of attention. I’m always tired due to insomnia. I have a bad habit of not being able to take anything seriously/turning everything into a joke. Thanks!

Thank you so much, @apatheticbutaesthetic for the request. :) Here you go.

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Character I ship you with,

Castiel

Word count: 753

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Castiel never slept. He didn’t need to. But everyone elsearound him did and that made him feel the loneliest during the nights. He’dwalk around the bunker aimlessly, sometimes reading in the library or settlingon a movie to watch. Other times, he’d check on everyone despite being told theextent of how creepy that was.

When you moved into the bunkerafter Sam and Dean rescued your people from your post-apocalyptic dimension,Castiel took a special liking towards you. He found you extremely interestingand despite his usual confusion regarding human sense of humour, he actually understoodyour jokes and appreciated them. He’d take the time to talk to you for hours onend about whatever you wanted because he enjoyed listening to you talk and wasfascinated by how you saw the things in the world. And your art always stunnedhim. He’d be shocked by how life-like your pictures looked. In short, he alwaysfound an excuse to spend time with you and neither of you were complaining.

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You bobbed your head along to the relaxing music playingthrough your headphones as your brush created wonders on your canvas. It was anadded bonus that your inspiration was in every sense of the word, divine. You didn’teven need him to be there. It was as if you had memorised every detail andevery feature well enough to recreate his image perfectly. The soft blue eyesand their piercing stare were a pleasure to conjure on your canvas. You softlyhummed the mesmerizing melody, piercing the silence that engulfed your room.

As Castiel walked down the hallway he heard the soft butangelic singing coming from your room. It was very late. He wondered what youwere doing up at these hours. He slowly peeped in, from the doorway, trying tosee if you were okay. Upon seeing that you were simply painting, he knocked onyour open door to get your attention. You heard the knock disrupt the steadybeat of your music and turned.

“Oh, hey Castiel. Come in.”

“Hello, Y/N.” He slowly made his way inside and stood besideyou, silently observing your painting. When he realised what he was looking at,he reddened and felt utterly awkward.

“That’s… a beautiful picture, Y/N. You truly have wonderoustalent.” He managed to get out. He stared at the picture, or rather himself,seated in a lush garden, surrounded by soft white glowing light. He lookedcompletely at home in such an environment and he felt you’d accentuated hislove for nature quite a bit.

At that comment you felt something bubble up inside of you. “Thankyou, Cas. That means a lot.” You bashfully replied, before going back to thepainting, not wanting to meet his gaze, for fear of saying something stupid orlame and ruining the moment.

“Why aren’t you asleep? It’s really late. I wouldn’t advisecompromising on your sleep.” He said, looking at you with concern.

“Sleep is for the weak.” You mumbled, jokingly and you couldimagine him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. You sighed and turned aroundto face him. “Sometimes, Cas, I find it difficult to fall asleep. So… I try to occupymyself with something when I have that difficulty.” You shrugged, not wantingto make it a big deal. Castiel thought for a bit, processing what you said andthen looked down at you, with that same blue stare you were painting.

“Maybe I can help.” He suggested, extending his hands foryou to take. You suspiciously placed your hands in his, wondering what he was upto. He led you towards your bed, never taking his gaze away from you andclimbed under the covers, waiting for you to do the same. You softly rolledyour eyes with a hint of a smile playing at your mouth and followed suit. Hetentatively wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest your head on hischest. He kicked his shoes off and got comfortable. You felt him gently strokeyour arm, which made you feel relaxed and unwound.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and asked, “I hopethis isn’t too…”, but he didn’t finish because he heard your relaxed breathingas you nestled closer to him in your sleep. He smiled softly at the innocentbut tired look on your face and gingerly placed his lips on your forehead. “Pleasantdreams, Y/N”, whispering against your skin. He could really get used to this.And so could you.

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A/N:- Sorry for the cheese and the delay. I hope you like it. I know it took me too long. But thanks for requesting and reading. :)

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Brace yourself

this is a collab fic between me and @mon-cher-angelique !, this is my  first time ever even writing story, so ya. (mon-cher-angelique is the true genius behind this, i was just kinda there) Mon-cher-angelique is also posting this same fic on their account too so check them out! (btw this idea was partially based off of @bunny-yams art) 

Word Count: 3900

Pairing: HamilSquad x Reader

Summary: The reader decides that it's finally time for some braces but what will their boys think? Will they even tell them. Only time will tell.

The clinically white walls of the unrecognisable office swirled around your body in a drug infused haze, a feeling of numbness having already surpassed your mouth and running downwards towards your legs. Any pain that your body was registering and attempting to communicate with your non-functioning brain cells were quickly being overridden by the anaesthetic that was coursing heavily through your bloodstream and rerouting your neurons to fall into a sublime forgery of blissful ecstasy. As you attempted to move your heavy limbs off of the dentist’s chair that you had been trapped within for the past 2-3 hours, you began to realise how heavy and limp your legs had become as the numbness spread and infected every nerve in your system. All because your teeth had been caged into a 3 year commitment that they never truly agreed to.

Your body slowly shifted, sliding down the chair in an uncomfortable and uncontrollable manner. The orthodontists was busy else where currently, leaving only the nurses to watch your embarrassing  fall to the cold, hard ground in the sterile office. You splurted out an incoherent string of apologies but every word seemed to arrive into the atmosphere in a forced and muffled manner, very different to the melody of chords that used to arise from that small box in your throat. Was this how you would alway sound now? Like a child whose teeth had never even arrived or a person wearing a set of teeth guards as they played a contact sport.  

The nurse took a minute to even comprehend what was going on but she soon snapped out of it and helped you off the ground, which took a few times considering you could barely move your body. Finding it a difficult process to even lift your body in this distorted state. The Orthodontist came in shortly after the nurse finally managed to get you back on the chair. He spoke in a very soft tone, almost patronizing yet despite your mental state, you could tell it was unintentional.

“Hello (Y/N), how do you feel?”

A slur of words came out and the orthodontist quietly chuckled to himself,basing his judgment off of your face that was crinkled in anger at the lack of movement your body possessed.  The orthodontist turned his back to you and gathered a bunch of tools that would be useful in this new, painful chapter of your life. With his back still turned to you, he started asking you pointless questions such as want color toothbrush you wanted. The decisions seemed futile so you simply pointed to a random colour which in turn the nurse provided you. Your whole mouth felt as dry as the desert and like it was stuffed to the be with cotton wool.

The doctor continued to ramble into you about care for your braces and the necessities that could no longer be avoided. Concentrating was possibly the hardest thing to do when the drugs were still in your system, your eyes never being able to focus properly on the orthodontists unattractive face. No wonder they had to earn a lot of money, if they all looked like him then they would need it. His hooked nose that bent to the left, his beady little eyes that didn't have a colour and his messy hair that wouldn't seem to sit still no in any direction. To be honest though, since you started dating your boys, you had found every male unattractive and staring up the doctor’s nose hairs did not improve his image. One of the nurses, you think her name was Maria, gently tapped the orthodontist’s arm to indicate that you were barely able to sit on a chair, let alone remember his easily forgettable monologue. Yet seeing how slutty this Maria dressed, she could have possibly tapped the orthodontist for a booty call or a quickie, probably the reason why her boobs were practically hanging out of her shirt for the whole operation.

“ (F/N), (L/N).” The doctor muttered as he stared down at his clipboard with your information on it. Look, he had already forgotten your name, probably something to do with Maria’s tits. “Due to the need to install some fillings and do some minor dental repair - We were required to put you under anaesthetic. It seemed to have affected you dramatically and as per usual, you are unable to drive and it is certainly suggested to stay away from all alcohol and any drugs that are not prescribed. As you are unable to drive it is required that you have someone to come and pick you up from the office.Do you have anyone? Do you need me to call your next of kin or your partner?”

You slowly shook your head, there was no way you were letting your boyfriend’s see these braces before you had enough time to adjust. You smiled as your remembered that you had called your older brother to come and pick you up, then you stopped smiling because of the pain. A knock echoed through the surgery room, causing the inhabitants of the room to turn and wait for the grand entry. A tall, frizzy headed man peeked through the door with a nervous grin on his face.

“That would be me, the most amazing brother this world has ever seen.” You groaned as Thomas Jefferson spoke, a cheeky grin lighting up his entire face. Gosh, why couldn't you have called Madison or someone? “It's alright doctor. I'll take them home and tell their boyfriend everything they need to know. they are just embarrassed about having to get them back on because they didn't look after them well enough the first time.” His gloating came as a sharp jab to your ego. It was true that the only reason you were needing braces this late in life was because you had some jack all to keep them perfect. You didn't wear your retainer, your dental hygiene was often poor except for a brushing and you never wore tight enough bands. Plus, What was all this boyfriend nonsense? You clearly had a polyamorous relationship - why wouldn't he just say it? You growled angrily at Tom as you crossed your arms and stared daggers into his skull. Why the fuck did you pick him?

“That’s great…(Y/N)!” The awkward pause between his sentence and your name was to provide time for Dr Reynolds to actually look down at your papers and find your name. You just wanted to be out of this hell hole and you wanted it quickly. Dr Reynolds handed Thomas  enough pieces of paper to make a small manuscript as rambled on about the importance of food and instructions on how to care for the metal cage in your mouth, all while you were just mumbling to yourself and fiddling with your fingers. You gripped your brothers long sleeve and tugged on it as gently as your fumbling hands could, quickly grabbing his attention. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a pat on your head and gave you a hand single that represented that he would be just a minute. Thomas was a very kind, gentle man and he never left his siblings when they needed him instead he would take them under his arm and coddle them until he deemed any danger to be gone. His attention was quickly snapped up by the orthodontist once more before your tugging quickly began, making him sigh gently as he swapped the sleeve trapped in your clutches with his own hand as an attempt to calm you. He didn't understand what emotion you were feeling as the drugs continued to backhand you into reality. Once Thomas and your orthodontist were done talking, Thomas walked up to you and spoke softly.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to leave darlin?” his southern drawl started to peak out. It was a creature comfort to hear your brothers natural accent. You managed to speak out a spluttered form of yes, embellishing the new lisp that you hadn't had for almost 7 years. Your entire body was flaccid and lax, your eyes barely managing to stay open as you narrowly attempted to keep your body awake. Thomas scooped up your slack body, which naturally draped itself and contorted to provide him a gentle grip so he was able to carry you. Thomas pecked your forehead gently as he carried you bridal style down the flights of stairs and into his imported, fancy car that your parents had bought him.

“Y-youuuu shaid that I had a boyfriend. I h-have four, shhhhithead.” You groaned. Everything about talking was annoying; your added lisp, your stutter and the elongated way you stretched out your words. Not to mention the pain.You were almost crying “Ow…”

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I know it hurts…I went through it myself remember but think about the positives. Your teeth will look amazing darlin! Heck, I will even buy you all new veneers so they are pearly white just like mine. Besides, your boyfriends will love it.” His words were met with an evil stare as he gently placed you in the passenger seat of the car, letting you do your own buckle because you were strong and independent. Plus he had copped a beating from you before and he didn't want to relive those terrifying memories - especially when you were in this foul of a mood. “The only reason I didn't mention them was because I doubt that Dr Reynolds would understand. So look, I am sorry. Just please don’t hit me while I am driving.” His words were gentle as he shifted his bulky frame into the hideously painted, custom maroon Lamborghini.

“Fine but-t onshy becaushue you ashked nicely, youuu fuckerr”

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On the drive home, you began to question the driving system of America - How the fuck had they let your brother on the road?If it wasn’t bad enough that you were already in pain, having Thomas speed over every bump as though he was a race car driver, almost made you break your word about no hitting him.  The wheels of his ugly yet expensive car came to a speeding halt on the bitchumen road outside of your New York apartment building, barely parking in between the clear white lines of the car space. “We’re here!” he said as he turned to you with a Cheshire cat grin spreading across his defined cheekbones.

“Shank Fuck forr shat!” you groaned as you quickly opened the door, before hastily unbuckling yourself. Your brain failed to recognise in its desperate attempt to free yourself of your brother, that the nerves which played a cumbersome role in maneuvering , your entire body were  currently fired, leaving your lax figure falling to the  unbreakable gravel beneath the custom wheels of your obnoxious brother’s car. Thomas was still busy trying to change the radio back to whatever songs he was playing before you infiltrated his radio system on the drive here when he heard the distinctive crash of your body colliding with the road. Thomas quickly threw off his seatbelt and dashed to the passenger side of the car only to see you passionately bombarding the ground with kisses. His grin disappeared to a flicker of worry before a hyena like cackle filled the air, how typical was it for you to complain about his driving in the most dramatically way even if you were high on drugs.

“My driving isn't that bad (Y/N).” He chuckled as he bent down to his knees and gave you his hand. Holy shit, had your brother had a manicure? Madison must have had something to do with this, you could tell. Taking his hand into your own grip, you let him pull you up so your feet landed gently on the solid floor beneath you.

A heavy groan escaped your lips before and words could be formed by your dazed brain. “For onsh I’mm not trying to complain about your shhhit driving” your new lisp heavily impairing your speech like a drunk man on his sixth beer. Your brothers laughter died down to a slight giggle as he propped your lax body up with his toned arms. Letting you balance yourself  on his broad shoulders in an attempt to disconnect you from your current partner, the ground.

“Alright alright, let’s get you off of the nasty, grotty road and get you home, I don’t think the ground appreciates how you are touching it anyway” with whatever body movement you had left, you rolled your eyes at what he said as he picked you up again to bring you inside. He bested your weight easily, as though you were no more than a feather, as he lead you into the lobby of your shabby apartment building that you shared with your boyfriends; Lafayette, Hercules, John and Alex. Stumbling, wobbling and terrifying was the only way to describe your fifteen minute long journey to level4, your apartment being on level 8. It was at this point in time when Thomas realized he forgot every document that the orthodontist had provided you with on caring for yourself in your…impaired state. “Fuck” he muttered aggressively. “I’ll be right back (Y/N), I forgot your papers. Don't move okay? No trying anything stupid, I need you to stay in one piece so the boys don't kill me”

He sat you down on the ground, giving you another coddling kiss on your cheek before he raced back down the flights of stairs to retrieve them. You sat there for the first five minutes just fumbling with your thumbs acting like a toddler who couldn't be left alone without supervision for 5 minutes without causing mischief. Some people passed by and they gave you strange looks, recognising you as that weird girl with four boyfriends from level 8 but you just shrugged it off. It had become normal for you to do that. You were starting to wonder where Tommy was, did it really take this long to get some papers? Especially with his long legs. After a what felt like a millennium of waiting, you saw your older brother nearly trip up the stairs in a rush to get back to you. You started to giggle wishing you could have seen him actually trip, the mere thought of him tripping made you smile. Something that Thomas hadn't seen in the hour and half since he picked you up from the orthodontists office, New York traffic was a nightmare.

“What are you smiling about? Oh whatever, it probably something immature, you are on drugs after all. Not that you don't laugh at stupid crap for no reason without drugs but you’re just a weirdo (Y/N).” He brushed it off like he didn’t care, but it made the fake French man ecstatic to see you smile, he loved seeing you happy. “Come on, let’s get you up stairs now before your boyfriends hunt me down and accuse me of stealing you”.

He allowed you to lean on his shoulders yet again before hiking up another four  flights of steep stairs to get you back home finally. As you reached your apartment, he knocked on the door loudly, purely to piss of alex because he knew alex hated that obnoxious loud knock, Thomas’s favourite pastime was pissing off your shortest boyfriend. Noises echoed from the inside of your home, the sounds of booming footsteps echoed into the hall as four men clearly raced to answer the door. The door was viciously swung open to see your four men as excited as Pomeranians hearing the word ‘walkies’ in an obnoxiously high pitched voice. Alex was the first to shove everyone other man aside in order to see their little angel arrive back home. You had left the house that morning proclaiming you had a doctor’s appointment but you never specified what that meant or involved, hoping that no would notice the embarrassing barriers clasping your teeth together. It was impossible not to notice a set of braces, so you knew it was best to keep your mouth shut and not say a word. What would happen if they kissed you? The last time you kissed a boy when you had braces, he cut his tongue on the snipped wire when he tried to French kiss you. Thank god it wasn't your boys.

“(Y/N)!!! My god your home. I missed you! How was your appointment?” His babbles bombarded your sense as you felt the short man jump into your warm and unexpecting embrace. His started planting kisses all over your face, once again resembling a small dog that had been away from his owner for too long. Suddenly is dreamy gaze turned sour, realising who the man behind you was. “Why are you here Jefferson?”

John had to stifle a giggle as Alex's face started to resemble an angry tomato, caught somewhere between rage and blushing. His furs with Jefferson managed to surpass the office doors every time he left for work, bringing his hatred for your eldest brother into the small apartment you all shared.

“I came to drop off my sister, fuck face. Don't look so surprised, I can show affection to people Hamilton. They just have to deserve it.” He retorted back with a cheeky smirk spread across his face, your closed fist colliding with his beefy shoulders in a hard punch. “Ow, piss off metal mouth. I am just telling your idiot of a boyfriend over here that I care enough to pick up my little sibling from the orthodontist when they had their braces put on. Where were they, Huh?”

You face palmed your face aggressively, letting a sigh out. Why the fuck had he said that?

“Orthodontist? Metal mouth?” John said confused. What on earth was Jefferson talking about today? . “Why would he call yo-” John cut himself off quickly realizing that you got braces. The men had known you used to have braces “Open up let me see” he spoke sternly. You tried to refuse, squirming you head away from his grip but eventually you gave in. The pain of having your face prodded and briskly moving away from someone's touch spread through your face, feeling like a car colliding with a tree.

“Oh mon amor…why didn't you tell us?” Questioned Lafayette as a pout quickly enveloped his face. His large eyes looking genuinely shocked and upset with your hidden medical agenda, making your heart break into tiny pieces.”Were you scared we would tease you? We would never tease you mon cher! We love you… why hide it?”

“Ish hurtss.” You cried back, your bottom lip wobbling as tears streamed down your face, clouding your beautiful eyes. “I n-no like my brashis.” You whispered as Hercules pushed through the men and hugged you tightly, slowly leading everyone including your brother into the apartment’s lounge room. Setting your body gently down on the couch, pecking your forehead gently, he was far to scared to kiss your lips.

“Do you mind dropping the affection? I'm here too you know and it's bad enough I have to see them kiss ponytail over here.” Said Thomas as he spread himself out on the couch, letting his feet sit on the coffee table as though he owned the place. You grumbled angrily as you have him a hard smack to the chops, trying to get him to take back the statement and to understand his place here. Alex looked fuming as he got up ready to start a fist fight with your brother, one hard stare from you brought your little lover him back to reality.

“If you don't lishk it, then pisssh off fuck facesh.” You spat back quickly, letting yourself be cuddled by Hercules. Lafayette seemed to think this was a hoot as he started to holler in fits of laughter, slapping his hand roughly against the side of the couch. Alex looked like the cat who caught the rat, a smug grin and a raised eyebrow with a small head nod let Thomas knew where he stood here.

“Your lisp is adorable baby.” Said John as he kissed your cheek gently, slowly walking out of the room and into the kitchen. You made grabby hands for your boyfriend as you watched him walk away, what was he doing? “Don't worry kitten. I am making you something to eat. What do you want?”

“Oh about that. Yeah, here's some papers turtle boy. It's says what they can and can't eat.” Said Thomas as he threw the white bag to John, filled with papers given to you by the orthodontist. Johns face contorted into a shocked expression, the colour draining from his face.

“What did you mean they can't eat popcorn?!?!” Screamed john as he scanned the typed words. How could they not eat popcorn or hard candy, that was there lifeline these days. All five of them would come home and make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie, a small token of appreciation for the person who did everything in the tiny apartment. John attempted to win over his lover “I'll tell you what. We can eat it one last time, just the five of us,” all the boys moved their heads simultaneously nodded their heads, trying to get Thomas to catch on. “We can settle down and watch a movie. Snuggle up to the most beautiful person ever with the most adorable lisp I have ever heard. The five of us…Just us.”

“Fine, fine. I know when I'm not wanted here. Remember, my Mac and cheese will be nice in your teeth. Eat that for dinner.” huffed Thomas as he grabbed his distastefully purple jacket and gave you a small kiss. You loved your big brother no matter what happened and it was times like these that you truly appreciated him for what he is.

“NO YOU FUCKING DON’T OTHERWISE YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT HALF AN HOUR AGO RAT MAN!! BUGGER OFF YOU FUCKER!” Screamed Alex loudly, stomping his foot on the ground like an upset child. “AND YOUR MAC AND CHEESE IS SHIT THOMAS. “ he slammed the door behind your brother, not wanting to hear or see his political nemesis for another week until the next cabinet battle.

You giggled as you sat on the couch with your boys, your metal braces in clear view for your partners to see. As Alex returned back into the loveseat that you all shared, he carried a fluffy blanket from the linen closet. Draping it over your body before plopping down beside you. John returned from the small kitchen with a bag of ready made microwave popcorn, dripping in butter (just how you liked it) under his right arm and a bowl of hard candy in his left. He slapped them down on the table as Hercules put on a movie and Lafayette fiddles with your hair gently. Maybe having these braces weren't so bad.

“You knows, I love you boysh.”

“We know mon amor. We know. You know we love your braces and your lisp? It sounds adorable.” Questioned Lafayette with a wink as his arm slipped across your shoulder and pulled you close so that all of the boys sat together on the same couch with you.

“I know. My amashing boyfriendsh.”