#like i think once you started gathering plates he was like hmmm maybe i can use them…

[goldensunset]

pla was like hey what if you got sent back in time to a world where a bunch of people hate you for existing and think you must be evil and force you to perform herculean tasks daily just to be tolerated except there’s this one guy who seems to genuinely like you and he thinks it’s really cool that you’re an outsider from another world and he’s there for you in your worst moment when no one else is brave enough to help and then later after it’s all been resolved you find out that this entire mess was his fault in the first place he’s the reason that you’re here he’s the reason that the world was ending and you got blamed for all of that and he turns on you suddenly and reveals he was just using you to achieve his own selfish goal and after you put a stop to him he curses you for being an outsider sent here just to stop him and now suddenly he genuinely hates you more than anyone else because it has dawned on him that you are the epitome of all that he wishes he could be

[spencer-reid-in-a-pool]

Room For Dessert

anon requested- Can you do a smut where rossi has a dinner party but also has his Niece staying with him because her apartment is being fumigated. Her and Spencer hit it off and go at it.

anon requested- smut 54: you better be quiet or everyone is going to know what a naughty little slut you are. and 59: such a needy little thing, aren't you? with Spencer

Contains: fingering (female receiving), hand job (male receiving), mention of pregnancy/breeding kink, name calling, slight degradation, unprotected sex, swearing, sexual acts in a public setting

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I had never met my uncle David's co-workers before. He had always talked about introducing us, but it just never seemed to be the right time. It seems that today though, the world decided it was the right time.

He was having a dinner party tonight and my apartment needed to be fumigated. What luck!

I figured I would be staying with him for a couple days, so I packed my things after work yesterday. Now it was Saturday, the day of the party, and time to head over.

I had to admit I was nervous. A dinner party with people I didn't know? Talk about awkward. But I decided to make the most of it.

Once I was at his house, he took me to a spare room that would be mine for the next few days and showed me where everything was. Not that I would remember since we're in a mansion.

A few hours passed and it was time for people to start arriving. As I was getting my party clothes on, I could hear voices downstairs. Guess I should hurry.

Once I was done with my hair, makeup, and clothes, I made my way slowly down the stairs. The voices got progressively louder as I got closer.

A few people were scattered around the immediate area. A dark-haired woman stood talking to a blonde woman over near the far side of the room. Uncle David was talking with an Asian man and a dark-skinned woman by the entrance to the kitchen. And lastly, a well-built Hispanic man sat talking to a blonde woman in colorful clothing and a tall, slightly unkempt man.

I wasn't sure where to go first so I just kind of stood on the bottom step without saying anything. Then Uncle David noticed me.

"Ah there she is! We've been waiting for you. Come on and mingle while the food is finishing up."

At his words, the room full of people all turned their heads toward me.

Slightly taken aback by all the eyes on me, I gave a small wave and a smile before making my way down to them.

"It's nice to meet you guys! I'm (Y/N). Uncle David has told me about all of you."

The woman wearing bright colors made her way over to me first, a glass of champagne in hand.

"It's so nice to meet you! Your dress is to die for!"

She then enveloped me in a one arm hug. I hugged her back and accidentally made eye contact with the tall guy in the back. He quickly looked away. What was he staring at me for?

"I'm Penelope by the way!"

She pulled away and smiled at me once more before making room for the next person.

Emily, JJ, Luke, Tara, and Matt all introduced themselves. The last guy must be...

"Dr. Spencer Reid," he said as he stuck his hand out to shake.

Oh. Oh wow.

Now that I got a closer look at him, I could see why his nickname was "Pretty Boy." If we hadn't been in front of so many people, I would've had to jump his bones right then.

I shook his hand shyly.

"It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Aren't you a little too attractive to be in the FBI? How does anyone get their work done?"

Spencer cleared his throat and glanced around the room to see people start walking to the kitchen. The food must be almost done.

"Well, why don’t you sit next to me at the dinner table? I’ll make sure to tell you all about my...work,” he murmured as he made no attempts to hide his eyes roaming my body.

Did-did he just...?

Before I could think anything coherent, he began walking away. He was probably just messing with me. I’m just being stupid.

Still, my legs felt a bit weak as I made my way into the kitchen. They were all sitting down and the only empty seat was next to Spencer. As I approached, he jumped up and pulled out the chair.

“Here let me.”

He gave me a bashful look, not at all like the look he gave my body moments ago in the living room. What is this guy’s deal?

I gave him a small smile and took a seat. He pushed me towards the table and sat down next to me.

Uncle David did his toast thing to be thankful for everyone being here, and then we started dishing up our food. There was so much to choose from that my plate became full almost immediately.

“So tell me,” I said to the man next to me, “What’s it like to be the BAU’s resident genius?”

Spencer glanced at me as he gathered food onto his plate.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that an IQ score or any amount of knowledge makes someone a genius. Not that both of those aren’t high for me, but I don’t like to quantify the term genius.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But between you and me, it feels pretty good.”

I giggled and he smiled at me. He has a nice smile.

“Hey I made you laugh and it wasn’t at me. Maybe I’m getting somewhere with women.”

I traced the rim of my champagne glass before looking at him. I know I’d like to go somewhere with him...

“I don’t see how women aren’t all over you, Doctor. I mean. Have you looked in a mirror?”

Spencer chuckled and smiled, almost nervously.

“I’d rather look at you.”

My cheeks got hot and I blinked rapidly. Oh no. This is it. It’s happening.

But I hadn’t forgotten that look he gave me before we sat down. I hadn’t forgotten the way he undressed me with his eyes. If he wanted to mess with me then I would mess with him too.

I leaned over slowly so no one would notice and began talking in a low voice in his ear.

“What parts of me would you like to look at, Doctor?”

Spencer choked on his drink when I finished speaking. I leaned away feeling accomplished and with a painful twitch in my chest from trying not to lose my shit at him sputtering like an idiot.

But it would seem that karma is, in fact, a bitch.

“How about I start with those pretty tits of yours?”

It was my turn to choke on my drink this time. This earned me a few glances from the people across from me at the table.

“You two okay over there?” Emily asked us, having no clue what was really happening on our side of the table.

Spencer gave me a fake confused glance and then met Emily’s eyes.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?”

She shrugged and seemed to leave it at that, turning back to her conversation with JJ.

“How about...,” Spencer began next to me in a low voice so that no one would hear, “We have a little fun?”

I raised an eyebrow at him, not really sure what he meant by that.

He widened his eyes and looked me up and down in response as if to say, “You know exactly what I mean.”

I tried not to smile as big as I wanted to, so I settled on a sly grin in his direction to let him know I was game.

His body seemed to relax in relief almost, something I wasn’t expecting. Was he genuinely interested in me or was he just messing with me because I happened to be here?

I tried distracting myself from these thoughts and started actually eating, since we were at a dinner party after all.

A few minutes went by of idle conversation, although I wasn’t really listening. I responded in short sentences and nods in between bites of food, but my mind was elsewhere.

It wasn’t too long though, until my mind went straight to my thigh, where a hand could be felt slowly making its way up.

Trying not to make it obvious, I turned towards Spencer with a shocked look on my face. He wasn’t even looking at me, he was looking ahead and having a full conversation with Matt and Luke. How is he multitasking this well?

His hand- his very large and warm hand- made its way even farther up, snaking towards my center with a painfully slow pace.

I knew what he was planning, and I was ready for it. At least, I think I am.

His finger brushed against the edge of my panties and he paused. When I looked over at him, he had his chin casually resting on his other hand and was looking at me sideways. He raised an eyebrow to ask me if it was okay.

In response, I took his hand that was so close to where I wanted it to be, and brought it down so that he could feel the wet spot forming just from thinking about what he was getting ready to do.

I think this shocked him a little, so he cleared his throat and looked ahead, picking up another conversation with Tara.

He made his way back to where he was and began slipping fingers past the hem of my panties. They were warm and soft, but still, I shivered.

I tried my best to continue on as normal while people talked to me, but as soon as I felt the pad of his pointer finger stroking my folds, I choked on my words.

No one seemed to notice, so I continued on like nothing happened.

He was teasing me now, touching around my entrance but never going in it. How irritating.

I’m sure he sensed my frustration, since he chuckled under his breath and immediately shoved a finger inside me.

I inhaled sharply, not expecting the force or suddenness. This seemed to please him; at least I’m assuming he was pleased based on the grin that graced his features.

He continued working while he talked, never stopping the motions of going in and out of me. He even began rubbing my clit with another finger while he fingered me. He must be really good at piano. And guitar, for that matter.

It was starting to get a little warm, and my body began reacting to the way he was relentlessly rubbing my clit in hurried circles.

“Spencer,” I hissed so that no one else could hear.

“Hmmm?”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I believe I’m trying to make you cum on my fingers.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt my core tighten. I looked around to make sure no one had heard us. The coast seemed to be clear.

“You’re gonna pay for this, asshole,” I choked out.

This seemed to only fuel him. His fingers began relentlessly attacking my swollen bundle of nerves and they did not stop. Not even close. He only got faster and faster, and I have no idea how that was even possible to begin with.

I wanted to smack the smirk that appeared when I tightened around his fingers right off his stupid face.

His eyes roamed my sweaty, slightly red face and he slowly pulled his hand from my panties.

Spencer then turned back to his plate and picked up the last bit of his dinner roll that was left. He placed it in his mouth, along with the tips of his fingers that were just in my panties. He pushed the roll farther in his mouth so that his fingers were halfway in. Then he slowly withdrew them, his lips never leaving those damn fingers.

“Mmm Rossi,” Spencer began, turning away from me and to the man he called, “These rolls are really good. Did you make them yourself? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything like it.”

This time I choked on my own saliva. So of course, I had a coughing fit that drew everyone’s attention to me.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/N) are you okay? Take a sip of water!” Penelope told me in honest concern for my well being.

I finished coughing and took a long gulp from my glass. I only wished it was whiskey instead of water right now.

“I’m okay, really,” I said, holding my hands up in front of me, “Just... swallowed my food too fast.”

This seemed to satisfy everyone so they all turned back to each other, Spencer’s comment about the rolls forgotten.

“That’s what you get for calling me those mean names, princess,” Spencer murmured next to me.

I stayed silent in response. Two could play at this game.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand against his crotch. And it was... something. I’m not sure if he was that hard or just- that big. Either way, my heart skipped a beat. But I didn’t let that stop me.

I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his pants and made contact with what I was looking for. I felt him twitch under my touch, but his face gave nothing away to the others at the table.

So I started working. Tracing the length of what I could reach, and rubbing along his shaft with precision.

He took in a sharp breath as I made my way closer to the tip, and he quickly cut a glance my way.

I paid him no mind as I continued, making sure to eat off my plate like normal so as not to draw suspicion. Looking around, I could see that most people were finishing up their food, so I didn’t really have a lot of time left. I started going faster, putting more pressure onto his dick as I went. 

When I looked up to check the scene, I saw Spencer gripping his fork with white knuckles. He was holding on for dear life. Good. 

It was then that a few people began to excuse themselves from the table to go mingle some more before dessert. Shit. I had to hurry. 

I kept picking up speed, probably too much to be honest. But it worked. Spencer stiffened under my touch and a warm, wet spot was now forming in his pants, coating my fingers. He cleared his throat to try and drown out the noise he wanted so badly to make instead. 

I took a deep breath, satisfied with my work, and slowly removed my hand from his pants. It was just us, Penelope, and my uncle left at the table. They were in the middle of a conversation anyway. Luck was on my side tonight.

Spencer excused himself in a hurry, and I waited a few minutes before doing the same. I had no idea where he went, so I just had to walk around and find him somehow. We had unfinished business. 

A few minutes went by of me searching the halls, hopefully not drawing attention to myself. And then I found him, leaning against a wall and looking out the window in front of him. 

When I approached him, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get any words out, he grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me into a closet. Spencer shut the door quietly behind us, though I could tell that he wanted to slam it. Uh oh.

“What the hell was that?” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“I was just playing along! Isn’t that what we wanted to do from the beginning?”

Spencer ran a hand through his hair. Oh, how I wanted to do the same thing.

“Obviously. I’ve been wanting to fuck you senseless since I laid eyes on you.”

My heart skipped a beat and the pulse suddenly went down into my core instead.

“Well do it then,” I murmured while gripping onto his forearms. There was enough space in this closet for many different positions. I just wanted to be as close to him as possible.

“I don’t know if you know what you’re getting yourself into,” Spencer groaned while palming my ass roughly.

“Mmm, I don’t care. I’m on the pill, by the way. So I wanna feel you. All of you. Although I have a pretty strong feeling you’d get off on putting a baby in me, Doctor,” I whispered into his ear before pressing my chest against his. I felt his breathing stop for a split second.

“Shut up,” he growled. It seems I pushed a button.

“Make me.”

Without a word and without hesitation, Spencer shoved me against the wall behind me and locked his mouth onto mine.

It was better than I could’ve imagined. And I had imagined it a lot over the course of tonight.

His tongue immediately shoved past the barrier of my lips and teeth, finding shelter in my mouth. The groans that came from him could have undone me right there, so I held onto his shoulders for dear life. His hands found his way to my ass, and he pushed me against his erection. His very large, very intimidating erection. And then all too soon, he pulled away, a string of saliva and swollen lips the only evidence of what had just happened.

“Who said you were allowed to tease me, huh? You've been pushing my buttons all night, and now look at you. A writhing mess underneath me. Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

I shivered as his words reached my ears. So he had noticed I was already falling apart once again.

“God,” he moaned into my neck as he pushed me against his dick.

I couldn’t help myself- I moaned with him. The friction of him against my pulsing core was almost too much to handle.

“You sound so good,” he growled in my ear.

We stopped suddenly when footsteps could be heard nearby. I glanced at Spencer in a panic and started to move away from him. But before I could, he hastily shoved his hand over my mouth.

"Oh no, we're not stopping. Not when it’s getting this good. So you better be quiet or else everyone will know what a naughty little slut you are. Understand?"

I whimpered against his fingers and nodded at him. He gave me a wicked smile in return.

"Good girl. Now take off your panties and wrap your legs around me so I can feel just how tight your cunt really is. I have a feeling my dick will feel a lot better inside you rather than my fingers.”

With shaking hands, I slid my panties off and kicked them away.

Spencer must have enjoyed what I did because he licked his lips eagerly, never breaking his gaze towards me. Before I made my way back over to him, I couldn’t help but notice how hard he already was. This wouldn’t take long. Less of a chance we would get caught, thankfully. 

He pulled down his pants and boxers roughly, quickly stepping out of them like I had done moments ago. He made no motion to remove the clothes on his top half, solidifying the thought that this would be over quickly. How bittersweet. 

Without another word, I practically jumped into his arms, our mouths meeting immediately and moving against the other ferociously. But all of a sudden, he pulled away, and it pissed me off more than it should have. 

When I saw why he did though, I wasn’t angry anymore. 

He had picked up the belt he had been wearing from the floor, and was holding it in front of me with a dangerous look in his eye. 

“I don’t trust you to be quiet. Open,” Spencer said in a gravelly huff. 

I did as he asked without hesitation, and he roughly shoved the leather belt into my mouth, commanding me to bite down on it. 

Oh shit.

Without missing a beat, he picked me up and laid me down on the floor, extremely gently compared to how he had previously put the belt in my mouth. 

“Good thing you’re already so wet,” Spencer purred, looking down at my exposed core. “Otherwise, this might hurt a little. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Unfortunately, it did still hurt. But God, did it hurt so good. 

[svucarisiaddict]

Hey love - miss you and your writing! Not sure if your taking requests or not, but I have one for Sonny x reader based on tonight’s episode with Barba. Sonny is nervous and cramming for his trial with Barba as the defending attorney. He’s pulling all nighters and working crazy hours at the office. The reader wants to help but also feels neglected. She also found out she is pregnant and wants to tell Sonny but he hasn’t been around. TIA 🤍

Reaching for the opposite side of the bed for your husband, all you found were cool sheets and emptiness. Opening your eyes, you looked at the bedside clock that read 1 AM. You pushed back the comforter and got out of bed to go search for Sonny. You weren’t sure when he got home, but it was definitely after 10.

A dim light from the kitchen made the hallway just light enough to make your way down the hall. There he sat, your beautiful, intelligent, loving husband pouring over notes on a yellow pad, file folders, and his laptop.  An empty container that had leftovers from dinner sat on top of one of the piles. Well, at least he ate. This case was tough, not just for the obvious reasons. He had to go against his mentor, Rafael Barba, in court.

You leaned against the doorway of the kitchen and studied Sonny for a minute. Even from behind, you could tell he was stressed. His shoulders were tense, the back of his neck was red from him rubbing it, and his hair tousled from running hands through it.

His hair had become more grey in the last couple of years, especially since taking the ADA position. Not that you minded. He was your silver fox. The first time you called Sonny that, it gave him a good laugh. 

You padded across the hardwood floors, then wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “I miss you,” you said softly. “Think you’ll be coming to bed soon?”

“Yeah. Sorry,” Sonny replied. “I have so much prep and research. This case is-”

“I know,” you replied in an even tone. Moving your hands, you began to massage his shoulders gently. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Yeah, don’t stop doing that,” he said, allowing his body to relax slowly. 

“Maybe you can return the favor,” you said suggestively. Sonny started to say something, but you stopped him. “I know. Just feeling a little lonely.”

“It’s not intentional, doll. I promise I’ll make it up to you as soon as the case is over. We’ll go away, just you and me,” he stated.

“Until you get the next case,” you commented, unable to keep the snarkiness out of your voice.

Sonny hung his head. You knew he felt guilty for not spending time together and your comment just made him feel worse. Sonny was doing his best to balance work and home. Right now, as a new ADA, he needed to concentrate on his career. 

“That was out of line. I just miss having you next to me in bed, sharing meals with you, and having coffee with you every morning, and we talked about starting a family.” It wasn’t your intention to make him feel bad, but you and Sonny always agreed to be honest, no matter what. 

“Some things might have to be put on the back burner. Just for maybe a year.” 

“Right. Sure,” you replied.

Sonny sighed heavily, leaning his head back to rest against your chest. “I suck as a husband lately, huh?”

You wrapped your arms around Sonny’s neck. “You don’t suck,” you replied softly, kissing the top of his head. “I’m just tired.” And stressed, scared, unsure, the list went on and on, you said to yourself.  “I’m going to bed. Love you.” Releasing Sonny from your embrace, you turned to leave the room.

“Love you most,” Sonny said. He held your hand for a beat for releasing it. 

You gave him a small smile. “Night.” 

The following day you woke up to find Sonny had already left. You faintly remembered him pulling you against his chest when he finally made it to bed and the kiss he gave you before he left. The faint light morning light was just filtering through the curtains as you reluctantly pushed yourself out of bed. 

As you made yourself ready for the day, you knew you had to tell Sonny you were pregnant. Although after the conversation last night and him telling you it would have to wait, you weren’t confident of his reaction. You knew the next day the trial started. While you didn’t want to add any more stress to his life, you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. 

As the day went on, you decided to go to Sonny’s office. On the way, you stopped at one of Sonny’s favorite restaurants and picked up dinner. 

Once you made it to Sonny’s office, you found it empty. His suit jacket was on the back of his desk chair, and multiple disposable cups littered the desk along with papers and folders. You went around cleaning up to make room for dinner being careful not to disturb anything important.

A few minutes later, you heard your husband’s distinct accent. By the tone of his voice, you could tell he was frustrated and tired. That seemed to be his norm recently. He had exhausting days while he was a detective but nothing like since becoming ADA. “Yeah. I’ll take care of it,” he said as he walked into the office.

“Thought you might be hungry,” you said. 

Sonny smiled, then enveloped you into a big hug. “You’re just the person I needed to see,” he whispered into your ear. He buried his face in your hair.

Your arms wrapped around his middle, returning the hug. “Hmmm,” you softly into his chest. Sonny’s familiar scent made you smile. It was comforting.

Sonny eventually pulled away. “This looks so good,” he said, taking a plate and filling it with pasta and bread. Sonny paused when he saw the container from home. “Are those what I think they are?” he asked.

“They sure are,” you replied with a smile when Sonny spotted the brownies that he described as decadent the first time you made them for him. “I made enough to share with the office.”

“Bite your tongue,” he said around a bite of brownie. “This is one thing I’ll never share.”

You grinned at his comment. Sonny had a big sweet tooth, chocolate being his favorite, and you loved to indulge him. 

While you ate, Sonny filled you in with what was going on with Liv, Amanda, and Fin. You nodded but weren’t really paying attention. 

“What’s going on? You’re really quiet.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Just a lot on my mind is all.” 

“If this is about my hours, I promise things are going to get better,” he said, reaching his hand to cover yours.

“Sonny, I’m pregnant. And I know you wanted to wait. And-and I know this is a lot to drop on you right before this case against Barba-” you took a ragged breath. “I tried to wait until after the trial but I just couldn’t keep it to myself and you’re never home. Not that I blame you. And I just...” Tears streamed down your cheeks. Tears of being tired, getting the secret out, and being scared. 

Sonny swiftly stood, rounded the desk, and gathered you into his arms. He soothed your hair, then kissed the top of your head. “Hey. Don’t cry, doll.” He swayed a little back and forth. “I’m sorry.”

You sniffled. “Why are you sorry?” Leaning back, you looked into Sonny’s eyes. 

He brushed away the tears from your cheeks. “That you thought you couldn’t tell me the most wonderful thing I’ve heard since you said ‘I do’.” Sonny leaned down to kiss your lips. He smiled then took your hand. “C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” you asked as he lead you from his office.

Sonny grinned and winked at you. “Home. To celebrate.” He stopped, then grabbed the container of brownies from his desk. “We’ll get ice cream on the way home.”

[toomanyfandoms02]

Kisses // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This is a request for both @boiled-onionrings and @aberrant-annie ! I ADORED writing this!!!

Summary - Reader is an artist with serious art block. So she decides to kiss her best friend all over and turn it into art.

Word Count - 2.2k

This is based off of THIS gif from @nationgubler

I loved being an artist, but with any career in the arts, there is a time where you have some kind of block.

And I was having artist block, right now.

I sat in my studio, my back laying against the floor of the cold tile. As if the ceiling was going to spark some kind of Vincent Van Gogh idea in my head. I lightly brought my hand to my face, slapping my forehead.

"Come on y/n! There's something in there, anything, anything!" My head lolled to the side in frustration, eyes closed. I let out a loud groan of frustration, very grateful in this moment for choosing the most soundproof room of my apartment to do art. This was out of courtesy of my very kind neighbors. I opened my eyes slowly, hoping that something would come soon so I wasn't so damn angry. That's when I saw it.

The book Matthew had gotten me for my birthday a few months ago, sitting right next to my painting of lips, one of my best selling prints.

"Hmmm." I sat up slowly, contemplating if I should even ask this favor of him, but Matthew really cared about my career. Maybe I was in luck, so I dialed his phone number. He answered within 2 rings.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" He sounded out of breath, making his voice slightly raspy. This caused my heart to beat a bit faster.

"Uh, I have a favor to ask you, are you okay? You sound out of breath." I could hear him huff another deep breath.

"Yeah! I'm on a run in the park right now."

"Oh! Well don't worry about it then, I can save this-"

"No no! What do you need, I'm on my way home." This was honestly the most nerve-wracking thing ever, asking my best friend And someone I'm slowly falling for to do a kind of scandalous pose for a painting for me.

"It's kind of, weird. It involves art. I can't come up with any ideas and this one came into my head, you can totally say no, I won't-"

"Honey, good lord, I'm not gonna judge you, just tell me." He laughed in the end, easing my stress only slightly at the sound of it.

"Alright, it would be a portrait of you from waist up, but, also, I would, ugh. I feel weird about it!" I paused momentarily, sighing into the phone and making a pouty face that he *thankfully* couldn't see. "Then I would put kisses all over you, to like, I don't know."

"Spice it up?"

"Yes."

"I'll be over soon, I'm gonna take a shower. See you soon sunshine!" And that was it. Nearly no hesitation and he agreed to it.

*Why did I worry so much?*

Probably because you like him so much, *dumbass*.

I tidied up my studio as a distraction, waiting for a knock at my door. My wooden easel clicked on the floor as I set it near the big window in the room. I set a stool in front of it for Matthew, facing him towards it for good natural lighting. I plopped a 24x16 canvas onto the easel. My heart nearly jumped from my chest as I heard the knock at my door. I almost slipped running to it.

I opened the door to see a smiling Matthew. He was leaning against my door frame dressed in a white button-down and some regular jeans.

"I don't see you wearing any lipstick, how are you gonna manage putting kisses all over me without it?" He teased with a smirk.

This man really knew how to make my heart stop, it was almost insane how much of an effect he had on me. But I was surprisingly good at hiding it.

"I haven't put it on yet you nerd." I hit his chest lightly, moving out of the doorway so he could come in. "You can still back out if you feel weird about this. And also, this is gonna take a while." I looked up at him nervously. He grabbed my shoulders, looking right into my eyes.

"I love helping you with art, stop thinking you're such a burden." He shook me a little, bringing another smile to my face.

"Fine, go sit on the stool back there and unbutton your shirt a few buttons," I ordered him as if I had any confidence when it came to him. I walked to the bathroom adjacent to my studio, grabbing my red lipstick and applying it in the mirror.

"I love the color!" Matthew shouted from the doorway of the bathroom, almost causing me to drag the makeup across my face. I pulled it away from my lips slowly, looking over at the idiot who was constantly scaring me. I gave him the death stare. He quickly brought his hands into a surrender position and backed from the room and into the studio. But not without giving me a wicked smile. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

"Sit!" I shooed him onto the stool I set up for him.

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted, sitting gracefully onto the wobbly seat.

"You promise this won't be too weird?" I asked a final time, a very *very* small part of me hoping that he would think it was too weird so I didn't have to torture myself even more with this horrible crush of mine. He just stared at me with one eyebrow raised, as to silently say.

*Do I really have to assure you again that I don't care?*

"Alright! Let go then." Another wave of anxiety shot through me as I leaned down to his level. My hands parted his hair to where I wanted it. I then kissed my thumb to make sure the lipstick was still wet enough to transfer, and sure enough, the red pigment was smudged onto the finger. Here we go.

I grabbed his face with both hands and brought my lips to his left cheek, leaving a kiss slightly above his cheekbone. I then left another kiss lower on the same cheek. On his right cheek, I put one right in the middle and one more near his chin.

I backed away from his face, pulling the lipstick from my pocket to reapply it. I watched his eyes as I put it on, seeing something I'd never seen in his eyes before.

"You okay Gubler?" I giggled a little, recapping the tube, I smacked my lips, ensuring that I got it everywhere. He blinked several times before shaking his head a little bit.

"Yeah! Uh, yes. Just zoned out." He nodded curtly, now venturing his eyes out the window.

"Okay weirdo." I chuckled. "I'm gonna kiss your chest now." I chuckled again, much more nervous than the previous one. He simply nodded and looked down at me with a small grin.

I got on my knees and opened his shirt a bit. Hopefully, he couldn't feel how much my hands were shaking, because let me tell you, I was *trembling*. I placed my hands on his shoulders and placed a kiss on the side of his neck first. I watched as Matthew sucked his lips into his mouth slowly tilting his head back. His hand was brought to his face and he left it there for a moment. I raised an eyebrow at him but quickly shrugged it off, I wasn't going to let this lipstick dry again.

I leaned down further, kissing his collar bone and then a final one near the center of his chest. At this point, Matthew was looking down at me again. He let off a loud breath and ran his tongue over his lips.

I stood up dusting my legs off, Matthew's eyes following me.

"Are you seriously okay? You're acting kind of funny." I came close to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked like a puppy dog looking up at me from the stool.

"I've got a small headache I think." It was a quick answer that seemed like a lie.

"We can stop-"

"No!" I jumped back from him, startled. "No, it's seriously fine. I'm just gonna get ibuprofen from your cabinets." He stood so quickly and turned toward the door.

"I can get that for you!"

"No it's fine I got it." His voice was farther now, almost completely in the bathroom. Even from this far his voice sounded strangled.

*Was this weirding him out? It really seems like it was.*

I gathered my colors from my oil paint box and brought them to the small table next to my easel.

Just a few minutes later Matthew emerged from the bathroom, looking like he felt better.

"Looks like the ibuprofen is working fast." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He snickered, sitting on his stool with a suspiciously large smile. I just shook my head a walked up to pose him. I turned his shoulders slightly toward the window, opening the shirt to see the kisses. I frazzled his hair a little to give it a bedhead look and once I was happy with everything, I went back to my seat.

"Just look wherever is comfortable. I'm giving you free will on that." Of course, he chooses to look directly at me.

"You sure you wanna look at me during this whole process?" I joked, starting with some skin-colored paint on the canvas.

"Well yeah, you're the most interesting thing in the room." I could feel the tips of my ears burn at the comment, not bothering to hide the smile that formed on the face.

"Well, thank you." I kept my eyes on the canvas, partly because I was painting, and partly because I thought that if I looked in his eyes I might melt into a puddle.

-

I was finally done with the base of everything. I pretty much had an outline with the correct colors.

"Okay, I'm taking a break. Do you want to snack with me?" I stretched my legs as I stood from my chair, my arms flailing high in the air.

"Yeah, what are you getting?" His hands rubbed together like a mischievous fly.

"I made chocolate chip cookies last night. I'm gonna heat them up so they are melty." I excitedly padded my bare feet to the kitchen. I slipped 3 cookies onto a plate and placed them in the microwave for 20 seconds. My back leaned on the counter as Matthew peered over me at my cookies.

"Someones excited about cookies." I laughed, grabbing them for the microwave and setting them on the counter, eating half of it in one bite.

"And you say *I'm* excited." He replied with a mouthful, clearly poking at the way I ate the cookie.

"You just ate yours in one bite!" I shot back.

"Whatever." He grabbed another, eating that one whole as well, as melted chocolate, slipped down his chin. He raised his hand to wipe it off and I was not quick enough to stop him.

"I'll just touch it up when we go back." He looked at his hand that was a mixture of brown and red and made a pouty face at me. "It's fine, here." I handed him a rag to wipe his hands and we went back into the studio.

On the walk back I was already reapplying my lipstick so I could fix the smudge on his face. I slipped into the bathroom quickly, grabbing my makeup wipes to fix the smudge as well. He sat in the stool once again.

Much less nervous this time, I grabbed his face the same way I did before and kissed over the same spot, making it darker and more defined again. As I was about to pull away from his face, Matthew's hands grabbed my wrists, stopping me from leaning away.

"What are you doing?" My heart hammered against my ribs, and at this moment I was hoping he couldn't hear it.

"Do you think there's anything else that needs to be fixed up?" His voice came out in a whisper, I could feel it against my face. "Do you think my *lips* should be red too?"

*Was he saying what I think he was saying?*

Apparently he was, because we both leaned in with closed eyes, connecting our lips. He pulled me into his lap on the stool, grabbing the back of my neck to deepen the kiss. I was sure that I was getting lipstick on much more than his lips at this point.

After quite the makeout sesh, we pulled away, both panting.

"What was that for?" My brain was in a complete haze. I realized I was still on his lap and began standing up, only to be pulled back down by his hands.

"I decided to finally make a move." He chuckled, leaning his forehead on mine.

"You mean, you like me?"

"No, I make out with everyone, all the time." He deadpanned. I giggled, running my thumb across his lips and showing his all the red that had transferred.

"Totally worth it." He smirked, kissing the tip of my nose sweetly.

*I'm not gonna get anything done with this man around.*

[yinyanchan]

Housemates x Zoot Suit Riot Crossover: Lucky and Strike part 1

Wanted to post this for my birthday. You guys get to see it here first before the parts are combined and put on AO3. I will update when that happens as I’d like to do POV’s I’ve written for housemates and Zoot Suit Riot as well. The rating on it will be M as we do have a lot a pervs to cover and well Lucky being Lucky.

Summary: In which Blue and Orange from Housemates end up getting sucked through the still active machine in the basement of the house and swaps them with Lucky (Underswap Mafia Sans) and Strike (Underswap Mafia Papyrus) from my fic. Zoot Suit Riot. If you haven’t read Zoot Suit Riot… you are in for a treat with Lucky. Rating is what is and you will find out soon enough.

Check it out under the cut!

Blue was cleaning up near the dryer as Orange was helping him fold clothes in the basement. Both of them zoned out at what they were doing… until…

“You hear that bro?” Orange looks around. He faintly hears a soft whirring sound but both the dryer and washing machine were off.

Blue pauses and looks around.

“I HEAR IT BUT WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE IT IS? I MEAN I FEEL LIKE I’VE HEARD IT BEFORE BUT I CAN’T HONESTLY PLACE IT.” He hums as he continues to investigate with his brother.

“Oh crap. It’s getting louder behind the locked door.” Oranges’ sockets widen as do Blues.

“YOU DON’T THINK THE MACHINE STARTED UP ON IT’S OWN DO YOU!?” Blue looks highly concerned over at his brother.

“It doesn’t seem possible. Go get Sans… I’ll take it from here.” Orange says undoing the lock on the door only to have his hand gripped by his brother.

“I DON’T WANT YOU GOING IN ALONE. MAYBE THIS IS SOMETHING LIKE AN UPDATE BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO IN AND IT POSSIBLY TAKES YOU FROM ME.” Blue is serious and Orange relents… he knows if he doesn’t comply he won’t even get the chance to investigate. Blue will ground his sorry behind that’s for sure.

“Ok bro. On the count of 3 we go in together.” Blue nods, getting that serious big brother mode game face on.

“1...2...3” They open the door and are instantly bathed in light and are instantly sucked into the room. Then moments later two skeletons who look eerily similar are thrown into the room.

They both groan slowly getting up from their awkward positions on the floor. They both look at each other only to do a double take.

“Brother, I know you are lazy but honestly?” The Blue look alike scowls at the orange hoodie clad skeleton next to him. The skeleton in question looks himself over and then scoffs.

“At least you can tell what I’m wearin’ unlike you bro… what even is that?” His brow raised in question.

The Blue imposter looked down at the battle body that Blue so lovingly wore in absolute disgust.

“THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS!? WHERE IS MY GODDAMN SUIT!?” He raves then touches head for his hat… and instantly blue tears are welling up in his sockets.

“Strike… my hat is gone… my classy yet uniquely me bowler hat has gone missing… I CAN’T BE CLASSY, yet highly adorable, AND GET PUSSY IN THIS!!!” The blue skeleton has tears cascading down as he looks around for something far more wearable… he only can find more of what his brother Strike is wearing and aprons.

“Lucky, Look, it's a bit more serious than our clothes right now. Forget our soulmate was in the world we left behind?” Strike asks his brother who looks ready to combust.

“THAT IS THE PUSSY I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!! IF WE ARE HERE THEN WHERE IS SHE!? SHE BETTER NOT BE STUCK WITH THOSE ASSHOLES WITHOUT US BIDDING FOR HER AFFECTION!” Lucky looked positively pissed.

“Well she’s not here obviously.” Strike meanders to the machine listening to its soft dronning hum.

“FIX THIS NOW!!!” Lucky demands but Strike laughs.

“Unfortunately this is out of my league. My machine doesn’t even have one of these usb ports. I had to print orders on a card file for the machine to read it… one mistakenly placed card would throw everything out of order.” Strike sighs.

“Hmmm perhaps this may be a similar situation we were in… multiple versions of ourselves convening in one alternate universe. I say we go out there and pretend to be whoever these skeletons are and single out the one who is responsible for this mishap.” Lucky says lifting up the battle body attire with a repulsed look.

“Great plan bro but how are you sure that they will think we’re them.” Strike questions.

Lucky pulls out the photo in the chest plate of Blue and Orange posing for the picture.

“I think we can handle it.” Lucky smirks, his blue eyes sharpened to blue icy stars.

Strike chuckles as the pose gives everything away. They were just plain ordinary versions of themselves in a different universe… How hard could it be?

They go up the stairs and find themselves face to face with someone so strikingly familiar their soul about leapt out of their chest.

“Y/N?” Lucky asks almost in a whisper but loud enough for you to turn around and smile. Lucky is in a daze and he feels the familiar pull of his soul's longing.... Could it be that there was another soulmate version of you in this world.

“What’s up Blue? Done with the laundry already? From the way you were lecturing Orange about his growing pile of filth… I thought you’d be down there a lot longer.” You chuckle as you come up to pat his shoulder.

The silence was obviously starting to worry you.

“You ok…..” You start but are instantly cut off by Strike chuckling.

“It’s okay honeybun, he’s a little speechless after he found a snack in the pockets of one of these (Slightly lifts the hoodie for emphasis) and it’s well traumatized him a bit. He’ll be back to good ol’ Blue in a moment.” Strike knew he slipped up by the way you look at him puzzled when he called you honeybun but fortunately his deductions about himself in this world were correct. You snort making both Lucky and Strike ease up from the tense situation they were in.

You give Lucky a hug which he’s shocked but instantly hugs you back.

“I’m so sorry Blue. At least it’s not like when Red went on a full cursing rampage… You and Berry both were mortified for days.” From Lucky’s position he was able to make eye contact with his brother.

It was an unspoken acknowledgement of the information they had just gathered. So there was a Red and a Berry… then you leaned back to look at Lucky once more.

“I’m sure you’ll be my cheery, bubbly Blueberry in no time.” Lucky almost cringed and Strike couldn’t hold back his laughter. Leaving you confused and Lucky glaring daggers at him while your focus was off.

Lucky only used that persona as a ruse… He hated being cute but he would do it in a heartbeat if it meant he could get something he could use. Everyone usually thought Strike was in charge and were left confused when Lucky showed up and made sure everyone knew their place. Strike knows that persona works like magic… no matter how much Lucky hates it.

“MWEH HEH! YOU HAVE ME THERE Y/N” Lucky throws himself into the act. You give him a concerned look again but shake it off with a grin. Lucky saw it and knew that Blue must’ve given you a term of endearment that he must call you by constantly… He wished he knew what it was…

Luckily he and Strike were always a team and Strike has his back.

“Sorry honeybun but it looks like he’s still a little out of it.” Strike snickers and Lucky puts on a playful pout that instantly has you looking relieved.

“Well this homework isn’t going to do itself… If only…” You sigh and grab a backpack off the floor and start heading upstairs after waving to them.

“Strike, She’s not used to you calling her honeybun. She seemed okay with honey before the bun. Just call her honey but there must be something this Blue was calling her… I can’t think of anything at the moment of what it could be…” Lucky has his game face on again as they both stand around thinking about their gameplan.

Well… if they couldn’t get back to where they were… There was a soulmate for them here and they both smirked at one another.

“There ya are pipsqueak.” Both Luck and Strike turn to see someone who was definitely a shorter version of Sweets… Had the most atrocious shorts with a parka… but red and black per the normal color pattern. Also the gold fang that stuck out like a sore thumb… So that could mean that their version of Swisher was here too if his brother was.

Lucky actually looked behind him in confusion and worry like there was someone else that he hadn’t seen. Strike noticed the skeleton rolls his eyelights.

“You, You dumbass.” As Lucky turns to glare and Strike straightens himself a little… ready for a fight.

Then all of a sudden the other skeleton starts laughing.

“What? am I in trouble? I shouldn’t be cursing is that it? I hope I don’t invoke big brother mode.” The skeleton continues to guffaw only when he notices that the two skeletons aren’t really reacting the way he was wanting… in fact they seemed deathly serious.

“Hey come on… didn’t mean it. Ya not seriously gonna go inta big brother mode because of that?” The skeleton that resembled Sweets starts to look them over concerned.

“What the actual fuck are you going on about?” Lucky is seething. Strike coughs to let his brother know he’s slipped character because of his anger once again.

Too late the damage has been done. 

The skeleton starts to eyeball them both a little more and starts to sweat.

“Who the…” He pauses in his question then in a blink disappears while yelling “Sans!”

“Well isn’t this a total shit fuck of a mess I put us in?” Lucky groans.

“Told ya ta watch yer anger bro… now all I can say is we gotta sell who we’re impersonating.” Strike sighs as both walk around and try to get familiar with things as quickly as possible.

Both of them find themselves wandering into the living room to be cornered by someone who looked like Black from their world. Only they almost had their jaws drop at his outfit. Bandanna with ragged looking black and red clothes that showed off his spine like a midriff. 

“YOU TWO KNOW WHY RED IS SHOUTING LIKE THAT? IT’S NOT LIKE HIM TO BE THAT OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD.” The new skeleton loudly hisses out.

Strike had to nudge Lucky as he saw his brother's eye sockets narrow in what was sure to be a retort. Shocking his brother to let out a “MWEH” as he suddenly remembers.

Strike was good on hunches and was definitely a walking talking lie detector… even though that doesn’t stop Lucky from lying all the time.

“Come on, Berry, don't be like that. Poor bro is traumatized enough as it is going through my laundry.” His hunch was right as he watched ‘Berry’ shudder in absolute disgust.

“INDEED. I’VE SEEN THE WAY YOU AND RUSS LAZE ABOUT… THAT ROOM OF YOURS MUST BE EQUALLY ATROCIOUS TO HIS.” Berry shakes his head.

“Where is everyone?” Strike grins as he knows this will get them names at least.

“FORGET ALREADY? SANS IS AT THE UNIVERSITY ALONG WITH PAPYRUS AND RUSS. YOU KNOW? DOING THEIR JOBS. EDGE IS AT HIS JOB AS WELL. AXE AND NOOK ARE IN THE GARDEN AND RED OF COURSE IS BEING AN IDIOT. DEAREST IS ATTENDING HER HOMEWORK.” Both skeletons flinch at the smile on Berry’s face when he mentions well… you… who else would it be that a skeleton like this would be so fond of?

Yet Strike and Lucky are grateful to the access of information that was just handed to them on a silver platter.

Lucky has been in thought while listening to the drivel of his newest rival. What would he call someone absolutely dear to him? Obviously it would be something similar to this Blue… would it be Starshine? He likes stars and the way they shimmer and shine… but even Strike seemed to be a little off with honeybun.

“YES! DOING HER BEST! S-ORANGE? AFTER ALL OF THAT YOU’RE SURE YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE THAT NEEDS TO GO IN THE WASH?” Lucky almost slipped but pulled through.

“I’m sure bro.” Strike says with a grin knowing where this would go.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU. LET US TAKE ANOTHER LOOK SHALL WE?” Lucky and Strike begin to make their way upstairs leaving Berry… without realizing that Berry is looking at the stairs they chose weren’t the stairs they often took to go to their rooms.

Shrugging it off. Blue might’ve wanted to pop in to see how you were doing.

As Lucky and Strike crest the landing both look at each other seriously. You were in one of these rooms so they couldn’t go barging in but all skeletons were accounted for either not being here, inside, or upstairs… save for Red.

He was another problem. If he knew where Sans was he probably took a shortcut there but possibly could be in one of the rooms himself.

Strike shrugged and Lucky sighed walking over to the first door and knocked.

“Yes?” You called out and Lucky swooned.

“JUST CHECKING IF YOU NEEDED ANY HELP!” He calls out and you laugh.

“I might need some help with math later okay?” You tell him through the door.

“THEN I SHALL BE BACK TO HELP YOU.” Lucky preens but Strike pulls him away before he can say anything else.

“Bro, you forget that math is a subject you don’t excel at unless it’s you figuring out how to do something successfully in your own head?” Strike urges his brother to stop while they are ahead. Lucky was only good at numbers from his perspective and not from a textbook.

“Of course and by successful, it is! And Doing…?” His grin is lecherous as he looks back at your door.

“I will be.” He licks his teeth and Strike sighs. 

“Bro, I feel the pull too but we need our head in the game, so we can win it before they find out we aren’t who they thought we are.” Strike pulls him to the next door and knocks.

No answer. Looking around they slowly open it to not make a sound. They see a room in squalor and Lucky nearly gags. Lucky might be a little lazy in the mornings but he likes things nice and tidy.

This must be Red's room from the shorts they see lying about and the red and black color scheme… the only thing that really just has them floored are the pin ups… Naked pin ups…

Lucky looks around and sees a magazine. As he picks up the magazine the centerfold unfolds to a nude woman in a very sensual position.

“L-Lucky put that down!” Strike is flushed with embarrassment as his brother looks awestruck.

“I feel jipped. Where was this stuff in our timeline!? The only things naughty I had were stuffy pin ups with people in their unmentionables but only some skin was shown… This. Shows. Everything.” Lucky wipes a little drool away instantly pinning your face onto what he’s seeing.

“Guys!? Are you in Red’s room!?” They both freeze and Lucky instantly chucks the evidence away from him by instinct.

Only for them to sigh in relief that you were calling out from the otherside of the wall. Yet strike sees Lucky quickly stuff something in his pocket.

“YES WE WERE DROPPING OFF A TURTLENECK SWEATER WE FOUND IN THE DRYER!” Lucky quickly lies at the drop of a hat. Something that was both a blessing and a curse for poor Strike.

“Ok, but you know he doesn’t like anyone being in there when he’s not!” You call out again. You were still pretty muffled due to the wall… which had them looking at one another in curiosity if you had heard anything they said.

Seeing as you didn’t seem weirded out or come over in a huff they speculated that it wasn’t something to be upset about. So they quickly left and shut the door loud enough behind them for you to know they had left.

They went over and gently knocked on the next door so that you couldn’t hear but any occupant would. No answer so they silently slipped in. It was a very nice simple room. Had some books arranged neatly on a few shelves and at least they could see the computer on the desk without piles of dirty dishes and… well they didn’t want to think about what all those kleenex wipes were doing there.

There was a picture on the desk and this one showed Red and a Tall skeleton resembling Swisher from where they were whisked away from. Strike narrowed down the names listed and since it seemed to go in pairs the way it was given. Russ was obviously Berry’s brother. Sans and Papyrus of course the originals… That left Axe, Nook, and Edge. Since Axe and Nook were working together they might be brothers so that left Edge.

“Edge right?” Lucky smirks as he also narrowed it down. Well this wasn’t either of their rooms so they went down another door. Gently knock only to be spooked by a loud voice.

“OH! IS SOMEONE THERE? I WILL JUST BE A MINUTE.” They listen closely, leaning towards the door. They heard water stop running and then the door was thrown open startling them to both jump back. Panic stricken as they see a lumbering disfigured Papyrus lean down quizzically eyeing them.

“Figures there’d be one of him too.” Lucky gripes under his breath and gets elbowed by Strike.

“I AM TERRIBLY SORRY FRIENDS… WERE YOU NOT WANTING TO USE THE RESTROOM? OR WERE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMEONE?” They were at a pause… this was either Axe or Nook and since they had nothing to go by, playing it off was going to be a difficult feat.

“SCAVENGER HUNT.” Lucky blurted out and Strike looked at him like he’s lost his mind.

“WE DIDN’T WANT TO INTRUDE ON ANYONE MWEH HEH HEH.” Lucky gets that big sweet adorable grin as he rubs the back of his skull.

“OOOH A SCAVENGER HUNT!? WHO ARE WE SCAVENGING!?” The tall lanky skeleton of nightmares looks positively joyous and ready to join.

“Ummm who?” Strike looks between the skeletons nervously.

“MEHH NO! NOT WHO BUT A WHAT!” Even Lucky seems at a loss as his shoulders droop.

“YOU HAVE ME PUZZLED BLUE… TO SCAVENGE IS A HUNT FOR FOOD.” Both Lucky and Strike look floored.

“Then why did you say who?” Strike chuckles nervously.

“OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I MADE A FUNNY. AXE AND PEACHES WOULD HAVE LAUGHED.” The one that is now known to be Nook poses dramatically and somehow his tattered cape like scarf blowing in wind that was not there.

Now the question was… who the hell was Peaches?

“MWEH! OF COURSE I GET IT NOW! VERY FUNNY NOOK!” Nook looks at Lucky weirdly but smiles.

“GOOD TO KNOW THAT MY DARK CANNIBAL JOKES AREN’T *Snicker* DRY.” He pauses and both skeletons seem to have no choice but to laugh while they are screaming internally.

“YES, WELL, NOOK PERHAPS YOU CAN HELP US?” Lucky quickly rebounds to change the subject. Lucky may have seen guts and glory in his line of work but the actual thought of eating someone was not something that sat with him lightly.

Nor for Strike who only sweats as Nook continues to chuckle and say “BONE DRY” under his breath.

“YOU SEE, ABSOLUTELY THE DARNDEST THING. WE ARE MISSING A SOCK. WE’VE BEEN HUNTING FOR IT BECAUSE ORANGE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HE COULD HAVE LEFT IT… BEST TO RETRIEVE IT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE STUMBLES UPON IT… LIKE Y/N.” He does the best bubbly impression he has but that doesn’t stop the tall skeleton looking down at him, with a knowing that something isn’t right.

“STARLIGHT.” Nook says bluntly at Lucky who falters.

“I BEG YOUR PARDON?” Lucky tries to keep his cool but even Strike knows when his brother is getting close to the ‘Fuck it’ stage and guns start blazing. Lucky was never really patient unless there was a type of goal that he really wanted to strive for.

“BLUE ARE YOU OKAY? YOU HARDLY EVER CALL PEACHES BY HER NAME ANYMORE. IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE I HEARD YOU SAY IT OTHER THAN STARLIGHT… YOU ALSO LAUGHED AT AXE’S TERRIBLE JOKES. ONLY I AND PEACHES… SOMETIMES EDGE AND RED FIND THEM AMUSING. EVEN RUSS AND YOU ORANGE ABHOR WHAT WE HAD DONE IN OUR TIMELINE AND CRINGE WHEN WE SAY THEM. SANS WON’T EVEN LET AXE TRY THEM IN HIS PRESENCE… PAPYRUS ACCEPTS US FOR WHO WE ARE BUT EVEN HE DOESN’T LIKE THAT KIND OF HUMOR. BERRY STRAIGHT UP FORBIDS US…. THAT IS UNLESS OF COURSE IT'S OVER SOMEONE WHO WAS MEAN TO PEACHES THEN HE FINDS IT HYSTERICAL AND ENCOURAGES IT… CAN NEVER REALLY TELL WITH HIM…” Nook goes off on a tangent… seems to be because he often does. Both skeletons just worriedly shoot glances at one another until he seems done.

“CONSIDER IT US BRANCHING OUT IN UNDERSTANDING FRIEND! MWEH HEH! NOW WE MUST FIND THAT SOCK!” Lucky puffs out his chest.

“OH YES! IT WOULD BE VERY EMBARRASSING FOR PEACHES TO FIND IT. HAVE YOU TRIED LOOKING IN YOUR ROOMS?” Nook questions and Lucky falters.

“WELL UM YES WE THOUGHT BUT PERHAPS YOU COULD HELP US? MORE EYES THE BETTER AT FINDING IT!” Lucky is trying to persuade Nook into helping them find at least Blue or Orange’s room.

Strike smirks. His bro is really good at handling things when he tries.

“NO THANKS.” Nook shrugs and walks off leaving Lucky and Strike to their stupor.

“Uh… Ok…” Strike looks at him quizzically and Nook pauses with a brow raised.

“LOOK, I’M NOT PAPYRUS… WELL TECHNICALLY I AM BUT I’M NOT JUST GOING TO RUN AROUND LOOKING FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S UNMENTIONABLES. THAT’S JUST… WELL UNSANITARY AND RUDE.” Nook scoffs at the other two and meanders off a ways… then turns and eyes them making them stiff.

“YOU TWO ARE ACTING VERY STRANGE. IT’S ALMOST AS IF YOU NEED ME TO FIND YOUR ROOMS ON THE OTHER SIDE DOWN THAT HALL.” He points and both skeletons waive their hands in defense.

“NO NO! OF COURSE NOT! IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY HELPING ORANGE GET THAT FILTHY LAUNDRY TOGETHER.” Lucky is quick on the draw to lie again.

“Yeah it’s been exhausting work waiting for the clothes to be finished… getting pressed…” Strike realizes he didn’t know what those machines were… he only knew dry cleaners… Lucky glares at him briefly.

“OH YES! PERMANENT PRESS! GOOD CYCLE! TAKES FOREVER BUT IT DOES GET EVERYTHING NICELY CRISP AND CLEAN.” Nook nods with a smile and then carries on down stairs.

Lucky and Strike both heave a sigh of relief they didn’t realize they were holding.

[mommymooze]

I thought something was cute. A story.

So the post after this was about romantic one liners. They looked cute. How many could I put in a single story. ELEVEN out of 15

Just as you are coming out of your room early on Sunday morning you run into Hilda. She looks bright and radiant of course. “Have I already told you how cute you look?” You smile.

Hilda grins back at you. “You are so adorbs!” she giggles.

You march on down to the dining hall to see what is going on. Claude doesn’t look quite awake as he manages to get one foot in front of the other as he moves towards the smell of delicious breakfast. He has the cutest sleepy grin on his face. “Being half-asleep is a very good look on you. That and your bedhead is always so cute. Mine looks like I’ve been scared half to death with it standing straight up on end.”

You encourage the leader of the Deer by rubbing his shoulders a bit as you push him into the dining hall. Once inside you spot Ferdinand waving at you, he’s saved a seat next to him. He even has your breakfast waiting.

“Good to see you. I picked up your breakfast so we wouldn’t be late for choir practice today.” The redhead smiles and the room seems to light up with the brightest shine.

“Not to sound cheesy, but your smile really lights up the room, Ferdinand!” You grin, looking down at the plate, you laugh. “You remembered my favorite food! How sweet!”

Ferdinand places his hand on his heart, “It would be ignoble of me to not pay attention to the favorites of my friends.” The ray of sunshine himself blesses us with another beaming smile.

You finish breakfast, taking back the dishes and head to the Cathedral. The choir director calls on Ferdinand to perform his solo for this week’s celebration.

He look a little nervous as he finishes and returns to his place beside you. While the director is distracted he asks, “Do you think it sounded okay?”

You beam a smile back at him. “Okay? It was amazing. I could listen to you all day. I love your voice. If you don’t have plans after the war, you should go into the opera or performing some musicals!”

Ferdinand blushes profusely, then the choir director calls attention to the next song to begin. Practice goes on for another half hour. Your breakfast has settled and now you need to get dressed for some training. You get to your room and swap for your workout clothes. Grabbing your bow you head to Bernadetta’s room. Knocking at the door you announce yourself. “Hey Bernie! It’s me! Ready to go?”

A frightened shaky voice answers. “I’m not feeling up to it. Just go without me.”

You frown for a second. “Bernie. Can we talk? May I come in?” You’ve been working with her for a few months, knocking down a few of her barriers. She has come to trust you a little.

“Oh. Okay I guess.” Bernie unlocks the door.

You stand at the door, counting slowly to three. You don’t want to burst in on her, you don’t want to scare her so you give her an extra second to gather her wits. You open the door as little as possible and slide inside, keeping your back to the wall there. “Hi.” You say quietly, smiling softly.

“Oh no! I’ve ruined your day and it’s all terrible. Bernie is so stupid!” She shakes and quivers on her hands and knees ten feet in front of you.

“Bernie, you know I did not say that. I am honest with you and I say what I mean. I only asked to talk. Do I look miserable? Of course not. I haven’t seen you in a few days. I’ve missed you so much and I was hoping to go practice some archery, just you and me. Is that okay?”

“Oh, is that all? I thought I did something wrong.” Bernie at least sits up, getting off of her hands, still on her knees.

You sit cross legged in front of the door so you are eye level with her. “I need to practice, and you have such an eagle eye. I want to learn from you because you are so good. Don’t you deny it either. You get perfect bullseyes so many more times than me and I would really appreciate it if you help me, okay?”

“I think you are pretty good with a bow.” Bernadetta is relaxing a little bit, sitting cross legged too.

“I have really improved since we started working together. You are a good teacher and patient with me. I want to return the favor. I know sometimes you are overly concerned, well, you can always talk to me, I will always be here for you. Okay?”

“S-sure.” Bernadetta agrees.

“Still not in the mood to practice today then?” You ask.

“No. I’ve had too much going on today. I think the rest of today will be an inside day.” Bernie mumbles drawing circles on her knee.

“Want me to stay and talk to you or would you just like to have quiet time? I’ll do whatever you like.” You are honest and want her to choose what she wants.

“I don’t feel like talking right now.” Bernie admits.

You nod. “I will watch at dinner, if there’s a good dessert you like, I will nab one for you. I can’t have my sweet friend and archery instructor feeling sad all day. Okay?”

Bernie’s face brightens a bit. “Deal. Maybe next time we can do some practice.”

You stand and open the door, briefly waving and smiling at your reclusive friend as you head back outside. Bow in hand you head to the Archery practice range. As you walk past the fishing pond you run into Sylvain.

“Hey gorgeous, how is your day going?” Sylvain winks as he approaches.

“It would be better if I had an instructor for some archery today.” You shrug.

“I was going to say something witty about lances, because that’s my specialty, but then I didn’t want you to feel creepy.” He grins and rubs the back of his neck.

“I can’t say you normally make me feel creepy, but that probably would. Hmmm. I cannot find the words to describe how I feel about you. Anyway, if you see anyone wanting to practice bow work, send them my way. And no, I’m not going to find anyone interested in your…” you wind up giggling at him and he just rolls his eyes.

After dinner and taking Bernadetta some cake, you make it to the Archery range. Nobody seems to be around here today. You grab a few quivers, hanging one from your back the other two off your legs. You do a few stretches and string your bow. You are hitting the targets, but nothing is close to the bullseye. You run out to retrieve your arrows to start another round.

Taking your stance, you nock an arrow. You’ve pulled back the string and are taking aim when you hear a noise behind you.

“Don’t let go. Stop a sec.” Claude says as he steps up behind you. He puts one finger at the end of each of your shoulders. “Your stance should be as wide as your shoulders at a minimum.” He checks your grip, your stance, your breathing. He explains a few other adjustments to you then tells you to take 5 shots, and don’t rush.

You shoot the five arrows as requested. Claude steps behind you and you can feel his fingers on each side of your neck. It almost feels like he is trying to lift you up by your head.

“You need to have a really good straight posture. Think of Ferdinand’s posture. His back is always straight. He sits as tall as he can in a chair. Sometimes I can see you are hunched over just a little bit. Back straight! Chin up!”

He comes around to stand in front of you, his finger curls under your chin to move it up just a hair. “Another thing I’ve noticed, you’re not taking enough time to aim. You can’t pull back, say that is it and let go. Give yourself a few seconds to really make sure you have your target identified, your stance perfect, back straight, you’re breathing properly.”

Claude stands behind you as you aim. He corrects things as he sees them. He nudges your feet wider apart. Just before you pull back the bow string he reaches around your neck and tilts your head back to level. You almost jumped out of your skin one time because his voice was right in your ear saying, “Breathe.”

After quite a while of working with Claude you actually feel much improved, almost like you kind of know what you are doing. You gather the arrows and bring them back one final time. You unstring your bow and place it against the wall.

Claude takes your bow hand in his, holding your hand and wrist, talking about proper wrist placement. He takes your other hand, pulling it back pretending to pull the bowstring back to release the arrow. He’s saying something about wrist placement, but his eyes are looking straight into yours. His face is so close you can count the eyelashes around his gorgeous green eyes.

“Claude,” you smile, “I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me…I give you permission to just do it.” Your hands slide down his forearms to his elbows and wind around his waist.

His finger is at your chin again, tilting it up way too high to aim for a target, but at a perfect angle to target with his lips as he kisses you softly. You sigh at the touch as you slowly open your eyes to gaze into his.

“One kiss is never enough.” You whisper as you chase after his lips for more.

All too soon the bells sound at the monastery and it is time to head back to their rooms. Grabbing your bow you turn to Claude.

“Thank you so much for all of the lessons. I feel much improved, amongst other things.” You grin.

“Happy to help.” Claude bows slightly. “Tonight was just perfect.” He says as he gently touches at the small of your back, leading you back towards the dorms.

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~Pivitol~

Summary: Pops leaves on his little trip and for the next 2 days it’s just you and Kai. He’s given you some important instructions that have less to do with cleaning and more to do with Chisaki himself. Meanwhile you get a feel for the house and the chores as well.

Chapter: 11

Warnings: None

You watched with a smile on your face as Kai fumbled around in the kitchen this morning. He seemed to be in a flurry while mumbling something about making you breakfast. This morning was going more smoothly than the night itself had went. The first time you spent the night with your boyfriend, you didn’t expect him to make a blanket pallet on the ground and resort to sleeping on it. This was especially true considering his aversion to germs. When you asked him about it this morning he had simply replied that he wanted to respect your space. You hadn’t told him how you really wanted him to join you. Maybe tonight you could do so? For now, you were busy trying to convince him that he didn’t have to push it so far. “Kai, are you sure you know how to cook? Y’know I can just have some cereal or we could even go out for breakfast! Hey these days, you can have it ordered and delivered too.” You laughed lightly as he dodged a falling box from the pantry. “I’m trying to be a good house guest and a good boyfriend as well you know. What good am I if I can’t offer homemade breakfast to my guest?” He spoke while reading instructions on the back of a box of pancakes. You sighed and gave up, standing to go find Pops while Kai struggled to make simple pancakes. 

While walking down the hallways you took note of the photos on the wall and the dust gathering in the corners of the glass and frame. Today when you took on the chores for the first time you’d make sure to come back with the duster for the pictures. “Good morning there my in-law!” Pops greeted you happily once you found your way to his room. Inside were two men you hadn’t met just one. One of them you recognized from the laundromat when you first met Chisaki. He was Nemoto. The other man you had never seen nor spoken to before. “Good morning Pops. Hello there uhhh...Pops friends?” You tilted your head and the old man chuckled. “My apologies y/n! This man to my right is Shin Nemoto, and the one on my left over here is Tengai Hekiji. I’ll be taking these boys with me on the trip because no one wants to travel alone at my age.” Pops joked with you. He zipped the bags and each man picked them up to carry it for him. “I’ve got some rundowns of things before I go, so please note them.” You nodded and eagerly listened to what he had to say, thinking it was going to be about home care when in all reality...

“So allow me to ask first of all if you don’t mind, how was the night with Chisaki?”

“Oh? Uh, it went fine I guess. If I can be honest with you Pops, I’m a little sad he didn’t want to sleep with me. He was spouting off about being respectful and then he ended up sleeping on the floor. I don’t know what to say. He’s touched my skin before, and I fell asleep on his shoulder a few times at my apartment when we’d watch TV together. I don’t understand why suddenly he’s opposed to touching me now.” You spilled your guts to your future father in law and the old man chuckled as he gently placed a hand on your head to pat it.

“Don’t let that boy fool you. He wants to touch you. You’re the only person he’s ever felt this way about before. You are the first girl/boy/person he has ever brought home to me. Do you have the idea of how bad he used to be before you came along? I know I told you about it already but it was rough. I suppose what I’m getting at is that he has feelings for you. My thoughts are that he probably was too shy to sleep in the same bed as you. Try giving him a little push tonight will you? And besides, here’s what I needed to tell you.” Pops continued and you listened intently while trying to ignore the warm thrum of your heart at hearing how much Kai cared for you. “The boy is shy whether he admits to it or not. I suppose what I’m really trying to say is that I need you help him come out of his shell. I’m not saying to rush things along but I AM saying that I really like you and already consider you family. Let’s see if maybe we can get him further on track with things and try breaking him from a bit of the germaphobia eh? If anyone can show him a relationship for the first time, I have full confidence it can be you. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes sir, absolutely.” You smile and he returns it with a sudden hug. “I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle someday.” You laugh nervously and pat his back. The old man was thinking a little far into the future but you can suppose it’s due to his desperation to see Chisaki be relatively normal for the first time in his life. In Pops opinion, seeing his boy hold hands is better than seeing him getting into street fights and selling drugs again. You were the silver lining and he was entrusting you to get a full wrangle on the situation once and for all. In other words: The old man really didn’t need to go on a trip at all. He simply used it as an excuse for you and Chisaki to get closer. You couldn’t complain though. By the time you were waving him away from your spot on the front porch, Kai emerged from the kitchen with a plate of burnt pancakes. “Let’s uh...let’s just have some cereal on the couch then.” He shyly rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment while you laughed. “So do you want to watch our show maybe?” He asked as you both took a seat on the couch. “Hmmm? Well to be honest with you we finished it recently. The new season doesn’t come out for a good couple of months. We can start something new if you want? You can even pick it out yourself!” He took a moment to pause and think it over. “To be honest with you, I’m not fully sure I’ve had just the time to watch many shows. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I work so often these days. My only true time of relaxing is when I’m with you after all. Here, let me see. If I read the descriptions then I might find something interesting enough.” He reached out and you handed him the remote. Surely enough he settled on some medical show. To be honest, it was a complete snooze fest yet you still watched it because spending time with him was more essential than the show itself. Once it ended, you were quick to get up and collect the dishes to wash. 

“Walk me through the chores, will you?” 

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[adorablele]

secret; l.dh

@ncttrashbag requested;  Can i request one imagine w haechan about you being an idol too and have a secret relationship?

❆ genre; we’re soft

❆ words; 1.7k+

❆ summary; you run away with donghyuck for a night

❆ a/n; only the stars and moon know your secrets ;) also can we talk about how the waves smacked him in the face

“you’re back early,” you commented, trying to lay as casually as you could on the couch.

yan, your leader, gave a small smile, “yeah, the shoot ended earlier than expected.”

she looked over to you, “wanna go grab something to eat?”

your stomach grumbled in agreement, “sure.”

she nodded, “I’ll go get changed.”

once she entered her room, you rushed towards yours. you gestured for donghyuck to hurry up and get out of here. as quietly as he could, he bolted to the door, barely putting on his shoes before yan called out to you.

“hey y/n.”

you shoved donghyuck out the door and mentally cursed him when you saw his hoodie lying on one of the chairs in the kitchen. you took the hoodie and hid it behind you, “yeah, what’s up?”

yan scrolled through her phone, “I heard there’s a new restaurant two blocks away, wanna eat there?”

you bit the inside of your cheek. donghyuck was supposed to take you there today. “sounds good.”

she looked at you for a second, “actually, I just remembered that I have something today.”

“uh, okay,” you frowned, watching as she finished putting on her shoes.

“just tell me about the restaurant after your date with your boyfriend,” she winked, “and tell him to pipe down on the cologne.”

“wow, you’re so cool!” he cheered, hands cupping his mouth.

you stared harder at yourself in the mirror.

donghyuck pointed excitedly at you, elbowing his non-existent friends, “woah!! Did you see that? y/n moves so smoothly.”

you furrowed your brows, concentrating on keeping a serious face.

“go y/n! go y/n! go, go, go!” donghyuck pumped his fist in the air, continuing to chant your name.

you paused the music and glared at him, “you’re so annoying.”

“what? I’m just being supportive,” he shrugged.

you rolled your eyes and bit back your smile, “you’re making it hard for me to concentrate.”

“was that you concentrating? it looked like you were constipated,” he frowned.

you threw your water bottle at him. he barely managed to dodge it, so you walked over to him and hit him like there’s no tomorrow.

“ow, hey! I’m just saying, you’re going to get wrinkles,” he grabbed onto your wrists, “and plus, you need a break.”

you sighed, “I just need some water.”

he shook his head, keeping his grip on you, “we didn’t visit that restaurant yet.”

he whisked you away from the dance studio and off into an alleyway.

“are you sure we’re in the right place?” you mumbled, inching closer to him.

he glanced at his phone and the surrounding area, “yeah, it looks about right.”

you guys turned the corner, stopping in front of a door with a blinking ‘open’ sign hanging on it. donghyuck smirked at you, “see, I told you.”

your manager cleared her throat, prompting donghyuck to move away from you and to hold the door open. Your manager went to go talk to the hostess and your bodyguard scanned the area while you and donghyuck stood quietly side-by-side.

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, “I tried to tell them.”

he smiled at you, “at least they let you go out with me.”

“I guess.”

your manager and bodyguard were seated a table away from you and donghyuck, allowing a little bit of privacy.

“what do you want to eat?”

you pursed your lips, eyes skimming over all the items. you could feel your mouth water at all the delicious items, but then you remembered, you’re not that hungry, or at least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“anything is fine,” you softly smiled, placing down the menu.

your boyfriend hummed, continuing to flip through the menu before calling over the waiter. 

“hyuck, that’s a lot of food,” you told him after the waiter walked away. 

he bumped your shoulder, “it’s okay, you haven’t eaten all day.”

you didn’t reply to him, instead, you placed your hands on your stomach. that apple you ate in the morning was enough to suffice.

“to be honest, I don’t think you need to lose weight,” he continued, “I think you’re fine the way you are. and I mean, if you really, really, truly want to lose weight, you could do extra exercises and healthier diets, but you shouldn’t starve yourself for the whole day. you’ve got to be healthy for your comeback.”

he offered you chopsticks, “and I don’t like it when you’re hangry.”

you rolled your eyes, “thanks.”

“it’s not fun to make you mad if you’re already grumpy,” he shrugged, imitating the furrow of your brows.

before you could respond, the waiter came around with all the dishes. you took the chopsticks from donghyuck and held back your smile. he joyously accepted the food, rearranging them on the table and clapping his hands when everything was set.

“don’t let this food go to waste,” he smiled, “I specifically asked your group members what you liked to eat.”

you tilted your head, “what?”

but he didn’t say anything, simply gathering up food on your plate.

“she’s going to kill me,” you chuckled, taking the last bite of your ice cream.

donghyuck laughed, “she’ll probably kill me too.”

you shook your head, remembering how he bumped into the waiter which caused food to spill all over your bodyguard. your manager was in the bathroom during that time and while your bodyguard was getting pestered by the restaurant staff, the two of you bolted out of there.

“hey, can you hold something for me?”

you turned to him, pausing your steps, “yeah, what is it?”

your eyes followed his hand that rummaged away in his pocket. he then smiled, pulling out his clenched fist. you hesitantly opened your hand.

“that’s way better,” he sighed, wrapping his fingers around yours.

“where are you taking me?”

donghyuck uncovered your eyes, “my favorite spot to visit when I’m alone.”

you stood near the edge of the cliff, awestruck by the ocean. the waves calmly flowed back and forth as the moon shimmered from above. the salty, cool breeze wafted through your hair and whispered in your ears.

“hyuck, it’s beautiful.”

“yeah,” he mumbled, looking at you.

you turned to him with an excited smile, “let’s go to the water.” you quickly tapped him before running off.

“did you just tag me?” he yelled after you, hot on your tail.

ankle deep in the water, you replied with a, “maybe.”

“you know we don’t have towels, right?” he warned, watching as you lightly kicked water his way.

“we don’t?” you gasped, splashing water onto him.

“I’m just saying,” he frowned, pushing some water towards you.

you kicked more water towards him as he got closer. with splashes getting bigger, you ran away to shore, hoping for some safety. it didn’t take him long to catch up to you and he carried you bridal style back to the water.

“no, please, hyuck!” you screamed clutching tightly onto him as he walked deeper and deeper into the water. he stopped once he was waist level, and you hid your face in the crook of his neck, eyes tightly closed as you waited to be dropped.

you opened one eye. “please don’t drop me.”

“hmmm,” he thought, pursing his lips.

“I’ll do anything,” you cried.

“anything?”

you didn’t like his tone. “maybe.”

“my arms are getting tired-”

“okay, okay!” you curled yourself closer to him, “what do you want?”

he smirked, “a kiss.”

you blinked. sure, you’ve wondered how soft his lips actually were and if they tasted sweeter than your ice cream, but acting upon it? you swallowed and looked into his eyes. they shimmered with the same curiosity, the same twinkle of anticipation, and you hoped that his heart beat with the same unsteady rhythm as yours.

here goes nothing.

you pecked his lips and he dropped you. not really the response you were expecting, nor hoping for.

donghyuck yelped, arms quickly hoisting you up. his red face glowed in the night as he bashfully smiled at you. you glared at him, stomping back to the cliff. he followed after you, calling your name. you ignored his repeated apologies as he took his jacket and wrapped it around you.

“please look at me.”

you continued to stare at the ocean. he shifted to sit in front of you. you turned your head. he sighed and cupped your face, gently turning your head towards him. even while you were facing him, you avoided his eyes. and, honestly, it wasn’t that hard, especially when his lips were very distracting.

“y/n,” he whispered.

you looked into his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he pouted.

“you’re so annoying, lee donghyuck.”

you then leaned in and connected your lips with his. your movements were slow and hesitant, but you didn’t want to pull away; not when his lips were softer than they looked, not when they were more sugary than any ice cream you’ve tasted; not when he pulled you closer towards him; and definitely not when his breaths ignited a fire within you.

you didn’t want to pull away and neither did he.

“why’re you calling me at the butt-crack of dawn?” grumbled yan, your group leader.

“can you pick me up?”

when you got in the car, she instantly started her scolding.

“do you know what time it is? 5:30 in the morning, and do you know what I could be doing instead of picking you up? sleeping! look at you! your clothes are damp, making my seats wet, and your hair is all tangled. not to mention that you slept, overnight, at a beach. a beach, y/n! there are so many people who could’ve seen you. you’re so lucky that I convinced our manager that you were home with us, she was about to call a manhunt on you. did you have to turn off your phone? couldn’t you at least tell her where you were or that you were okay?”

she pursed his lips after glancing over at your slumping figure, “at least tell me you guys used protection.”

you felt your face burn in a matter of seconds, “nothing of the sort happened!”

she laughed at your reaction, “but something did happen.”

you looked out the window at the rising sun, smiling to yourself, “something did happen.”

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67. “Speak for me again, and I’ll punch you in the throat.”  For Ell x John pwease 😌

skdjhfsdlf gosh i just!! hmmm!!! just love u to bits u always seem to know what my heart needs and i think that is honestly very delightful of u. send me a prompt + a pairing and i’ll write a warm-up blurb!

john/ell + “speak for me again and i’ll punch you in the throat”, set pre/no-cult AU, as a follow up to this blurb here. no warnings other than the insinuation john would like to pass on his genes, and also elliot’s mouth (lol).

words: 1.4k yes i am the mayor of clown town 

The afternoon was going as smoothly as could be expected. Scarlet was on her fifth drink—Vodka martini, dry, “no olives, please, John”—and where most of the time John would have thought that drinking would make someone as ostensibly obnoxious as Scarlet Honeysett more bearable, it, in fact, accomplished the opposite. Alcohol did not soften Scarlet, but somehow managed to make her more sharp.

Out of the frying pan, John thought dryly, setting the glass down in front of her.

“You know, you’re very good at mixing drinks,” Scarlet remarked. “Do you have practice? Bartended before?”

“No, I just enjoy a nice cocktail,” John replied lightly, clearing his throat as he sat back down, glancing back in the kitchen where Elliot was making herself a drink. Just moments ago, she’d dragged him in there for a nice, secret little moment—but like always with these kinds of affairs, her absence was quickly noticed, and they’d gotten drawn back out into the bustle. “Have you, Scarlet?”

“Oh, don’t be silly, I’d never,” she replied, laughing as though it were cute he’d thought that she might have. “You’ve just got the look of one, you know.” She lifted her glass to her lips, and then added, “A bartender. It must be the tattoos and the ear piercing. You hardly look like a lawyer.”

John stifled a sigh and fanned the shirt away from his chest, feigning as though it were the afternoon heat and not irritation that was drawing the breath out of him. He had just opened his mouth to divert the conversation—a thing he’d done several times that evening already, perhaps evidence enough of his skills as a lawyer—when Elliot returned, saying, “Mama, you’re being obnoxious.”

“I’m not,” Scarlet defended. “Come here, bunny. Did you cut your hair? You know I love it long.”

It was like this, always. No amount of sweet-talking would have brought Scarlet into the fold for him; she was as impervious to charm as she was apparently to alcohol poisoning, unfortunately, which meant she was living long and remaining a thorn in his side until her long-awaited passing.

She really liked Jacob. For whatever fucking reason. It only served to make John more determined to try and win her over, even when he felt like his attempts were fruitless.

As Elliot explained that no, she had not cut her hair, her mother just hadn’t seen it in a few months, he heard Scarlet say, “Oh, I expect I’ll have grandbabies at this table soon anyway, then I’ll be seeing you all the time. Don’t you think, Elliot?”

Oh? John thought, swallowing a mouthful of his drink. Scarlet wants grandkids, is that all?

“Oh,” Elliot said, blinking owlishly. “I—”

“Absolutely,” John said, without thinking, because there was no way he wasn’t taking an in with Scarlet when he saw one. It was an instant rush of dopamine to see Scarlet look at him with anything other than thinly-veiled contempt, let alone with pleasant surprise.

“We’re—” Elliot stopped and looked at him, as though he’d just sprouted a third arm. “We’ve only—it’s—we’re not in a rush—”

“But it would be fine,” John continued, “if we were. Planning, I mean.” His eyes darted from Elliot to Scarlet. “For kids.”

Joey said serenely, “John and Elliot have always been on the same page. Very like-minded individuals.”

“Well, Hudson, I don’t think that’s fair,” John defended plainly, “as we all know you’ve barely gotten to know me.”

“Don’t need to,” Joey replied, not having looked up from her plate once, “to know you’re not trying to get Elliot pregnant and you’re just pulling it out of your ass to get Scarlet to like you.”

“You wouldn’t know,” he snapped.

“So,” Scarlet said, feigning confusion, “you are planning to have children soon, then? Bunny?”

“We’re not!” Elliot exclaimed. She groaned, trying to gather herself before she continued hurriedly, “John and I haven’t bothered talking about children because we’re not in a hurry. We don’t have a plan. We’re not planning anything. Right? John?”

John busied himself with his food. He still felt the petulant little sting from Hudson’s words—he knew she didn’t like him—but with Scarlet looking at him, clearly leaving an opening for them to be in agreement about something, well. He’d be stupid not to take it, wouldn’t he?

“Of course, baby,” he replied casually, “but no reason in waiting, either.”

Scarlet looked pleased. An expression of understanding crossed Elliot’s face; and it wasn’t that she was pleased to know what he was doing—but that she understood he was trying to squirm his way into her mother’s good books, and that alone was enough to set her off.

She said, “Excuse me,” before abruptly pushing her chair out. John sighed.

“Elliot,” he started, reaching for her hand.

She yanked it out of his reach and said, under the sound of Joey chatting pleasantly with Scarlet about the older woman’s garden, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Her words were venomous. John was certain that Scarlet heard her, too—if the quick, furtive glance their way was any kind of indication—which only made them sting more,  like maybe her mother had wanted them to be at odds this whole time and he’d just done exactly that. And hearing Elliot say that kind of thing to him when she so frequently confided in him that she found his touch to be grounding, calming to her just made it all the worse.

John retracted his hand, reluctantly, and instead picked up his beverage from the table to take a big swallow. He let a minute or so pass, muddling his way through Joey’s pleasant conversation with Elliot’s mother and her own parents before he cleared his throat and said, “I’ll be right back.”

“I think that’s best,” Scarlet replied, and sipped her martini.

Inhaling through his nose, John made his way back into the house—this time, under less-fun pretenses; last time he’d been following Elliot to slide his hands up under her skirt, but now she’s—

“Are you fucking stupid?” Elliot demanded once he’d stepped foot inside the kitchen.

“Don’t be mad,” he tried, reaching for her, “I was just working the—”

“If you say working the room in reference to telling my mother we are planning on having children soon,” the blonde ground out, tugging her arms out of reach of his hands, “you’d better pick a god and start fucking praying, John Seed.”

“Okay! I’m sorry!” John exclaimed. “Your mom really hates me. I saw an opportunity to score some points, and I went for it. You missed the whole conversation earlier where she asked me if having tattoos means I go to hell, according to Joseph.”

Elliot stared at him. She was clearly still pissed off, arms crossed over her chest and a pretty, frustrated little blush rising in her cheeks. John lifted his hands, like he was afraid of spooking her (or maybe preparing to dodge a blow), before he said, “I’m sorry. I’ll go right out there and tell her in no uncertain terms will I be fucking a baby into you any time soon.”

“Good,” she snapped, letting his hands come to her face now. He cradled his palms against her cheeks, watching the little furrow of her brows, the way the blush under her cheeks made her freckles come to life.

“Unless you want me to,” John added, tucking some hair behind her ear, “because that’s pretty sexy, and we can do it right here in this kitchen, if you’d like.”

“Speak for me again, and I’ll punch you in the throat.”

“O-kay, message received loud and clear.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, chaste and innocent as can be. “So, no fucking in the kitchen?”

“John.”

“Okay, okay, just checking.” He could feel her smiling reluctantly against his mouth, and he said, “So you want me to go out there and make a big fool of myself in front of your mom, huh?”

Elliot sighed. “I know she’s—a lot. I know she’s not kind to you. But please,  please do not entertain this weird legacy fantasy that she has. You know she doesn’t even want me to take someone else’s last name? It’s fucking insane. Honeysett isn’t even her maiden name.”

John hummed in understanding, and then kissed her once, twice, three times. “For you, I will suffer the consequences of my actions,” he promised. “But for you and only you.” He saluted dutifully. “Into the fire.”

She watched him, mouth twisting in amusement as he wandered towards the patio’s sliding door again. “Godspeed, soldier.”

He heaved a sighed.

“It’s not much, but it’s honest work.”

[samwritesforyou]

one hundred times yes

fandom: free!

pairing: reigisa

description: nagisa decides to arrange a secret swimming anniversary party to his boyfriend rei, in the end surprising everyone who’s been invited. including rei.

genre: established relationship, fluff, humour

author’s note: not beta-read.... we die like men ig✌️

wordcount: 4.2k

“Good morning, Mako-chan!” said Nagisa cheerfully when he saw a video call window open and he witnessed a very sleepy Makoto rubbing his eyes and trying his best to wake up.

“H-hi?.. Why are you calling so early, Nagisa? It’s 7am..” Just woken up friend of his sounded very soft and a bit confused, trying to focus his gaze on the phone screen.

“It’s not early for college students who’s internship is gonna start soon!” He said right back proudly, without missing a beat, now tilting his phone a little bit to the side, so that Makoto could see another dear friend of his, which was currently struggling in the kitchen with his back towards both of them.

“I’m making moral support for Rei-chan to succeed in making breakfast for us, because as we all know I can’t really cook that well and all the takeouts are closed this early,” Nagisa visibly pouted in the camera, taking up almost the whole screen on the other end where Makoto just laughed sheepishly at his words and rubbed the back of his messy hair.

“How did you even get to Rei’s place at this hour?” he asked innocently, from time to time looking to the side for some reason.

“What do you mean how? We live together,” said Nagisa and blinked at the camera a few times with big doe eyes.

“Nagisa-kun, quit the talking and better help me! What’s written in the recipe?!” yelled Rei in distress, trying to flip something like a pancake on the pan but failing miserably.

“Live together?!” Makoto literally yelped in surprise and then there was some shuffling on his end of the audio and sheets behind him moved on its own, soon enough revealing sleepy Haru, right beside him.

“Well why are you surprised, Mako-chan, when you’re apparently living with Haru-chan, hmmm,” teased the blond guy, smirking into the screen.

“Nagisa!!” Rei continued his call for help.

“Oh, yeah! Mako-chan, please tell Rei here how to flip pancakes correctly?” Nagisa made a beeline towards the kitchen where his boyfriend was battling with different utensils, trying to make it work.

Makoto looked so confused at all the new info and was blushing like a tomato, so Haru took the phone from his hands, putting it close to his face so the boys saw only a bit of his eyes and mostly his forehead.

“First, make sure that the bottom of the batter is good to flip and it won’t crumble, lift it carefully with the spatula and once you can lift it all.. flip it,” said Haru in his monotone voice of giving instructions and Rei just nodded his head vigorously, feeling very enthusiastic by being taught by his senpai.

They all waited silently until he succeeds in flipping his first pancake and when he did it, Nagisa with a celebratory yell let go of the phone, so the call ended with an abrupt amalgamation of couple’s voices.

“Do you think they’re okay?” asked Makoto silently, putting the phone away and flopping back onto their bed.

“Certainly,” said Haru, following him and getting comfortable under the sheets.

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“Why do you think Mako-chan got so flustered about us seeing Haru-chan behind him?” muffled Nagisa with his mouth stuffed with pancakes from his boyfriend.

“I think Makoto-senpai is the only one from all of our friend group who didn’t really know about us living together and who also didn’t realise that him and Haruka-senpai living together is very obvious as well,” said Rei, putting food to his plate as well.

“Hrmmm,” mumbled blondie again, reaching for another piece immediately after finishing the first one, “by the way, these are really tasty, Rei-chan!” he smiled at him warmly, which made the addressed one blush.

“Thank you, Nagisa-kun.”

The shorter boy then chuckled and sprung to his feet only to plant a loud peck on his cheek.

“Don’t forget about the time, Rei-chan, we have to go soon!” he exclaimed, contradicting his own words by sitting down again and getting yet another bite.

“We?..” he said, hints of confusion in his voice.

“Owf wcouwse!!” Nagisa deadpanned, furrowing his brows and gulped the food down, “I’m going to walk you there, at least!”

And in the span of next twenty minutes the couple got ready to head out. Since Nagisa wasn’t an astounding cook, but he still wanted to prepare something yummy for his other half to have to snack on throughout the day, he handed him a box of bought cookies and crisps, followed by two medium sized bottles of water.

“Here we go!” they smiled at each other.

To get to Rei’s internship they had to take a bus and then another one, but everything went smoothly.

“Don’t cause any trouble, alright?” Nagisa said, chuckling to himself.

“I’m not a child!” Rei exclaimed flustered, but still ruffled his blond hair and then hurried into the building, looking back one more time, “see you later!”

“Have fun, Rei-chan!” once Nagisa was sure that his boyfriend was out of sight he took out his own phone, tapping away a familiar number and putting it to his ear.

After a few beeps he heard a lovely voice on the other end.

“Go-chan, I’m ready when you are!”

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“So if we really want to organise a secret swimming anniversary party for Rei, we need to get down to business and do some serious planning, Nagisa-kun!” Red haired girl exclaimed and rose from her chair, carried away with excitement.

Then she sat back down and smiled enthusiastically, nodding to her blonde friend.

“Okay-okay, I gotchu!” Nagisa started nodding too, catching her drift.

“We definitely need to make it big, like maybe have it in a restaurant or something, or maybe on a cruise ship, or maybe making it a whole week long trip around the world—“ little guy passionately flapped his arms around, trying to show the scale of it all but his friend quickly calmed him down, making him sit again.

“Hey, hey, Nagisa-kun, easy..” she laughed nervously and then sighed in relief when he just started wobbling from side to side on his seat like a penguin, looking at her with a big smile plastered on his face, waiting for the response.

She took a handful of noodles between her chopsticks, slurping on them.

“Look, the restaurant idea doesn’t sound that bad,” Go said with a mouthful, smiling at her friend.

“Okay, great,” Nagisa concluded the end of their serious meeting, because after that phrase they just continued eating delicious food in their favourite diner and later they crashed karaoke room, both coming out of there pretty in the mood, still singing even on the street.

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The following days Nagisa has been doing preparations, calls to restaurants, he phoned people in their friend circle and asked about their availability to be able to put together the best time when to book the place.

He was also thinking about the fact how he can show Rei his love once again through yet another action, because let’s face it, everyone will have a speech or something of that sort. So Nagisa desperately wanted to be different and surprise his boyfriend by doing something that nobody that evening will do.

And then it hit him.

Powerpoint presentation.

He shot a glance with his light eyes towards the living room where Rei was sitting crouched behind the desk, staring into the only computer their household owned, typing away.

He was deeply focused on his task so he didn’t even notice Nagisa’s intense stare in his direction, when he was frowning and putting a pencil to his mouth, thinking hard about his options.

I’ll have to visit someone who has a laptop, because if I try to do it at home, Rei-chan will definitely see it and then there will be no surprise, mused to himself the blond guy, already forming a flawless plan in his own restless mind.

So on another fine evening Nagisa took his backpack and said to Rei, already standing in the hallway, “I’ll visit Go, Rei-chan! She said she needs help with that one project she’s doing for school!”

He was expecting for his boyfriend to just hum an indecipherable “hm,” in his direction, but instead he hear a rustle from the chair and a quick progression of steps towards him.

Purple haired guy was standing there without saying a word, clearly nervous, clutching his fists and looking away.

After a while he gathered up some courage and looked in Nagisa’s beautiful pinkish eyes.

“Is there something wrong, Nagisa-kun?!” he almost yelled, probably from bottling up all his worries about this topic.

That took the other person in the room by surprise as his mouth hung open in a shape of an “o”.

“What? Rei-chan, what are you talking about?..” Nagisa’s tone was careful and soft, as he came closer to him and put his hand on his boyfriend’s triceps, squeezing it a little, making their eye contact more intimate.

“I just..” he was blushing now and his lower lip was shaking, “it just feels like this whole past week you’ve been weirdly busy with something and you don’t even want to tell me about what..” as soon as he said it, Rei hugged his partner tightly, closing his eyes shut really hard, trying not to cry.

The taller guy was always emotional about any mishaps in their relationship and was heavily emotionally involved in everything. Nagisa knew that and still didn’t realise that Rei would take this whole “secret celebration” this close to heart.

“Look, I’m working on something for *you*, okay?” he said with a warm smile as he pulled back, looking into his purple amethysts and then stood on his tiptoes to connect them with a passionate kiss.

“Alright, Rei-chan?” he asked, winking at him playfully, after he already went into the doorframe, still looking at him.

“Alright!” he beamed at his lover, now already glowing and waving him goodbye.

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“Good evening, Go-chan!” he said enthusiastically with a huge smile and once the door opened, his expression fell for a brief second, when the person who opened the door for him wasn’t the one who Nagisa expected.

“Rin-chan!!!” smaller guy’s exclamation was now even louder than before and he was ready to throw himself into his arms, only to collide with a closed door.

“Rin-chan!” he immediately started banging on the door, demanding to be let in.

“I didn’t invite you,” Rin mumbled under his breath and went away from the hallway, heading straight to the kitchen.

The banging and yelling outside continued.

“Rin? What are you doing, didn’t you want to go to sleep?” lower voice came from the other room and footsteps stopped in the middle of the kitchen open space, person clearly noticing the blasting at the entrance to the apartment.

“If we’re gonna have to handle that little angel at the doorstep then I’d better make myself coffee, Sosuke,” sighed Rin, brewing himself some beans by the counter, a light smile appearing on his face nevertheless.

“Oh?..” his friend arched his brow and then went towards the hallway, finally opening the door for poor Hazuki.

“So-chan!!” Nagisa wasn’t even surprised at the change of the characters on the other side anymore, jumping into strong guy’s chest.

“H-hey, Nagisa,” Sosuke got flustered a little, patting the smaller friend on the back.

Soon the blondie finally let go of Sosuke, looking around the apartment as if it was his own.

“Rin-chan, where is Go-chan?.. We were supposed to meet about.. me using her computer?” Nagisa smiles innocently, grinning wide.

“She’s in the shower, she’ll come out soon I think,” he said, finally turning around and sipping on his drink, looking clearly amused by the whole ordeal.

“Oooh, okay! Also, I didn’t know you’re living with So-chan together? At Go-chan’s place?” Nagisa sat by the dining table, making himself comfortable. He kept looking from one friend to another.

“Well..” Rin cleated his throat and looked at Sosuke for a brief moment, then turning his gaze back to Nagisa.

“Go wanted to live on her own, but couldn’t afford to achieve that, and we wanted with Sosuke to move in together in Tokyo together anyways, so we decided to help her out and for the time being we’re all roommates. It’s kinda fun, actually. She travels home on most weekends anyways,” he smiled, shrugging and going somewhere with the cup in his hand.

When he came back, he had thin laptop under his arm, setting it on the table in front of his friend.

“Here, bud. You can use mine for whatever.”

“Really?!” his light eyes were sparkling with excitement, “do you have powerpoint?” he asked shyly, biting his lower lip and smiling.

“Sure,” Rin started the computer up, opening the desired program and leaving the scene to Nagisa.

He immediately started working on his passion project while Rin and Sosuke were talking about something by the same table, creating the perfect atmosphere for the small guy to get inspired and focused.

Soon enough they all heard the water stop and doors to the bathroom creaking open, Go wrapped in the red towel coming out.

“Oh my god, Nagisa, hello! I’m sorry I completely lost track of time back there!” she laughed heartily and then sat behind the table as well.

“I see that my brother already lent you his laptop? Is that alright?” she looked at him, worried.

“Of course, Go, you two don’t go to sleep late, okay?” he then stood up and kissed her top of the head, wishing them both goodnight.

Sosuke got up right after him and they went to their separate rooms.

“Huh?” peeked Nagisa from the monitor screen, as their doors closed, “They don’t sleep in the same bed?” he asked as if it was the most unnatural thing ever.

“Why would they?” blinked at him Go in disbelief, holding her breath, “do you think they’re?..”

“Of course! Oh my god, Go-chan, you’re so silly sometimes!” Nagisa shook his head and then without another word continued editing.

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He ended up sleeping over at Go’s place, making their couch his sleeping space and main fort of action.

First thing in the morning he had a whole calling session, starting with Rei and apologising to him, ending it in almost singing him a serenade.

Then he had to dial Makoto (therefore Haru as well) and ask them for help, because everyone from Matsuoka household has already vanished somewhere.

Soon enough his two childhood friends were already ringing into the doorbell.

Nagisa got up and ran to open the door, hugging both of them as they arrived.

“I didn’t even know that Go lives with her brother now,” mused Makoto aloud, looking around the place just like Nagisa did yesterday.

“Not only! With So-chan as well!” he said, grinning at the pair, pointing at the kitchen.

“Guys, if you’re hungry, feel free to cook yourself something!” small guy said, sitting back by the laptop screen.

“But I need you to help me write this and that,” he started a waterfall of requests, making Makoto just widen his eyes, while Haru started understandingly nodding along.

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And a week later, everything was finally set in place. The date was set, day offs were earned, booking was made, presents created and speeches taught of.

As Rei and Nagisa arrived at the restaurant, the taller man slowly started to realise that he might’ve underdressed.

It did seem weird to him that his lover would take a pink suit to a “normal date”, as he described the event for Rei.

“Nagisa-kun..” he said carefully, as they were getting out of the car.

“Nu-uh!!!” He chirped excitedly, shaking his hair, blonde hair moving with him in motion, “No asking questions, Rei-chan!”

Rei just pursed his lips, following his boyfriend into the restaurant in his regular purple shirt and some denim skinny jeans.

When they came in, everything was already prepared. Nagisa led his partner towards the biggest table in the room, where already a dozen of their friends was waiting for the main guests.

“W-what is this?” Rei mumbled, eyes wide as he scanned every detail of the prepared corner.

There were balloons that formed a phrase “happy 5th anniversary of swimming!” and everyone who was waiting for the two of them were smiling in their direction, waving and greeting them.

“Hey, Rei, happy anniversary!” said Makoto, warmly smiling at him.

“Rei, this is so fun in here!” said Go, waving and jumping up and down in her seat.

“Wow, I..” said the man in question, turning his head slightly to Nagisa, “I didn’t expect something like this,” he laughed nervously and then Nagisa just shoved his boyfriend to the table, making Rei awkwardly greet everyone back with a smile.

Everyone was there. Makoto, Haruka, Go, Ikuya, Hiyori, Natsuya, Nitori, Sasabe, Miho, Momotaro and Nao.

Maybe only a few people were missing, but Rei was definitely overwhelmed with this whole event, just sitting down silently as the head of the enormously big table and it was buzzing with chatter.

After some time Nagisa settled on the seat next to his partner and everyone started to have some meals first, all of the present people talking to each other, happy and good energy being exchanged here and now.

Suddenly Rin and Sosuke appeared, making their way towards the party.

“Hey, hello!” said Rin loudly, announcing their entrance, waving everyone by one hand while in the other he had his laptop with something like a projector.

“Hey, Rin-chan! Why are you late?” genuinely asked Nagisa, looking at his friend questionably.

Rin scowled at the very memory of the reason why, putting his equipment on the ground.

“This whole time we were driving slowly like some.. turtles behind this slow ass blue car! We couldn’t get past it and it kept slowing us down until we finally made our way through and floored it, as a person is supposed to do on a highway,” concluded Rin and plopped himself on the seat next to them, crossing his hands on the chest.

Sosuke just shrugged and nodded, visibly agreeing with his flatmate.

Soon enough another two late comers made their way to the table, both waving enthusiastically at the group.

“Hello! Sorry we’re late,” said Kisumi and Asahi, with whom he came, took it away and started talking about it himself;

“We were just riding on a highway, then some crazy red car made it past us and with their speed they literally shook our little baby into the side, so Kisumi really had to do his best not to have a car accident!” he stated with furrowed brows, Kisumi just awkwardly laughing and rubbing the back of his neck.

Nagisa’s eyes met with Rin’s as they were listening to the story and then he just loudly hollered, making both of them sit down as well.

“Hahhaha what a terrific story, guys! Be careful next time!”

And with all the guests finally present, little blond guy finally stood up and ringed into his champagne glass with a knife, making everyone quiet down and give him their full attention.

“Hello everyone, again. I want to, kind of announce, why we gathered here today, because it was all a big surprise for Rei-chan and he didn’t know a thing until we arrived here ten minutes ago!” Nagisa smiled warmly and turned his gaze to his boyfriend, “This is a party to celebrate your 5th anniversary since you’ve joined our swimming club and learned how to swim for the first time after so many failed attempts,” he said sweetly, with the last sentence making Rei blush with embarrassment.

“So I would like everyone to give a toast every once in a while, complimenting my baby’s skills! Or whatever nice things you have to say! I’ll show a surprise that i prepared towards the end of the party,” concluded Nagisa and then received a round of applause with some laughs from their friends.

After Nagisa has sat down, Rei didn’t waste a second and captured him in a tight hug, smiling happily.

“Thank you for this, Nagisa-kun... I love you so much,” he said in their embrace, eyes closed.

“I love you too, Rei-chan,” blondie answered, a happy feeling of accomplishment and success of the party giving him an incredible serotonin boost.

The night was going smoothly and every single one of their friends have said beautiful or hilarious speeches, to lighten up the atmosphere, almost all of them making Rei’s purple eyes sting. He was just overwhelmed with emotion that night.

Towards the end main organiser stood up from his place and went over to the projector near the wall, turning it all.

The chatter was quieter now, some people needed to be at different places already, so the number of guests was smaller too.

He didn’t need to draw attention to himself, because everyone was already looking his way, but he was most interested in staring back into the amethysts of his partner, smiling warmly.

“Start already, Nagisa-kuuun,” moaned Go, hands extended on the table as she was plastered comfortably on her chair, back crouched.

That brought him back to the reality and he chuckled, finally interrupting their gazing game with Rei and started to push different buttons on the projector, to get the damn thing working.

Soon enough it lit up on the wall, showing a messy desktop with iwatobi-chan, running to the pool, all blurred, with different captions left and right.

Don’t ask.

He finally clicked on the powerpoint and started up his presentation, starting off very proudly and enthusiastically, showing off different pictures of Rei’s progress, making his boy embarrassingly cover his face and yell from time to time.

“And then we filmed this commercial and Haru-chan did an astounding job!” Nagisa said, excitedly jumping up and down and then got gently reminded by Makoto if it’s still the presentation about Rei.

“Oh, yes! Of course, next slide, please!” he demanded and clicked on the keyboard on arrow key himself, showing a photo set of pictures that could as well be sold to someone as professionally taken ones.

“This could go on a cover of the magazine,” Kisumi mused with a smile on his face, supporting his head with his palm under the chin.

“True, haha,” agreed and chuckled Asahi, gently slapping his companion on the back.

“Thank you,” only quietly said Rei, all red with color.

Then Nagisa included their races and tournaments, that made tear up even Rin and Makoto and Haru smiled very warmly, which was enough to show how much everyone cared about their collective history.

And when he got towards the last slide, showing just a collage of their pictures together, little blondie that was always so outgoing got a bit quiet, looking at the screen intensely, not willing to meet anyone’s eyes. Especially not his loved amethysts.

“And with this ending part I would just like to say that...” he was fidgeting with his hands, playing with the fingers, “generally, before I met all of you again in highschool, guys, my life has been kind of bleak, even when I didn’t show it..” smile stretched on his features, a little wobbly, “and especially after meeting Rei-chan.. he has opened my heart in a way I didn’t expect anyone to open,” he finally lifted his head and tears were flowing down his face, but a wide smile was there as well, and his dark rosey eyes were looking right into the purples, creating a wonderful explosion of colours and feelings inside of both of their chests.

“I am the happiest person by your side. You always—,” it was kind of hard to speak for him now, sobs escaping his throat every once in a while, “You always understand me and never judge me.. Rei-chan..”

Nagisa has suddenly after these words climbed on the mostly empty table meant for the projector and sat on his knees, now looking directly at his love.

Go was already crying too, Makoto was on the verge and others were kind of confused, but certainly intrigued, watching what was unfolding in front of them.

“Will you..” he fumbled with something from his pocket and took out a small violet box, opening it in front of Rei, “ Will you marry me?”

After he choked these words out he started crying even more and his boyfriend’s eyes widened with shock and then realisation, and he immediately stood up and rushed to him, scooping him up in his arms and starting kissing his cheeks and light hair.

“Nagisa-kun... one hundred times yes,” he almost couldn’t speak anymore either, his emotions getting the best of him and they just hugged and cried together.

It took everyone a few seconds to stomach everything what just happened and every single friend of theirs at once got their butts up and came to the happy couple, hugging them as well.

“What a nice date, isn’t it?” laughed weakly Nagisa, seeing everyone around him, still scooped in his boyfriend’s arms.

“Truly.. thank you,” said Rei, looking into his red eyes, what seemed to be like forever.

[buckysforeverprincess]

Can Our Love Survive Ch. 13

Bucky x Reader, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers

Words: 2236

Warnings: Being outed

A/N: So we got through the slow burn but things are still going. This chapter is told from Bucky’s POV and is kind of a filler but has a point and you’ll see why. Enjoy and happy Easter if you celebrate it!

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Waking up the next morning, Bucky was groggy, and his head hurt. It wasn’t exactly his head, more so his eye from the epic right hook you had given him yesterday afternoon. He was almost certain you could kick his ass and wouldn’t need Natasha or Steve to hand him ass if he ever hurt her and hurting her was non-existent on his things he’d like to do before he dies.

 The fact anyone would want to hurt her was beyond him and something he was still having a hard time processing. She was the sweetest, softest, most beautiful person with the most perfect soul he had ever met, and Rumlow and his cronies had taken and broken her, and Bucky wanted nothing more than to help put her back together and watch her shine bright for the world to see.

 First things first, he needed to get his ass up and ready for school. The sooner he made this happen the sooner he could see her and hopefully establish if they were going to be an actual couple. They didn’t have time to talk about it yesterday even though they did text a bit back and forth, the topic just never came up. However, he kinda wanted to have that discussion face to face and not via text message.

 It didn’t take him long to get himself together and out the door with a pep in his step and a smile on his face. Bucky felt good, better than good. He can’t remember the last time he felt this happy and carefree. Maybe that’s because it was an entirely new feeling for him, and he owed that all to her and if everyday felt like this when it was new, he can’t imagine what the future held and how his feelings would grow and blossom into the foundations for their lives.

 Bucky approached his locker and looked around at the people milling about. He was hoping to see her before classes started but he didn’t see you or Natasha anywhere. No worries. He was sure at some point your paths would cross, at least he hoped they would and when that happened maybe he could press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Yeah, he was already in deep and at the point of no return.

 The device in his pants buzzes, alerting him to a new text and he pulls it out and smiles when he sees who the message is from.

 My Heart: Morning! I just want to say hello before I went into class.

 Bucky grins and quickly types back, trying to make the most of the conversation in the short time they have.

 Bucky: Morning beautiful! Hope you have a wonderful day and I can’t wait to see you. I do have a question.

 My Heart: Sure, what’s up?

 Bucky inhales a deep breath and lets it out, his nerves building quickly, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

 Bucky: So, am I your boyfriend?

 He hits send and puts the phone back in his pocket, scared to see the reply when it comes through. He gathers the things he’ll need and slams the door, walking away and heading in the direction of his class. He makes it to his desk when he feels the phone vibrate, and he quickly pulls it out and stares at the response.

 My Heart: Do you want to be?

 Of course, he wants to be, was that really even a question.

 My Heart: But, yes. Wait, you are my boyfriend?! I didn’t read this right?!

 Bucky: YES!!! Please don’t panic! I just wanted to be sure.

 He could sense the impending worry in her message and quickly followed it up with some reassurance.

 My Heart: Thank god. Class is about to start, ttyl!

 Bucky: Bye!

Bucky smiled at the conversation. She was his officially his girlfriend. No, they couldn't go public yet, and everything would have to be done in secret, but it wouldn't be forever. Just until Steve and the rest of the gang forgave him for his past mistake. He'd have to start working on that right away.

It was lunchtime when he laid eyes on her, spotting her sitting with Steve and their friends. She glances over at him when he walked into the lunch room and gave a soft smile meant for his eyes only. Bucky blushes and smiles back but quickly turns away, trying not to gain any attention from the group of friends keeping a close watch on her.

 Bucky found an empty table that still had a view of his girlfriend and sat down with his lunch. He hated sitting alone and he wished he could be by her side; laughing and joking with everyone, holding her hand and maybe placing gentle kisses to her cheek, but it wasn’t meant to be. Man, he’d give anything to be over there right now.

“Hey man! What happened to your face? You mess with someone's sister?” Clint laughed, pointing to Bucky’s eye, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from him.

All Bucky could do was stare in shock, not expecting anyone from the friends circle to break rank and come keep him company. “Wait, what?” he finally responds once the shock and awe wore off.

 “Your eye. Did you mess with the wrong sister? Ya got a nice shiner,” Clint says a little slower for Bucky to understand.

“Unstoppable force, immovable object?” Bucky questions trying to change the topic and takes a bite of his sandwich.

 “Didn't take you for a Superman kinda guy.”

 Bucky does a little happy dance in his head. Sweet diversion, I love thee. “I'm not. D.C. doesn't hold my attention. I just remember the quote. Now Marvel… I could watch that all day,” Bucky says, and Clint nods his head in agreement.

 “A man after my own heart.”

 Bucky blushes at the remark. “Aww Clint, does that mean I'm forgiven, and we can date now?” He jokes with a grin.

 Clint smiles and bats his eyes. “Hell yeah, it does...and I was never mad. You're a good guy. Shit happens.”

Thank god. One less person to win over. First Nat, then Y/N, now Clint. He thinks things are starting to look up for him.

“So how long?” Clint asks, grabbing one of Bucky’s fries and shoving into his mouth.

 Bucky doesn't understand the question and stares back at the blond confused. “How long what?”

 Clint chuckles. “That's cute if you're gonna go with that.”

 Bucky still looks lost. He truly doesn't understand the context and Clint doesn’t want to elaborate. Bucky knows he’s not a carnival mind reader, but it’s clear he’s gonna have to be if this line of questioning keeps up.

 Clint appears frustrated and rolls his eyes. “How long have you two been dating?”  

Bucky’s eyes go wide in shock and his mouth goes agape. This was not what he expected and was totally caught off guard. They’ve only been together for a couple of hours and hasn't been a discussion about who can know of their change in relationship status, so how the fuck did Clint already know?

“Dating who? I'm not dating anyone!” Bucky lies as convincingly as possible. He hates to but it's his only way out.

 “Really? You're not dating Steve's sister? Because you two can’t keep your eyes off each other and look all madly in love. It’s obvious, really. Surprised I’m the only one that’s caught on, actually.” Clint smirks and steals another fry.

  “What?” Bucky’s eyes gravitate on instinct to her and he sees her look up at him and smile back with a blush, quickly looking away. “I can't look at her? You already know I think she's beautiful.” His attention is back on Clint, hoping to dispel Clint’s hypothesis.  

A lightbulb appears to go off and Clint perks up and stands from his chair. “Well... if you won't confirm it, maybe I'll go over and ask her in front of everyone, hmmm?” Clint grins and he knows he's won.

 “Fucking hell, Clint!!” Bucky raises his voice in a pleading manner. “Please, I’m begging you… don't.”

 Smirking, Clint sits back down and takes more fries from Bucky’s plate. “See how much better it is when you tell the truth?”

 Bucky sighs and pushes his plate of food over to Clint, his appetite gone now that his relationship has already been blown out of the water. “What gave it away?” He asks, needing to know what they’d done to make it obvious, so they don’t repeat the same mistakes again.

Clint leans in and looks him dead in the eye, eyes piercing deep into his soul. “That girl disappeared three days ago after slapping you and locked herself in her room. She reappears today after a secret mission to the Rogers house was carried out and she's happy and laughing and bubbly. I haven't seen her like this since before that pig fucker came into her life. Not a single one of us has been able to bring that out of her, so it has to be you. Besides you two can't stop eye fucking each other! You're begging for Steve to catch you.”

All he wanted was to see you smile, and now you are. Maybe everyone seeing you happy is the start of mending friendships. If Clint can see just how happy she is now, maybe the others will see it and when they find out Bucky is the cause of her happiness, they’ll be open to welcoming him back and they won’t have to hide their couple status. He just wants them to accept their relationship so she can be happy.

“I don't want to hide,” Bucky begins. “I want everyone to know we're together, but everyone is still pretty upset with me. And then there’s Steve. I know he’s still mad at me and won't be happy when he finds out and I’m almost positive he’ll use his big beefy body to kick the shit out of me when he finds out about us. I’m just a dead man walking, right now.”  

 “I might be able to help with that,” Clint says with a grin.

 “Oh?”

 “I may be able to persuade him to keep an open mind and maybe even forgive you,” Clint smirks and Bucky knows he’s hiding something.

 “I'm listening.”

 Clint shrugs and pops another fry into his mouth, slowly eating it, keeping Bucky in suspense. “Steve would never deny his boyfriend anything,” he says stone faced and matter of fact.

“You shut your whore mouth!!” Bucky exclaims from the bombshell that was just blatantly dropped drawing the attention of people around them.

 “Shhh Bucky!!! No one knows! Steve's still stuck deep in the closet.”

 “No fucking way! I spent all my time with Steve, there's no way!” Bucky says in disbelief.

 “Yeah, well we know how not to look obvious and are really good at hiding it. Just keep it quiet please. Steve’s not ready to come out yet.” Clint pleads, worry written on his face.

 Bucky nods in silent understanding and agreement. He'd keep his mouth shut. It wasn't his secret to tell and it’s hard telling how people would react to the Captain of the lacrosse team coming out as gay. Bucky would never out anyone and would happily keep this secret and be supportive when the time comes Steve is ready to let it be known.

And as if he knew someone was talking about him, Bucky sees Steve makes his way over to them and comes to a halt at the table, nervously shifting on his feet. “Hey Clint… Bucky,” Steve says, digging his hands in his pockets.

 Eyes shift around awkwardly between the three of them, no one making conversation, tension high from this unexpected turn of events.

 “Well, this is uncomfortable… Steve? Ready to go to class?” Clint asks standing up from the table.

 “Yeah, sure. Be right there?” Steve eyes meet Clint in a silent understanding. Clint nods and waves to Bucky before taking off, disappearing into a crowd of kids.

 Steve stands in front of Bucky and he can see the uncertainty of whatever brought him over. He's sure Steve's gonna yell at him or threaten him with a ‘stay away from my sister’ talk and is the reason he appears out of sorts right now.

 “I think we should talk.” Steve finally says after a long silence. “Not now… we gotta get to class. After school, maybe?”

 Bucky swallows hard, relieved to have the impending death talk delayed until later. “Yeah, I'd like that. After school’s good.”  

 “Ok. I'll-I’ll see ya later.” Steve quickly turns and leaves without wasting another awkward second.

 “Later,” Bucky replies already too late for Steve to hear, the taller boy making his way through the crowd and out the door.

Wow, Bucky thinks as he grabs his plate and heads over to the trash. This was not how he thought today was going to go. Today started out happy, finally gaining the attention and relationship he wanted, now he’s gotta worry about Steve and the ‘talk’ after school. Throw in a side bomb of Clint and Steve and this has got to be the most epically fucked up day of his young life. Oh, well. At least in this world full of crazy he blends right in.

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Sneak Peek of ‘It’s On!’ Chapter Two

Hey guys, as it is taking so much longer to finish the second chapter than I had expected, here is a little sneak peek to keep you all going! Sorry updates have been so slow. I had been hoping to get them out a lot quicker now I’m at home 24/7 but I’ve had some commissions on the crafting side of things, which is great, but has slowed things down a lot in terms of writing. 

Anyway, so you can get a taste of things to come, the warnings for this chapter will include: swearing, smoking, underage drinking, drinking in general and some slight sexual references *winking face*

Aesthetic by the wonderful @nottherightseason​ 

My Masterlist // Series Masterlist // Chapter One

Word count: 1,580

EDIT: Ok, so this is actually way more than just a ‘sneak peek’ lol but I felt bad about not posting in a while, so enjoy! Please let me know what you think!

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Over dinner, your mum keeps glancing at you across the table as you push your food around on the plate with your fork. You don’t feel very hungry. You’ve been trying to think of a way to bring up Heather’s plan without it sounding suspicious. What if she knows you’re lying?

“How was school?” your mum asks. 

“Hmmm?” You look up from your plate distractedly; pulled from your thoughts. 

She takes a long sip of her red wine, looking at you over the top of the glass. The almost empty bottle sits in front of her on the table.

You take a moment to process her question. “Yeah, fine,” you shrug. 

Oh yeah, it was great, you think sarcastically, letting your eyes fall back to your plate. You make a point of spearing a piece of cold broccoli and chewing deliberately slowly. 

“And how’s basketball going?” 

Someone’s talkative tonight…

“Yeah,” you say, not even bothering to look up, “great.” Where would you even start with that one? 

Well you see, Ma’, because the new boy’s captain is an inconsiderate jerk, we’re having to practice outside in the cold; as a result half the team now hates me and I’m pretty sure Ashley’s trying to overthrow me as captain. So yeah, it’s going great! 

“Have you got much homework to do over the weekend?” She asks, putting her glass down and picking her knife and fork up again to continue eating.

You pause with a forkful of pie halfway to your mouth. 

“Actually, yeah,” you say, taking the opportunity she has unknowingly presented you with. “We got given an English assignment. I was going to ask, would it be alright if I stay at Heather’s house tomorrow night?” 

Your mum glances up at you, like she’s about to say something, but you continue. 

“I know she’s in a different class, but we got the same assignment and we thought we could work on it together.”

She watches you carefully as she finishes her mouthful of food. Please buy it, please say yes. 

“Will her parents be there?” She finally asks.

You almost want to laugh, because you had been expecting her to ask that; but you quickly suppress the urge. 

“Yes.”

“Then that will be ok, yes.” Yes! “But Y/N,” she pauses, checking that you’re listening before she continues. Your stomach clenches nervously as your eyes meet hers.

“Make sure you each do an equal share of the work; don’t let her just copy you. You’re much brighter than she is; you know what I think, she’s always taken advantage of that, that Heather.” She’s picked the wine glass back up now and is pointing at you with the index finger of the hand holding it. 

You want to defend Heather and say that’s not true. You hear Mr. Kaminsky’s words from earlier in the day, repeating in your head, ‘I’ve noticed your grades are slipping.’ 

If only you knew, you think at your mum.

“Uhuh,” is all you say, shovelling the forkful of pie into your mouth to stop yourself from saying anything else. 

The pair of you sit in silence, finishing your dinner. 

I can’t believe I’m going to the party! you think excitedly to yourself. That was so much easier than I had expected! 

You have to remind yourself to chew slower, trying not to seem too eager to leave the table. You can’t wait to tell Heather. 

When you’re both done eating, you stand from the table and collect up your plates. You start washing up, your back turned to your mother as she remains seated at the table. You can feel her eyes watching you. 

“You know I’m proud of you darling, don’t you?” she says suddenly. Her voice is thick, speech slurring around the edges slightly. 

You turn around slowly. She’s cradling her empty wine glass in her hand, watching you with sad eyes. 

You wipe your wet hands on your top, meeting her gaze for just a second. But that second says it all. 

Are you, really? You can feel your eyebrow almost twitch upwards at the remark. 

“Are you done with your glass?” you ask, avoiding her eyes once more. She continues to look at you and you can feel the hurt protruding from her.

You reach for it, “I’ll wash it up if you are.” Give me the glass, you don’t need any more wine.

She seems to gather her composure, then she takes hold of the wine bottle, sniffing loudly. She tilts it to see what contents remain at the bottom then pours the rest into her glass and places the bottle back down on the table. She stands swiftly and retreats into the living room, without saying anything else. 

For a moment, you stand at the sink, staring at the empty bottle on the table. Then, with a sigh, you turn back round and finish washing up; your elation about the party, temporarily smothered. 

When you’re done, you grab the bottle off the kitchen table. You rinse it quickly under the tap then take it outside to the recycling. You stare down into the plastic tub, full of empty wine bottles, placing tonight’s on the top of the pile. Then you go back inside and call Heather from your bedroom to tell her the good news about the party.

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The following evening, you’re standing in front of the full length mirror in Heather’s room, trying to decide what to wear to the party. You’d brought a choice of outfits with you, stashed at the bottom of your overnight bag, covered carefully with your pyjamas and the English textbook you wouldn’t need. 

Heather sits cross-legged at the end of her bed, offering her opinions as you hold up each outfit in turn against yourself and show her in the mirror. 

“Which do you think Billy will like best?” you wonder out loud.

She considers you carefully for a moment, a big smile spreading across her face.

“What?” you ask, seeing the way she’s looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“I’ve never seen you act like this over a guy before,” she says. 

“So?” 

“Don’t get me wrong,” she starts quickly, “I’m thrilled. ‘Bout time we got you laid.”

“Oh my God, Heather!” you gasp in shock, reaching out to smack at her arm lightly. “I’m not planning on sleeping with him!”

She holds up her hands in front of her, laughing, “Hey, I’m not judging.” 

You bite your bottom lip, smiling gently as you continue to check out your current outfit choice, Heather’s words filling your head. You’d been thinking a lot about what Billy’s invitation meant- if that’s even what you could call it.

‘It’d be cool if you came.’

You notice that Heather is still smiling at you, but it’s softer around the edges, more thoughtful than before.

“What now?” you ask her, exasperated, but in a jokey way.

“Nothing,” she says, shrugging, “It’s just nice to see you happy.” Heather’s words fall upon you with more weight than you think she intended and you huff out a laugh to try and mask the sudden aching in your chest.

“You’ve been in a bad mood all week,” she adds. “I’ve only seen you smile when you’ve been talking about Billy.”

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her. “I guess it’s this shit with the boys’ basketball team still not being resolved. It’s just bothering me is all.” 

“What? But I thought you went and talked to the new captain this week?”

“I tried,” you explain, “I went to talk to him after practice on Thursday and they weren’t in there. Turns out he booked the space but they didn’t use it.”

“What? That’s so annoying!”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” you grumble.

“So what are you gonna do about it then? What if he tries to book it again next week?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, fiddling with the edge of the bed covers, “I don’t really want to think about it right now. I just want to have fun tonight,” you look at her pleadingly. “I could really do with just having some fun.”

Heather nods in agreement, then starts laughing like she’s suddenly thought of something amusing.

“Well, maybe Billy can help you with that!” she says suggestively. 

You can’t help the snort of laughter that escapes you. 

“Not what I meant, Heather! Ugh!” You roll your eyes at her and gently shove her shoulder so that she has to grab hold of the edge of the bed to avoid falling off it. You stand and turn back to the mirror to hold up one of the outfits in front of you again. “What about this one?” you ask. 

She composes herself and moves off the bed to stand next to you, looking you over in the mirror. She places her hands on your shoulders. 

“That’s it. That’s the one,” she smiles at you, leaning her head against yours. “Now, come on, hurry up or we’re gonna be late,” she let’s go of you and starts rushing around the room, gathering up her own outfit and then settling down at her desk to do her makeup. 

You check your chosen outfit one last time, then sit yourself on the floor in front of the mirror to start on your face too, bubbling with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

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A Simple Request

This is the piece I did for the Kitty Love zine​! It was so much fun to get to work on and the store is open with remnants so be sure to check out @kittylovezine for more information. A big thanks to everyone who worked on the zine and made it possible!

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“You don’t have to keep coming over here, you know.” Marinette laughed as she caught a slipping takeout box Chat Noir was trying to balance on a stack he was carrying as he entered her small apartment.

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to be on your feet,” he admonished, carefully setting his stack on her kitchen counter and turning to take the box she’d rescued. “To the couch, milady.”

She groaned and hobbled to the couch, the cast on her left leg thumping against the hardwood floor as she did. “I’m tired of the couch,” she whined.

“My poor princess,” he cooed with a smirking grin. “How awful it must be for you to have your very own Nurse Chat to take care of your every need.”

“What I need is to not be stuck in this dumb boot anymore,” she muttered, glaring darkly at her leg.

“Well, maybe next time you’ll think twice before attempting to carry twenty bolts of fabric down a stairway in heels.”

“No one could carry twenty bolts of fabric,” she sniffed. “It was five bolts of fabric and the heels were really short so they hardly count.”

“Still.”

“Yeah, yeah., Alya has already gone through my closet and told me what shoes are now deemed a hazard to my health.”

Chat Noir glanced around. “Is she not here tonight?” 

“She and Nino had a date.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.” Marinette felt her cheeks warm and tried to think of anything besides how cute her partner looked while he plated the dinner he’d brought over for her. In fact, Marinette hadn’t had to wonder what she was going to eat for dinner since she’d taken a tumble down the stairs and broke her foot in two places. Chat Noir insisted on stopping by each and every night with food fresh from her favorite restaurants. There were often extra surprises nestled in the bags he brought, like app store gift cards and new books to keep her entertained. He’d gotten her hooked on a few anime series that had started as mangas and she was eating them up. It gave her something to look forward to since between Tikki, Alya, and Adrien, she was hardly allowed to hobble around.

“It’s getting close to their anniversary, isn’t it?” he asked, bringing the plates over and setting them on the coffee table.

Marinette nodded. “Five years in a little less than two weeks.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Yeah.”

“Our anniversary is coming up soon too, Bugaboo,” he grinned, heading back to the kitchen for drinks.

She felt her throat go dry. “Our anniversary?”

“It was love at first sight, you know. You swung in and almost knocked me unconscious,” he sighed dramatically. “What more could a guy ask for?”

His words sent a thrill up her spine, but she schooled her expression to her usual response. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I think you mean purrfect.” He cast her a charming smile and lifted a bag of fresh cookies out of one of the boxes left on the counter. “What a shame. I brought these for a certain kwami but she doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.”

Tikki zipped into the living room with a hum and took the offered cookies. “I’m off duty,” she informed him, disappearing once more into Marinette’s bedroom.

“I think I’m getting on her nerves,” Marinette stage-whispered.

“She was walking around all day even though I told her she was going to do more damage!” Tikki called back.

“Princess!” Chat Noir put a hand to his chest in mock surprise as he joined her on the couch once more 

“Don’t ‘Princess’ me, Kitty. I’m bored,” she groaned. “Camilla insisted I work from home because she said seeing my cast made her feel— and I’m quoting here— ‘her finite mortality’ and she couldn’t work in that condition. I’m banned from my office; I’m not allowed to move around my own apartment.” She sighed and draped her hand over her forehead. “I’m a prisoner in my own home.”

“Yeah, that must be terrible,” he replied dryly. “You work too hard anyway. I think this is a much-needed break.”

She grumbled under her breath but gratefully picked up the plate of food he’d brought her. “Mmm, how’d you know I was in a spaghetti mood?”

“I’m just good like that,” he winked.

Chat Noir caught her up on his day as they ate, and Marinette caught him up on the current storyline she was reading in the latest book he’d brought the night before. The night was beginning to wind down in the same fashion it usually did, but Marinette wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. 

“Will you take me out?” she asked suddenly, cutting him off mid-sentence in his detailed summary of all the items she’d used to effectively make a homebound nest around the couch.

“Like on a date?” he blinked. “I’d love to.”

Marinette blushed furiously. “No! I mean, yes? Wait, hold on.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Um, I was more asking if you would run me around the city or something so I can get some fresh air?” She felt like her face was on fire and saw pink leaking out from under his own mask.

“Oh! Of course that’s what you meant,” he laughed a little too loudly, not meeting her eyes. “I don’t know. That might not be good for your foot.”

Embarrassed or not, she refused to lose this opportunity to get out. “It’ll be fine!” she assured him. “Please, Chaton. Please, please, please!” She stuck out her bottom lip and fluttered her eyelashes, watching his resolve crumble.

He groaned. “Marinette…”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” she beamed. “I know you’ll take care of me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Do you promise to tell me if your foot starts hurting even a little?” 

“I one-hundred percent promise!” She held up her hand.

“Hmmm.” 

“Are you really going to make me beg more?”

He grinned. “Would you?”

“Adrien Agreste!”

“Now I know it’s serious,” he laughed. “Okay, okay, but we have to be very careful.”

“You won’t drop me,” she winked. “I trust you.”

He let out another breathless laugh and stood, offering her his hand. “You might want to put on warmer clothes. I need to keep you safe from the common cold too, you know.” 

Marinette stood and hobbled to her room, returning moments later in comfy pants and a light jacket. “How do I look?”

“Perfect.”

She felt her blush returned and made her way to him as quickly as possible, keeping her face hidden. Chat Noir guided her to the tiny balcony off her living room and gathered her in his arms. “Ready for a night on the town with your favorite handsome cat, milady?”

Something had shifted between them since her request; Marinette could feel it in the air like crackling electricity. Her answer had weight. It meant more than the simple word she would use, and they both knew it.

“Yes,” she said with a soft smile as she snuggled against his chest.

Buy me a cherry coke?

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 9

Word Count: 4708

POV: Reader

Warning: Hmmm I may have not used a curse word, but I can’t be sure...haha!

Notes: Sorry this took so long to post. I was hoping to get more writing done this weekend, but it didn’t happen. Then the internet was down most of today because of a storm. At any rate, here’s part 9, the one where you tell your parents. Enjoy!

The trip down to your parent’s was completely uneventful; Tyler and you chatted about nothing of consequence for most of the ride. A sense of déjà vu hit you, this was your little ritual at times with Tyler; chatting essentially about nothing when he was on the road until he would have to get ready for the game. It was fairly easy to fall back into old habits with him; though you prayed some habits would be broken.

 Turning onto the street where you grew up, your stomach got queasy; however it had nothing to do with the baby. An overwhelming sense of dread hit you that you were finally going to have to tell your parents everything that had happened in the last few weeks; well, not everything, some things were better left unsaid. They could be demanding at times, more so your mom than your dad. It seemed as though she always sought perfection in each of her children; that she couldn’t see that your imperfections were what made you unique, was a struggle in your relationship. You were sure that she’d see your reconnection with Tyler as one of the biggest mistakes of your life; praying, you hoped she wouldn’t see the baby that way as well.

 Pulling into the drive you took a deep breath and gathered your courage. Grabbing your bag, striding through the front door, you said, “Hello, it’s your favorite daughter.” Technically you were their only daughter; so by default you were their favorite. Rushing from the kitchen, they came out to greet with hugs.

“You made great time,” this from your dad as he led the way back to the kitchen. “We’ve got your favorites in the oven for dinner.”

 “It smells delicious.”

 Busying herself cleaning up dishes that were dirty from food prep, your mom added, “You’re looking more yourself this time. Things must be going well with Robert.”

 Leave it to mom, to just get right down to the nitty gritty; if she only knew the real Robert. “We’re not seeing each other anymore.”

 “Really? I thought he was so nice, and from such a good family. Didn’t you two go out last weekend?”

 Questions never ended with her, and it seemed as though she remembered every insignificant detail that you’d ever told. “It just wasn’t meant to be mom.”

 “Can’t you see she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

 “Thanks dad. So how have things been here? The big bad world of investment banking treating you well dad?” He always thought daddy’s little girl could do no wrong; hopefully he’d still be thinking that in a few hours.

 “Works been great. We just won another trip.”

 “Excellent, where are you off to now?��� The investment banking business had been good to your family; affording them many luxuries in life. A nice home, financial stability and adventurous vacations were just some of the benefits your family had received from your dad’s hard work.

 “Your father is in his glory with this trip, they’re sending us on an Alaskan cruise.”

 “Oh wow, that sounds amazing. Are you going to go fishing up there?” It was one of the interest both he and Tyler shared; they would spend endless hours chatting about what flies and lures to use. It all seemed a little mundane to you.

 “I’m hoping to. There’s a couple guys on the trip that want to take a float plane in and do some fly fishing.”

 “Oh, Ty….” Shit you were almost going to say Tyler would love that but quickly you caught yourself. Coughing hoping to cover up the slip; you went and grabbed a water out of the fridge. “Sorry, throat’s a little dry from the drive, but that sounds amazing.” The timer went off on the stove; you were literally saved by the bell from having to answer anything more.

 Dinner went well, you caught them up on what was going on with work, and things that were happening with your friends; that you kept leaving out the most important information, wasn’t by accident. There was never going to be a right time. So as you loaded the last of the plates into the dishwasher; you decided there was no time like the present. Sitting back down at the table, feeling your heart beat fast, you started. “So, I’ve kind of have some big news to tell you.” Preparing both you and them; you paused briefly. “It’s kind of complicated…and well….I didn’t expect it at all.” Ugh you were no good at this, maybe you should start again. “Anyhow, I ran into Tyler; and we’ve been talking. We’re getting back together.”

 “OH (Y/N), you’ve got to be kidding me.” There was disapproval dripping from your mother’s voice. “After everything that he did, how can you even contemplate taking him back.” Your dad remained silent.

 “Well there’s actually more.”  It was kind of like ripping off a bandage, you were either the type of person to take it off nice and slow, or one that ripped it off all at once; all at once was your choice at the moment. “So I’m pregnant, and before you ask its Tyler’s. And yes, it’s part of the reason we are getting back together, but it’s not the whole reason. I love him. I never stopped loving him and I just want the best for all of us. And he’s really trying, I think this time things will be different.”

 “Don’t you know once a cheater, always a cheater?” Your mother would focus on that as the most important part of anything you’d just said.

 “People can change mom. Is that how you feel about Sean? Because I believe he was the one who cheated on Kristen. Are you saying that he’ll do it on Jessica as well?” It wasn’t right throwing your brother under the bus when he wasn’t even here to defend himself; however, his first marriage had ended because he’d cheated on his ex-wife. That it was with his current wife shouldn’t matter.

 “You know that’s different.”

 “Is it? I don’t think so mom. It’s only different because Sean is your son. But look he’s been married to Jessica now for five years and things are great with them. I don’t think he’d ever cheat on her. But even if he did, if they love each other can’t they both find a way to work through it.”

 “She does have a point.” This from your dad as he watched the exchange between you too. “But I think you’re missing the point here dear. Our daughter just told us she’s having a baby.” He grabbed your hand then and gave it a gentle squeeze; tears started to well in your eyes. Inhaling deeply you closed your eyes willing them not to slip out; the last thing you needed to show your parents now was weakness.

 “You’re making a horrible mistake.”

 It was all you let your mother say, “My child is not a mistake mother. I will never look at him or her like that. I love Tyler and I love our baby. So please do not say that again.”

 “I meant you taking Tyler back is a mistake, not the…” She waved her hands motioning to your belly, as if the word baby had too many syllables in it and she couldn’t get them out. You knew this wouldn’t be easy, but you didn’t expect her to be so negative about your pregnancy.

 Growing up you’d constantly butted heads with your mother; in the last few years you’d thought that rift had mended. Though right now it was as if foreshocks were coming across a fault line; preparing you for an earthquake bigger than any that had happened before. “It’s a baby mom, you can say the word.”

 “Yes I know what it is. I just don’t feel that you are going about this the right way.”

 “And what’s the right way? Don’t you think I would’ve loved to have been married before I was pregnant? Because I would, but sometimes things don’t go the way we envision it.” A tear slid down your cheek, angrily you wiped it away; hating the way you always cried even when you were frustrated.

 “Is this why you broke up with Robert?”

 That was it, you snapped. “Fuck, Robert mom. He’s nothing but a self-absorbed child that forces himself on people when he doesn’t get what he wants. He has absolutely nothing to do with this. This is about my baby, the one I’m having with Tyler. If you can’t get that through your head, then that’s your problem.” Shoving yourself out of the chair you stood up, anger emanating off of you. “I knew this would be hard for you, but you’ve either got to learn to accept that Tyler is in my life or I don’t need to be in yours. Do you understand me?” Silence ensued, neither one of your parents saying a word. Shaking from the encounter; this was the first time you’d been this forceful with your parents. “I need some air.” Grabbing your purse, you headed out the door straight to your car.

 Pulling out of the driveway, you tried to calm your nerves. In your teenage years, after certain rows with your mom; you’d often just go for a drive. Coming back things always looked clearer; you weren’t so sure this time. Aimlessly you drove around, no real destination in mind; until you found yourself parked in front of your brother Matt’s home. Matt was always the voice of reason growing up; he’d put out more fires between you and your mom than you could recall. You’d often joke that he was her favorite; even though he was the middle child. His front door opened, long strides had him standing by your car in no time.

 “Hey brat, are you going to sit in the car all night or are you coming in?”

 “Are my favorite kiddos in the world here?” Matt had two little ones, a girl and a boy, Rylynn and Reese; they were by far one of the best reasons for coming home.

 “Nah, Melissa took them to get ice cream. She thought maybe we’d need some time to talk.” Giving him a quizzical side eye; he answered you before you could even give voice to your thoughts. “Dad text me, and said you and mom had it out.”

 “Did he say anything else?”

 “Nope, I was hoping you’d fill me in.” Getting out of the car, you followed him into the house. Strewn across the floor were dozen of toys, but instead of looking unkempt; it looked homey and inviting. Your mind conjured a time when your home with Tyler would look the same, only with three dogs milling around as well.

 Sitting at the kitchen island, you sighed heavily. “Where do I start?”

 “How about the beginning?”

 “Well….Tyler and I are back together.” Matt, god bless him, didn’t say anything; just raised his eyes slightly. “I know. We’re working things out. Not gonna lie, I don’t trust him one hundred percent, yet. That’s going to take time, but I love him Matt. I’ve always loved him.”

 When you didn’t say anything more, he added, “So mom’s pissed about that huh?”

 “Wait…there’s more.” Eyebrows going up further this time, “I’m pregnant.”

 “Oh…wow…ok.” He took a moment, regathering himself. “Congratulations little sis. You’re going to be a great mom.” The dam let loose, a flood of tears just coming out of your eyes; Matt came over grabbing you in a hug, as you sobbed. This is what you needed, that one person that believed in you; had faith that you were making the right decision.

 Getting your emotions under control, you pulled back; looking up at your brother, you hiccupped out a “Thank you.” Why couldn’t your parents be like this; well correction really your mom. Your dad really didn’t get a chance to voice his opinion.

 “Look sis, I’m gonna give it to you straight ok?” If there was one thing about your brother, it was that he never pulled any punches; but sometimes it was better to just take your medicine without sugar coating it. “Mom’s always been tougher on you. I have a few guesses as to why, but that’s for another conversation. Essentially, she only wants the best for you, for all of us really. I don’t think you know how hard it was for her to watch you go through the shit you went through with Tyler. Look at it from her point of view once; you’re going to be a mom now. What if your baby is a little girl and her boyfriend cheated on her; now take it one step further and watch her go through it in a public scandal. How would you feel?” He paused letting his words sink into your brain. “I know how I’d feel if it was Rylynn. It would be really hard to hear that she’s getting back together with him; and having his baby. You need to give her time; she’ll come around.”

 Why did your brother always have to make so much sense; he seemed to have a way of putting things so that you could see it from your mother’s side. You’d only known you were pregnant for four weeks now, and you already loved your child so much, that you would do anything for him or her; now multiply that love by twenty some years. Going through your own heart ache is one thing; watching someone you love go through it, and not be able to help, that pain would be gut wrenching. “I see your point. Maybe I’m being a tad unreasonable. It’s just…”

 Cutting you off, before you could say anything more; “I know you love him, and you’re right; mom can be irrational about these things. Ultimately, it’s your life (Y/N), and she has to let you live it; and she will. But like all of us, she’s going to be leery of him for a while. I’m telling you right now, if he does something stupid again; I’ll beat the fucking shit out of him.”

 Smiling at that, you knew your brother would defend you within an inch of his own life. Truth was he could whip Tyler’s ass with one had tied behind his back. Matt had been a state champion wrestler in high school, as well as running back for the football team; he’d maintained that physical robustness even years after graduating. While he’d never been one to go looking for a fight; he could hold his own with some of the best.  “I’m banking on you not having to go that far, but thanks for the offer. Thanks for everything, you always know just what to say.”

 “I’ve got your back sis, not matter what; even if it comes down between you and mom on this one. Which it won’t. Now please tell me how all this went down, to my knowledge you haven’t seen Tyler, for what three months?” When you nodded your head, he continued. “So, you’re what thirteen or fourteen weeks pregnant? Have you known that long and seriously not said something to your favorite brother?”

 Spending the next thirty minutes, you filled Matt in on everything that went down. That was until four little feet came running through the door; both yelling for your attention, which you happily gave them. At ages three and five they were full of energy but also full of love. The three of you played with all the toys in the family room for the next hour; while Matt, you assumed, filled Melissa in on everything. Helping Melissa with their bath time ritual, you thought about bathing your own little one soon. The three of you then snuggled into the couch and watched the Stars play for a bit before bedtime. In no time the two of them were asleep; you always had that light tickle touch and would rub their little backs, putting them right to sleep. Matt carried them upstairs as you finished watching the game; the Stars falling to the Blues. Tyler had played well but you knew he’d beat himself up about the loss.

 Matt came back downstairs then, “I put the kids in Reese’s room, so you can have Rylynn’s bed. I also took the liberty of texting dad and telling him you’ll be back over in the morning.” He really was the sweetest brother in the whole world.

 “Thanks, but all my stuff is at their house.”

 “It’s one night, you can just borrow something of mine to sleep in.” This from Melissa as she was picking up the stray toys on the floor; getting up you helped her. “So now that the kiddos are asleep, tell me how you’re feeling? Is the nausea gone? Because it seemed like mine lasted the whole pregnancy.”

 “I’ve been pretty good lately. The PA we saw this week, wants me to gain more weight, which I’m trying.”

 “Oh, don’t worry about that. It seemed like I ballooned out and wasn’t even trying. It’ll happen. Are you going to find out if you’re having a boy or a girl?”

 “Well as you know we (Y/LN)’s like surprises in life. So nope, we aren’t finding out.”

 “See I told you Melissa, you can’t ruin the only one true surprise of life.”

 “Ugh…I really wanted to know, and this one right here wasn’t having any of it. I think I heard that no true surprise in life thing, until I was going to puke; which sometimes I did.” Laughing she went over to Matt. “But honestly it was the best moment, when the doctor’s like you have a little boy or girl, since we got both.” Matt and Melissa were amazing parents; you could only hope you and Tyler would be just as good. “Come up and I’ll give you some clothes to sleep in and stuff. I’m sure you’re exhausted from the day.”

 “Yeah I kind of am, but I’m trying to stay awake to talk to Tyler for a bit.”

 Walking into Matt and Melissa’s bedroom, she asked, “So how is that going? Are you happy?”

 “I am and I think Tyler has really changed. I know he loves me and the baby. I think we can make this work. I just hope that eventually everyone will accept him again.” Even after your conversation with Matt, you still had doubts in the back of your head about your mom coming to grips with the whole situation.

 “Everything will be fine, you’ll see. Especially after that little one is born. You know, you can call me with any questions about being pregnant or babies. I know I asked my sister a ton of questions when I was pregnant.”

 You���re brother had the best wife ever; Melissa was sweet, kind and an excellent mom. “Thanks, I’m sure I’ll be taking you up on that.” Handing you some pajamas, you made your way to the bathroom to change; then said a quick good night to Matt and Melissa. Putting your phone on vibrate, you laid in bed waiting for Tyler to call. The walls were covered in a light shade of pink; Disney princesses scattered here and there. It was perfect for a little girl; and had you dreaming of what you wanted to do your baby’s room in.

 The phone buzzed then, “Hey you, sorry about the game, thought you guys were going to pull it out there in the end.”

 “Yeah, it wasn’t one of our best, that’s for sure.” Tyler’s voice carried a hint of disappointment; that seemed to melt away with his next comment. “How are my babies doing?”

 “We’re good. Just fighting off sleep so I can talk to you.”

 “So how’d it go today with telling your parents?”

 “You don’t want to know. Let’s just say, I’m staying at Matt’s tonight.”

 “That bad huh?”

 Your mind drifted back to your argument with your mom; you debated on how much to tell Tyler. “Well there was no congratulations going around that was for sure. I didn’t think it would be easy, but I didn’t expect it this bad either. Though Matt has been a god send. I’m going to go over tomorrow, with a new perspective; and hopefully things will be better.”

 “Look (Y/N), I know I’ve got a lot of repair work to do with your family; probably more than I do with you. But I’m going to show them, that they couldn’t ask for a better man for their daughter and sister, than me. They’ll come around in time I’m sure.”

 “I know you’ll do everything you can Ty, but you’re right it will take a little time. But we’ve got that.” Hopefully you could mend some of the rift tomorrow; which would help shave off some of that time.

 “Have you been eating?”

 Ever your personal trainer in baby weight gain, Tyler would ask that question. “Of course I did. Plus the kids brought me ice cream.”

 “How are those two munchkins?”

 “They’re great. They were excited to see you play. Reese even wore his Stars pajamas to bed tonight. I know they’re excited to see you.” Their sweet innocence had protected them against all the negative criticism directed towards their Uncle Ty, as they referred to him; they still loved and missed him being around.

 “Awww that’s sweet, I can’t wait to see them.” He yawned, which in turned made you do the same; both of you exhausted from the day. “You know I could talk to you all night, but I should probably let you get some sleep.”

 “Yeah, I think we’re both pretty tired. Call me tomorrow when you land?”

 “Of course babe. Get some rest and good luck tomorrow. I love you.”

 “I love you too. Sleep well.”

 With that you hung up the phone and drifted off into a dreamless sleep; not waking up until streams of light came streaking through the window. Rolling over checking your phone for the time, you found that it was just shy of eight. Willing yourself to have a positive attitude for the day; you got up. Voices floated upstairs; you knew the kids were up. It was one in particular that caught your attention; distinctly you recognized the laugh as your mom’s. Well there was no time like the present; so, you glided down the stairs making your presence known.

 “Morning,” you greeted the group.

 Two little forms came hurling at you, “Aunt (Y/N) you’re awake, yay!!” Embracing them in a big group hug, you kissed them both on the head; drawing strength from their exuberance.

 Slowly you made your way over to your mom, who remained at the kitchen table as you drew near. “Alright kiddos, time to get ready for school.” Melissa ushered the kids upstairs quickly, giving you some privacy; Matt trailing after her, mouthing the words, good luck.

 Deciding to break the ice first, you said, “Hi mom.” Awkwardly you sat down next to her. “Look I’m really….” She halted anything else you were going to say by putting her hand up.

 “Please don’t say anything else. Look I thought a lot about our conversation yesterday, and I’m sorry. I didn’t handle myself or the situation very well.” Blinking, had your mother actually apologized; it had to be the first time that ever happened. “You’re a grown woman now, and I sometimes forget that; because you’re always going to be my baby girl. I just love you so much and only want the best for you and if that includes Tyler; then I am one hundred percent behind you.” There were tears welling in both of your eyes. “I just can’t believe my baby is going to have a baby. I’m so happy for you sweetie, I really am.”

 With that she stood up and just enveloped you in her arms; both of you crying happy tears. “Thanks mom, I’m so sorry about yesterday too.”

 “Shhh. I don’t want to hear anything about that; we’re just going to put it all behind us.” Holding you at her arm’s length, she continued; “Now, tell me everything. Well wait let’s go grab breakfast somewhere; I know your brother has to get off to work and such.” Gathering your stuff you headed out with your mom to fill her in.

 The next twenty-four hours were like a whirlwind. During the day you and your mom gallivanted throughout town; stopping for pedicures and manicures and just doing mother daughter things. You spoke to Tyler for a spell as well; then the family headed out for dinner. On Saturday, your brother Sean and his wife, Jessica, headed up from Houston for a family get together. The day was full of joy and laughter, as you chased the kids around the lawn and reminisced with your family about all the memorable times you’d had; as well as the new ones that you were going to make.

 Busying yourself in the kitchen, since your dad had requested one of your famous homemade cakes; you hunted around for an extra bag of flour. “Mom, I can’t seem to find the flour. Did you move it or something?”

 “Damn, I think I forgot to buy that the last time I was at the store.”

 “That’s why you always take a list dear.” This from your dad, as he stole a piece of fruit from the bowl you’d been cutting up.

 Playfully you smacked your dad’s hand, scolding him; “You know I won’t have enough for the cake if you keep eating it. I’ll just run to the store and go get some.”

 “I’ll come with you.” Your brother Sean piped in; not having a chance to really get a one on one conversation with you since he’d learned about everything. “But I’m driving, you’re a horrible driver, sis.”

 “Oh really? I’m not the one with three speeding tickets, mister lead foot.”

 Taking his hand he clamped it over your mouth, “Shhh, mom doesn’t know about those.”

 Whispering low, “Seriously, you’re afraid to tell mom about that.”

 “What can I say?” Giving him a sympathetic look; for you knew exactly where he was coming from. “Toss me your keys, your cars at the end of the driveway.” Getting in the car, the two of you headed to the store. “So, how are you doing, I mean with everything? It’s got to be a lot.”

 “Yeah, it is; but I’m really happy. Tyler’s been pretty great about everything.” He glanced at you questioningly. “I know, it’s kind of hard to believe; but he’s really trying. I didn’t say anything to anyone yet, but he bought us a new house. He told me yesterday that the seller’s accepted our bid.”

 “Woah, that’s big; so obviously you’ve moved back in with him.” “Not yet, but once the papers are finalized; I’ll move into the new house with him.” The excitement in Tyler’s voice yesterday, was contagious; and had you just as thrilled to move into your new home together. “I’m looking at it as a fresh start for us.”

 “That’s great sis. I’m happy for you.” The light was red, turning over to look at you, he become all serious. “I can’t believe you’re going to be a mom. You know you’re always going to be my pesky little sister though; who I’d do anything for. So if you ever need anything, anything at all I’m here. All you have to do is say the word.”

 Pregnancy hormones really sucked; you seemed to be a weepy mess all the time. Looking over at your brother, eyes shining with tears; you loved your family so much that sometimes it just couldn’t be put into words. The light changed then and you proceeded through the intersection. That’s when you saw it; a car barreling towards you. “Sean look out!” It was the last thing you said; hands went instinctively around your mid-section to protect the baby from the impact. Please God let us all be ok; it was the last thing you thought, as your head smacked the passenger window and everything went completely black.

Side Note: Please don’t threaten to punch me in the face like one of my best friend’s did after reading this...hahah! Peace, love and hugs y’all!!!!

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Mmmm! Can I get some Akusai fluff where it's another Seasalt Family AU one and it's mother's day and they just decide Isa is more of a mother than Lea and it's super fluffy and cute because Lea get's Isa a custom mug that says world's best MomDad?

Hi!!

Thank you much for your ask! I’m always glad to do some Akusai or Seasalt Family!!!

I got a bit carried away so I hope this will please you!!

There was no sound. No sound at all but the one of pen scratching the paper as a crowd of children was writing on their pages. All focused on the words they were reading or writing. Some even used tool to trace different form.

Mathematic control.

Roxas hated mathematic. But he hated a lot of subject, to be fair. Thought he was really bad at mathematic. He wasn’t ashamed because his dad was just like him! Or he was just like his dad. It was the same. He leaned over his not-exactly-twin-but-they-all-said-this-because-they-had-the-same-birthday-anyway, Xion. She glared at him and whispered.

“Stooop.”

“But I don’t know,” he protested in a low voice.

He glanced at the teacher, being at his desk and reading a book.

“Next time, you’ll study with papa,” she pressed.

And she tried to make a barrier with her arms. If they have the exact same reply, she was afraid the teacher would discover something and after, they could only upset their dads if they learned they were cheating.

Roxas let out a sigh and tried to complete what he could. He would have to ask Isa, mostly, to help him! The man would probably take a look at his homework and lessons and then, cooking the food, he would take care of his studies, helping with the point he had struggled with or explaining him with different words what he didn’t understand.

If he managed to have enough point, their dads won’t be sad or disappointed, at least.

He continued to write numbers, almost following the hazard, until the teacher gathered the sheet of papers. He still tried to have a few others numbers on the lines while the man was talking.

“As you know, it’s mother’s day in two weeks and we will do something for your mothers. You will ask…”

Neither Roxas nor Xion listened to their teacher, looking at each other. They never had a mother and each year it was the same thing. Everybody was doing something for their mothers. Well, almost everybody, because some hadn’t mother anymore but that wasn’t the point. Their point was that they have no mother and for the father’s day, they hadn’t enough time to do something for their both dads and it was often ugly and they threw it in the trashes and pretended nothing had been prepared. They didn’t give them those kinds of presents since four years. Since they started to realize they had strength and weakness.

But Xion wasn’t ready to let herself beat by this situation!!!

  “What are you doing, Princess?” Lea asked as he was setting the table.

She was sat on the back of the sofa and was looking as Isa was reading Roxas’ book while he was preparing a pastry to roll a piece of boeuf in it. A potatoes gratin was already warming in the oven and Lea was supposed to prepare a salad… but he was rather busy doing everything but that.

“Nothing, nothing!” Xion said.

Lea put down the last plate and walked toward the young girl, taking her in his arms.

“You better not stay there because if your papa Isa sees that, he will be soooooo not happy!”

“But you will protect me!” she said with a smile.

“I will!!” he swore. “I will jump on him and kiss him to distract him!”

“Euuuurk!” she laughed, hiding her eyes, though snuggling against him.

“Don’t eurk us! That’s love!” he said. “That’s something you will discover too one day.” He frowned. “In ten years.”

“Or maybe fifteen,” Isa said.

“Or twenty!”

“When you will be in age and want it. If you want it one day,” Isa said finally. “And, instead of talking about it, why wouldn’t you come kiss me?” he offered.

“I’m here!”

Still holding Xion in his arms, he approached Isa who had Roxas’ fingers closed around the bottom part of his pullover. He liked to stay around Isa, he liked to be sure he wouldn’t be left alone but the man. Thought he closed his eyes when Lea passed his arm around Isa’s waist and kissed tenderly his lips. He leaned a bit on him and whispered:

“This smell really good. And I’m not talking about the food.”

“Step back,” Isa muttered in a smile.

He got his interested in the book again, knowing Roxas would need a lot of help for this subject. He had a lot of difficulties with that. Lea caressed the blond hairs, still hugging Isa, enjoying the presence a little bit more. He kissed his neck, discovered because the blue hairs were tied in a high bun, then forced himself to move back. He brought Xion to the table so she could help him dressing it.

  In her bed, Xion was hugging her favorite plush: a white bunny she had since she was a child. Roxas had one too but his was on his cupboard because he didn’t sleep with plush! But he did sleep with a cuddly toy. Not really a toy… a yellow scarf that once used to be his dad’s.

“Roxas?” Xion called in a tiny voice.

“Hmmm?” he said, struggling against himself to not slide his thumb in his mouth.

He only did it when his fathers couldn’t see it, nor his sister. Because he was afraid he would be seen as a baby. He didn’t know Isa saw it every day when he came wake them up and let him do. If that could help him to sleep better…

“If we’d have a mother, who would it be?”

Roxas frowned and rolled toward her.

“We don’t need a mommy, we’ve daddy and papa,” he pointed out.

“Yes. Who would be our mommy?”

Roxas was still frowning.

“Between daddy and papa?”

“Yes!” she insisted.

They stayed in silent both. And, suddenly, at the exact same moment they let out:

“Papa!!!”

They both exploded in laugh. They couldn’t even stop giggling because, each time they tried, they remembered how they had said the name together and they laughed again.

The door opened.

“What’s so funny?” a voice asked.

Thought it tried to be firm and severe, it ended up in softness.

“Daddy!!” they both said.

“You’re alone?” Xion asked with a secret tone.

Lea entered in the room, closing behind him. There was a night-light in a seashell form glooming in the dark, providing a dim glow.

“I’m! Why? I’m your favorite dad now?” he smiled.

“You always have been!” Roxas swore.

“Aaaaah!”

Lea came to him and pressed a kiss on his forehead, ruffling his hairs straight and falling over his round face.

“Can you help us?” Xion asked, raising on an elbow, still holding her precious bunny.

“Of course,” Lea replied. “What’s happening.”

“Can we offer something to papa for Mother’s day?”

“To papa for Mother’s day?” Lea repeated.

He pressed a kiss on each round cheek of Roxas then got up.

“Yes, please, please, please!!”

“So we can have a day for you and a day for papa!”

“Hmmm…”

He sat next to Xion and pressed a kiss on her forehead. He was conscious both of them were looking him. Was the idea that bad?

Lea was thinking. Isa wouldn’t actually become mad at their children but he didn’t want to hurt him never. Well… he was such a mother hen with their babies and he couldn’t deny it. If he did, it would be a lie. Never a kid dared to annoy them since that day a boy, when they were only five, tugged very hard on Xion’s hair and put a chewing gum in it. Isa had to cut the hairs of his precious girl and he unleashed his rage over this child. It was just a child but he didn’t have cared at this point. No one could hurt his daughter.

“You’re right! What are you planning?” he asked. “Pasta-necklace?”

Neither of them had listened to their teacher and didn’t even try something so they were confuse.

“We can do a picture frame with seashell!” Roxas proposed.

“Absolutely awesome idea!”

And he had another idea to celebrate this. He didn’t have to but every occasion to spoil those he loved was better than a poke in the eye with a blunt stick!

  Weeks passed. In the secret of their room, and sometimes helped by their daddy, Roxas and Xion prepared their presents. And they both wanted to give something to their papa so decided to give him not one but two frames decorated with seashells. Each of them doing it in their own way.

It was also Sunday which meant they were all at home and could prepare something for him!

A delicious meal.

Of spaghettis with butter and little bit of really badly cut sausage.

Of course, Isa had tried to help, knowing how bad is kitchen will look after, and ignoring why they decided to do the meal. But, in the end, they managed to take care of those spaghettis and Lea even pushed him away for the dressing of the table. He was allowed to do nothing!

Isa’s curiosity, and slight nervousness, was eased when, finally, it was time to come to eat. His plate had been generously filled with a huge amount of pasta who literally bathed in the butter. He said nothing about that and came to kiss his children’s cheek.

“Thank you, my babies,” he said. And he kissed Lea’s lips because he wouldn’t miss the occasion for it. “And thank you, my Heart.”

“Thank to you,” Lea said before coming to the chair to tug it out and help him to sit.

Not that he needed it.

“Wait, we have something!” Xion said.

Taking Roxas’ hand, she ran away with him.

“Can I know what you all prepared?” Isa asked to Lea, who sat next to him.

“Just wait, my love. You wouldn’t destroy the surprise.”

Isa nodded. But he really was curious. It wasn’t his birthday, isn’t it? Neither the day he and Lea had met or started to date or married? Lea loved to cover him with love and wouldn’t hesitate to use any date for that. He had to remember them all if he wanted to give him that love back…

The children arrived, both with their presents and ended it to Isa who smiled to them while accepting it. Obviously, he caressed their hairs.

“Now, it’s time to eat,” he said.

“But you’ll open, right?” Roxas asked, eager.

“Very well,” Isa replied. “But you eat.”

They swirled the pastas around their fork and put some food in mouth so he could open their precious present. Though, first, Isa tasted the meal they cooked for him. It was a bit too much salty and the butter was sure too present but… he didn’t care, it was coming from his babies.

He opened the package, both at once, each with one hand, so they won’t be jealous. And so, he discovered two beautiful picture frames. One was in pink-orange tone and the other was more purple-blue. And it was beautiful to him. He got up and came pressing a lot of kisses on their faces, hugging them tightly in his arms.

“You did me a beautiful gift, my babies.”

But a question still remained within him.

Why?

“I’ve something for you too!” Lea said.

Isa frowned and kissed the nose of his two babies before turning his head toward his lower, handing him a pretty box-shaped present.

“Why?”

“Open and you’ll know,” Lea smiled.

Isa got up and accepted the present, opening it, still wondering what was happening…

He pushed up the little lid and saw a cup. He took it out from it just to see a large “World’s best MomDad” on it.

“Wh…”

“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!” his little family screamed out at the same time.

He almost let fall the mug, jumping of surprise, but he saved it and blinked.

“What?” he repeated.

“We don’t have a mommy for Mother’s day,” Roxas said.

“So we decided you’ll be the one receiving mother’s presents!!!” Xion continued.

“So you’re the MomDad and I’m the DadDad!!” Lea smirked.

Isa couldn’t hide more surprise and smiled.

“You’re all too cute,” he said.

He hugged again his babies and pressed Lea to come in the hug to. If that  was for them, he’d be more than happy to be a MomDad!

[movieexpert1978]

Bad Hair Day

@suddenclarityharry :  Can I just request a fic about Christoph’s facial hair? I don’t care what happens, i just want his facial hair to be the feature. Please and thank you!

Not one of Christoph’s characters has better facial hair that this guy up top!!! King Schultz is not my character. 

To her he looked too young to be a bounty hunter, but she knew appearances could be deceiving. He introduced himself as Dr. King Schultz and to Elisa he looked pretty handsome.

“Which way is it into town my dear?” He asked kindly.

“Not far, about a mile or so going north. You looking for someone?” She asked curiously.

“No I have a long ways to go yet. I’m just looking for a place to stay for the night.” He explains.

“Oh, well you could stay at my place and it’s free.” She laughs.

“Oh…well I…I wouldn’t want to impose on your husband.” He says bashfully.

“I’m not married and I don’t plan to be anytime soon. This is my place and it’s just the way I like.” Elisa grins proudly. King blinks in surprise.

“Are you sure Ms. Prime?” He asks carefully.

“Sure, I’m sure!” She insists waving him along. “And please call me Elisa.” She adds. “Come on, you can put your horse up here.” She says guiding him along. Once Fritz is settled in she leads him inside. He looks around and smells something cooking and the house looks very cozy.

“You have a lovely home Elisa.” King compliments.

“Oh why thank you. Nobody wanted this place because it was a mess, but I managed to fix it up with time and here it is.” She says.

“You’ve done a wonderful job.” He smiles.

“Come on sit down. Would you like a drink? I’ve got some whisky around here somewhere.” She says.

“Oh no thank you, I prefer beer.” He says. She shrugs and pours him some water.

“So where are you from if I may ask?”

“A small town in German.”

“Oh wow! Why did you come all the way out here?” She asks.

“…personal reasons.” He answers quietly. She nods and doesn’t go any further. She can’t help but stare at him from time to time as he looks just so damn cute.

“Dr. Schultz may I ask you a personal question?”

“Ummm…I suppose so.” He answers caught off guard.

“How old are you?”

“Oh forty-two.” He chuckles.

“No!” She gasps coming up to him. He nods and laughs, blushing hard. “You are not forty-two!” She insists.

“Yes I am.”

“Damn, you look amazing. I’m sorry but I think you look cute as a button as the term goes.” She laughs.

“Why thank you.” He smirks as he’s still blushing. “It’s because I don’t have a beard right?”

“Who says you need one?! Some men have these obnoxious beards that just get dirty and matted…uugh it’s awful. You look just fine without one.” She smiles.

“Thank you again, but I want to grow one out.” He says rubbing his chin.

“Oooohh…” Elisa whines, but who is she to tell him what to do. He’s very well dressed and being a dentist he must have had some good education and he has some damn fine manners too. “Well, if you do just take good care of it.”

“Oh I plan to.” He nods. As she turns around to fix up a plate for him she hopes it grows a nice dirty blonde to match his hair. They have a lovely dinner and King turns out to be quiet the conversationalist. If she could, Elisa would spend hours to hear him talk with his gentle accent. Although at times he stumbles a bit.

“Forgive, English is a second language to me.”

“King, you speak better English than anyone I have ever heard speak it. You’re doing just fine.” She says sincerely and he turns ripe as a tomato all over again. Once dinner is done she sets up the guest bedroom for him to make sure he is comfortable for the night.

“I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality Elisa.” He says.

“No need to thank me. Just make sure you catch the bastard you’re looking for.” She winks making him swallow nervously. “If you need anything just knock. You have a good night King.”

“Goodnight Elisa.”

Xxxxxxxx

She wakes up bright and early the next morning and makes them some eggs for breakfast. She wants to make sure he has a full belly before he goes.

“Good morning.” He says coming out.

“Good morning, did you sleep alright?” She asks.

“Yes, thank you very much. It’s nice to sleep on a bed every once and a while when you’re used to sleeping on the ground.” He explains.

“I bet. I made some breakfast too.” She says fixing up the plates and giving him a glass of milk to go with it.

“You are an excellent cook.” He compliments when they’re done.

“Oh I try my best.” She shrugs. He collects his hat as they head out the door to hook up Fritz back to the wagon.

“Thank you again my dear. You have been a wonderful host to weary traveler.” He smiles as he takes her hand and kisses it, making her blush now.

“You’re very welcome King. Good luck in your travels and be safe.” She smiles back.

“I wish the same to you Elisa. Auf wiedersehen!” He says with a wave as he rides off. Elisa waits until the cart is out of sight before she goes about her day.

Xxxxxxxx

Two Years Later

Not much has changed for Elisa. She’s doing just fine working and being on her own. Things were a little different for King now, but not too much. It was more in appearance than anything else. It was close to dusk when he came upon a familiar path and very quickly upon a familiar house. He smiled at the sight as he saw a familiar face working in back and gathering up some vegetables. Elisa looks up when she hears him. When she gets a little closer she recognizes the wagon.

“Good evening my dear. I was wondering if you could house a weary traveler for the night.” King says happily. Elisa comes up and looks at him. She doesn’t recognize him at all. He looks different as he has indeed grown out his heard and his hair a bit. He frowned when he first saw the greys coming in but now he’s gotten used to it.

“Who are you?” Elisa snaps. He nearly jumps back in surprise. “I know the man who owns this cart and you are not him! So tell me what you have done with Dr. King Schultz!” She nearly shouts. His jaw nearly drops as he realizes she truly doesn’t recognize him.

“Ms. Prime it’s me.” He says quickly getting down. “It’s me King.” He says. She frowns as she looks him over again. It takes her a moment, but finally she recognizes those hazel eyes of his.

“King!” She gasps as he chuckled. “Oh wow!” She says as she quickly wraps him in a hug. He grunts in surprise but gratefully returns it. “Look at you.” She says admiring him. He has a lovely beard with a little grey and his dirty blonde hair is longer now. “Wow…you look so handsome…you really do.” She smiles as her cheeks turn rosy. Not a lot of men can really pull off a better look with facial hair. Plus, Elisa is picky as she doesn’t prefer a man with a lot of facial hair anyway, but King. King was just gorgeous. She couldn’t believe herself as she wanted to kiss him so badly.

“Thank you Elisa.” King replies to the compliment.

“Oh…come on, here let’s get Fritz unhooked and you can come in for dinner. I’m making a nice beef stew tonight.” She says. Once Fritz is done they head back inside and the smell of the stew makes King’s mouth water.

“Wow…that smells almost divine.” He says. Elisa laughs as she takes his hat. He looks around and everything is just as cozy as he remembers.

“So did you catch him?” She asks as she makes the bowls.

“Hmmm…who?”

“That bounty you were looking for the last time you were here.” She says handing him a bowl and sitting down across from him.  

“Oh, yes I did. It took a few weeks but I did get him.” King nods.

“Good are you still working as a bounty hunter?”

“Yes, the cart is mostly for cover now as most people wouldn’t suspect a dentist of being a bounty hunter.” He explains.

“Well just play it safe. Are you looking for anyone now?”

“No I…I was thinking of taking some vacation before I’m off again.”

“I couldn’t tell you anywhere fancy other than the casino that’s in town.” She smirks.

“Well I was wondering if…I could stay with you for a week or two?” He asks cautiously.

“Really…oh King…that…that would be wonderful.” She smiles. Now she is the one caught off guard.

“Thank you…I must admit. I’ve often thought about you in my travels.” He says gently.

“I’ve thought about you too. Every time I see a wanted poster I think ‘King is gonna get him for sure.” She laughs.

“I have had a lot of success. The business has been somewhat profitable to me.” He adds.

“That’s always nice too.” She nods. They eat in silence for a few moments.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asks curiously.

“Oh no, working woman who speaks her mind doesn’t fancy them.” She shrugs. “But look at you…oh my…” She sighs just staring at him. “I’m sorry but I have to say it again, but you just look so damn handsome.” She blushes with a giggle. He chuckles quietly as well. “I work at the saloon in town and maybe you could give some of the guys there a few…grooming pointers.” She laughs.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He smirks. “Honestly I’m surprised at all the compliments I get from it.” He says running his fingers down his mustache.

“Because you look amazing!” She insists.

“I am a bit worried it makes me look older.”

“You better watch out because some women are into that…if you know what I mean.” She says leaning in.

“No I don’t-oh.” He says as he quickly understands her meaning.

“And you don’t look old anyway. Honestly it looks like you haven’t aged a day in my opinion.” She says honestly.

“That’s because you know how old I am.” He laughs.

“Well fair is fair and I will tell you that I’m thirty-seven.” She says.

“You look lovely yourself.” King compliments. She giggles as she finishes up her soup. They finish up their meal and once again Elisa gets the guest bedroom ready for him.

“Thank you again Elisa for everything.” King says sincerely.

“Oh you’re welcome King. I…I’m very happy you came back.” She says nervously.

“As am I.” He nods. They stare at each other for a few moments and Elisa doesn’t realize King is leaning into her until their lips are practically touching. She carefully leans into the kiss as well wanting more. King carefully pulls her in closer as he starts to deepen the kiss. One of her hands caresses his face and runs her fingers through his soft hair. They only part for a moment and they resume kissing each other almost frantically for each other’s touch. Elisa carefully leads him to her bedroom, laughing softly against his lips, as she closes the door behind them with her foot.