#its been very nice staring at his sparkly eyes tho

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[artdcnaldson]

ok ok ok, so what im thinking is something like this.

its summer vacation btw, probably the summer right before he goes pro/art leaves for stanford

patrick has never really been very invested in his parents lives, but he wasnt surprised in the slightest when they had announced their divorce earlier that year. everyone had seen that coming for years. what he is surprised by tho is you, walking around his parents - well i guess now just his dads- house in tiny pj shorts and one of his old shirts from the academy. one that he'd left behind in his room ages ago. who are you... and why are you in his house?

turns out his dad had moved on from the divorce very quickly. so quickly in fact that his dads new wife, your mom, and you had already been moved into the house. before patrick was even told about any of you. patrick is pissed. not because he really cares about his parents relationships, he couldnt care less, but he's pissed that he now wont have the second floor all to himself. he has to share it with you. not that you're even sharing a bathroom or anything, this house is enormous. but his space is being invaded by some chick he's never even met.

i want him to be so pissed at his dad that hes totally taking it out on you, teasing the shit out of you, always flirting with you in that infuriating but oh so attractive way. you cant really tell if he actually wants to fuck you, or if hes just an ass who gets off on being a perv and pissing you off. i want it to start as a way for him to spend the hours, summers at the house are boring and never ending, he needs some form of entertainment. but then slowly he starts enjoying the way you groan at him when hes whispering over the noise of the dinner party to sneak away for a quicky with him.

i need to be so confused on whether he truly means it, does he actually want to fuck you? its wrong, and its very dirty. i dont think reader would be like overly innocent here, shes had sex before, nothing crazy though. nothing like the things patrick tells her about, nothing like the nights he recaps in her unwilling ear over breakfast...

i just need him to be a cocky asshole whos insistent that he will make you beg for him by the end of summer.............. hope this makes sense

-🐞

GODDDDDDD fell to my knees sobbing shaking

As soon as he’s been forced through cursory introductions (And this is your new stepsister, she’s your age too), he’s slammed his door and locked himself in his room.

He can tell you’ve been snooping— his shit is all off-kilter and scattered. CD’s out of order in his organizer (it’s by genre, then alphabetical, it’s not that hard), DVDs removed from his shelf and stacked on his dresser. His TV turns on to MTV, which he doesn’t fucking watch. It should turn on to Spike, or nothing. Worse, the carton of cigarettes he kept stashed in his bedside table was gone.

So he walks over to your door, which you’ve decorated with fucking stickers and a dry erase sign that you’ve scribbled on in lime green marker (Keep Out!). He shoves the door open and finds you straddling the windowsill, one dangling out the window as you smoke.

“What the fuck, don’t you knock?” You snap.

He grabs the cigarette from your mouth and you slap at his arm. It tastes faintly like marshmallows, must be from your sparkly lipgloss. “Keep the fuck out of my room,” he says firmly, exhaling smoke into the air. Your room smells like fresh paint— he realizes then you’ve painted the walls pink. “And buy your own fucking cigarettes.”

You look at him, roll your eyes. “We’re siblings now, we’re supposed to share,” you deadpan. He grits his teeth. Because you’re wearing one of his shirts, you’ve got one of his CD players on your dresser playing the Pussycat Dolls. You climb back inside the window and he swallows hard at the sight of your shorts all ridden up.

You have a nice ass, honestly— he stares at it when you bend over to grab the rest of the carton. When you turn, his reaction time is delayed. You sneer when you realize what he was doing. “Take your cigarettes back, perv.”

You shove him out of the room and slam the door in his face. He grins. You’re pretty hot when you’re annoyed with him.

That weekend, you’re in a study that had been repurposed into a game room— big TV, ping pong table, a big, caved in couch. You’re curled up beneath a blanket watching some movie he’s never heard of.

It makes you scowl when he sits down, pulls your legs into his lap. “Can you not?” You mutter.

He shrugs, trails delicate touches along your calves. Your toes flex, you instinctively lean into his touch. “I’m bonding with you,” he says. “Isn’t that what mommy and daddy want?”

Your face turns in disgust. “Gross. I’m not calling your fucking dad that.”

He laughs, trails his fingers a little higher so they brush against your knee. “No? You don’t want to be my cute little sister? Don’t want a big brother to scare all the boys off?” You shake your head, but your thighs part slightly, inviting his touch higher. He feels your thighs tense, only a bit. “Oh? Now who’s the perv?”

You kick him hard, scramble out of his lap. “You’re disgusting, Patrick.”

He grins, watches you walk away. You made it too easy for him.

[tricewithaz]

yes zoyalai at the beach please!!

love the enthusiasm

(gonna mesh the last one too cause i think it applies)

So listen zoya has never been to an actual beach. shes been at harbors and ports and ships, a couple of cliffs, but never.... a beach. and Nikolai just cant accept this fact so he takes her to a beach in kerch while theyre there. its weirdly tranquil considering how hectic ketterdam is.

its not even that hot but nikolai just kinda takes half of his clothes off and zoya is kind of like ????????????

But its sweet really, when he takes off his boots and vest and pulls the hem of his pants up and just kind of gets into the water??? Zoya canr help but watch in silence cause he truly seems to be at home. He rubs water onto his hair and neck and just walks around, its lowkey calming.

She follows his example, puts her hair up and gets rid of her stockings and boots and gets into the water too. her skirt gets wet and she hates it.

and all she does its exclaim "ITS COLD" and nikolai cant do anything but laugh. He isnt used to this zoya and ots endearing, cause shes shrinking into her self and trying to walk in the water and just by the expression on her face he can tell that she hates the texture of sand.

She picks up her dress to walk on the water, and lowkey looks like a little duck

She touches seaweed. She screams. He cackles.

Its a bit chilly but zoya thinks the breeze is nice. plus it messes up nikolais hair and shirt so thats a plus.

and he looks almost boyish, like this is the best day in the life of small nikolai lantsov. theres a huge smile on his face and his cheeks and nose get a bit sunburn. Its not the first time shes seen him like that, its standard for him whenever hes in a ship, but she admires it regardless.

She uses her powers to hit him in the butt with water. he acts offended. she acts clueless. Ofc he takes his revenge and splshes her up to her waist. and then she just.... provokes a wave and soaks him whole and yes she looks at his soaked shirt for a bit too long

at some point she gives up and lets her skirt fall and it floats and she looks like a flower ✨

she walks into the water a lot and trips when she reaches that ome dip that gets deeper than before, her heart gets to her throat for a moment there. Nikolai picks her up and prevents her from falling keeping her close to his chest but not without laughing at her "it has to get deeper at some point zoya the entire ocean is like that and it just gers deeper and deeper and deeper" and hes nonchalant about it but all hes doing is freaking the both of them out more and more

textures at the beach are 🤢 and zoya is constantly screaming WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT specially when the things touching her feet are alive and sentient

They fight and wrestle Nikolai just picks zoya up and throws her into the water. she makes him dive in too. clothes and all

underwater her hair looks like a halo ✨✨✨

But they just laugh a lot while splashing each other to the point their stomachs hurt and all.

They need to get out of water at some point but they stay at the shore, sOAKED, they get full of sand and zoya hATES it so MUCH she complains a LOT and frowns and Nikolai all but looks at her with the biggest smile on his face.

they sit at the shore and build sand castles with shells and all

in fact they just kind of build the entire os alta palace and discuss everhthing like Real Architects™

When the tides come in and destroy a bit they get all fussy about it, like little kids

btw zoyas hair gets super frizzy and a lot of curls fall on her face despite her trying to keep her hair up with a hairstick. she kinda hates it cause its difficult to manage and it tangles but nikolai thinks she looks gorgeous.

while building castles he talks to her about his childhood summers at the beach. For once she doesnt comment on how he talks too much or anything, and for once he isnt snarky. He talks about his fond memories with a soft voice and sparkly eyes and she just listens in silence, with a small smile cause shell store this memory forever, as well as the other thousands of good memories she gets in her twenties. Suddenly she kind lf loves the beach.

He thinks hell talk about this afternoon too, to his children and his other friends and hell talk about how zoya much zoya complained and hated the sea. Hell keep how her curls framed her face and how she stared into the sea for himself tho.

Oh, as evening approaches she isnt frowning, in fact her expression seems quite tranquil and she smiles. Nikolai thinks that she doesnt do it often cause if she did everyone around them would faint at the sight

when the sun starts setting it reflects into his eyes and makes his hair more golden than usual and he looks so warm.

But when the setting sun frames her neck and her cheekboke nikolai understands for a minute the concept of saints.

They leave the sand palace there and the next day when other families come into the beach theyre so impressed ejejrbje

they get waffles and eat them at the wall that separates the streets from the beach observing the sunset and the sea at night. And the breeze is so nice, zoya thinks she could stay here forever. they both wish they could just live there, together

They walk the shore together hand in hand, chat a bit in the night. the reflection of the moon in the sea, in her eyes, will always be slmething he links to zoya. Her hand is cold and soft, and his is firm and warm, a big contrast to the water at her feet but its a contrast she likes.

They return a lot after the first time the go together to the beach, and zoya just kind of.... naps in the sand

Back at the embassy Nikolai brushes zoyas hair cause she just fucking hates it and she just cant deal with this rn

And her hair smells like seawater and he just kinf of combusts

The next day her skin looks a bit darker and glowier and her hair is a bit frizzy.... well you know how he feels about it.

its just a very nice experience for both of them

[pinkykitten]

What if?

Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy x female! reader

Warning: curse words, haymitch kinda being a lil horn dog

Specifics: comedy, romance, angst, one-shot, prompts, pics, race neutral reader 

People: haymitch abernathy, president snow

Words: 1,427

Requested: By anon Hello, could you please write something about Haymitch x reader (Hunger Games) ? They're both former winners for their respective districts, longtime friends and they’ve feelings for each other but have never dared to confess anything to the other, with prompt #1: “how much did you drink?”, prompt #11: "you owe me a kiss." and prompt #21: "you’re not very intimidating." Thank you !

Prompts:

1 -  “how much did you drink?”

11 -  “you owe me a kiss.”

21 -  “you’re not very intimidating.”

Authors Note: ooooooooh i love how this one turned out! usually i hate my crappy writing but idk maybe i was overly inspired and i feel this came out actually pretty good imnotgonnalie!!! anywho i feel tho that this love story aint that rlly finished...i might IF YA GIRL GOT TIME i might write a second part to this idk i just IDK I REALLY FRICKIN LOVE THIS!!! i hope u guys do and thnx anon for request and if u guys ever want me to tag u...u know where to find me

You gathered your things, checking your attire as you stepped in front of a mirror. 

“I hate these things,” you muttered to yourself as you added the finishing touches to your makeup. You were on your way to a gathering, a party, where it was for the new tributes to the Hunger Games. 

Did you want to be there? No.

Did you have to be there? Yes.

You were a fierce mentor for your district. You had to show up, it was needed for the place you were in. People had to see that your district was trying. 

As you went over there you saw the invitation. Written in beautiful writing but smelling of a terrible, pungent odor you recognized it as President Snow’s scent. 

“Awful smell,” you covered your nose, throwing your invitation in your purse you stared longingly at the window. This will be another time where you would have to be face to face with Haymitch. You two started off as rivals but then eventually turned into longtime good friends. A point in time when you were maturing you two fell out of communication until recently you and Haymitch got back together as if there were never a space between you two. As if there never was a time when you two didn't see each other, it was like old times. Upon seeing him again however sparked something within that didn’t spark when you used to see him when you were younger. He age like fine wine. Becoming more gruff and tough than his youthful days, always leaning towards alcohol. 

Why did you have to see him again? You were fine all those years but now you yearned for something stronger. You yearned to see him daily, to express your feelings to him finally, you just wanted him to know the truth before it was too late. You were for once in your life terrified. You’ve been through the Hunger games, yet love scared you more than death. 

You arrived and stepped into the building. There were some old faces and some new but most of the people there were all fake. They wore a mask, a facade to agree with the Capital. You were not about that lifestyle. You believed everyone was entitled to their own opinion, they deserved a voice, a say. 

You were alone admiring the decor, noticing a few things here and there, like the way the glitter sparkled when the light hit it, or how the light blonde hair flew by like a feather against the bedazzled, sparkly background. 

“Wait blonde hair?”

As you looked to see who it was the person knocked into you almost sending you flying back into the bar but you caught the other and yourself just in time. “Hey what the he*l?”

“Don’t use that tone with me...young....lady,” Haymitch sorta slurred as he stood up straight, holding the glass cup to his lips. He was about to take a swig of his drink but he paused and squinted at you. “My you’re beautiful...who are you again?” 

You rolled your eyes. Of course Haymitch was drunk, when was he never. You placed your hands on your hip, you were almost like a parent to him sometimes. However, the feelings that rested within you did not leave or escape instead they made a home in your heart, rooting its way within your very veins. This was going to be impossible. 

“Hello to you to Haymitch. I’m your worst nightmare.” 

“Nooooooooooo,” Haymitch patted his lips with his finger as if thinking, “thats not it. You’re someone special, god I feel like I know you.”

“Are you serious Haymitch? Thats because you do know me! I’m y/n l/n! Remember?”

Haymitch was calm for a few seconds but then his eyes widened and a smile took onto his face. “See now I remember you, just took me a few minutes but I still got it. When you were younger you used to make me pins to wear every time we met, got any for me this time?”

You chuckled, unbelieving to you that he still thought about those minuscule gifts that you gave him so many years ago. “No not this time.”

Haymitch tried walking forward but he almost fell onto a group of people. He was swaying back and forth. “These parties are a pain in the as*.

“Tell me about it.”

Haymitch cackled as he tried taking another drink from his alcohol. You grabbed onto his arm to stop him. “Let go of me y/n.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“NO!”

“YES!”

“NO! Give me that,” you took the cup away from him and he tried grabbing it from you but you chugged the rest down. 

Haymitch glared at you,  “you b*tch.”

“B.I.T.C.H Beautiful Intelligent Talented Charming and Hot yeah i know. Now lets go get you sitting down so you don’t hurt yourself.” You guided Haymitch into a quiet room as you tried sitting him down. He moved out of the way and instead started to dance a little. His eyebrows wiggled as he bit his lip, “is this where you have fun with me and we moan so loud the rest of the bastar*s can hear us?”

“How much did you drink?”

“Enough to make me even forget why I’m here.”

“I can see that, wow.” You sat on the edge of the bed and Haymitch plopped himself beside you. You smiled up at him. His face made you reminisce, made you think about memories. Back then he was such an important person in your life. 

“Do you ever wish you could go back in time? Go back to when we were wild teenagers?”

You shrugged, “sometimes I do and then sometimes I don’t. My life is full of responsibilities now and so is yours. We are mentors now, its our job and duty to make sure these kids succeed.”

“You always were the serious type,” he scoffed.

“I was always the calm and reliable one, while you were off lying down with every girl and drinking every drink.”

Haymitch smiled as he thought about the past, “do you remember that one time me and you went to the lake and swam all night? The water was just perfect and the moon was so god dam* big I thought it was about to fall on us. Do you remember when our bodies met and touched? All wet, your lips perfect, our hearts beating fast as we got closer and closer to each other almost meeting. We almost but then...you stopped. You owe me a kiss.”

Trying to get his words out of your mind you pushed him back so he could lay down. “I think you are way too drunk.” You were bashful. 

Haymitch caught your arm and stared directly into your orbs, the windows to your soul. “Y/n, why did you stop?”

You clenched your hands into fists as you fought to stay in eye contact. “I was scared. We were young and I didn’t know if I would ever see you again. Then we just drifted apart. We’re grown up. Its time to forget about the past.”

Haymitch sat up so his forehead rested against yours, “how can I forget about the past when you were there? How can I not look forward to the future when you are here in the present?”

His collar shriveled up as you gripped onto it with all your might. “Haymitch you’re making this too difficult for me.” You inched closer and closer, wanting his lips. Wanting to finally connect. 

“Then how about I make it easy for you and shut you up already.” He crept closer and closer until you rested your head against his shoulder, “I should probably go.”

Haymitch heaved a heavy sigh. He thought he was finally getting to you. He thought the pain of not being together was over. All he wanted was you and that kiss. 

“It was nice seeing you Haymitch, hopefully we can stay in touch. Now you stay here for a while, get better.” You grabbed all your things and were about to leave the room when Haymitch says, “next time. Next time, I’ll get ya. Just you watch. I’ll make sure I’ll kiss you and I know for a fact you will end up kissing me.”

You raised your brow, “You’re not very intimidating.”

“I’m not?” 

You opened the door and taking a final glance of your past and present lover you thought of the what if. What if you did kiss? What would have happened?

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[sargentsnowy-blog]

Max paced the waiting tent on the beach same, sweatting nervously. "What if she says no..." He mumbled, Neil and Preston watching him in concern. "Oh my god what if she just...leaves?!"

"Max she's Nikki. She'd never run from her own wedding. Plus your best man is her sister so she'd be hearing a mouthful if she did," Neil says in a gentle tone, trying to calm down the groom before he sweated out his suit. "Chill."

"DUDE I CAN'T." He turned to him in panic, his eyes wide. "Seriously Neil, what if she just...puts it off..? I've been planning this shit for months."

"Don't think too low of her, Maxwell," Preston says with a snicker and straightening his bowtie.

Funny thing is, Max was looking great even tho he was panicked. He had on a dark midnight blue suit with a white shirt underneath. His bangs were pinned out his face so his forehead was showing and two stray curls were free. Great.

He growled and kept pacing.At the same time, Nikki was literally walking in circles while ranting. She wore the same color of Max's suit except her dress was specked with white glitter so it looked like stars.

Her three brides maids, Nerris, Ered, and since she asked Max to find one, his ex Sasha, just watched her. They glanced at each other as they watched.

"Max is a good guy but how would he react to what I have to tell him....?" She looked to the three girls for support.

None of them said anything.

"Uh...you're right! Max is a good guy I'm sure he'd be fine," Sasha cut in awkwardly, looking at Ered and Nerris who kinda just winced at her. "...."

"Haha yeah you're right," Nikki says, a little more confident. "I'll give it to him."

Nerris smirked at her and looked to Sasha who sighed in relief.

Then the music started. Neil and Preston had to practically push Max to his place by the beach water, taking their own places after calming him down a little.

Luckily since it was night, no one could see him sweating. Even with the lights on. So he was fine. This is fine.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw Astria, Nerris and Harrison's tiny child, skipping down the isle with a basket of blue rose petals in her hand and spilling over the white carpet.

Then the brides maids walked out, bright smiles on their faces as they got to the end and stood on Nikki's side. 'oh god oh god...' Max gulped as Nikki walked out her tent, a sparkly dark blue veil covering her face. 'Dammit Nikki walk slower-' But she was walking quickly, stepping onto the platform and across from him.

'Okay Max, calm your ass down.' He slowly lifted her veil and saw her bright pretty face, a wide smile on her red lips. Her makeup was clearly done by Sasha cause it was perfect. Also Nikki didnt really know how to do it.

"...damn..." Max muttered softly, his eyes wide in awe. "You're fine-"

Nikki snorted and laughed, shaking her head. "Thanks Maxie."

"AHEM stop flirting," Gwen says from beside them, her face in a smirk. "Haha sorry," Max apologized sheepishly, looking to Nikki with a more confident smile. He grabs her hands and waited for Gwen to start.

All was going well until they got to the vows.

And when Max opened his mouth, his mind drew a goddamn blank. "Uh..." His eyes widened. "Uhm....I..."

Nikki tilts her head in confusion, raising her eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot my vows—"

She winced. "Oof-"

"I'll just wing it." He clears his throat. "So Nikki as you see I forgot my vows and I'm just gonna say it right here right now that I fucking love you and always will. Why? You're perfect to be honest. Everything you do is just...great. You're pretty, funny, amazing, stupidly smart, I don't even know if I'm in your league. Still don't. And this got very cheesy let me just." He coughs. "Anyways I'm pretty sure I'd be a fucking dumbass alone and not talking to anyone if you'd just not gotten off that bus. Can I stop...?" Nikki laughs and nods “yeah you can”

“Anyways!" Nikki smirked. "Its my turn." "Ahem! Max you're really nice when you want to be and a soft cunt to me and me only and I love it. Especially how you're just yelling at someone then turn to me in the sweetest tone cause you know I hate people yelling at me! Hence why my mom wasn't invited!" Her grip tightened on his hands. "You're a smart idiot, pretty cute...wait thats an understatement. You're pretty damn hot ahem. And I'll never freaking forget..." She smiled softly, looking up to him with soft and watery eyes. "...how you let me move into your apartment when you found out what my mom was doing to me. That was honestly the best day of my life besides you proposing to me." Max's eyes widened and he tilted his head with a grin. "It was nothing..."

"We weren't even dating!" She laughs. "And you know exactly how to cheer me up! And..." She sniffed slightly. "F r i c k. Gwen stop crying your emotions are spreading."

She looks to Gwen who was actually sobbing. "S-sorry--" Nikki sighs and sniffs. Then she started crying. "DANGIT." Max snickered and wiped her tears. "Pfft keep it together Nik."

Nikki nods and sniffles again. "Max I really...really love you you don't even know how much...to be honest I started liking you when we cracked that egg...haha and then...you big wimp you asked me out in freshman year of college!"

Max gasped playfully. "Not the point."

"You never break a promise...right?"

"Nope."Nikki looks to Gwen with a small smile, nodding.

"Ahem...Maxwell Greenwood...do you take Nikki Skyler as your wedded wife, to spend your life with her until your dying ages?"

“I do," Max responds confidently, his anxiety fading.

"And do you, Nik-"

"I do I do I DO."

Gwen laughed and looked to Preston who walked up, holding two golden rings on a velvet pillow.

Max and Nikki took one and pushed it up each others right middle fingers before looking up at each other excitedly.

"You may now, k-"

Before Gwen could even finish, Nikki was in Max's grip and he was kissing her happily. Nikki snickered and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back just as happy and excited.

They break away with bright eyes and smiles before running down the isle. Nikki tossed her bouquet into the hair with a laugh and Preston shoved the girls out the way, catching it and shouting, "NEIL GAY MARRIAGE IS LEGAL AND I CAUGHT IT!" Neil gulped and sighed softly.

-AT THE AFTER PARTY-

The clinking of wine glasses echoed around the party as everyone celebrated the marriage.

Max and Nikki were sitting beside each other and chatting with everyone about how Max was taking her on a cruise for their honeymoon.

A very expensive one that David totally helped him book.Speaking of David, he was sobbing into Gwen's shirt, just so happy that his SON finally got married to her and kept that promise he made years ago."Pfft David...calm down..." Gwen patted her HUSBAND'S head and stood up, clinking her glass with a smirk. "Everyone! Hey listen up!"

The crowd goes silent and everyone looks over to her, curious and surprised.

"Toasts you assholes to the newly weds!""Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sasha jumps up. "I have one!"

Max and Nikki look to each other in surprise before looking back at his ex.

-SKIP AFTER THE TOASTS TO THE WEDDING PRESENTS WHERE I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU SOB-

"A new TV for the apartment!" Nikki says excitedly, opening Nerris' and Harrison's present. "It has a sound bar!"

"Neil gave us a new PlayStation. Playstation 7." Max looked to Neil and smirked, Neil grinning and shrugging."Open ours," Gwen says excitedly, grinning.

Max took their present and opened it, finding a vacation pass to france. "Why don't you guys take this?"

"Well we think you guys might need it later." Gwen looks to Nikki with a small smile.Nikki gulped nervously and started to fidget in her seat. 'Crap.' "Uhhhh Max?"

Max turns to her. "Yeah Nik?"

She smiles anxiously. "I have a present for you." She picks up a small box. It was wrapped with a red bow on top.

Max shrugs and takes it, tearing the paper open while humming.

She looked over at him, sweating.

David hurried and grabbed his camera, turning it on.

Max opens the box and his breath caught as he pulled out two pacifiers. One was blue. One was pink. He lifted his head slowly and looked to Nikki with wide eyes.

Nikki looked over at him with an anxious smile, saying, "Maxie...we're having twins.." Max stayed silent for a while, just staring at her. Then tears streaked down his face. "..."

"Ah- Max!" Nikki tried to wipe his tears but he just hugged her tightly, sobbing into her shoulder.

"...haha h-how long..h-have yo-you known..?"

She hugs him back. "2 months.." He sits up, wiping eyes only for more tears tears to fall down. "Fuck fuck fUCK...Nikki ima be a dad. A fucking...dad."

She laughs and nods. "A great one too. You're probably gonna be crying when they go off to preschool."

Max blinked and nodded. "Yeahhhhh you're probably right." He then stood up and stood Nikki up too.

"Max what're y-"

Max pecks her lips and said, "you have to dance with my dad, idiot."

...

@jennythemagicbear requested this sorry its in this format I wrote it on discord.