#so i got him! mum said 'hey you want a kitten?' and dropped him on me. this is how she woke me up btw

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Baybeeeeeeeee

[celestialtitania]

Quest for the Best

Thank you to DragonGirl8234 for betaing. Written for Day 4: Cafe of Marichat May. Can also read on AO3. @marichatmay

Chat sighed, it had been fifteen minutes of waiting and still no sign of Ladybug. He was beginning to wonder if he should start patrolling on his own when the warm scent of fresh pastries wafted over him.

He followed his nose to find Ladybug swinging onto the rooftop. “I’m sorry I’m late!” She apologized right away. “But I come bearing gifts,” She held up a box of Dupain-Cheng pastries.

Chat narrowed his eyes at her. “Are there any croissants in there?”

In response, she flipped the lid open. “What am I? An amateur?” She scoffed, revealing croissants, pain au chocolats, and rows of chocolate chip cookies.

Chat grabbed a cookie and moaned in pleasure as he ate them. “These are still warm, how do you get them so fresh?”

Ladybug smirked at him. “It’s a secret,” she hummed, taking the chance to bite into a croissant. He stuck out his tongue at her making her snort. Unfortunately, that made Ladybug begin to cough.

Chat reacted quickly, patting her on the back to make her feel better. “You okay, LB?”

“I’m fine,” she coughed before taking in a deep breath. “Croissant went down the wrong pipe, is all.”

Chat Noir shook his head at Ladybug. “You have to be more careful when you eat,” he tutted, wagging his finger at her. Ladybug rolled his eyes, making him put a hand on his hip. “I’m serious, Bugaboo! If you choke, where will Paris be?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve become the responsible one,” Ladybug shuddered in mock horror. “Paris is already doomed.” They took one look at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, I really needed that,” Ladybug sighed, wiping a tear away. “Thanks, Chaton.” He winked and bowed to her. “Let’s get to patrol?” She asked and he nodded before letting out a yawn.

“Pastries are delicious but what we really need is some coffee to get through these patrols.”

“Hey, I just bring the pastries. You want coffee so bad, you can bring us some coffee next time,” Ladybug shrugged.

Chat blinked at her before brightening. “Hey! That’s not a bad idea, Bug. I’ll bring you coffee from the best coffee shop in Paris!” He declared.

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “I’m going to hold you to that,” she promised. “Now can we please get to our patrol?” Chat made a sweeping gesture indicating for her to go first and he’d follow.

Just before Ladybug readied her yoyo to leave the rooftop, she turned back to say one last thing. “Oh, I take my coffee with a shot of vanilla. Just so you know.” She smiled, before leading them throughout the city.

He grinned as he vaulted after her. Chat loved learning more about his Lady and he couldn’t wait to impress her with his findings.

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Adrien paced the floor of his room. “Okay, I have the best coffee shops narrowed down according to about ten.”

“How do you know they’re the best?” Plagg asked snidely, whilst inhaling his cheese. He only stopped to haul more Camembert out of the fridge.

Adrien wrinkled his nose at the smell. “I consulted about fifteen different coffee blogs and they all agree on the top three but I want to check the others just for satisfaction’s sake.”

Plagg rolled his eyes at him. “You don’t understand, Plagg. Ladybug is counting on me to get her the best coffee Paris has to offer. This is my chance to show her I have good taste!”

“And how do you expect to figure out which coffee shop is the best from looking up reviews on the Internet?”

“I don’t,” Adrien grinned. “Obviously, the best way to decide which coffee shop has the best coffee is by tasting them myself.”

“And how do you expect to do that without leaving your room?” Plagg snarked.

At that Adrien chuckled. “Oh, I’m so glad you asked. I’m not. Plagg! Claws Out!” Adrien called for his transformation, ignoring Plagg’s wails of complaint. Chat Noir slipped out of his window, using his baton as a GPS while vaulting away from Agreste Mansion as quickly as possible.

He found himself on an unfamiliar street of Paris and was trying to read the GPS instructions when a pigeon smacked into him, making him lose his balance.

His baton pole teetered downwards and he was crashing towards the ground. Thinking quickly, he just managed to roll into a somersault and ended up crashing into a girl rather than cold, hard cement.

Chat groaned as he pulled himself up only to find Marinette pinned beneath him. He yelped quickly moving off of her and offering a hand to help her up.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Chat fretted, he didn’t want to have caused Marinette to get hurt. She began brushing herself off but looked relatively fine, so Chat heaved a sigh of relief.

“Chat Noir, what were you doing?” She asked, groaning as she stood up. “Is there an akuma nearby?”

“Marinette! Good to see you!” He greeted hoping to distract her. It didn’t work, instead, Marinette gave him an unimpressed look, silently demanding to hear answers.

He sighed giving in. “You can’t tell Ladybug, okay?” He pleaded and her face softened. When Marinette nodded, Chat Noir launched into his story about how he had to find the absolute best coffee shop in Paris for Ladybug.

“If I can deliver, she’ll be one step closer to falling in love with me!” He concluded happily, completely missing the way Marinette bit her lip anxiously.

“Maybe you shouldn’t get your hopes up?” Marinette said, hesitantly making Chat crash back down to Earth. He sighed.

“You’re right, but sometimes it’s nice to just hold on to hope, you know what I mean?”

“Too well,” Marinette grumbled, making Chat blink in surprise.

“Marinette? Are things alright with you?”

Marinette looked startled as if she had completely forgotten he was there. She waved her hands in front of her face, giving him a forced smile. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m totally fine. So, what’s the plan with the coffee shops?”

Chat gave her a look which he hoped said that he knew she was trying to distract him but he was choosing to go with it. “Here, I have a list,” Chat showed Marinette proudly.

Marinette frowned at his list. “The first three are okay but I know for a fact that the last three use extremely bitter beans, number five isn’t the most sanitary, four and six always mess up the amount of sugar, and seven....I don’t even know what to tell you about seven.”

Chat’s jaw dropped. “But I checked with fifteen coffee blogs before making this list!”

“I know which blogs you’re talking about, those people know nothing about good coffee. You might as well just go to the local Starbucks because none of these are the best,” Marinette scoffed.

Chat crossed his arms across his chest defensively, trying his best not to pout. “Then where do I get the best coffee in Paris?”

Marinette gave him a side glance. “Weren’t you supposed to do this yourself?”

“Princess, paw-lease! I’ll do anything but please help me!” Chat dropped to his knees making Marinette jump back in shock. He was not above begging. “Help me!”

“Okay, okay! Just get up and I’ll help you!” Marinette hissed, as the other passers-by gave them strange looks.

“Really?” Chat asked, giving her his best kitten eyes.

“Yes,” Marinette got out through gritted teeth.

Chat leapt back to his feet with a triumphant grin, ignoring the way Marinette was scowling at him. “Then let’s go! You already know where the best coffee is, don’t you? I trust your judgment completely!”

When Marinette looked reluctant, Chat frowned at her. “You promised you would help. No take backs!”

“You’re a child,” she muttered, as she began to walk off. Chat sighed dejectedly when Marinette turned around and gave him a questioning look. “Are you coming?”

He perked up and ran behind her. “Always, Princess!”

He couldn’t wait to see where Marinette claimed to have the best coffee in all of Paris. Chat could privately admit to himself he was a little skeptical, especially when the streets became a little narrower, but he didn’t dare voice his doubt. It could offend Marinette, causing her to change her mind about helping him, and then where would he be?

“We’re here,” Marinette announced. Chat Noir looked at the drab door with a half working sign and then looked back at Marinette. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that! You can’t judge until you’ve tasted their coffee.”

“Okay,” he hummed. “But just so you know, I’m a coffee snob.”

“Yeah, me too. And a bigger one than you considering your list was from bad blogs.” Chat Noir flushed at her completely fair assessment, unable to defend himself. “Now let’s go,” she said practically dragging him into the shop. The shop workers knew her by name and greeted her enthusiastically, so it was clear that Marinette visited often.

“I’ll have a vanilla latte and he’ll have a–,” Marinette paused and turned to Chat Noir to ask his order.

“Hazelnut mocha,” Chat ordered, his eyes sweeping the shop. It was actually quite cozy with the warm lighting and the couches. It was quiet, thanks to a lack of customers bustling in and out as well.

“I like to come here and study. Not many people know about this shop so no posting about it,” Marinette warned.

“Mum’s the word,” Chat promised. It definitely did seem like a nice place to finish schoolwork.

He wondered if there was any chance he could get Marinette to tell him about this place as Adrien. It would be nice to study with friends without the threat of fangirls. He was lost in these thoughts when the barista called them to say their drinks were ready.

Marinette paid and grabbed the drinks before Chat Noir could protest. “The moment of truth,” she smiled, pressing his coffee into his hands. Silently promising himself to get her something to thank her for her help, Chat took a small sip.

His eyes widened in awe and he immediately took another sip of the delicious coffee.

“I told you it was the best coffee in Paris,” Marinette said smugly.

“I sincerely apawlogize, Princess. I will never doubt you again and I cannot espresso how grateful I am to you fur bringing me here.”

“You sure Ladybug will like it?” Marinette teased.

Chat nodded solemnly. “She’ll like it a latte. Seriously, thank you, Marinette. If you ever need my help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Marinette gave him an assessing look. “I might hold you to that.”

“I want you to,” he confirmed, smiling at her softly. “Would you like a ride home?”

Marinette shook her head. “Thanks, but I’ll head home on my own in a little while.”

Chat took her hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss on it. “I’ll see you around.” Making sure he had the address to the shop inputted in his baton, he gave Marinette a wave before vaulting away. xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

Holding a coffee carrier, Chat anxiously waited for Ladybug to show up for patrol. He turned around expectantly when he heard the tell-tale thump signaling her landing.

She grinned at him, a box of pastries in hand. “So, did you find the best coffee shop in Paris?”

“Of course I did, M’Lady! Would I ever break a promise to you?” Chat asked, acting affronted. Ladybug snorted at him, settling down on the rooftop. He sat down next to her and pulled out her, thankfully still hot, coffee from the coffee carrier.

“What did you get me?” She wondered out loud as she accepted the drink from him.

“A vanilla latte,” he announced, missing the way she nearly choked on the drink and turned to stare at him. “So, what do you think?” He stared out at the Paris skyline, too worried about her reaction to look at her.

“It’s wonderful coffee, Chaton. Thank you for finding it,” Ladybug murmured, just loud enough for him to hear.

“I’m glad I was able to mocha you happy, but I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit.” Chat leaned on Ladybug’s shoulder as he spoke. “You see, I didn’t find this coffee on my own. I was out searching and I ran into that girl, Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Do you remember her? She took me to the most amazing coffee shop in Paris. Marinette is such an awesome girl, I’m sorry to say I would have failed without her.”

Chat turned to find Ladybug staring at him, she looked strangely touched. “Ladybug?” He questioned, tilting his head trying to read her expression and make sense of it. Unfortunately, that was when she snapped out of it.

“I’ll have to thank her for helping you then! Come on, let’s eat and get a move on. We still have a patrol to do, after all.”

They clinked their cups together, enjoying each other’s company and the tasty treats.

[spicedcinnamoncake]

Pins and Needles  pairing: George Weasley x American !Gryffindor Reader Summary: Who knew that the shy new kid had a way with sewing? To George, that’s pretty cool.  TW: fluffy 💕💕 2.4K Words

   You looked around your dorm and began to unpack. You came in a week after term started and you needed to unpack your things. Luckily, it was Saturday and lessons wouldn’t be a problem. Everyone was buzzing about the weekly trip to Hogsmeade in the halls, and it peeked your interest. Sure you didn’t have anyone to go with, but this could be a good way to make some friends. 

  You had just arrived in England from America, and had just started Hogwarts. Everyone was a stranger here, and you were on the lookout for some new people to hang out with. 

  You pulled a hoodie over your T-shirt and tightened the laces on your boots before locking your dorm and running downstairs into the courtyard where everybody was waiting for the sendoff. You showed McGonagall your signed permission slip and joined the group. 

  The walk was rather pleasant. You took in the scenery, all the trees with red yellow and brown leaves falling in the breeze and the sound of branches rusting against each other filled the air as you and the rest of year 5 of Hogwarts walked to Hogsmeade. 

  Hogsmeade was a cute little town, with shops and cafe’s and cobblestone streets. You walked along the cobble and followed the rest of the kids as you didn’t know the area very well. You saw a majority of people go into a place called Honeydukes. 

  From the moment you stepped inside you could tell why that place was so popular. The shelves were loaded with sweets and tricks, excited people grabbing stuff like crazy. You walked along the shelves, half of the treats you haven’t even heard of. Bertie bots and chocolate frogs and pumpkin pasties... I guess a chocolate frog sounded good. You had a few coins in your pocket, why not? 

  You picked one off the shelf and began to walk as you read the labelling. You were so distracted that you didn’t even realize the person standing in front of you...

  ‘Oof!’ You fell over on your knees, the small candy falling out of your hand. ‘Oh shoot, I am so sorry-’ 

  ‘Nah, It’s alright. Need help?’ 

  You grabbed the strangers hand and hoisted yourself up. You were met with a pair of hazel eyes and flaming red hair. This mystery guy had a spattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose. He gave you a small smile and handed you back your frog. ‘Think you dropped this.’ 

  ‘Oh, thanks.’ You took back the frog and stuffed it into your pocket. ‘Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. I’m George, you?’

  ‘Oh, I’m Y/N, I’m new here.’ 

  George’s eyes widened at your accent. He grinned and fiddled with the end of his sleeve. ‘Would you want to come with me and my brother to the Three Broomsticks? It’s got the most amazing butterbeer in England.’ 

  You smiled at the offer. ‘Sure, why not?’ 

  You payed the five nuts for the frog. (You ended up getting Dumbledore) And followed George to the place he was talking about. He was ever so funny, cracking you up in no time with jokes. He told you all about Hogwarts and how you would love it there. 

  ‘So, which house are you in?’ 

  ‘Oh, I’m in Gryffindor. ‘ 

  George looked at you and beamed. ‘That’s my house as well!’ 

  You two laughed at the coincidence, finally drawing up to the Three broomsticks and going inside. You were met with the strong smell of cinnamon and coffee, and the warm air hit your skin as you went further inside. George led you to a table were a few others were sitting. Another boy who looked identical to George who turned out to be his twin Fred, another boy with red hair who was his brother Ron, a girl named Hermione and a smaller boy named Harry. 

  ‘Guys, this is Y/N, their new here. Their from America, AND their in Gryffindor.’ 

  Everyone said hello, they all seemed so friendly. You sat in between George and Hermione, who asked you tons of questions about America, which you expected might happen at your new school. 

  You all ordered Butterbeer, and Fred and George laughed as you chugged the entire mug after the first sip. George elbowed you and smirked. ‘Told you it’s good.’  You rolled you eyes and giggled. 

  From that day on, the five of you became inseparable. You always hung out, and before you knew it it was already nearing summer break. 

  ‘Ah, summer!’ You sighed as you slumped against a tree in the field you guys were hanging out in, stretching your legs out as you looked up though the green leaves. ‘I’m gonna miss you guys. Welp, at least I’ll see you guys next year.’ 

  Hermione elbowed Ron, who cleared his throat. “speaking of which, Y/N would you liked to come to the burrow this summer? Everyone does, even if it’s only for a week. Mum takes us to Diagon alley before school so we can get our stuff. It’s always fun, you should come.’ 

  You thought about it, and it did sound like fun. “sure, i’ll ask my parents, I’m sure they’d like me out of their hair for a bit.’ 

  George and Fred whooped and you smiled. This should be fun. 

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  You clutched the backpack on your shoulder and gulped. You had been so excited but now you were so nervous. What if they got sick of you? What if you became a burden?’ 

  You took a deep breath and stepped into the fireplace after hugging your parents goodbye. You erupted into green flames and in moment you found yourself in a slightly smaller fireplace. You stepped out and immediately recognized the voices of your friends. ‘Oi Fred! Y/N’s here!’ 

  George called up the stairs to his brother before rushing over to you and wrapping his arms around you. You giggled as he lifted you slightly. ‘Don’t suffocate me Georgie.’ You joked. George put you down and grinned. ‘Missed you.’ 

  You noticed a faint shade of red start to spread across his face. You didn’t get to think much of it though because of all the people that entered the living room moments later. You hugged Fred, Harry, Ron and Hermione before shaking hands with Mr. Weasley and received an even tighter hug from Mrs. Weasley. You met Percy and Ginny, who both seemed really nice. Percy a bit uptight, but you thought nothing of it. 

  ‘You’ll be sharing with Hermione and Ginny, just upstairs dear.’ Mrs. Weasley said, before rushing to the kitchen.     ‘Ok, Thanks Mrs. Weasley!’

  ‘Just call me Molly dear!’ 

  You smiled and turned to George. ‘Your mum’s really nice.’ 

  George grinned. ‘Need help with your bag?’ 

  ‘Nah, I’m good.’ 

  You followed Hermione and Ginny to Ginny’s room. It was small, but cozy. You put your bag down on your place on the floor. 

  ‘Nice room Gin! I really like it.’ 

  ‘Thanks Y/N’ 

  The three of you talked until Molly called you down to dinner. You made it official in your head that Molly Weasley had the absolute best cooking ever. The food practically melted in tour mouth, and you stared in awe as the dishes got cleaned by magic, washing themselves. The burrow is honestly the most magical place you have ever seen aside from Hogwarts. 

  The summer was amazing, You, George, Fred, Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny all going on walks and playing card games and having mini games of quidditch. Soon, it was already time to go to Diagon Alley. 

  ‘Hurry up Y/N, we’re just about leaving!’ Hermione said as you grabbed the big cloth bag out of your backpack. You and her hurried downstairs were everyone else was gathered. One by one, everyone erupted into green flames and arrived into the large are known as diagon alley. Shops lined the streets and there were people and children running everywhere. ‘Now children, we meet here in exactly an hour ok?’ Molly said, and everyone nodded. George grabbed hold of your arm and tugged you with him. ‘Seeing as this is your first time here, i volunteer to be your guide.’ You giggled and went with him. 

  You two walked and chatted, going in and out of stores. George goggled at how cute you looked when your face lit up at the box of kittens in one of the animal shops. You tugged George inside. Owls were on perches, rats in brass cages running on top of landings and down again, and the faint mewing of cats in the distance. 

  ‘Oh George they are so cute, don’t you think so!?” You cooed as you picked up a calico kitten who purred as you stroked it. ‘Your cute.’ George mumbled. ‘You snapped your head around, and he turned a dangerously visible shade of red. You smirked. ‘Your not so bad yourself Weasley.’ 

  You beamed as be blushed harder. You put down the cat and took his hand, leading him out of the store. You two were about to go back to the meeting place when one store caught your eye. ‘George, I need to go in there. I’ll be right out I promise.’ 

  ‘Slow down darling I’ll come with you.’ 

  You entered the store and you gawked in awe at the amount of fabric, thread, and buttons inside. You were practically in heaven. 

  You ran your hand down the different fabrics, checking the prices. ‘I didn’t know you were into sewing.’ George said, examining a cotton sheet. ‘Like sewing? Georgie my dear, sewing is my LIFE’. You tugged at the shirt you were wearing, made out of black cotton. ‘I made this last winter.’ 

  George’s eyes widened. ‘YOU made that? It’s so good!’

  You blushed at his appreciation. You picked a few pieces of fabric and paid, putting them in the bag and you and George exited the shop, meeting with everyone else. ‘Mum! Y/N’s into that sewing thing as well you know?’ 

  ‘Oh that’s interesting! What sort of stuff do you make?’ 

  You looked at your shirt and the bag in your bag. ‘I make most of my own clothes, like this shirt I’m wearing.’ 

  Molly looked amazed and you two gambled off about sewing and knitting and whatnot. George and Fred just laughed, George thought of it as cute though. He already had this itching crush for you from the moment he met you and the fact that you got on so well with his mum just made his heart flutter. 

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  It was the beginning of term, and you were now sharing a room with Hermione. Your desk was littered with scrap pieces of fabric, and scattered needles. Hermione’s was depressingly neat. 

  You were wearing a pin cushion on your arm, trying to fix the hem of your robe because it ripped when somebody knocked on the door. ‘Come in!’   

  George entered the room, his hair messed up. He must’ve just got out of quidditch you assumed. When Hermione saw who was at the door, she shut the book she was reading and stood up from her bed. ‘I’m going to go see what Harry and Ron are doing.’ 

  Once she left, you two were alone. ‘Come in, what’s up?’ You gestured towards the space next to you on your bed. George came over, propping himself up with his arm before pulling his hand away, yelping. ‘What? What’s wrong?”

  Your eyes filled with worry as George examined his hand. He picked up a small pin from the cover and handed it to you. ‘Think this belongs to you.’ 

  ‘Oh dear sorry, I’m working on my robe you see, it ripped and i was fixing it.’ You put the pin back in the pin cushion and took George’s hand into your own, gently massaging the area of impact. 

  George turned a bright shade of pink as your delicate fingers ran over his palm. ‘It’s alright Y/N.’ 

  ‘So, how was quidditch?’ You asked, resuming your work. George cleared his throat, looking shyer then usual. ‘Uh, practice was good. Speaking of which, I, uh, managed to rip my jersey on the goal post. I was wondering if you could fix it for me?’ 

  ‘Uh-huh, sure just hand it to me.’ 

  You were so engrossed in your work you didn’t even realize that George was shirtless in  front of you. You looked up when he handed you his ripped jersey. You examined the area where the rip was. ‘Oh sweetie this can be fixed in two stitches, you-’ 

  Your eyes gawked at him. When did this boy get to be so fine? You felt yourself go red, before you decided to turn it into a joke so he wouldn’t notice you being embarrassed. ‘Did you find a small hole just you could see me? Hmmm?’ You smirked, thinking you could tease him, until he said his reply:

  ‘Yes that’s exactly what I did.’ 

 You paused, needle halfway though the fabric. You looked up at him, he tried to cover himself up with his arms, his face bright red. ‘Well, I enjoy your company.’ 

  ‘Thank you.’

  ‘Also when did you get to be so dang hot?’ 

  You smirked as you saw him get even redder. ‘T-thanks.’ 

  ‘Your welcome... there you are, all fixed.’ You handed him the jersey, the hole all patched up. George slid it on, you watched the shirt over his abs. ‘Look in the right sleeve.’ 

  George turned his right sleeve inside out, only to see a tiny embroidered heart in light pink stitches. ‘Aw, that’s so cute!’  George gushed. You felt pleased. 

  ‘Well, I better get going.’ George said, standing up. ‘Awe man, leaving me already?’ You pulled a pouty-face, and you saw the nervousness in his eyes. ‘Of course I’ll stay.’

  You two talked for what seemed like hours, that is until the dinner bell rang. You helped George up, but not before he pressed a small kiss to your cheek. He left without a word after that. You stood there speechless, tracing the area where his lips had been seconds before. 

  You turned to your bed and screamed into a pillow. Oh merlin he kissed you! 

  The next day you caught him in the hall. Without saying a word, you managed to drag him into a quiet hallway, were nobody else was wandering. 

  You pressed him to a wall and kissed him. You were craving the taste of his lips for a while, and now you finally got his. George melted into you, he hitched you up by your legs, you wrapped them around his waist and you tangled your hands into his hair. You two had waited long enough for this, and this was complete and utter euphoria. 

  Once he pulled away, he smirked. ‘What is is?’ You asked. 

  ‘Oh, let’s just say that I’ve been on pins and needles waiting for this.’  

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HELLO!! I’ve never really done this before and I don’t really know how requesting work but is it possible to get a part2 for the teaching how to kiss heacanons??? That was really cute and it made blush a lot so if it’s possible 🥰 can you please do a continuation. I don’t know if you’ll see this but I love your writings anyways, hehe hope you’re doing well.

Teach me how to kiss pt. 2

Hey there cutieeee 🥺 I’m glad I made you blush 💅🏼👀 haha hope I’ll continue with this hc - and expect the same chaotic stuff happening in Oikawa’s

It was SO FUN to write this lol

Also quick Thank you : I just Hit 80 Followers??? since the teach me how to kiss request I gained 50 follower ??? Thank you so so much to all of you ❤️🥺

Pt. 1 

masterlist ; smau

Warnings : some nsfw

Okay our boy KUROO

Soo you woke up the next morning with the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around you

You yawn and nuzzle your head in his chest

He chuckes making his chest vibrate and you look up to him

“Good Morning y/n” he smiles and kisses the top of your head

You mumble something and hid your face in his chest not wanting to wake up yet

But it’s Kuroo your laying ontop of

And the way your head is bend rn he gets a nice few on the marks he left on your neck

And all the things you two did last night came back to his head

The way your back arched, your eyes rolled to the back and how you were practically moaning his name in pure pleasure whenever he hit you on this one certain spot

God he can’t promise to control himself around you now after last night

he pulls you up and forces you to lift your head

He smirks “let’s take a shower shall we?”

And yes you two did take a shower

And yes your chest was pressed against the wall most of the time

His hands having a tight grip on your hips and neck while he countines to pound into

You were still sore from the last time so your legs were shaking and Kuroo needed to hold you up

He bit down on your neck when he came

You took a proper shower afterwards

He also washed your hair 🥺 and properly applied your conditioner

you’re now in his bed again sitting inbetween his legs and your back is resting against his chest

his arms are playing with your hands as he mentioned what you said before you felt asleep last night

“So do you meant that? That I’m yours now” he asks shyly

Yes SHYLY I repeat SHYLY

Kuroo is a soft mf just for you

You can feel his heart pounding as he waited for you to answer

“Would it be ok for you if I really do mean it?” you ask not daring to turn around

“I would love it” he admits

Ok now you turn around and practically slam your lips against his

The kiss is full of pashion and love

And cocky mf Kuroo is back in 3..2..1...

“Damn babygirl I really taught you well last night”

You rolled your eyes and slapped his chest

“ ohhh so your also into that? I thought you just liked the reviving part of it” He joked

And another slap lol

The next day at school.

He picked you up and walked there together with you

You know this scene in the the first twilight movie where Bella gets out of Edwards car and everyone is starring at them and he slams the car door shut and puts his arm around her to rub it into their faces that infanct yes they are a couple

That’s you two now lol

He’s sooooo smug about it

Especially the fact that 1. You couldn’t cover up the marks he left properly and 2. Because your legs are still slightly shaking lol

And back to Akaashi

ok so you two kept up your little training sessions 👀👀

And hell did you enjoy it

And hell was he a good teacher

You were like pudding in his hands

He knows exactly where and how to touch you and got you moaning under him within seconds

No one knew about you two tho

It was your dirty little secret

Until this one day

This one guy in your class was constantly flirting with you

For a week now

And for a week now Akashi was feeling strange

It was Friday and he just finished training and got out of the gym together with Bokuto

Then he heard your beautiful laugh and smiled but his smile dropped as he saw the reason for your laugh. It was him.

And god he hated it

“Seems like our little y/n is going to be taken in some time :( - omg she gr-“ bokuto whined

But Akaashi interrupted him

“Yes she will be taken but not by him” he says and walks over to you two, grabs your hand and pulls you away from the guy ( yes the will be taken was intended lol)

“Akaashi what are you doing???” Bokuto asked

“Just go home we’ll at the mall in a few hours” he cuts him off and leaves with you

You’re now pressed against the club room door his hands on each side of your face

“What do you think you are doing?” He growls

“I - I don’t know what you mean” you stutter

“Oh so you weren’t flirting with this guy for the past week and ignoring me instead” his eyes are now completely dark

“Kenji are you jealous?” You smirk

“Oh yes I am. And in a few seconds you won’t me smiking anymore doll” he growls again and kisses you

His hands are pulling you closer to him and he walkes you over to the other side and lifts you up onto the table

He quickly takes off your clothing, flips you and bends you over the table

“You know better not to make me jealous” and a slap

“You’re mine ok?” And slap

And some ruffling and now the table is shaking, you’re screaming, his hands are either on your neck, or your hair pulling it, occasional slaps also happen

Afterwards he sinks down and pulls you onto his laps, wraps his arms around you and kisses your head

“I’m sorry I didn’t hurt you did i?” He asks actually afraid of the answer

“Only if you didn’t mean what you said” you smile and look up to him

“Ever single word is true - I want you to me mine”

You smile and kiss him

“Let’s get ready now- bokuto is waiting” You laugh and you both get dressed

You walk into the mall hand in hand and as soon as bokuto sees you to be screams and throws himself at you

“Omg finally. Mum&Dad together!!”

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST Oikawa

Okay so after this little incident with his mum you two still tried to take things further

But either it was his mum again, your mum, your dad ( your shirt was still on and oikawa is still alive) or his teammates calling him

You were frustrated AF

And now watching him practice

It doesn’t help. He looks so hot 🥵

He occasionally looks over at you and smirks when he sees the way you look at him

His ego went up immediately

But don’t worry Iwa and the others are quickly to put it down again lol

After practice tooru stayed suspiciously long in the locker room - the other were already out

So you - the precious girlfriend you are - checked if he was ok

“Tooru baby are you oka-“

You couldn’t finish your sentence because his lips are already on yours and his hands under your shirt

“Baby what if Someone catches us” You ask

“They are all gone now- don’t worry kitten” he purrs “just focus on Me”

He kisses your neck, sucking on this one special spot making you moan

He pulls your shirt up - his wasn’t even on

Your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you

His fingers move under your skit and pulls down your panties

“Naww your so wet just by watching me practice” he teases

“Just hurry up already” You say annoyed

He inserts two fingers and starts moving them in and out- painfully slow - and kisses your neck

“Baby plaseeee” you whine

He picks you up and lays you down on one of the brenches and leaves kisses down your body

He reaches your skirt and you quickly help him put it off

He looks up at you and kisses your clit

“Tooru” you moan

He then begins his magic and hellllll you arent sure if this is actually his first time doing it

He inserts his fingers again and can already feel you tightening

“Baby I can’t wait anylonger I need you inside of me”

He chuckles and pulls down his pants

He stops and looks in your eyes

“Are you sure baby- I know it’s our first time and uhm were in the guys locker room “

“I don’t care where we are as long as it’s with you “ you say and kiss him passionately

He smiles into the kiss and pistons himself at your entrance and slowly pushes in

You shut your eyes and dig your fingers into his shoulders

After some time of adjusting and countless kisses from him you nod telling him to continue

It was slow and passionate and just perfect

Until

“Omg WHY WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS IN HERE?!”

Iwaizumi stands in the door his hand over his eyes

Tooru screams like a little girl and quickly covers you up with this jacket laying next to him

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” He yells

“I FORGOT MY PHONE!!!” He yells back

You were shocked and red and don’t really realize that Tooru gets up and hands him the phone and Iwa leaves as quickly as he came in

“I’m so sorry baby” he whines “baby??”

You wee still shocked

“Let’s just leave” you get up and put on your clothes

On your way back home you just mutter how you now wont be able to look at Iwa again

Oikawa keeps apologizing but you’re still shocked

Let’s just say the next day at school was awkward af

[lu-undy]

perle kneads spy's butt and sniper say "no, that butt's mine."

Here it is!

Sniper had been up for a while, with a smile on his lips.

For a few weeks now, his life had changed. He rarely slept in his van, alone, with the sound of distant wild creatures for a lullaby. No, not anymore. His bed now was large, the sheets made of satin, the last thing he would hear before falling asleep would be the air snapping under the sound of a kiss given by a white, purring panther.

White, his skin was paler than Sniper's own. Purring, his chuckle was velvet to Sniper's ear. And the panther, the silent assassin, like him, although contrary to him, Sniper's lover had to be dangerously close to his enemy to strike. 

"Mh…" 

"Mornin' gorgeous." 

The older man smiled and buried his head deeper on Sniper's chest. The Aussie pulled the blanket over his back. 

"Wanna sleep more?" 

One kiss landed on his chest.

"Is the one kiss yes?"

One kiss.

"If it's a yes, then come and gimme a real kiss." 

The panther clawed his way up to Sniper's neck, kissing, nipping, and-

"Oi! I said kiss, not bite!" 

The chuckle he received as an answer tickled his ears. 

"D'you want me to bite too?" 

"Perhaps." The voice with the French accent sang before kissing the shell of the Aussie's ear. 

Sniper turned to look at his lover better.

"Mornin', Spook." He smiled.

"Good morning to you too, Sniper." Spy closed his eyes and let the Aussie take his lips into a chaste kiss. He hummed in thanks. "Have you slept well?" 

"Yeah, you?" 

"Oui." 

"Dreamt of anythin'?"

Spy chuckled. 

"Why're you laughin'?" 

"Since the first night that we slept together, you have always asked me this question in the morning." Spy said.

"It's cause of my mum." Sniper wrapped his arms around Spy and kissed his brow. 

"What about her?" 

"She used to tell me what my dreams meant whenever I could remember them." 

"Oh, so you know how to interpret them too?"

"Only a few things. She knows best and it's always fairly funny 'cause stuff never means somethin' logical." 

"Dreams rarely are. But pray give me an example." Spy nuzzled in Sniper's neck. 

"Right, uh, let me remember… ah, yeah, if you dream that you're eatin' raw meat, Mum says it means you're gonna get sick." 

"Oh, curious."

"Yeah, it's quite weird."

"Let me tell you about my dream then." Spy said and closed his eyes. "I dreamt that I met a man."

"Mh-hm." 

"Oui, a man who was taller than me, wilder than me."

"Meow." Spy's white and long haired cat entered the room. 

"Oh, hey Pearl." 

"Perle…"

"Meow." She jumped on the bed and walked to Sniper, his scratching technique was unparalleled. The Aussie lazily brushed her long fluff before letting his fingers sink in the soft white cloud and gently scratching her. Both him and Spy heard her purrs.

"What happened with that guy?" Sniper asked. 

Spy slid a leg between Sniper's and started gently scratching his chest, through the short, dark hairs. He was resting his head on his chest too and was lying on his stomach. 

"I fell for his charms." 

"Oh-ho," Sniper smirked. "That's a surprise, eh?"

"Oui, it is. I did not know I could fall for a man with the roughest of skins, tanned by the sun and sideburns that are out of any kind of fashion. But I accepted them and now find them attractive even." 

"So what did you like about him?" Sniper asked as the cat turned to ask for scratches on different parts of her.

"His wild side, the hoarse voice, his large, calloused hands which, if I am in luck, leave hot prints on my body wherever they touch." 

Sniper's body temperature started rising.

"Y'like my voice, huh?" He spoke deliberately with a huskier voice than usual and felt Spy's embrace on his body tighten. His nails pressed on the Aussie's skin. "Oh, he does, doesn't he?"

One kiss on Sniper's neck. 

"Gentle with the teeth, or I'll bite ya twice as hard…" He added when he felt Spy's fangs grazing his skin. "Gettin' hot?" 

The teeth gently retracted and one kiss landed on Sniper's neck. He then pushed the blanket away from Spy, revealing the pyjamas of the man laying on him as if his life depended on it. Spy resumed his scratching of Sniper's chest with his head laying right under the Aussie's ear. Pearl lay on the Aussie's chest too and started kneading it as well.

"Look at both of you… Spook, I swear you're just a big cat." 

"Miaou." He answered with a smile. "And you? You are a wolf."

[Meow]

"A wolf?" 

"Oui."

"But wolves live in packs. I spend my time alone." 

"Are you?" Spy asked and Sniper looked down on his chest again. He saw both Spy gently grazing his skin with his nails and Perle purring and kneading her paws there.

"Eh, maybe you're right." He finally said. 

"Of course I am." The arrogant Frenchie said. "But please tell me." 

"Yeah?" 

"What do you like in me?" He asked.

"Pff, as if you hadn't heard it a billion times."

"Oh, I did, but never from you, with your own words, your voice." 

"Someone really has a thing for my voice, huh?" 

One kiss on his neck. 

"Does that work whatever I say?" He asked. 

"There is only one way to find out." Spy answered and the Aussie chuckled. 

"Right then, listen here…" Sniper let his voice be as hoarse as possible. "If you take some water and gently boil it in a saucepan, yeah? Add a pinch of salt to it all, mh, yeah, just like that, now drop a couple of eggs there, gently… Yeah, that's good… Now wait about six minutes and you get hard boiled eggs."

Sniper waited to get a reaction from Spy, an irritated "Bushman!" or anything similar, but it never came. Instead, Spy pushed his nails deeper in the Aussie's skin and stuck his pelvis to him before gently pushing his teeth against Sniper's neck.

"Oh, bugger…" Sniper could feel that the Frenchman was dealing with something else, something that prevented his blood from flowing all the way up to his head, and that's why he hadn't complained. "That much?" He asked and felt one long and lingering kiss down his neck. "I had no idea… I've only just told you how to boil an egg, bloody hell!"

Spy didn't answer other than just pushing his pelvis a bit more against Sniper. 

"Guess that's a yes then…" 

One other long kiss and Sniper chuckled. 

"You're weird, Spook…" 

"As if." The other one answered. 

"As if what?" 

"You too have some buttons that, if I press them right, would make you melt." 

"Yeah, but tellin' me how to boil an egg's not gonna do it for me, eh?" 

"It is not the recipe that got to me, but the voice." Spy explained.

"I know, it's just funny that it works for ridiculous stuff." 

One kiss on his neck and Sniper felt Spy's gentle, hot breath and his lips lingering there. He smiled. 

"Meow…" Perle moved away from Sniper's hand and lay on Spy's lower back. 

"Sniper?" 

"Yeah?"

Sniper waited for an answer and received three kisses below his ear. He blushed and his smile widened. 

"Me too." He answered, lacing both arms around his lover and kissing his brow. "Wanna get up and do somethin'?" 

"Non. I want to stay here." Spy buried his head deep in Sniper's neck. 

"Alright then, lazy mornin' it is…" The Aussie's hand gently brushed his lover's back. One was in pyjamas, the other had slept bare chested with a pair of boxer shorts. 

"Unless you had plans?" Spy asked. "Maybe there is some prey to hunt in the desert that calls for you louder than my affection." 

"Nah, don't worry. The more lovey you are, the more I want to stay with you here. Besides, we don't have to work today so that's nice."

Spy could feel the small weight of his fluffy cat on his back, and her tail along his spine. Soon, he felt her paws gently knead him. He let her do and smiled. 

He remembered asking Sniper about that strange behaviour a few days before. The Aussie had explained that the lady cat did that only to people she felt comfortable with. It was a gesture that kittens do very often to pressure their mother's milk out of them and make it easier to drink. Cats keep that gesture with them as they grow, as a comfort thing. 

And so Perle was kneading the Frenchman's backside and purring. 

"Pearl, what're you doin' over there?" Sniper asked and Spy raised his head and turned to see. If Sniper was asking, surely she was doing something different and he had been mistaken. But non, Spy was correct, she was just kneading his behind. "Don't knead Spy's arse." 

"Meow." 

"'Cause that's mine." Sniper answered. "I know you saw it before me but I can't have anyone else touch that, alright?" 

Spy bit his lip with a shy smile.

"Meow?"

"Why? You'll get it when you find yourself a Mister Pearl." Sniper answered. "Also, this isn't how you do it."

"Meow." Perle slithered out of the room and left the middle-aged lovebirds alone. 

"See, to do it right, you need a hand with five fingers, and it needs to be bigger than your little paw… You then gently slide it here…" Sniper's hand slipped under the Frenchman's pyjamas trousers. "See? Now you can grab it and it's the perfect size to just fit in my hand, hold on." Sniper slid his other hand in and grabbed the softness that he liked so much with two open palms. His fingers closed on it and Spy shifted to be lying completely on top of Sniper. That gave the Aussie easy and good access. 

"Now that you have it all in your hands, you wanna gently squeeze it."

Spy moaned under the touch that sent sparks along his legs, switching them off completely. 

"See? When you hear that, that means he likes it, a bit like a purr. Now sqwish it slow and good, yeah?" 

Spy's breath now followed the rhythm set by Sniper's hands grasping and releasing. He moaned with a clenched jaw.

"And if you feel like it, you can even…" Sniper slid his hands now underneath the Frenchman's underwear and on his bare skin. Spy's lips parted and he moaned with an open mouth, groaning and blushing in shame afterwards. "There we are… That's music to my ears…" 

He went on kneading, massaging, playing until the Frenchman's hips started waving on their own, as the Frenchman had his short and pristine nails deep in the tanned skin he liked so much. 

"Sweatin' already, eh?" 

Spy moaned for an answer and Sniper chuckled. 

"Right, I can stop if you wanna go back to a lazy mornin'?"

Two kisses landed on Sniper's neck and the Aussie pulled harder to make Spy's head jerk up to him. Their lips collided and the morning became much less lazy. 

[theimpossiblescheme]

How We’re Made

@ride-a-dromedary has been putting thoughts into my brain again, so I have come to regale you with the product of one of our conversations--some philosophical father-daughter fluff between Alonzo and Jemima.  I hope everyone enjoys!

Jemima had developed a habit of sitting on the old car boot long after dark. Usually she came back down to the den after a couple of hours to curl up and sleep, but tonight she’d been gone for much longer.  When the half-asleep Munkustrap groaned out how worried he was, Alonzo quietly assured him he’d take care of it and crawled out through the roof opening.  There in the center of the Junkyard, just as always, sat Jemima.  Knees pulled up to her chest, chin resting over her paws.  Staring up at the moon as if she wanted to ask it a billion questions, but couldn’t decide on which one to ask first.  It always caused a faint ache in Alonzo’s chest seeing her… Demeter used to sit like that on the rare occasions she was let out of her crate at the Mouser’s Palace.  When she didn’t have to fear the henchcats or some summons from Macavity, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid.

“Late night, huh?” Alonzo ventured, keeping his voice low as he sidled up to the car and leaned against the bumper.  When Jemima didn’t answer, he decided to tentatively press his luck.  “Mind if I join you?”

This time, Jemima shrugged, and it was as good an opening as any. Careful not to let his claws squeak against the metal, Alonzo climbed up and sat next to her, giving her enough space to move closer or farther away if she wanted to.  The London light pollution made the sky a muddy reddish-brown and blocked out all the stars, but the moon still hung above them like a human coin on a string.  In a city where there was barely even any grass, it was the one natural thing… maybe that was why Jemima loved it so much.  He couldn’t say he blamed her.

After a moment, he turned his gaze back on his daughter.  “So what are you thinking about tonight?”

Jemima didn’t answer right away.  She buried her face in the crooks of her arms for a few seconds before turning her head very slightly towards him.  “Can I say without you getting angry at me?”

Why would he ever be angry at her?  She couldn’t help her thoughts, even the bleaker ones… but what he said out loud was, “Yeah.  Yeah, of course you can.”

Her head didn’t move, but her wide brown eyes dropped to her back paws as she spoke again.  “I’ve been thinking about my—Macavity… about him being my real father.”

My real father… even if it was true, it stung to hear.  Alonzo had been there from the very beginning, watched her open her eyes and take her first steps on untrustworthy ground.  And Munkustrap had opened his home and heart for her the moment she made it to the Junkyard.  The two of them and Demeter had loved her since she was a gleam in the Everlasting Cat’s eye.  Where had Macavity been all that time?  But this time all he said out loud was, “Oh.”

“I went and talked to Aunt Bomba since she… she also knew him.  She said that—that he wasn’t always bad. That he could be kind of mean sometimes, but not all the time.  Before he became the Mystery Cat.”  Jemima’s eyes lifted back up to his.  “Is that true?”

It was Alonzo’s turn to shrug, an uncomfortable shift of his shoulders. “I guess I wouldn’t know.  I only ever knew him as the Mystery Cat.  But I guess that makes sense—after all, nobody’s born bad.”  It certainly fit in with the stories he’d heard from Munkustrap about the impetuous, hot-headed little tyrant the younger Macavity had been.  He sounded awful, but in the sort of way a lot of kittens could be awful.  Not the despotic way that led you to hold queens prisoner out of some insane jealousy and bargain with any other cats’ lives for the fun of it.  “You’re never… destined at birth to ruin anyone’s lives.”

“You really think that’s true?”

“Yeah, I do.  Every cat’s got a family and all—they had to care about somebody once.  Even if they don’t care anymore.”

Jemima’s head tilted even farther up, her small brow furrowing.  “What do you think could make sombody… stop caring about anyone?”

“…I don’t know,” Alonzo said honestly.  Then after a moment’s thought—"Power, I guess.  Wanting to be so important that you think everybody else is less than you. Not worrying about who gets hurt just as long as you get what you want.  A lot of cats sort of… lose their minds that way, I think.  Macavity included.”

Another silence set in.  He could hear the thrum of the neon lights overhead and the faint skritch skritch of Jemima’s claws as they worried at the fur of her shoulder.  And when she finally spoke again, her whisper seemed almost unnervingly loud.

“… Do you ever think that I could be like that?”

Alonzo’s blood ran cold for a second before building to a slow boil.  “Did somebody tell you that?”

“Not really,” Jemima replied, averting her eyes again.  “But I hear some of the grown-ups talking.  They get all quiet around me whenever they talk about my—Macavity, and they look… they look scared of me.”

The ache in Alonzo’s chest returned even as his blood cooled.  He knew exactly what looks she meant—the apprehensive little glances between Jenyanydots and Jellylorum when she first came to the healer’s den.  The pitying note in some of the elders’ voices when Jemima came up in conversation. They never meant anything by it, but he could imagine how they must look to a frightened kitten.  Admittedly, he’d probably given his fair share of glances and whispers when Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer first came back to the Tribe. “I don’t think they’re scared of you,” he said carefully, choosing his words one by one so she might understand. “I think they’re scared for you—of everything you’ve got to deal with.  You’re really special, you know?  You’ve got a he—heck of a gift, and we don’t wanna see anyone take you away from us.  Especially not Macavity.”

But Jemima didn’t look convinced.  “I got my magic from him, right?” she asked, her voice dull.  Usually any mention of her magic came with a note of awe and wonder, even some excitement, but it was totally missing now. “You don’t have powers, and neither do Mum or Dad… it’s all from him.”  She gripped her shoulders tighter, claws starting to dig in.  “So I’ve got some of him inside me.  Maybe that’s what they’re afraid of… because if he didn’t start out bad, maybe—”

“Hey.  Hey, listen to me.”  Taking her paws as gently as he could, even as he felt he could burst at any second, Alonzo pulled them away from herself and held them tightly.  “Everything you are, Jem—your gift, your voice, your friends—they’ve all got nothing to do with him.  Everything that makes you special, everything we love about you, it’s all you. Did Macavity teach you how to sense how other cats are feeling?”

“No, that was Cori and Tanto—”

“And did Macavity find your favorite blanket and sing you to sleep every night?”

“That was you and Mum—”

“And did Macavity give you your collar and teach you how to defend yourself if you needed to?”

“Dad did that—”

“And did Macavity immediately decide Etcetera and Victoria were his best friends as soon as he met them?”

That one got a little giggle out of her, as if she couldn’t possibly imagine it.  “No, I did that.”

“You see?  Macavity’s got nothing to do with you.  It’s all just you and the cats who love you.  He might be your father by blood, but at the end of the day blood doesn’t mean anything unless it’s coming out of you.”  He ducked his head down so he could look her directly in the eye.  “Do you ever want to turn bad and hurt other cats because you think you’re more important?”

Jemima instantly paled beneath her fur.  “N-No, of course not!”

“Then you won’t.”  Letting go of one paw, Alonzo cupped one of his under her chin and gave her the most encouraging smile he could.  “Macavity doesn’t get to choose.  You do. And call me crazy, but I’ve got a pretty good feeling about you.”

And at long last, Jemima looked as if she might believe him.  Or at least that she wanted to—her eyes were still downcast as she leaned into his touch, but some of the clouds had cleared from her face.  “Do you think the others will, too?”

“Yeah, I do.”  And giving her a quick nuzzle over her forehead, Alonzo pulled her in for a proper hug, letting her nestle against his side.  “We all love you, kiddo.  We worry about you, but it’s because we love you, that’s all.”

This time, Jemima properly smiled for the first time, and it was enough to calm whatever worries still ran through him.  “I love you, too, Papa.”

[idk-maybe-i-did-it]

Scars: Year five, Chapter six

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Implied eating disorder, swearing, violence, alcoholics, 

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

Did you stay for the end?

Or are you just waiting for a beginning?

Because without her, the boys fear they'll never get either. ________________________________

Lily told me to get a journal to write in.

So here we go.

Dear Diary,

Wait am I allowed to call you Y/n?

I think I would prefer that better, let me restart.

Dear Y/n,

I miss you.

I also punched James earlier.

I'm not sorry.

I can just hear you scolding me about it and I can see you asking James what he did.

I know he didn't mean to knock you out, I just... I can't help it Y/n.

It hurts too much to do anything now and now that you're in a coma I can't get my daily dose of Y/n wonderfullness. I know that that isn't a real word but I don't care.

Goodbye for now my love, Please wake up tomorrow. ________________________________

" You comin Remus?"

James leaned out of the door and looked at the boy still sitting on the windows ledge.

" Not today James... I'm not hungry."

The boy signed and moved over to where he sat, squatting next him.

" Remus you haven't eaten in three days. Y/n wouldn't want this, she would want to see you happy and with food in your stomach. Come on Re, just one meal, for Y/n at least?" _______________________________

Good morning darling,

Don't ask about the name, I'm just trying something's out for when you wake up.

Anyway, I still miss you. I miss you every waking second of the day and I miss you like the sun misses the moon at day-rise.

Sirius says I need to eat more but I think I'm fine.

I got mad at Malfoy earlier and broke his nose.

James covered for me and punched him so it would look like he did it. I'm still not sorry for punching him last week by the way if you're wondering.

Transfiguration was nice. I mean, McGonagall accidentally said your name in class when assigning partners and I had to be excused when I started to cry.

Lily's been helping me with classes and homework recently because I can't focus in class anymore without you here. Kayla actually came to our dorm earlier this week too and dropped off your trunk and other stuff. I put it all by my stuff at the end of the bed.

Sorry Love, I have to go, James just came in.

Goodbye Y/n, Wake up soon. _______________________________

Hello angel,

I know I just put an insert to this yesterday but I had something else to tell you today.

Earlier Sirius went out to do a detention and It was just James and Peter and Me in the dorm. Peter wanted me to see something outside so we went and sat on the window ledge outside of our window where Sirius goes to smoke at night.

Do you remember when we used to sit there and watch the sun go down while I held you in my arms?

Well Peter wanted to watch the sunset and I ended up crying while James and Pete sat beside me and hugged me.

James said that it's important to remember that I need to wait out for you.

I'm really starting to miss you Y/n.

Sirius says that I shouldn't be worried because he knows you're a stubborn ass who always comes back but I'm starting to doubt that.

Please come back love, I miss you ________________________________

" Remus can you put down the book for a moment?"

" Lily you're the one who told me to start it-'

" I know that Remus and you're a lot better now because of it but you also never put it down." ________________________________

Lily says I spend too much time writing to you because I write in class too sometimes.

I've only written about a third of the journal so far and it's been two weeks since you, y'know... but I think that it doesn't matter because I feel like I can talk to you all the time in here. Like I used to be able to talk to you all the time...

Of course I don't do this during my prefect rounds but I wish I could.

Goodbye button I love you, But please wake up soon. ________________________________

" Moony we won!"

" We bloody won Remus! We won!" ________________________________

Sirius and James won the Quidditch cup yesterday and made me go to the party.

I'm so sorry love.

I'm sorry...

I know you wouldn't've wanted me to drink but I did... I drank a lot.

I realized what I was doing about an hour in and went upstairs to take a shower and cry.

I really am sorry love, you hate alcohol.

I ended up wearing the last sweater of mine you wore afterwards. It still smelt like you y'know.

And I finished all my homework so I could tell you about what happened last night.

Anyway, I love you.

I want to press kisses all over your face, I wanna kiss your nose and your temple and I wanna kiss your forehead and I want to kiss your jawline again and I just wanna be able to kiss your lips again love.

Goodnight baby, Wake up soon please. _______________________________

" Come on Remus you gotta go see her. You haven't even visited the hospital wing since what happened."

" Peter I said no. How many times do I have to say it?" ______________________________

Peter got me to visit you today.

He didn't even seem affected when I cried with my head on your stomach. He just grabbed my hand and stayed with me.

I'm really glad he made me go visit you. It made me happier.

I also really miss laying in bed with you, my head on your lap or stomach or chest while you just hummed and kissed my forehead and hands and anywhere you could reach.

I Really miss those days. _____________________________

Hey Y/n!

This is Sirius, James made him start eating his lunch but he wouldn't unless one of us talked to you so here I am. When you wake up you better beat your boyfriends arse because he hasn't been eating much and he looks like he did in third year again and I know you wouldn't like that.

Speaking of your boyfriend, Remus recently got an owl telling him your mum and aunt died so we don't know who you're staying with when you wake up but I think Mrs. Potter has her hands full with both me and James so you'll probably stay with Remus.

Wait I have to give the book back to Remus. Bye sis, Love ya. _______________________________

Hi Y/n,

Your finger twitched today, I almost got my hopes up but Pomfrey said that was usual.

She made me leave to pack my things for the train tomorrow.

I won't be able to visit you over summer break and I don't think I'll be able to tell Mare and Ky and Jamal and Mum and Dad what happened to you.

Speaking of Mare, her and her girlfriend are engaged now. No actually her girlfriend is a boy now. James's parents are going to help fund the wedding whenever it comes. I love you, Please wake up before I come back to school. _______________________________

Today at home Mare was getting me to help pick the seating arrangements and she wrote your name next to mine in the first row.

That was the first time I ever cried in front of her and she didn't know what was wrong so I had to tell her what happened.

Will you wake up soon enough to go with me?

I love you Kitten, Come back to me Y/n. _______________________________

I have to babysit Ky and Jamal later tonight. Maybe I can write something new later Afterwards love. Anyways, I've a new book, Rising Stars is what it's called. Mare Recommended it to me yesterday. I think You're gonna steal it from me when wake up.

Mare's been making me eat more food. Everyone says I should eat more.

But Mare says I look more like myself now.

Love, Remus _______________________________

" Remus can we make cookies?"

The boy's head lolled back onto the couch's frame and Jamal stood on his thighs trying to get him up.

" Pretty please big brother dearest?"

The boy lifted his leg and swiftly sat up, lightly moving the children off of his body as he made to move towards his bedroom.

" Alright, the eight-year old's have it! Just let me get the book-

His sentence cut short at the sight before him.

There, standing outside the screen door of the kitchen, was Y/n.

The woman stood standing, hand in her pocket, arm in a position to knock on the door when she froze and saw Remus standing like a deer in headlights looking at her.

She looked full again.

She looked like Y/n again.

Remus was still staring at her when the two children came and mad ran out from behind him, peeking behind his figure to see who had been outside. Once Jamal and the other saw the girls face they ran for the door and pulled it open, grasping onto her fingers to pull her inside the house they were so exited.

Remus still stood there.

Shocked.

And yet he still stood and watched as she smiled and laughed with the two kids as they pulled her over to where he stood.

He watched as she sneakily slipped her arms under Ky's and pulled him upwards, sitting the kid on her hip as the boy started to mess with her hair.

Remus watched as she looked up at him with a wide grin that showed all her pearly-white teeth and he watched as she walked the last foot keeping them apart and grasped his jaw, pulling him into a kiss.

It took his body a moment to react before he was pulling the girl flush against him and kissing her full force, needing to feel her body, to feel proof that she was back. Just needing to feel her.

He could feel her hands move up to the collar of his shirt and he could feel her smile against his lips, breaking the kiss if only for a moment. His arms rested on the outline of her coat as he pulled it closer to his body, in turn pulling her.

Then he went back to kissing her full force again, his arms wrapped around her waist as he dipped her backwards and grinned.

" Gross."

Their heads snapped back to where Jamal and Ky stood, their noses scrunched up in disgust. Until they saw the smile on Remus's face.

They hadn't seen him smile like that in forever.

So when he went back to pull her into another kiss and when he started to pepper her face in kisses they simply looked away, not ruining the moment and intent on keeping that smile on his lips.

Remus reached behind Y/n and grasped the bag in her arm, grasping her wrist in the process and pulling her along with him to the bedroom.

" Are we still getting our cookies?"

" Yeah!" ________________________________

D'ya still hate me? 😀

Anyway- Nice reunion scene in my opinion.

I know it's not long but if you complain then I will legit show you how many fucks I give, Oh wait, I don't have any. _____________________________ Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food, take screen breaks and remember You Are Loved! ^ - ^

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Lost Hier Job

leverage 2.09

(Sophie opens her curtains and looks out the window. A knock comes to the door and she goes to look through the peep hole, then immediately opens the door)

Sophie: Who's dead?

Nate: No, no. Everybody's okay. Can I...

Sophie: Huh?

Nate: I-I...

(Sophie lets Nate into the room)

Sophie: Oh. Y-You scared the life out of me.

HER FIRST FEAR IS THAT SOMEONE DIED OR GOT HURT

SOPHIE IS THEIR MOM FIRST BEFORE EVERYTHING

- - - - -

Nate: Oh, yeah. No, we're doing fine. I mean, yeah. Everything's, I mean, it kind of went from a quintet to what we are now, a quartet. I mean, it's like, we still know how to play. We sound good, you know. But something is, uh, sounding a little bit, uh, you know, wrong.

Sophie: Huh. Well, I hope that I’m, I really hope I’m not the violist because when I was little, my mum made me have lessons, and I was rubbish. I was completely rubbish. I can't play a note. Not a single note

- - - - -

Tara: Either I am in, or Ruth is out. It's your choice. (walks away)

Nate: They are gonna hate this.

[Leverage HQ]

Eliot: I hate this.

Hardison: You do not let Vicki Vale into the Batcave ever.

Nate: First, this is my home, not a cave. And, second, we're not gonna allow her up here.

Parker: Sophie would never approve. Call her.

Nate: We can't just keep calling Sophie.

Hardison: Oh, okay. I see how it is. We can't call her, but you can go off and have a little secret meeting with her.

Nate: Secret meeting? What are you talking about? I was in Harrisburg, researching a client.

Hardison: Wow, ‘cause you know what? (hits remote and pulls information up on monitor) Your passport got dinged going through Heathrow airport yesterday. Heathrow's in London. I guess you couldn't get a direct flight over to Harrisburg.

Eliot: Well, it's hard when you do the same-day booking.

Hardison: Yeah, 'cause you had to go with the -- Did you realize that London is the home of the most surveillance cameras in the world?

Parker: Really?

Hardison: Who feels like playing "where's Waldo"?

Parker: Oh. Yeah. (raises hand)

Hardison: I do. (hits remote to show video on monitors) Oh. There's Waldo right there. Waldo Ford. Oh, oh. Is that big Ben and you? Wow. You got twins and triplets everywhere. And looky there. 11:18 am standing outside of Sophie’s apartment, Looking quite pensive.

Parker: Aww. He's rehearsing what he's gonna say. I've seen him do that.

Nate: All right, all right, all right, guys. Okay. Yeah. You caught me. I went to London. Yeah. I saw Sophie. And she's not coming back.

Parker: Not now or not ever?

Nate: I don't know. And I don't, I don't think she knows either. So, uh, that's that. Could you please take the...

(Hardison darkens the monitors)

parker wearing that bright yellow flannel? adorable

parker and eliot look DELIGHTED as hardison fucks with nate it’s great

- - - - -

Hardison: Tara Carlisle. She checks out. Civil-Rights lawyer, does a lot of pro bono work. Collects lost causes like kittens.

Eliot: Well, she's honest.

Hardison: Crusader. Incorruptible.

(Tara pulls up and gets out of her car)

Hardison: And one sexy librarian

I saw a headcanon that Tara did actually do this on the side for a living, because, if you think about it, could she really fake a file THAT GOOD to fool hardison, the best hacker in the world

- - - - -

we love to see parker in the vents

- - - - -

EVEN IN P R I S O N HARDISON GETS HIS ORANGE SODA

- - - - -

(Frank slides the back from a photo to find a Nazi flag and a photo of Hitler. He carries it over to where Orson is standing between Hardison and Eliot)

Hardison: My god, he is Aryan nation

LMFAO

- - - - -

(Blanchard enters room reading a file. He looks up to see Nate on a ladder tearing pages from a law book and clears his throat. Nate looks over at him)

can someone PLEASE make a compilation of nate’s characters being obnoxious and chaotic pretty please

- - - - -

parker’s sMOOTH exit from the vents into a flip I am in LOVE with her

- - - - -

Hardison: I tied the adoption-Reference number to the medical records of one of Parker's aliases. Social security, taxes, long record of drug offenses. Anybody short of the CIA is gonna believe that is Kimball’s daughter.

he’s so good at this I love it

- - - - -

(hiding behind a broken crate, Lind points a gun at Parker and Hardison. Eliot sees this as he approaches)

Eliot: Nate!

(Lind fires, shattering the passenger’s side window. Eliot runs forward, bends to pick up a rock, and throws it at Lind, hitting him in the head. He fires again, shooting out the tire as Nate runs around the car. Lind swings the gun at Eliot, who catches it. Lind punches Eliot in the stomach and Eliot hits Lind in the face with the gun. Eliot throws the gun down as Lind stumbles back for more)

Eliot: Come on!

(Lind swings, Eliot ducks and hits Lind in the ribs, then pushes him away. Lind turns around and swings but Eliot blocks his punches, grabbing him and throwing him to the ground. Lind gets up and looks at the gun. Eliot picks up the gun)

Eliot: You want this?

(Lind holds up his hands and moves away, running. Nate and Parker move out from behind the car. Eliot unloads the gun and tosses it aside)

when eliot sees the sniper and is terrified? when he manages to pick up a rock and nail the sniper in the face with it while running? his FURY when he’s fighting him? he’ll do anything to protect his family

- - - - -

(Eliot and Parker walk past a sunglasses vendor. Eliot bumps a table for a distraction and Parker grabs two pairs of sunglasses, handing one to Eliot)

Eliot: Are you kidding me? (puts on the glasses) Look at this.

THEYRE SO IN SYNC I LOVE IT

also married complaining about the style of the sunglasses? we love to see it

- - - - -

(Eliot and Parker run through a hallway)

Parker: We're cut off. We're gonna have to get rough.

Eliot: I ain't hitting cops.

(a noise from behind has them looking back)

Parker: I look forward to seeing you explain that

remember that one commentary with john rogers where he said in this scene beth changed her lines/energy to more of a kinky vibe that made the scene that much better? because I do and boy was this scene charged with something interesting

- - - - -

Eliot: All right. Be cool.

(Eliot unloads the gun and catches the bullet)

Eliot: All right. Nothing's gonna happen to anybody. Just settle down.

(The officer raises a stun gun that Eliot knocks out of his hand and Parker catches)

Eliot: You’re not using a stun gun either

(Eliot pushes the officer back and Parker points the stun gun at the officer)

Eliot: Hold on. Stop. Chill. All right? Nobody's gonna get hurt.

(another officer steps out behind Parker, his gun raised)

Officer: Drop it!

(Parker points the stun gun under her arm and hits the officer, knocking him down)

Eliot (to Parker): Seriously? What are you doin’?

Parker: Mmm.

Eliot (to officer): Listen, it's probably best if you pretend that you never saw us. Okay?

(Eliot and Parker move down the hall past the fallen officer. Parker triggers the stun gun again)

Eliot: Stop

parker loves tasing people and eliot is exhausted

- - - - -

Nate: Hey, Parker, forget about the hearing. I need you to do something else.

(Parker pulls files from the safe in Blanchard’s office, proudly kissing it)

SHES BABY YOUR HONOR

- - - - -

Blanchard: What the hell is this? Hey, you don't understand!

(the officers drag Blanchard to the exit)

Blanchard: These people are thieves! I don’t even think that one’s a lawyer!

someone also make a compilation of their marks swearing they’re not who they say they are. I just think it’s funny and chaotic

- - - - -

parker hardison and eliot all walk in together (TOGETHER)

also both parker and eliot are wearing flannel

- - - - -

Parker: I bet you're not even a lawyer.

Tara: Oh. Sophie was right. You are adorable.

Parker: Excuse me?

(Eliot, Parker and Hardison talk angrily at her for several moments as Nate reads what’s in the envelope)

some highlights that I was able to hear from all of them talking over each other:

- Eliot: Don’t comment and say that kinda stuff. You don’t know us at all.

- Hardison: Woah, you’re overstepping here

- Parker: You don’t get to call me adorable. You don’t get to say that.

basically the boys jump to her defense and I love it

also SOPHIE CANONICALLY TOLD TARA PARKER WAS ADORABLE THATS SO SWEET

- - - - -

Hardison: Whoa, whoa, hold up. Mnh-Mnh. Hold up, hold up. What is this?

Tara: Oh, it’s a bill, for my cut of the inheritance. Hey, I’m not a candy striper. This is my job.

(Eliot, Hardison and Parker look at Nate, who nods)

Tara: There. See? We're getting paid already. It's gonna be fun.

[colorsicantsee]

Seblaine- Present Day (June/Year1)

Para: All's Well That Ends Well To End Up With You

Rating: PG-13..

Pairing: Seblaine.

Sebastian: @colorsicantsee

Blaine: @twoblueheartslocked

Time: Year One: Present Day- June. About a month after- I Don’t Wanna End It When We’re Only Just Beginning; Part ONE and Part TWO.

Location: Brooklyn, New York

Info:  Sebastian knows how lonely Blaine can get when he’s gone so he surprises him with a trip to the Animal Shelter. Blaine makes a new friend and starts to think he might not be giving enough of himself to his wonderful person.

Warnings: This particular para includes- Brief mentions of sexual situations and mentions of past abuse. This rp as a whole mentions past abuse(Physical, mental and sexual), possible unwanted sexual situations, anxiety, depression, negative body image, drug use, alcohol use, cussing, death(parents).

Extra Warnings: (This RP is not Kurt Hummel friendly. You’ve all been warned.)

Title taken from-Taylor Swift- Lover

NOTES: Some canon events remain in place while others have been changed. Some things may even be out of order. You can consider this sort of canon divergent AU. A few changes are that Blaine’s parents are different from the show (His mother is Filipina), he didn’t cheat on Kurt or date Dave and Sebastian is younger than Blaine. Feel free to send a message if you have any questions!

Under Cut for length.  As usual the para’s are mostly unedited.

 Sebastian’s POV:

Things had been okay. Sebastian was getting his school work done and hadn’t touched alcohol in months. Blaine was going to work and therapy sessions regularly. The two of them had been comfortable and open with each other and things were just...calm. Calm was a feeling that Seb hadn’t known for a long time. Even when he was a teenager and spent his days hanging off of Blaine’s words and soft touches, his emotions  felt so dizzy and intense. Calm was nice, it was welcome and not something he had known he craved for years. 

Though Seb felt some sort of small slice of peace, he wondered if B felt the same way. Of course he knew that his boyfriend was happy and satisfied with their relationship and the way things were going. He knew that Blaine was, to be cliché, fighting an uphill battle mentally. The other man had been through a lot in his young life and Sebastian accepted that. He understood that some things took time to fix and it wasn’t his sole responsibility to stitch up B’s sadness. That didn’t mean he couldn’t help, couldn’t hand the other man the tools. 

Sebastian wasn’t sure where the idea had come from. Maybe he had heard Sarah McLachlan croon from an elevator speaker, maybe it was the grey, grumpy cat that hung around the chip aisle at his local bodega. But, it had popped in Seb’s head that maybe Blaine might benefit from a pet. He had personally never had one, but he had always wanted a dog. He didn’t think he could ever take care of anything but he knew that B would be a natural. 

Seb picked up the phone and shot the other man a quick text. He had made an appointment at the animal shelter nearest Blaine’s place; This Saturday I have a surprise for you. 

The day arrived and Sebastian wouldn’t give in to any of Blaine’s questions or distracting bribery techniques. 

“You’ll see when we get there.” 

They had arrived at the large brick building and he watched his boyfriend’s face as he figured out where they were. 

“Before you say anything, I’m paying all of the fees. I’ll take care of the pet rent, too. I also wanna get everything else you need for you new pet”

 Blaine’s POV:

Blaine felt good. If someone had told him a month ago that he’d feel this good after having one of his worst, irrational panic attacks he’d have mirthlessly laughed in their face. Yet here he was, feeling the best he’d felt in a long time. It was almost alarming. A big part of him was so scared that it was all going to go to shit at any second now, that he’d fall apart and panic over nothing once more and he’d have to beg Seb to help him calm down with reassurances that he already had to begin with. He hated those thoughts, hated that a big part of him still couldn't grasp that he deserved this happiness and that nothing was going to take it away. 

On the other hand there was another part of him that knew he deserved it, knew that things were finally falling into place for him and that he was finally living the kind of life he thought he’d be living when he was a teen. Sure, he still hadn’t ventured out to Sebastian’s apartment in Manhattan yet and a few of his classes were still online, and he was still overworking himself to make up for his guilt over taking Cooper’s money afraid that his big brother might think he was slacking off or didn’t appreciate the loan- even though once he turned twenty-five his parents trust would come through and he’d be okay. Still, he was happy and he wanted to cling to the good feelings and hold them close to his chest in case he ever forgot or to remind him when he had bad days.

He’d been taking his medicine as he should. And even though there was nothing wrong with it he had stopped drinking wine with his meals. He wanted to encourage Sebastian and he’d noticed a difference in how he felt when he woke up in the morning. No more dull headaches or shame over what he might have said while tipsy. He’d been meeting up with his friends more- Sam and David were both surprised when he’d reach out to them to invite them to lunch or even just video games in his apartment. He hadn’t realized how much he was actually neglecting them and it took feeling better to see his errors.

He’d even been trying to call Cooper regularly though his brother was always suspicious when he did so. And of course he’d been spending time with Sebastian. It was like the two of them had just fallen into place with each other, like they just fit and should have always been this way. And as cheesy as it sounded, Blaine was no stranger to cheesy, they just felt meant to be. And that made Blaine feel all the more happy. 

His happiness was edged with nerves and excitement as he sat in Sebastian’s passenger seat and his boyfriend drove them to his surprise. Seb rarely drove, but he had picked him up and had been mum about what they might be doing. Blaine had even pressed a playful kiss to Seb’s favorite spot in his neck to try and get an answer, but all that did was get a wicked grin and a promise for maybe later.  Blaine settled for holding Seb’s hand and trying not to let his brain overwork itself with what it might be. As they pulled up to a big red bricked building with the worlds Animal Rescue in big white letters across the side, Blaine’s heart did a flip as well as his stomach. He turned to look at Seb who had prepared an argument.

“Seb, that’s too much money! I can’t take that!” But once Seb had his mind made up there really was no changing it. He took a deep breath and let his boyfriend lead him into the building, the sounds of dogs barking echoing off the walls and into his ears. Blaine had always wanted a pet growing up, he’d had a puppy when he was very young, but his father proved to be allergic and he was such a busy kid he found it hard to be there for his canine friend. He still remembered his sniffles as his mom and him dove away after dropping him off at his new home. Sure, Blaine was still just as busy, but he had his own space now, and the thought of having something to come home to instead of an empty, lonely apartment sounded wonderful. Sebastian couldn’t just live there.

He was nervous as the person whose name tag read Matthew showed them around and explained how adoption worked. And when they asked Blaine if he’d like to see the dogs or cats first Blaine surprised himself by asking for the cats.

“I’d like to see the cats, if that’s alright?” Matthew smiled and led the two of them into a room where about a dozen cats were free to roam. It was a playroom of sorts, set up to look like trees and leaves. He’d never really seen a place like this before, most of the cats were sad looking and locked up in cages. He found out soon enough that all of the cats in here were kittens and it was better to let them roam and play together. Blaine sat down in one of the chairs so as not to scare them away but  was a little overwhelmed by all the darting fluff and every time he’d settle on one, they’d run away in a blur of white or grey or orange and flip themselves onto one of their playmates. He was just about to ask to see the adult cats when he felt tiny paws on cheek. He looked up and was met with a pair of too large orange eyes in the tiniest black furred body. The little thing was batting at his cheek as if saying- hey, hey I’m here, look at me! It was so small and tucked into one of the little fake leaves that stuck out from the wall, that Blaine had completely missed it at first glance.

“Hey there little one.” Blaine said softly, and reached out to gently pull it into his arms. The kitten instantly stuck his face into Blaine’s and nuzzled against him before batting at one of his curls. Matthew spoke up- “That’s Soot, she’s about six months old, yes, I know she looks so much younger. But, she was born here.  She’s been adopted twice and both times she was brought back. It’s a shame. The first person said it was because her child had accidentally stepped on her because she was too small, and the second one said that his girlfriend didn’t want a black cat because they were “bad luck” and feared if she got out she’d be sacrificed or something. She’s naturally tiny and no one seems to want her. If you ask me they just weren't the right fit for her, and their loss because Soot is the sweetest kitten here. And I think she likes you.”

No one wants her? Blaine’s heart squeezed at the thought of someone hurting this sweet little thing and he had to blink back a swell of emotion as she lifted her head and stuck her nose against his lips as if to kiss him! Her head bobbing like she was drunk. She was probably just smelling him but it almost broke his heart in two and he knew that he wouldn't be leaving without her. She had already snuggled into the crook of his arm and was purring so softly, the vibrations tickling Blaine’s arm. The sensation instantly calmed him. He was half in love already. And even though he was worried about taking Seb’s money he looked up at his boyfriend pleadingly, the words getting stuck in his throat, his eyes bright. His voice was shaky and his emotional display would have embarrassed him  if he were really thinking about it, but all he could think about was her cold little paws pressed against his arm, her tiny claws kneading him slightly.

“I-I do. I mean, I want her. Please, Seb?”

Sebastian’s POV:

Seb had had a feeling that Blaine was going to visit the room where the cats and kittens were kept. From what he understood, cats were pretty low maintenance and despite what people might say, could form loyal bonds with their owners. Plus, B wouldn’t have to take a cat down the many flights of stairs to go outside at random hours of the day. A cat could watch itself while he worked and went to school and even if he ever spent the night at Sebastian’s. 

Blaine’s eyes lit up when they walked into the room covered in acrobatic leaves and man made branches for the cats to climb and lounge on. Sebastian crouched on the floor next to where his boyfriend sat and observed the tiny creatures wrestle and bathe themselves. The older cats that were awake in the cages meowed and pressed their wet noses against the bars trying to get Matthew’s attention. They were probably looking for some new food, he thought to himself.

He hadn’t even caught the moment that the little black ball of fur ended up in his boyfriend’s arms. It seemed as if the two of them had known each other for years, the little thing was emitting little trills of pleasure as it worked its claws into his sleeve. B’s eyes were glossy when the attendant mentioned that Soot had been returned a few times. Sebastian bit his lip and knew that this was the one. 

“Of course. This is the whole reason we came.” He smiled at his boyfriend and reached over so the kitten could sniff his fingers.  Sebastian looked up at Matthew, “Where do we fill out the papers and pay the fees? She’s ours.”

Soot was loaded into a cardboard box with little holes poked in the side. She didn’t like it and kept poking her black nose through and basically screaming at them to let her out. Blaine filled out all of the paper work with giddy energy and Sebastian handed over his card for them to swipe. He hadn’t been worried about how much it would be but she was surprisingly cheap since she had been brought back a couple times. 

Sebastian wrapped an arm around Blaine as he clutched the noisy box in his arms. He sat in the passenger seat smiling as he gently held onto his new pet’s carrier. They drove around for a few minutes before they found a pet store. 

“Don’t be shy in here. There’s no limit.” 

Blaine blushed and began to protest.

“You need litter, a cat box. Food, she obviously needs some toys, too. Don’t forget about a water dish.”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine’s heart fluttered against his ribcage, a feeling he couldn’t quite place fell over him when he heard Sebastian say ‘She’s ours’. She was theirs now. They had done something big together. He let out a little laugh and fought the urge to pull Seb into a thank you kiss right in front of Matthew. He nodded, barely believing that he was actually going to get to take a living creature home with him and as he signed the paperwork and Sebastian paid he felt even happier than he had when the day started and that was saying something considering he didn’t think he could feel any happier. Instead of something terrible throwing a wrench into his joy he’d been gifted the most adorable thing. 

Blaine settled back against Sebastian’s comforting arm as his boyfriend drove away so they could shop for her. She sat on his lap in her little cardboard crate, screaming for attention and slipping her tiny little paw out through the holes before shoving her nose through it. She did this over and over again.  Blaine pet her nose and her paws to calm her, but didn’t let her out for fear that she’d get lost in the car. He was so excited, he couldn’t wait to share his apartment with her. Wondered if she’d like his music, or if she would sit in the window and stalk birds, wondered if she’d cuddle up on his pillow as he slept. He realized then that the thought of Sebastian having to go home and leave him alone for the night later on wasn’t as hard to stomach as it had been the day before. Of course he hated that part. When Seb couldn’t stay because of early classes or whatnot. He wanted his boyfriend there all the time, he felt safer and more whole, had gotten used to letting Seb’s arms be around him, letting his hands touch him without tensing up and he loved it, but maybe, just maybe, with Soot in the picture he wouldn’t stay up too late wishing he wasn’t alone. Maybe she’d help take the edge off his nighttime loneliness away.

The store welcomed animals so he was able to put her little crate into the cart Seb had gotten for him and he was thankful, couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her out in the car. He was still nervous about the cost, animals were not cheap and he was on his own now, Cooper’s year of “free” rent was pretty much up and almost all of his extra money went into his apartment and food. He knew he was lucky, most college kids had to stay in dorms or be extremely well off to make it like this. But when Cooper had helped get him out of his horrible situation with Kurt, a dorm wasn’t an option. They both knew Blaine couldn’t handle all of those people around him, couldn’t handle a stranger in his room. His severe anxiety wouldn’t let him. Maybe luck wasn’t the right word actually considering, but either way, Blaine got to live alone and that money added up. He hadn't gotten a pet in the first place despite desperately wanting company that couldn’t hurt him over the last year and a half because he couldn’t afford it. It was like Seb had read his mind, finding thoughts that Blaine himself didn’t really think of often. 

“Seb, this is all going to add up. Are you sure?” Seb was sure and Blaine had to really look at him before he let himself put anything in the cart. He meant what he said. He’d help. And Blaine would find a way to come up with vet money so he could get her fixed, he’d find a way. Even though he had a feeling Sebastian would try and help with that too. Over the next half hour he and Seb had managed to get her about twelve new toys ranging from mice to a wand with a fish on the end to a scratching post with a fuzzy heart hanging off of it. She had a giant bag of food meant for kittens under a year old, a food bowl, water dish, litter box,  and a little red collar with a bell so small Blaine was sure he’d never hear it.  The total was too much, and Blaine instantly felt like a bad cat dad because he wouldn’t have been able to afford that if he were doing this on his own. But when he voiced it Seb shook his head and reminded him that this was a present.

On the way back to his apartment Blaine made the appropriate call to inform his landlord that he’d gotten a cat and that he’d bring in the money first thing. He tried not to cringe when he was told the deposit price. It’s a gift, Blaine. Let him do this for you. He made it through the call without much resistance, the landlord seemed hesitant at first, but since they didn’t have a no pet policy she had no choice but to let him do it. The two of them set up the little apartment before letting the little lady out of her crate and Blaine made sure the bathroom door was shut so she couldn’t go hide there. He wished he had a door to his bedroom, but it was so small there weren’t many places she could go. She let him put her new collar on without struggle, pressed her forehead against his cheek and squirmed to be let down. She sniffed around the room, and made her way across the small apartment, poking her nose in everything before settling on her food, took a bite, then a drink and then promptly darted across the living room floor and dived right into the scratching post and busied herself playing with the fuzzy heart hanging off of it. He couldn’t help but laugh from his spot on the couch. They were quiet for a moment as they watched her play.

“I think I’ll keep the name. I mean look at her, she looks like a soot spot against the wood floor. It’s pretty perfect.” He paused, his eyes glued to her little body. She was playing so hard, it was like she hardly noticed she had been taken to a completely new place. She seemed at home, and when Blaine clicked his tongue against his teeth and said her name softly in a high voice, she actually came over to him and rubbed her scent all over his hand and leg, she went and did the same to Sebastian before once again darting and diving. This time at once of the little mice. She flipped onto her back and she rabbit kicked it before doing it all again, her micro bell tinkling as she moved. Guess he could hear it after all.

Blaine was fucking obsessed. 

“God, I can’t believe no one wanted her. “ He finally turned his gaze to Seb and reached out to take his hand, linking their fingers together. He scooted so he was close to him, his hand sliding up to his chin to bring his face down to his before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He did it again, his own lips slipping into a small, bright smile. 

“Thank you. You have no idea how happy this has made me. I-I didn’t think… well, I didn’t know I needed this. I still feel like it’s too much money… But, I’m gonna accept it, she’s perfect.”

 Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian helped Blaine unpack all of Soot’s new toys. He helped set up the cat box and insisted on pouring the litter even though he had never done it before. I mean, how hard could it be? A  giant puff of grey dust surprised him and made him cough and flail a little bit. The scene had made Blaine laugh, though and that had made the mess worth it. 

Soot seemed to fall into an easy playful mode immediately. She looked like she had always belonged in the apartment. The two of them watched her, laughing at her ridiculous belly flops and wobbly jumps. 

“I think the name is perfect. She’s like a little smudge.” Sebastian pressed in closer to Blaine’s side. He could not only see his boyfriend’s happiness but he could feel it radiate off of him. Sebastian felt pleased. B now had a little companion to warm the lonely nights he had to be away, to hold on to when he felt upset. 

Blaine never had to come home to an empty apartment again. Seb thought that that sounded great, his own empty apartment felt cold and haunted at times. Not literally, of course (he’d fucking move.) but by the past. The stench of vodka would sweep by him when he felt bored. Sometimes his sheets didn’t feel clean enough, seemed matted with bad nights and past lovers. He was thankful that Blaine didn’t have to experience that, that he could walk into the tinkle of a little jingle bell and the flash of orange eyes looking for their food bowl to be filled. 

Sebastian shook his thoughts away and focused on the kitten again. “I’m glad. You guys are a perfect match.” He pressed into the kiss, he could feel Blaine’s smile against his lips. Sebastian loved that feeling. 

“You’re welcome.” He wanted to insist that the money didn’t matter but didn’t want to come across as braggy. Sebastian found that his careless feelings about spending offended some people. He used to not care, would swipe his card with a smirk and casually mention his big purchases. Seb had grown so fucking annoyed by himself after he started getting cleaned up. He had become better and knew that B spent a lot of time worrying about money. Sebastian found it better to just let that part of the conversation go. “Always glad to help. I wanted to do this.”

“Do you think she’ll tucker herself out soon?”

Blaine’s POV:

“You wanted to make me the happiest man ever? God, you’re so good to me, I really don’ t know that I deserve it.” He smiled up at Seb after their shared kisses, relishing in the simplicity of the moment. He wondered if Sebastian ever thought of getting a pet himself, he wondered how big his apartment was. Sure, it was New York, but as he knew, Seb had money and his parents never taught him to shy away from it. Did his home ever get lonely too? Blaine had never even been there before. Had a hard time imagining himself there, letting himself be touched or kissed there, or undressed and bare. Because it wasn’t a space of comfort that he’d built himself. And spending too much time in Manhattan was difficult for Blaine to think about, sure, he knew how to avoid Kurt, knew his spots, knew Rachel’s spots. He’d known how to avoid Seb for three years before this too. But there were so many memories attached to the place, bad ones. Spots where Kurt would drag him and then humiliate him. So many places to avoid.  It was also the place where you and Seb reconnected, he reminded himself. You managed to go to that Warbler party, you could totally go to his apartment. 

God, everything with them really had happened just so fast. Both times they’d been together and Blaine knew, without a shadow of doubt that Sebastian was the only person he’d ever want to touch him again.  He still tensed up sometimes, still loved that Seb showed his hands before reaching for him even though they’d done so much together, it helped him. He still got nervous before intimate moments. They’d had sex a couple more times since he’d panicked and he loved every minute together. He trusted Sebastian and only Sebastian with his body and even more, his mind. He knew that he always had trusted him and maybe that meant that he could trust himself to be intimate in a new place. Sebastian’s  space. The man had just given Blaine an incredible gift that he otherwise couldn’t afford and had uprooted himself to spend all of his free time over here, in a shitty small Brooklyn apartment in a shitty neighborhood. Blaine felt he needed to give him more. Why was the thought so hard?

He looked over at the kitten, Soot was still hopping around, her little paws making the daintiest sounds on his scuffed wood floors as she jumped and landed on her feet. Little Soot showed no sign of stopping, but then again, from what he knew about cats and the countless animal videos he’d watched over the years to cheer himself up the creatures seemed to play hard and then promptly pass out like a loaf of bread.

“I don’t know, she’s going pretty hard though.” He reached out and grabbed the stick with the fish on the end and she instantly started to chase it. She grew bored when Blaine wasn’t fast enough on wiggling the string and pounced over to a new mouse, and as the two of them laughed at her, she visibly started to slow and then she  sat down on her tummy, hiding the mouse under her little body and then she tucked her paws under her chest like they were cold, then her eyes started to close and she was purring loudly as she fell asleep, her head pressed into the scratching post mat.

“Well, I guess there’s your answer… I mean, could you imagine falling asleep that fast? And we’ll never be that fucking comfortable.” Blaine chuckled, looking back up at Seb in amazement, his smile so big his cheeks kind of hurt from the happiness.

And there it was- the tiniest bit of clean litter dust clinging to Sebastian’s cheek and it reminded Blaine of the snowflake that had clung to Seb’s cheek that nerve wracking, miserably bittersweet New Year’s Eve night on a Manhattan rooftop, six short months ago. The night that had set this whole relationship back into motion. The night that un-paused their story and dusted off their beautiful and imperfectly perfect  book cover and set them back on their path. He sometimes wondered what would have happened if he didn’t accept, how bad off would he be now? He took a deep breath and reached out to brush his thumb over the spot. His skin tingling as he brushed it away. It wasn’t as pretty as a snowflake, but the way it had gotten there had made him laugh and he wanted to hold onto this moment just as close as the snowflake moment. That night could have ended them in further disaster, but Blaine had taken a chance because Seb had done the same and had reached out. 

They had come so far since that night and yet it felt like they’d always been here. The four years they spent apart were the worst ones of Blaine’s life, and while it wasn’t just because they were apart, there were many factors, but not being together was a big one. A mistake that had cost them greatly. As he leaned against his boyfriend now, in this moment, he knew that he’d made the right choice in accepting Seb’s invitation after that night. He bit his bottom lip, his smile taking him out of his what- could- have- happened memories and putting him back in the now because Seb was here and there present day choice had gotten them this far. The ‘what ifs’ didn’t matter anymore.

“You had cat litter stuck to your cheek.” He tried to laugh but his voice came out a bit breathy. “I know you can’t stay tonight, and I’m okay with that, I’ll have great company and it’ll feel a little better here. But, you don’ t have to leave just yet do you?” He felt selfish even asking, he knew Seb had a lot of studying to do and that he studied better in his own place without distraction. “I mean, just for a few more hours? We don’t have to do anything big. We could just hang out? I can make us dinner and we could watch one of your trashy shows you love so much. Just for two hours even, maybe by then she’ll be awake and I'll have some entertainment.” He tried to keep his tone teasing, but Seb had done so much for him today and he didn’t want him to go yet. So he laughed and then swallowed, working himself up for his next question. 

“And maybe soon, um, like in the next month or so I could, well, maybe spend the weekend at your place? I could make you your first home cooked meal in your actual house. You could show me your favorite spots around your part of town, I mean, we’re always here. Your place is just as important as mine.” He gave a smile showing he meant it, his thumb tracing over Seb’s long fingers in a comforting rhythm to the sounds of his cat's sweet purrs. It may have seemed a simple request, but it was a big deal for him and Seb knew that because Blaine had never asked to go before, and Seb had never asked him there either. They both knew it would be a task creating a new comfort space for Blaine to be in and for Seb to share his life. But their relationship was more than this apartment and this part of New York, it was everywhere and Blaine wanted to show that. 

 It was out there now and he found he didn’t want to take it back.

 Sebastian’s POV:

“I wish I could just imagine what it felt like to fall asleep that fast.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and watched the peaceful scene. “Your floor is a mess. I guess you better get used to it. There’s probably no need in picking it up, right? It’s really taking a lot for me to just...not start picking all of those mice up.”  He laughed, “maybe we should get a tote or something for all of this crap.” 

Sebastian could sense the change in Blaine’s honied eyes. He thumb brushed against his cheek, reminiscent of a snowy New Year’s Eve. He would have felt mortified for having fucking cat litter on his face if it weren’t for the look on the other man’s face. Blaine looked hopeful and was looking at Seb like he was the most perfect thing his eyes had ever fallen upon. Normally he’d say something sarcastic or witty but no words fell from his usually silver tongue. God, Blaine could make him feel so much better with just a glance of those damn eyes, the color of dead leaves, chrysanthemums, and sun tea.  Seb swallowed the lump in his throat and tried for a sly smile, but instead his just for B grin spread across his face.  “Of course. We can do whatever you want.” He cleared his throat, “Umm. I can make a pot of coffee when I get back and dig into my schoolwork.” 

He was a little taken off guard when Blaine mentioned visiting his place. Sebastian could swear that Blaine could see his thoughts painted across his forehead or something. Maybe it just came with knowing somebody for so long or maybe Sebastian didn’t have as good of a poker face as he thought. 

“We can do that. There’s no rush.”  Sebastian laced his fingers with his boyfriend’s. “But, what will we ever do without Ms. Katy Perry watching over us like our very own gay Goddess?” He laughed and pointed at the candy colored poster on Blaine’s wall. “I don’t own anything quite that colorful. Just imagine like...an updated version of the apartment in American Psycho. God, that’s a terrible description isn’t it? But, my father did hand pick it after all so I suppose it’s on brand.” He took a breath,” all jokes aside, I’d love that. Now, what were you planning on making for dinner? I’d ask if you need my help but we both Know I would start a fire or cut my finger off or something.”

Blaine’s POV:

“It’s alright, Seb.” He shook his head and gently squeezed his boyfriend's hand. “I promise at bedtime I’ll pick all the toys up. I think I have a small container up in my closet that I can use until I can get something better. And the next time you’re here they won't be spread out like that, I just wanted to give her options for her first day here.” Of course Seb was worried about the little tornado of toys around his miniature apartment. Adorable. 

Blaine noted the way Sebastian cleared his throat, his voice a little wobbly and emotional as he told him they could do whatever he wanted and he wondered if it was because he was thinking about the night they reconnected too. Seb was looking at him adoringly with his big grin, the one that only Blaine really got to see, and big green blue eyes that told him he’d done something right. He looked up at his boyfriend, and gave him a relieved smile as Seb relented and said he’d stay. He wanted nothing more than for Seb to always look at him that way. It wasn’t something he was used to, maybe years ago, but now, he had the chance again and he wasn’t going to let it drift away. And maybe wanting him to stay was selfish, but Blaine was never selfish and today he wanted to be.

“You’re right, what will we do?” He teased as he thought over what he had to cook in his small refrigerator. He laughed over the American Psycho quip because of course Seb’s house was sophisticated and plain. “I guess I’ll just have to decorate your house up with various pop stars, won’t I? I’ll make sure there’s an extra pop of fluorescent pink just for you. I’ll make sure your fairy lights are a delightful shade of purple. You can pay me back by keeping your axes in your car for the night.” He paused, giggling at their jokes before pressing another kiss to Seb’s lips. “I’d really love to be there, too. Let me go see what I can put together.”

Blaine didn’t have much, but he had ground turkey, pasta and cheese, red pepper flakes and some bread from the deli so he put together a simple spaghetti and meat sauce with a little bit of a kick and made his own garlic bread. Over the next three hours they sipped on coffee and iced water and watched one of Seb’s terrible reality shows while Soot snoozed away, exhausted from her busy day. And after the dishes were cleared and they were settled back on the couch they kissed and giggled and messed around a little bit. They didn’t get too serious, but their lips were swollen by the end of the night and Seb let Blaine put his hands all over him- teasing and touching until Blaine was sure Seb went home for the night completely satisfied. 

After he’d gone, Blaine sent Sebastian a photo of all Soot’s toys cleaned up and tucked under the little coffee table so she could get them out when she wanted; See, all clean! To which Seb sent a photo back of his homework spread out in front of him, yet another cup of coffee just visible in the frame; Yes, looks so much better! And a bit later, in bed, right before falling asleep, Blaine sent Seb a photo of Soot curled up next to him against the wall by his head. Blaine angled it to show the empty space where Seb was absent; The only thing missing is you. <3. A bit later, Seb sent one of himself back, lying in bed, his chest exposed, with a little grin on his face. The spot next to him empty; Ditto. Your spot is waiting.

And then they fell asleep with declarations of I love you’s and wishes of goodnight’s from both of them. 

 /fin.

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Fresh start

This is my first Fic. Hopefully its enjoyed and there will be more to follow :)

Barba x Reader

warning: mentions of rape

The lift doors opened and you looked out in amazement. “Was this real? Am i really here” you said to yourself and you walked out,  down the corridor, walking through the two glass doors into the bullpen, your new work place.

As you walked in a blonde female detective walked straight over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey sweetie, can i help you with anything?”

“Hey, I’m y/n  y/n, I’m the new detective starting today”

“Oh hey Y/N, I’m Amanda, welcome to SVU, we are glad to have you here.”

“Thanks, I’m glad to be here.”

Next minute you heard a male voice coming from your right hand side, a tall dark hared man with tanned skin, an other dark older man and a women with short brown hair walked out of the office.

“ Who’s your friend Rollins?” said the first man that walked out of the office.

“This is Y/N, our new squad member.” She said

He held out his hand to yours, “I’m Nick, this is Fin and this is our lieutenant, Olivia”

You shook all their hands one after the other.

“So nice to meet you all, I’m glad to be here.”

Olivia gave you a smile, “We are glad to have you. You will be partnered with Nick, make yourself at home Y/N” she gave you a small smile and walked away.

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It wasn't an easy road getting to this point, the academy, general duties for what felt like forever, more studying just to get to this point. As soon as you heard a position was opening at SVU, you just knew that was the move you wanted to take. Coming from a small town just outside Ohio, your mother had kittens when you told her your were moving to New York, but she knew this was a path you had always wanted to follow, so she supported you. You had always lived at home, expect your short stay at the accdamey, so packing up your child hood room was sad, but exciting all at once.

You had only been in New York for a week before you started your new job. Your apartment was a small 1 bedder, just enough for you. It had exposed brick work, widows everywhere, open plan kitchen, dining and living. Your bed room was pretty big, had a walk in and your bathroom was old school, but charming non the less.

The first day went by fast, the team had seemed to have welcomed you with open arms. After work, welcome drinks were had that night before you going home to sleep before the next day.

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As soon as you walked through the door, Liv walked out of her office, “Y/N, in here”.

You walked into her office, with Fin standing looking through the glass two way in Liv’s office. There was a young girl crying with her mum’s arm around her shoulders while Amanda and Nick where questioning her.

“What’s happened?” you asked. Liv started filling you in on how the girl had left her brothers work party late, she was walking through the park and two perps came up behind her and both raped her.

You stood there listening to Amanda and Nick both questioning the young girl and her telling them everything. You didn't even sense a forth person entering the office.

You jumped from fright when you heard a very charming cocky voice boom and you turned to face the voice, “What do we have Liv?”, and looked at you with a nod, “And, who are you?”

You frowned, walked towards this cocky human with beautiful green eyes and looking very handsome in a grey 3 piece suit, light blue shirt and red tie. Wondering why he was dressed like your Pop used to.

Before you could talk, Liv answered him, “This is our New Detective and Nicks partner, y/n y/n.” She then turned to you, “ And this y/n, is SVU’s ADA Rafael Barba.”

You held out you hand, and placed his hand around yours. His hand was huge, soft and warm. His fingers wrapped round your hand and he shook it firmly. You let go quick, as the butterflies in your stomach rouse quickly and violently, also threatening to make you throw up, they were that intense. What the hell was that feeling, you had never felt that before. Although you could count on your hands the number of boyfriends and hook up’s you had growing up. No one had ever given you feelings like this. You pushed the feelings aside, come on now, it was only your second day.

“Nice to meet you Mr Barba.”

“Like wise, Welcome to the team.” He said looking straight into your eyes with a big smirk on his face.

Liv started to fill him in on what had happened, but all Rafael could think about was the feeling he got in this stomach when he shook your hand, did you feel it too? But he knew all to well, you where young and new, what good could come of him feeling like this. You were amazingly beautiful, too good to be true if he was honest. As soon as he walked into the office and seen you standing, looking through the two way, in your dress pants that where just tight enough around your backside and your white button down tucked in, showing off your figure in all the right places. Your hair was in a low messy bun, showing off your neck. How he wondered. He pushed through the thoughts,  and tried to concentrate on the interview, but the smell of your sweet perfume, pulled him to look at you, you were frowning while you listened, taking in everything that was being said, you were sucking on you top lip. He wondered what it would be like to kiss those beautiful lips, just then Nick and Amanda walked out of the interview room, so you could all talk about what had just happened, pulling his attention back to why he was really there.

“Do you believe what she says?” Barba said

“She didn't seem like she was lying about what happened to her, she looked to raw.” You said

“She isn’t. Something happened, but there are some things that are off.” Amanda said, “ Fin and I will take her and her Mum to the hospital now for a rape kit. She said she hasn't showered, and when we drop her home I'll get her clothes she had on last night for testing.”

“Y/N, I want you and Nick to canvas the area for all camera footage, we need to get to the bottom of this.” Liv ordered

You and Nick both walked out of the office and picked up your coats and started to put them on. As you walked past Liv’s office on your way out, you could feel eyes on you, you looked over and there was Barba looking at you, you gave a small warm smile, he’s cheeks slightly redden, he turned back to Liv, 

“Let me know when you find more.”

TBC

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Ultimate prom dream; Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here I have yet another story for you all. In light of this whole quarantine and schools having been cancelled for the rest of the year, most of you out there have been denied some of the senior privileges such as Graduation and Prom. Well even though you guys couldn’t go to prom, I hope that at least this fic makes you feel like you ARE experiencing all the joys and wonders that senior prom has to offer (now personally my senior prom wasn’t all that good. In fact it was really the AFTER prom that was the best. Damn DJ WOULDN’T EVEN TAKE REQUESTS AT MY PROM WTF!!! But anyways that’s just my school prom)

But I hope this fic brings some of you HS seniors out there some comfort and you can imagine the perfect prom dream without all the drama lol. Hopefully soon I’ll come around and do a graduation fic. Enjoy my lovelies :)

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*April 13th, 1974*

Well this is probably the worst day of my life.  My senior year prom is coming up and I already know I can’t go.  In fact no one can go.  Apparently we didn’t reach enough money from our last fundraiser and without any of that money, the school couldn’t afford to get the prom started.

“Hello (y/n), how was school?” my mum asked from the kitchen.

“It sucked!”

“Hey! Don’t use that kinda of language in this house young lady!”

“Whatever.” I muttered angrily as I stormed up the stairs and went straight to my room and slammed my door shut.  I threw myself onto the bed and just gripped my pillow close to my chest trying my best to hold in the tears.

Maybe I might be overreacting but this is the final dance of my entire high school career, and because of a damn fundraiser, I may never get to have that dream.  I’ve always dreamed about being the Princess of the ball, getting to hang out with my friends for one final time before we all graduate and go our separate ways, but it’s ruined!

I knew I couldn’t talk about this to mum and dad, they’d never get it.  And of course my younger sibling’s don’t understand the concept of a senior prom.  Maybe my older sister could help out, she got to have a senior prom after all, yeah I’ll talk to Ronnie.

So sneaking out of my bedroom window, I got onto the tree that stood right by my room and carefully climbed down the trunk before taking off running to the nearest bus stop to head over to my sister’s place.

After about a 15min. bus ride, I finally arrived in the district where my sister was currently living at.  I walked along the streets till I finally came by the apartment and entered inside. I greeted the doorman and the person at the front desk and headed on up to my sister’s floor.

Once I reached it, I walked along the hallway and took out the spare key she had made for me and the rest of the family (but it’s mostly me that usually goes to see her). I unlocked the door and opened it.

“Hey Ronnie, I’m sorry to barge in like this but I really need to t—” that’s when I saw her and her boyfriend of one year John Deacon quickly pop up from behind the couch. They’re hair all messed up and I noticed that John’s collar was bunched up. “Wow okay sorry to bother you two. Guess I really did come at a bad time.”

“It’s okay (y/n). You—you can come on in. After all you did come all this way and I know you never do unless it’s either really important or you just wanna stir up trouble.” Ronnie said as she and John got themselves situated and adjusted themselves from their position.

“You sure? I don’t wanna disrupt anything.” I teased to which my sister glared at me threateningly (or so she thinks) and that’s when John said.

“Just get in here you little twerp.” I playfully stuck my tongue at him and walked on over and ruffled Deacy’s long hair.  He shoved my hand away as I came around the couch to sit on the chair.  Suddenly I felt myself being pulled into his lap and I was trapped in his arms.

“Oi! Let go John.”

“No I don’t think I will.” He pondered. “In fact I think you deserve a little punishment.”

“For what?!”

“You know the rules, no one but your sister can mess with these locks, and you’ve gone and broke that rule.”

“If you want to John, she’s very ticklish on her sides.” Ronnie said as she stood up.

“Ronnie!” I shrieked.

“Thank you my love.” Then before I could even struggle to get out, John proceeded to tickle my sides. I squirmed and tried to free myself from his grip but it was in vain. “Do you wish to surrender?”

“Yes! Yehehehehssss!!” I laughed through his devilish tickly fingers before he finally relented and I was left a panting mess. “How your little sister dealt with you I’ll never know.” He shrugged which made me chuckle.

Seriously, out of the boyfriends my sister’s had throughout the years (which were only just a handful), John Deacon was the one I could really see Ronnie settling down with. H’s sweet, kind, lets me and my younger siblings have a say in what’s what at the home.

He's respectful, and even though he’s currently part of the top rising band Queen, he still managed to get a degree (not to mention graduate with Honors) in electrical engineering, it shows that John has true character.  And yeah he was shy but I guess that’s why I’ve always liked him more than Ronnie’s previous boyfriends.  They weren’t arrogant or didn’t appear intimidating.

“So (n/n). What brings you all the way over here?” John asked me as he tucked some hair out of my face.

“And did you tell mum where you were going?” Ronnie asked me from the kitchen.

“Well……”

“Oh no. (Y/n) please tell me you didn’t sneak out again.” Before I could answer, the phone rang and Ronnie and I knew it had to be mum.  She sighed before racing over to it and answered it.

I turned to John who just looked at me shamefully and did the ‘shame on you’ motion with his index fingers.  I punched his shoulder while he gawked at me before trapping me in his arms once more but this time gave me a playful noogie instead of tickles.  I grumbled like a cat as I freed myself meanwhile Ronnie harshly shushed at us ordering us to be quiet.

John and I complied before looking at each other and quietly snickering to ourselves.

“Yes mum, okay yes. I’ll make sure to drop her back at home whenever she gets done with her visit here. Yes mum. I love you too, I’ll see you this weekend. Bye.” She hung up the phone before turning her harsh eyes at me. “You’re lucky I stick up for you all the time.”

“Yes I’m so blessed.” I teasingly praised as I rolled over on the couch hanging upside down to look at her.

“Then this better be an important visit otherwise I’ll tell mum that you snuck out through the tree again. Maybe this time dad will really cut that thing down.”

“No! Okay, fine. Fine.”

“Good. Now stand up straight and get your feet off the top of my couch.” She ordered me.  I sat up right before bringing my legs to my chest so that I could look at her all innocent like. “Don’t give me those kitten eyes of yours.”

“Oh come now Ronnie, you can be so harsh with her. Look at her all sweet and innocent.” John praised me as he cupped the side of my face and wrapped an arm around me.

“Trust me John, when she was younger she was a little trickster. And she still is. No wonder where Derek and Eric got their naughty behavior from.”

“Well believe it or not Ronnie I hadn’t even played a single prank in four months. And neither have the boys.”

“Just tell us why you’ve come all this way over here.” She said as she came back into the living room. At that point, my brain went back to the prom cancellation and I grew somber.

“You okay (n/n)?”

“Not if you don’t count the fact my senior year is officially over.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Ronnie asked me as she came up and sat beside me, while John scooted closer to me on the other side.

“The school’s cancelled the senior prom.”

“What?” she asked after a moment of silence.  I nodded sadly.

“Why did they choose to do that?” asked John.

“Well our school’s not like other schools that freely give out a prom. We have a spring fundraiser to see if we can reach a quota just to see if we can even afford to do a prom. If we do, the prom’s set in stone. If not, then the schoolboard just pulls the plug on the idea and the seniors get no fun finale farewell dance.”

“Well that is messed up.” He said.

“I know right!? How could they do this to us!? I mean we didn’t even make half the quota for the deadline. But they shouldn’t take it out on us that it rained that day!” I sighed heavily.  “Ron, can you tell me again what your senior prom was like?”

“You know you’ve heard my prom story over a hundred times, you would know it better than I would at this point.”

“I know. But—with no chance of me ever having a senior prom ever again, this’ll be the last time I ever get to imagine what my prom might be like.” She looked down at my with sympathy in her eyes before she turned to John and said.

“John, could you—give us a moment alone?”

“I’m out of here. Besides I’m late to meet the lads at rehearsal anyway. Hopefully, Roger hasn’t destroyed the studio just yet.” The three of us laughed.  John stood up and ruffled my hair before leaning down towards Ronnie and giving her a kiss goodbye.  “See you tomorrow night right?” he asked her.

“Hope the boys don’t keep you too late though.” Said Ronnie.  John smiled before walking out of the apartment.  As soon as the door shut, Ronnie wrapped an arm around me and she asked me, “What would you like to hear first?”

“I rarely asked you this, what was your dress like?” she smiled and then for the rest of the afternoon, she told me every single detail of her senior prom.

All the while I imagined my prom to be exactly how Ronnie described hers, now more than ever.

*John’s POV*

The next day in the studio I was with the guys thinking back to what (y/n) had said to Ronnie and I the other day.  Even though my prom wasn’t the best time of my life, to a young woman it’s different. (Y/n) really seemed to want to go to prom and be the ‘Princess of the ball’ as she claimed and now because of what the school said, she’s been robbed of it.

The one night where a girl could feel like a princess in a fairytale.  The final year to spend with her friends and just dance the night away.

“Deacy? Deacy? OI DEACON!!” I felt a drumstick hit my head and I proclaimed in pain.

“Ow!”

“Finally he speaks. You looked like you were miles away.” Roger’s voice spoke up.

“And you couldn’t have chosen the pillow to toss at me?”

“Too lazy to get up and get it.” He whined.  I rolled my eyes when I felt Freddie’s arm wrap around my shoulders.

“What’s got you so lost in thought that you stop working Deacy dear?”

“Sorry Freddie. Just—thinking about something that (y/n) said.”

“Ahhh our little mini-Tetzlaff. God it’s been so long since we’ve seen her. You should offer to bring her around more often.”

“So how is Veronica’s sister?” Brian asked.

“Well—not too good in recent events.”

“Uh-oh. What’s happened? Was it some arsehole little boy who needs to be taught some manners?” Freddie threatened.

“No nothing like that.”

“Is it her grades again? Cause I can offer my tutoring skills this time around.” Brian asked.

“Her grades are fine, and she’s fine with me tutoring her. You over-complicate things Brian.”

“Then what is it? C’mon we’re dying here!” Roger stated impatiently.

“Her school’s cancelled her prom.”

“WHAAAAAAAT!!?!?!?” Freddie screamed. “Oh my god this-this-this-this is……this is it. The apocalypse has officially begun! I already cleared my schedule this weekend to go dress shopping with her!? Mary’s planned out the best makeup plan for her!! Those fuckers!!”

“Fred. Freddie!” Roger stopped Fred’s rambling and pacing around the studio. “You’re rambling and hysterical right now.”

“Of course I’m hysterical darling! Our beloved mini-Ronnie has been denied every young girl’s dream to be a Princess at the ball!” Freddie snapped.

“Prom was never really my favorite thing my senior year of high school. Extremely awkward if I’m being honest.” Brian admitted.

“Well my prom was the best night of my life. Got to shag the Prom Queen just shortly after her coronation. Denise Williams, best night of my senior year.” Roger bragged.

“Isn’t that always the typical thing for the prom king to do?” I asked.

“Who said I was the prom king?” he let on as he brought a cigarette to his lips and took a drag of it. Brian rolled his eyes as Roger grinned and exhaled his previous drag.

“Still it’s a crime! And I will not allow our sweet rock princess to be denied the one night she can truly shine! Deacy dear when are you seeing Veronica next time?”

“We’ve got lunch together on Friday.” I told him.

“Good. Then tell her to have (y/n) clear her schedule for Saturday, we’re going to go on a little shopping trip.”

“What have you got in mind Fred?” Brian asked suspiciously.

“The weekend that (y/n) has long desired for. Prom preparation. Here’s the plan my darlings.” Freddie gathered us in a circle and told us what he called ‘Operation: Prom Rescue’.

*My POV*

Finally the week was over and the weekend finally came.  I was still asleep in Ronnie’s guest room (I had asked my mom if it was okay to spend the night over at her place Friday night).  And I don’t know whether I was dreaming or what but I felt something poke my cheek.

I groaned and at first brushed whatever it was away.  But a second later I felt it again so this time I turned away from it and tried to hide myself under my blanket and pillow.  Slowly my consciousness was starting to stir but I refused to fully wake up, so I tried to relax my mind and hope that it would go back to sleep.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) dear~. Wakey, wakey darling.” Freddie? Since when did he come into my dreams? I groaned and tried to block out his voice cause otherwise it would wake me up again. Suddenly I felt cold air hit my bare feet and all it took was a single finger for me to let out a squeak as I tried to hide my foot back under the blankets.

But unfortunately both my feet were now pinned as the tickling continued.  I squirmed and tossed around as I tried to free my feet from whatever grasp they were in.  And if that wasn’t enough, I then felt two bodies just collapse on top of me.  No matter how many times I tried to wriggle or squirm my way out of the two bodies, they just gripped onto me and refused to let off.

Finally I was forced to open my eyes and when I looked up I had seen that smothering me were none other than Roger and Freddie, and at my feet John was the one holding down my ankles while Brian was the tickle torturer.

“She finally awakes.” Teased Roger as he bopped my nose.

“Why the hell did you guys wake me up? It’s Saturday.” I groaned tiredly.

“Oh come on dear don’t tell me you forgot what your sister told you. Remember our Saturday plans?” Freddie said as he adjusted himself and lay his head on my chest and looked right at me.

“But this early?” I turned to my clock and that’s when Roger said.

“It’s 10:35am lovie.”

“Exactly. And that’s early for a girl my age. Now get off of me you lot!”

“No I don’t think I want to, what do you say Roger dear?”

“Nope. I’m good right here. This is quite comfy.” Roger said as he snuggled up even closer to me. His head lying on top of mine while Freddie followed behind him and his head buried into the space between my shoulder blades.

“Oh my god you guys I swear!”

“Will you wake up then darling and come on the shopping trip? If not then Brian and Deacy are joining in.” Freddie threatened.

“Okay! Okay! Just get off me guys!” finally they released me and I finally sat up on the bed with the guys all sitting around me.

“Hey, your hair’s all sticking up.” Roger teased again as he tried to push my tangled hair down trying to tame it.  “Big (n/n) the human piece of toast.” I gave my best bitch face as he chuckled and ruffled my hair making it even more messed up.

“Rog!”

“Alright Roger leave her alone you overgrown golden retriever.” John said.

“At least I love her more than you do you prideful cocker spaniel!”

“Children please, you’re ruining the morning before the biggest shopping trip ever planned.” Freddie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah about this shopping trip, what is it about that you had to wake me up this early?” I asked him.

“Well truthfully (y/n) it’s sorta my fault. See, I had told the guys about your school cancelling your senior prom……” John started off before Freddie intervened and proceeded to say dramatically.

“Which is beyond a crime! First I am so sorry they did that to you and your friends. God senior prom was always my fantasy come true, sure I was picked on but look at me now. All those motherfuckers have to deal with a boring 9-5 job while I’m living the dream.”

“Fred.” Brian wheeled him back into the conversation.

“Right Brian sorry. So. That’s when my brain hatched an idea. We are going to give you the ultimate prom preparation ever!”

“Question though; why? I mean not that I’m not grateful that you’re willing to do this but…..prom’s cancelled. When would I ever wear the dress?”

“You see darling, the lads and I were devastated to hear that you were denied your senior prom.” Freddie explained as he took my hand and patted the back of it.

“By ‘we’ he mostly means him.” Brian pointed out bluntly.  Freddie glared at the curly haired guitarist before turning back to me,

“Anyways, we got together and on the day that you would’ve had your prom. We called in a favor of John’s and he agreed to allow us to rent out the Lakeside theater to allow you to have a full on prom experience.”

“What?” I said in awe. They all nodded and I hugged Freddie as tightly as I could. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you thank you!” Freddie chuckled and embraced me back.

“You’re very welcome darling. Now get up and around. Cause our first time; dress shopping!” and with that the guys left my room while I quickly got around.

We drove to the ultimate shopping center for prom attire that London had to offer, Lucio Vanni Bridal and Couture shop.  We entered inside and Freddie quickly dragged me over to the prom dress section of the shop and already thousands upon thousands of options.

“Alright my darling, first thing’s first is do you prefer a long dress or short dress?”

“Well I’ve kinda imagined a long dress, but not like all the way down to my feet long, maybe just—mid calf or something.”

“Alright. Any type of color you had in mind for the perfect prom dress?” I shook my head.

“Surprise me.” At that point I heard Brian and John groan.  I turned to them confused unaware of Roger and Freddie grinning at each other and fist bumping each other. “What? What’d I say?”

“You should’ve gone with any color (y/n).” Brian said as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Cause Rog and Fred have banded together to ransack every dress here just to see which would look best on you.”

“And thank you for doing that! Now you two can just shut up and sit down and leave the geniuses to work.” Roger said as both he and Freddie wrapped their arms underneath my pits in order for them to pick me up and whisk me away.  Maybe I should’ve just picked a random color.

I don’t know just how long it was, but Roger and Freddie continued to grab dress after dress of multiple colors and layers hoping that the perfect dress was there.  However no matter how many dresses we tried, no matter what color it was, it just didn’t seem to go well.

“Guys maybe we should just call it quits.” I said.

“What are you talking about?” Freddie flabbergasted.

“Maybe there is no right dress for me.”

“Now, now hold on. There is a dress for every girl out there and we are not giving up till we find it!” Freddie said as he shook my shoulders determinedly.

“Can we at least go get lunch Fred, it’s already half past noon?” whined John.

“No fucking way!”

“Brian, John, you guys can go and get some food. Cause honestly I’m getting hungry myself.”

“Thank you (y/n).” without hesitation, Bri and Deacy left the bridal shop.

“Non-romantics.” Grumbled Freddie. “Alright, back to business.”

I was now wearing an aquamarine dress that dragged down to the ground and the sleeves reminded me of Freddie’s and Brian’s white angel shirts (where it looks like the sleeves are wings).

“Oh I think that dress is beautiful.” Praised Freddie.

“But it’s too long.” I stated.

“Well nothing a little pinning up can’t do. Oh darling at least give this one a chance.”

“Hold it!” Roger proclaimed from the far end of the bridal shop.  He soon came running in holding up a satin salmon pink dress.  It was a spaghetti strap, it was long but not as long that it dragged on the ground, it looked to be about the ankles, maybe slightly higher.

“Oh my…..quickly darling get out of that dress and put this one on now!” Fred gave me the dress and pushed me back into the changing room.  It took a bit of time to get out of my current dress but when I finally did, I handed the dress back to one of the guys who took it while I put on the new dress.

After getting it on and zipped up, I stepped out of the dressing room and walked back towards the guys.  It was then I had noticed that Brian and John had returned from getting lunch and were handing Fred and Rog their lunches.  When the four bandmates turned to look at me, Freddie dropped his bag and was looked at me with awe.

“Oh my…….(y/n) darling.”

“Does it look good?”

“You are—there are no words to describe you right now.” Freddie gushed as he came up to me and escorted me to the room of mirrors so that I could see myself in the dress. And when I saw myself I couldn’t even believe it.  “And thanks to my lovely Mary who so kindly agreed to work out your hair and makeup for next week, you are gonna look like the bell of the ball. Well my darlings, what do you think of our lovely Mini-Ronnie?”

Roger who had a small grin on his face came up without saying a word before taking my hand and giving me a playful twirl before dipping me softly.

“If I were ten years younger, I’d be fighting tooth and claw at a chance to ask you to the prom.”

“Yeah just so you could cheat on her with the prom Queen?” Brian said smugly.

“As if Brian. I’d never leave this girl’s side.” He set me back up and I playfully slapped his arm as I chuckled shyly.

“Please, she’s got Veronica’s common sense. She’d clearly stay away from some boy like you.” John said.

“Yeah, and go for the shy but wild types like you Deacy dear.” Teased Freddie.

“The point is (y/n), you look beautiful.” Brian said as he took my hand and gave a kiss to the back of it.  I blushed and thanked them.

After buying the dress and finally leaving the bridal shop, Freddie and I alone went into a nearby shoe store to purchase the perfect flats that would go with the dress (cause let’s be honest here, heels are the WORST).  Thankfully, it didn’t take as long to get the shoes as it did for the dress.

Next stop was to meet Mary at BIBA during her break so that she could try out a few hairstyles as well as makeup for my ‘prom’ look.  We met in the back room where she closed off the blinds and as Freddie was ranting on about what he could imagine, Mary was gathering all the makeup supplies together.

“Okay Freddie, I’ll take it into consideration.”

“But Mary darling I’m not finished yet.”

“Well I’ve only got about 10 more minutes of my break left and I don’t think I can do it all in time. Just step on out and let (y/n) and I take it from here.” She said as she gently pushed her boyfriend out from the room before closing the curtains back up. “So sorry about that (y/n).”

“Hey if my sister’s gonna end up marrying Deacy one of these days, might as well get used to it, right?”

“Well he can sometimes go a bit over the top, especially if it’s something like this. I mean I love the man but he can be a bit much at times.”

“I HEARD THAT!!!” Mary and I softly giggled before she came up to me and said.

“Okay let’s see now,” she lifted my chin up and looked over my face.  I could see the gears shifting in her head. “Hmm…..okay, yeah. I think I might know where to start.” She then picked up the main foundation and said, “May I?” I nodded and she opened up the lid and rubbed the sponge against the powder before putting it on my face.

As she worked on my face putting on the main powder before she reached over for the eye liner and she said.

“Okay eyes closed.” I closed my eyes as she put the eye liner on.  “You and Veronica have such innocent features. It makes it so much easier to find the proper foundation. And it really makes your faces bright up even more.”

“I mean sure for my sister. But for me I’m not sure. I hate putting on makeup but my mum says I should.”

“Every girl is different. But it does make you even more beautiful when you do have makeup on.” She said as she did the other eye.  “Okay now for the eye shadow. Thankfully with the color of the dress we can go with a variety of choices, but I’ve got the perfect shade in mind.” I then felt her dab around my eye lids as she put on the eye shadow.

After that she told me to open my eyes and look up as she now began putting on the mascara.  Oh god I always hated putting on this thing.

“Don’t blink (y/n).” she warned me.

“I’m sorry but I can’t keep my eyes open for that long.”

“Just give me about five seconds and I’ll let you blink for a bit before I do the next eye.” She did about three more flicks with the mascara wand before finally allowing me to blink rapidly.

“God I really hate those things!”

“I know but it’ll be worth it in the end. You ready for the other eye?” after getting a few rapid blinks I nodded and she proceeded to do the other eye.  Once that was done, I felt something tickle my cheeks softly which made me giggle as it tickled.  “That tickle?”

“A little, what is that?”

“A blush brush.” She continued to apply the blush onto my cheeks before finally finishing it off with some lipstick before she told me, “Alright, you can open your eyes now.” I opened them and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

I—I was beautiful. The foundation was even, the blush was just enough to give my cheeks a bit of color, the eyeliner made my eyes pop out, the lipstick color that she had chosen was a nice neutral pink color.

It wasn’t too bland that it would blend in with my lips but it also wasn’t as extravagant that it made my lips puff out.  It was a nice happy medium, and the eye shadow blended well together.  I basically looked like a real princess now.

“What do you think?”

“Mary I—I love it. Thank you, thank you thank you thank you.” I praised as I hugged her tightly. She hugged me back and said.

“You’re welcome. Now unfortunately we won’t have time to do a full hairdo but what did you imagine your hair to look like?”

“Well, I always thought waves were beautiful to look at. But I don’t know if I could ever pull them off.”

“I believe you could.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. In fact why don’t I come over to your sister’s on my day off on Tuesday and we can try it out? As soon as you get done with school?”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you again Mary.”

“It’s no trouble (y/n).”

“Mary darling. I respect the art of makeup more than anyone but may we please see our Prom Queen now?” Freddie’s voice sung out from the other side of the curtain.  Mary and I giggled softly and she said.

“We’ll be right out Freddie.” She guided me out from the curtains and when the guys saw me, they went full on with the compliments just like they did back at the bridal shop.

It was a long day but everything was put into place.  I was basically ready for my ‘makeup prom’ next weekend and as Mary promised, she and my sister Ronnie both worked together on that upcoming Tuesday on the perfect hairstyle for me.

Finally the big day had arrived.  Ronnie helped me get ready at around 3pm and the guys would pick me up at around 4:30. With my sister’s help, I was finally all dressed up just like I had pictured myself at my senior prom.

“Oh baby sister, you look absolutely beautiful.” She praised me as she finished up my hair.

“I can’t thank you and the guys for doing this for me. It—really means a lot to me Ronnie.”

“Well like Freddie’s told you, it’s a crime to let a young girl miss out on her senior prom. Especially a certain someone who’d always want to hear about their older sister’s prom nonstop since they began secondary school.” She teased the last part at me.

“I was wanting to prepare myself for it. Cause literally these past several years of secondary school have really flown by and already I’m close to graduating and going onto University.”

“I know. And we are all so proud of you.” she said as she rubbed my arms lovingly.  It was then we heard a very unique knock at the door. The kind of knock that only a drummer would make on his drums.  We both looked at each other knowingly before she said.

“You can come in Roger, she’s decent.” The door opened and soon coming in was the entire band dressed up in semi-formal attires.  John wearing a black button up shirt with small red dots scattered all over it like stars in the sky, a blue velvet overcoat and black pants.  Freddie wore a black long sleeves shirt with a white scarf draped over his neck, white pants and I noticed that his right hand had black fingernail polish.

Brian wore a white button up shirt with a black overcoat and dark grey pants, white Roger wore a rainbow stripped glittering jacket, black pants, and his brown shades.

“Oh my god (y/n) darling. You look absolutely beautiful!” praised Freddie with a clap.

“All thanks to you guys.” I said.

“See, I knew we’d find the perfect dress for you. Didn’t I tell you your fairy godmother wouldn’t let you down?” I giggled softly when Roger spoke up.

“I picked out the dress in case you forgot.”

“Details Roger.” Brian rolled his eyes before coming up to me and he said holding up a small food container.

“Deacy and I managed to find a corsage at the last minute, hope you like it.”

“Oh Brian I love it, it’s beautiful. Now—isn’t there a tradition that goes along with it?”

“Yes. Well typically the man would put this on his lady friend before heading to the prom.” He said as he opened it up and held it in his hands.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Let me get my camera!” Ronnie shouted as she quickly ran to grab her camera, meanwhile John got his out and prepped his.

“I call dibs on the first picture with the Prom Queen!” Freddie raised his hand.

“No way Fred I want first pictures!” Roger argued.

“Uhh no Roger dear it’s only fair for Cinderella to be standing by her fairy godmother.” As Roger and Freddie proceeded to argue over each other, I saw John direct Brian and I to stand together in front of loveseat that stood by the window.  

Brian and I stood together before John came up and turned me around so that my back would be up against Brian’s front and he told Brian to wrap his arms around me.  He made any final adjustments that needed to happen whether it was the brush a strand of my hair aside, adjusting the satin pink shawl around me, or how Brian should hold me.  

When it was done, Ronnie came back and John said it was perfect as he backed up to stand by her side and the two of them pressed their cameras up to their eyes.  Soon pictures were being taken and already Freddie and Roger proclaimed as soon as they stopped fighting.

“NO FAIR!!!”

“Sorry guys. Then you shouldn’t have been fighting otherwise you would’ve gotten your shot.” John sassed at them after taking two more shots.

“Well then I call dibs on the next photo shoot!” Freddie huffed.

“Sorry Fred, that right goes to me.”

“WHAT!?”

“Yep, then of course we need one of the two sisters together. Then you and Roger can go.”

“Aww that’s not fair!” Roger whined as he crossed his arms over his chest.

After awhile the photoshoot was finally done and that’s when the guys told me it was time to head out.

“Now you remember, be home by 11 o’clock.” Ronnie told me.

“You know Cinderella got till midnight right?”

“Well Cinderella didn’t come from a Catholic family. Home by 11pm, otherwise mum will have my head.”

“Alright Ronnie.”

“Have fun tonight, and be safe.” She said as she hugged me.

“No worries Veronica dear we’ll take good care of her.” Freddie said as he wrapped his arm around me. We bid my sister goodbye as we left the apartment and headed down the stairs for the parking garage to head onto the Lakeside theater.

We didn’t get there till about sunset (so it was about a hr. and 45min drive thanks traffic!) but we arrived in one piece.

“Now Freddie I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while, is this whole thing just for me or—” he pressed his index finger to my lips as he shushed me gently.

“Spoilers darling.” He said with a wink.  Roger put the car in park and we all piled out of the car.  Already I could see some pink, black and white balloons taped to the front doors.  We entered the theater and there were signs pointing towards the direction of the main stage where the prom was set up.

We soon arrived at a pair of double doors and I could see it was dark with some lights flashing inside and music booming.  John and Roger stood in front of me as Freddie said.

“My dear (Y/n) Tetzlaff. Welcome to your senior prom.” It was then John and Roger opened the doors and inside I was given the surprise of my life.

Not only was the place decorated front head to toe in my all-time dream theme ‘Starry Night’, but it turns out I wasn’t alone.  I could see that my entire senior class were all inside chatting, dancing or getting some snacks or punch.

I was—actually there weren’t any words to describe how I felt.  But one word if I HAD to pick was—happy.  This was exactly like I’d imagine my perfect prom to be.

“(Y/n)! Oi (y/n) over here!” I saw sitting at a nearby table a group of my closest friends that I’ve been friends with since primary school.  I turned to the guys and they wordlessly gestured for me to go join my friends.  I picked up the end of my dress before quickly racing forward to join my friends.

*John’s POV*

We didn’t do so bad. Thanks to Veronica, we had managed to call up some of (y/n)’s closest friends and tell them that a special prom was being made for the senior class of 1974.  Then I guess word just spread fast like wildfire amongst her peers cause soon enough I was told her entire class had shown up.

Watching (y/n) race off to join her friends, I knew we had done a good thing.  She was finally getting the prom of her dreams.

“Not bad.” I said with a soft smile.

“I’d say this was your best planning yet Fred.” Said Brian.

“Good to know, now then my darlings let’s get ready to perform for these kids. They’re gonna need some live entertainment, and who better than her royal majesties themselves?” we all then headed down towards the basement where our tour costumer had put our performing clothes at for this gig.

*My POV*

As the night went on, my friends and I were all talking, getting some food or dancing our hearts out to the hottest rock music out there.  After dancing and singing along to Elton John’s ‘Crocodile rock’ the music suddenly turned off and lights suddenly went black.

Everyone was either complaining or getting scared of what was going on.

“You guys know what’s happening here?” my bestest friend Mikaela asked.

“I don’t know.” Answered Sasha.

“Don’t give me a line.” Said Derek.

“No clue girl.” Said Courtney.

“(Y/n) do you?” asked Dylan.  But before I could answer, a familiar intro to a song began playing through the speakers. That sorta electric keyboard intro before the sounds of a guitar and drums slammed down.  Some of the girls who were in the more popular crowd seemed to recognize the opening that was playing cause next thing I knew they were screaming with joy and praise.

Soon Freddie’s voice soon rang throughout the theater as the lights suddenly came back on and there on the stage stood Queen in the very outfits they wore when they performed at the Rainbow theater just a month ago.

A word in your ear, from father to son Hear the word that I say I fought with you, fought on your side Long before you were born

Kings will be crowned,

The word goes around From father to son, to son

As Queen continued to sing “Father to son” my entire class cheered and applauded as they all now gathered as close to the stage as they could while I couldn’t help but stare up at those miraculous boys.

I mean these guys are just—not only did they give me the prom of my dreams but now here they are performing for a bunch of Secondary catholic seniors.  The biggest smile spread across my face as I tried to hold back my tears of gratitude and happiness while I watched Freddie light up the stage, Brian and Roger playing their instruments as loud and graceful as they could, and John elegantly playing his bass.  After the song ended, Freddie said into the microphone.

“Ahh yes thank you. Thank you, you lovely young darlings. You all having a good prom night?” my class cheered loud and proud. “And truthfully I think I might’ve seen some of you youngins at some of our shows? How many of you have been to a Queen show?” about half of my class raised their hands and cheered. “Well then for those of you that haven’t, buckle the fuck up.”

I chuckled while my class all laughed at Freddie’s cheekiness.

“Oh sorry probably shouldn’t curse. Forgive me father of my sinful tongue.” He said as he made the cross over himself before chuckling almost evilly. “Now then, this next song is a real head banger. If you know the words then sing along, cause now we’re going from the prom to the battle field. This is Ogre Battle.”

The lights went dark again as Freddie disappeared from the spotlight and only the echo of Brian’s red special pierced the theater as my class all cheered.  Green lights soon circled around the stage, before finally the song picked up.

I went up closer to my friends who had managed to get all the way up to the stage as Freddie did his thing on stage.  I watched mesmerized by Queen’s sound and their presence.  Having been to Queen’s shows a multitude of times (kinda one of the perks when your sister is dating the bass player), I didn’t need to cheer or scream my head off, because I more interested in just seeing the four of them become really involved with their music.

Sure they may not be as overly popular yet like the Beatles, Elton or Bowie but I knew need down that Queen were going to get there soon.  Maybe by the end of this year, maybe the year after who knows.  But just seeing them literally just having fun on stage in their pre-blossomed state was an honor to see.

After several more songs from both Queen and Queen II, they had just gotten done playing ‘Great King Rat’ which and I quote Freddie.

“Now this song, is dedicated to a certain person you all might be thinking right about now. How many of you love your school board for what they tried to take from you.” I remember hearing the utter disgust and rage from all the seniors as they hissed and booed. “He-eh-eh didn’t think so. This one is called Great. King. Rat!”

Brian had just gotten done with his solo for ‘Son and Daughter’ which gave Freddie a chance to change into the tight skinned black attire and they continued on with the second act.  They performed my favorite song “Liar” before moving onto the final songs they had which were their version of “Big Spender”, then they surprised us with the king of Rock and Roll himself as they performed “Jailhouse rock”.

All my friends and I got together and danced our hearts out.  It was then I felt a tap at my shoulder and there stood my friend since 2nd year and recently secret crush Cameron Boyce.

“Care to dance with me?” he asked me.  My heart sped up even faster but I nodded and took his hand and he led me further out along the dancefloor as the two of us rocked out to the second chorus.  The two of us danced together and he even spun me around and just let the music take control of us.

When Freddie allowed us to take over the show at the end by singing the ‘dancin to the Jailhouse rock’ mantra, my entire class all cried out the words while Freddie praised us and led us in a clap.  After the song was over, Queen did a final rock out bang and when it was all over, we all cheered, clapped and whistled.

“Thank you everyone, you’ve been a lovely young audience for us. Right now, to close this year’s Saint Maria’s Catholic senior prom. We the members of Queen would like to make a special crowning to this years Prom Queen.”

Oh great here we go. I didn’t even think we were doing this, of course I knew who would make Prom Queen.  Mary-Elizabeth Jane has been wanting this moment since Year 3.  She always bragged about how she was always more prettier, richer and most likely to win Prom Queen.

“Now this was a no brainer. Because after all without this one special lady, there wouldn’t be any of this.” Wait what? “She’s dedicated, hardworking, and I know she is going places. So please put your hands together for this year’s Prom Queen, (Y/n) Tetzlaff!”

The spotlight soon shined down on me and everyone began clapping for me.  I could see my friends cheering and whistling at me as Freddie gestured me to come onto the stage.  I smiled shyly and walked towards the stage.  Brian kindly helped me walk up the side stairs till I was up on center stage.

Roger then came out holding the Prom Queen tiara and he placed it on top of my head while John and Freddie came in with the Prom Queen sash and a giant bouquet of red roses. John placed the sash over me before giving me a kiss on the cheek and bopping my nose while Freddie handed me the bouquet and kissed both my cheeks.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the senior class of 1974, give it up for your new Prom Queen!” Brian spoke into his microphone.  My peers continued to cheer for me and I turned to the guys who all nodded or winked at me as they applauded too.

Okay I know I’ve said this a lot, and I know I’m repeating myself but damnit I’ll say it again. This was my prom dream come true.

After the prom was scheduled to be over, either parents or my peers all walked back to their cars to head on home.

“Congrats on becoming Prom Queen (y/n). You really deserved it.” Cameron said to me.

“Thanks Cam, and trust me I didn’t bribe the guys to do it.”

“No worries. Like I said, you deserved it. And it was cool that you got to have Queen perform for our Prom. Never did I think I’d get to have an up and coming band sing at our prom, especially one that is unique as Queen.”

“I have a feeling they’re gonna really hit the big times soon.”

“No question.” The two of us smiled at each other before looking away trying to avoid eye contact. It was then a car honk was heard and Cam looked up. “So……I’ll see you Monday then?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then.” I nodded.  He then raced off towards the car and got into it before it drove off.  As I walked back towards the guys, they all looked at me with knowing grins as Freddie asked me.

“And just who was that?”

“That was Cameron. He’s a friend.”

“He is?!” he exclaimed. “Is it kissy staged yet?” he blurted out like he wanted to know a dark secret.

“No Freddie, he’s just my long time best friend.”

“Mmm-hmm. That’s exactly what our Deacy said when he first started seeing your sister.” Freddie teased as he poked John’s cheek.  John slapped his hand away as we all piled in the car, all the while each one of them interrogating me on the deats on Cameron and I’s relationship.

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Hero Cafe - Chapter 4

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Viperion was running casual rounds, what Chat liked to call pop-up patrol, though he usually added a pun in there somewhere, when his lyre chirped with an incoming call. He rolled across the next flat rooftop, shedding his momentum and coming to a stop. He pressed on the correct yellow diamond on the instrument and weapon to pop up his communicator screen.

"Hey Chat," he said with a smile. "Long time no see." He pressed the tip of his tongue to the back of one fang. Those had been a surprise development when he became an adult, by miraculous standards. He was used to them, but they were fun to press his extra-sensitive snake tongue to. In time, Chat Noir had picked up a set of sharp teeth as well, and Ladybug acquired actual functioning wings.

"Good to see you're back," Chat replied. "Short visit or long one, this time?" He was carrying a box wrapped in the same brown paper as all the gifts he'd been leaving for Marinette.

"A nice long stay." He was glad to be home for the foreseeable future.  While he enjoyed traveling and performing, he didn't care for the drama, headaches, and chaos. His mum's boat had more than enough chaos to tide him over for a lifetime. Plus, Marinette, his heart and home,  was here. It was no surprise to anyone who knew him that he was more creative, writing loads more music, when he was here.

"Excellent," Chat said with a purr. "That being the case, there's a new place you need to see." His grin was eager and almost as full of joy as he'd seen on the young man Luka knew hid behind that mask.

"Is there, now?" Viperion drawled, suspecting he'd already seen it. But it would harm no one to let Chat Noir think he'd brought him there. It would also provide him more information on the situation.

"Hells to the yeah," Chat replied. "Let's meet up, and I'll show you." He held up the box in one hand. "I have something to drop off anyway."

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"Now before we get there," Chat said, pausing on the edge of a rooftop to give Viperion as serious a look as he'd ever seen on the cat's face. "Are you fortunate enough to be familiar with the angel known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" He waved one hand and quickly amended, "No identifiers, just… do you know who she is?"

Viperion grinned. Oh, he knew her all right, and since Chat's civilian self was there when Ladybug gave him the snake miraculous, he knew the other man was aware of who he was and that he knew Marinette. But appearances had to be maintained. "You could say I'm well acquainted with her, and her work."

Chat beamed at him and hopped happily from one foot to the other. "Oh good. She's so invested in the things she does, and you can't really know her if you aren't at least passing familiar with her work."

Viperion nodded. Chat wasn't wrong.

"So…" Chat took a deep breath. "Are you a member of the crushing on Marinette club?"

He squashed the laugh that wanted to erupt out. Melodie tried to warn him, but he thought she was being melodramatic. "There's…" He cleared his throat. "There's a club?"

Chat snorted. "Of course there's a club. I mean… you've seen her. She's just amazing." He sighed dreamily. "So clever, so quick, and all in that adorable package."

"She is the whole package," Viperion agreed. The'd been officially dating for just shy of two weeks, and that was just enough time to realize how much more incredible she was than he'd previously thought. "Pretty sure I'm the president of the club. I've been crushing on her for… a very long time."

"Pffft. Good luck wrestling that title away from Queenie and Ryuko," Chat said, laughing. 

It was as he'd expected. The entire team was drawn to her, and it made sense. She was divine creation and deserved all the affection. And they were all improved from their interactions with her. She made them all better, stronger, happier, just more of who they were simply by her presence, even if the rest of the team wasn't aware of that.

"Anyway, as if she wasn't already the pinnacle of perfection, she made a very special place for the heroes of Paris." He led the way to Marinette's balcony.

While Luka had seen the Hero Cafe several times with his precious muse, coming to it from the rooftops let him see it the way the other heroes surely had. It was an oasis just for them, painstakingly crafted with all their needs and comfort in mind. As he landed lightly on the floor, it felt less like a mere place and more like a love letter to the heroes in her care. He couldn't have kept the smile from his face even if he wanted to, and he really didn't want to.

Even before being paired with Tikki, before taking on the mantle of guardian, Marinette obviously had so much love to give. Her dual roles only enhanced that, and while he was sure she would have been content dating just himself, coming to the cafe like this with Chat reinforced his belief that she'd be happier if she was allowed to love all of them in whatever way she was called to. Who knew that being on the road so often with Jagged would open his eyes and his heart to relationship options that would better fit his own situation?

"Isn't it incredible?" Chat asked, pulling Viperion out of his own headspace.

"It really is," Viperion agreed softly. Yes. He'd make sure Marinette understood how important this really was to the other heroes, if it was the last thing he did. He felt the huge smile stretching his face. He was going to enjoy that.

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Luka swept his hand over the top of the chest he'd helped Marinette disassemble, transport, and reassemble on the balcony. They'd found it when they were wandering about Port de Grenelle. One of the larger yacht owners was getting rid of it as part of a remodel. It was designed to take the weather, but having been on a rich person's yacht, it was more attractive than the storage cubbies on the Liberty. It was a perfect addition to Marinette's cafe, allowing another place for outdoor storage, but also serving as a bench for times when more of the team was present and the few chairs weren't enough.

Marinette opened the chest and tucked in the little bins she'd been assembling in her sewing corner for the past week.

"Whatchya got there, Melodie?" he asked, leaning forward in interest. He was surprised when she handed him the one labeled Viperion.

She grinned at him. "Go ahead. Open it up."

He unlatched the lid and peeked inside to find fabric the teal color of his super suit. He raised an eyebrow. "What did you make…" he glanced at the stack of bins. "...for all of us?"

Marinette giggled. "You'll have to take it out to see.  And it's too late to stop me. They're all done already."

He let out a snort. "As if I could deny you." All she had to do was shoot him the kitten eyes, and even if his goal was to help her, he'd cave.  Well… she didn't quite know that.  And to be fair, if her well-being were truly at stake, he was pretty sure he could even endure those. He pulled out a loose pair of sweats, a zip hoodie, and a soft fabric domino mask a little larger than the one Sass provided, and without the fangs.

"They're in case anyone needs or wants to transform while they're here." She pointed to the extra fabric he'd helped her hang in the corner two days ago. "That'll drop into a privacy screen. Heroes can go back there, transform, change, and come out looking mostly like their transformed selves in their own themed sweats." She beamed at him.

He shook his head, knowing there was a stupid smile on his face and not caring at all. "This is why you're the guardian," he murmured. "You think of everything. You take such good care of us." He set aside the bin and leaned into her space, close enough to feel the heat of her skin on his own. "And in return, I plan to take very good care of you." He heard her breath catch a little.

She tilted her head just enough to meet his eyes, her bottom lip trapped in her teeth for a moment. "Is that a promise, or a threat?" she asked, all Ladybug in attitude and posture.

"Yes." He gently pounced at her, lowering her to the floor as he kissed her stupid.

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Luka was cuddling with Marinette in the Hero Cafe when Chat Noir stopped by. It turned out that the new storage chest made a great loveseat.

"Ah," Chat said, looking a bit surprised. "Princess! Good evening!"

Luka smothered his laugh as he saw the black cat awkwardly attempting to hide a parcel behind his back. He loosened his grip on his girlfriend and gently encouraged her to go meet the hero.

"What do you have there, Kitty?" she asked knowingly.

Chat Noir smiled meekly. "A token of my appreciation." It sounded like a question.

"I've told you I don't need gifts, right?" she asked.

Chat nodded, his shoulders hunched a little so he could cant his head up for the most effective angle for his kitten eyes.  Adrien definitely knew how to position his body for the best impact. "But Princess," he whined plaintively. "You're awesome and deserve gifts."

Luka couldn't hold back the chuckle then. "C'mon Melodie. Let the nice cat give you a gift. He's right."

Chat beamed at Luka, clearly appreciating being backed up.

"Oh." Marinette looked at the two of them, suddenly a bit flustered. Luka knew she could hold her own around either of them, but she was still kind of new to the idea that she was allowed to like them both, and it wasn't common for her to be Marinette around both of them. "Um… Chat, this is Luka. Luka, this is Chat Noir, obviously."

Luka reached out and shook Chat's hand, finding this whole thing amusing. "Have a seat. Let us get you fixed up with a snack or something." He waved toward the cafe chairs and eased past the hero and his girlfriend to reach the refrigerator.

Chat glanced from Luka to Marinette. "Uh, I don't mean to interrupt."

"Pffft! As if," Marinette said with a giggle. "This is the Hero Cafe. You are welcome here any time."

"You're not interrupting anything," Luka added. "We were waiting for you."

Chat's eyes went round in his surprise. "You were?"

Marinette bounced a bit on her toes in her excitement. "Luka helped me set up some new amenities." She scampered over and demonstrated the drop curtain. "You now have a changing cubicle, if you need it." She peeked out from behind the curtain. "Luka fits no problem, so it should be more than big enough for any of the heroes."

"And that's not even the best part," Luka added.

Marinette tugged the rope to raise the curtain before pouncing toward the storage chest. "I've made a sweatsuit for every hero." She pulled out the top two boxes, showing the labels of Viperion and Chat Noir."

Chat was absolutely silent as he opened his box, and the joy and awe on his face was something he'd never seen his friend wear before. 

"You want some of Papa Tom's classic stew from tonight, or the orange sesame chicken from last night?" Luka asked, pulling out a plate as he looked over the menu on the whiteboard.

"Oh…" Chat fumbled a little, quickly sneaking a hug to the hoodie before carefully folding it back up. "I don't really need anything. I should probably get back to work."

"You should probably have a meal first," Marinette countered.

Chat looked down at his hands, a hint of pink visible in his cheeks despite the low light. "I'll take the orange chicken."

Luka assembled a plate, popping it into the microwave.

"Is there milk in the refrigerator, or did I forget to bring that up?" Marinette asked.

"I can go get it," Luka assured her. He'd distracted her from her stocking task, after all.

Marinette shook her head and darted down her ladder before he could stop her. "No worries.  I got it."

Luka shook his head, letting out a breathy laugh. His Melodie was capable of great bravery, but she could also bolt in panic at the first hint of intimidating conversations.

"So… are you two dating?" Chat asked. It was only because Luka knew both Adrien and Chat so well that he could see the other man bracing himself for painful news. His smile went a little pinched.

"Yes, but," Luka replied.

Instead of looking hurt, Chat looked confused, which was definitely preferable. "Yes… but?"

"Yes, we are dating," Luka added, considering the best way to explain. He was glad they'd gotten Chat Noir solo for this first. "But we don't have a traditional relationship." He pulled the plate out of the microwave and went to join Chat near the table. He only had to wave toward the bin that doubled as a bench, and the hero sat down. "I know Marinette is special to other people." 

Chat blinked at him in surprise, but didn't speak.

"And I know you're one of the people she holds in highest regard," Luka added.

The poor cat hero was apparently surprised and flustered to receive such praise. They needed to work on his self-esteem, probably on both sides of his mask.

 "I knew that before we even talked about dating." Luka shrugged. "At least before we talked about how a relationship might work now that I'm done traveling for a while." A polyamorous relationship hadn't really occurred to him before his more recent tour run. It turned out that Jagged's drummer was a member of a long term triad.

 "And… you're okay with me coming here? Giving her gifts?" Chat asked.

"I don't own her," Luka explained. "And it would be terribly wrong of me to try to control who she sees and spends time with. Ultimately, I want my Melodie to be happy." He shrugged again. "Sure, she might be able to be happy with just me, and she was willing to try that, but I think she'll be happiest if she's not expected to be so… restrictive in her affections."

"Oh." Chat Noir sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap, his mouth a tight O and his eyes as wide as pie plates. "So… it's okay that I like her?"

Luka smiled, nodding. "It's fine with me, and I can assure you that she does like you. Very much." While it might have been good for Marinette to have this conversation herself, he wanted to help her. "And it's not exactly a platonic feeling."

Marinette appeared with a jug of milk. "I'm back. Sorry about that." Her music was adorably flustered, and he suspected she'd had to talk herself into coming back up here to have this important conversation.

"Get Chat his drink and come sit with us, Melodie," he suggested, settling himself on the bench with just enough space between himself and Chat for her.

Marinette did as he asked, though she initially attempted to sit on one of the chairs. Luka slipped a long arm around her and tugged her into place between them. "So… uh… what have you two been talking about?"

Luka gave her a sly smile as he slipped an arm around her.

When she turned to Chat, the hero immediately went flustered. "Ah… eh… Luka was explaining your relationship?"

"There's no need to be nervous," Luka assured the other man. "Or shy. Though if you prefer to talk about this without me, I understand."

Chat did not look reassured.

"No," Marinette said quietly. She shook her head. "No, that's not how I want to do it."

"Okay." Luka gave her a gentle side hug. "You're in charge of this, Melodie. We'll do things how you want, and at your pace." He knew it was the right response when she leaned into him for a moment.

"This is kind of new and I'm really awkward," she muttered.

Luka chuckled and met Chat's softly amused look.

Chat cleared his throat. "So you two have an… open relationship? Is that the right name for it?" He obviously wanted to help make things easier for Marinette, and that only endeared him to Luka more.

"Not…" Marinette huffed. "It's not exactly open. We're not... neither of us are just going to go out and date other people. That's not what this is. There's… more communication than that. But, we're not opposed to bringing other people into the relationship." After their initial conversation about what their relationship could look like, she'd gone on a research bender, reading anything she could about polyamorous relationships. She'd brought back each new understanding to Luka, either over the phone or in person so they could discuss what was a fit for them.

"So a new person in the relationship would be dating both of you?" Chat asked, his head tilted.

Luka buried his smile in Marinette's hair. While he wouldn't personally be adverse to that, he had no clue where Adrien fell on the romantic or sexual spectrums.

"Not… exactly." Marinette frowned and stared at her toes. "So if one of us wants to date someone else, in addition to each other, we'll talk about it. It's a… respectful check in to make sure everything still feels comfortable and good. It's not a good idea to use polyamory as a bandage for a relationship that isn't working." Her mountains of research were showing. "And you might be surprised how often people do that.  So we check in. And if things aren't okay, we address that first, figure out what's wrong and deal with it before complicating things with another person." She glanced at Luka and he offered her an encouraging smile. "These people could be dating just one of us, or both of us. And each relationship will have its own negotiation and agreement."

"Oh, wow." Chat swallowed, and Luka realized his pupils were larger than normal. "That's… it sounds like really thoughtful planning, but also kinda complicated."

"Life is kinda complicated," Luka offered. "And it gets more so any time we make a new friend or add something new to our lives, hobbies, people…"

"Instruments," Marinette teased.

Luka chuckled. "Yes, instruments definitely complicate things."

Chat looked amused. "Really?"

"He's got this hurdy gurdy that is such a dramatic shit," Marinette pointed out. "It has a tantrum if it's not played every three days or so and goes wildly out of tune."

"Clyde is a dramatic shit," Luka agreed.

"He had to make space in his luggage to bring it with on his last tour because it was such a brat last time he went away." She giggled happily. "How did your bandmates like Clyde?"

Luka snorted. "They could all relate. Jagged has an acoustic guitar that does the same thing."

They sat in silence for a moment, smiles on all their faces before Chat finally spoke again. "I imagine being a superhero makes relationships even more complicated."

"Probably," Luka agreed. "But maybe a lot of the complications there are more superficial than you think. Or it gets easier with practice."

"And with anything, you have to weigh the positives against the negatives," Marinette suggested. "You have to figure out if it's worth the complication."

Chat nodded. "Yeah. Definitely not something to rush into without thinking it through."

"Enough serious stuff," Luka said. "You should eat your dinner before it gets cold, and we should watch that movie if we're going to."

"We could bring the laptop up here if you'd like to join us," Marinette offered.

"Thank you for the invite, Princess. But I think I'm going to pass for tonight. I do have work to get back to." Chat gave her a sweet smile. "But perhaps another time we could do that."

Luka encouraged Marinette down into her room so they could leave Chat to his thoughts.

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Chapter 106 - SBT

Here it is!

“Alright, here we are." 

"Meow." Perle sat down and Soot imitated her. A couple of weeks had passed since the birth of the kittens now and they had opened their eyes fully.

"Mundy, I would rather stay outside, I really don't think that-"

"No." Mundy cut Lucien's speech. "No excuses, no half-truths. We go together." Lucien raised his eyes to Mundy and sighed. "Don't look so sad, Lu', you're not the one takin' risks here."

"Of course I am." Lucien answered. "If this whole idea fails, who is going to carry your sorrow with you?" 

"I… Yeah, I'm sorry." Mundy sighed and adjusted his grip on the basket he was holding in his arms. The kittens were squeaking and squealing gently there.

"It is fine." Lucien answered. "Mundy?"

"Yeah?" Mundy raised sorry eyes to his lover. 

"Je t'aime, mon loup. You will make it."

[I love you, my wolf.]

"Hope so… C-Can you knock on the door for me, please?"

"Before I do," Lucien raised his eyes to Mundy. "Take a deep breath."

Mundy melted and his shoulders sank. He smiled, albeit sadly. 

"Love you, Lu', you're my everythin'." He whispered and their eyes locked, both blushing. 

Lucien raised his hand and gave the dark brown door a few knocks. 

"Oh, hey boys, come in, please…" Caroline opened the door and let both men through. 

"Who's that?" Mike asked from his sofa. 

"It's Micky and Lucien." Caroline answered while throwing a mildly scared glance at Lucien. The Frenchman nodded to her. 

Mike appeared at the living-room's door, his hand on the door frame. 

"What d'you want?" He bluntly asked. 

Perle took a step forward and her fluffy hair spiked everywhere along her spine. Soot joined her, standing defensively between his wife, his children, his fathers and grandmother, and Mike.

"The cats had babies, we've come here to show them to Mum and you, Dad." Mundy answered.

"Pff…" Mike looked down at Perle and Soot. They were showing their fangs and hissing. 

"Pearl, Soot, no." Mundy said, but the cats disobeyed, their posture was defensive. "Please, guys…" 

The old man took the stairs up and disappeared. 

"You guys come in and make yourselves at home, I'll go and talk to him." Caroline almost whispered to them, and both men agreed. 

They sat in the living-room, Mundy on the sofa and Lucien on the armchair. Mundy put the basket on his lap and Perle jumped to her little ones. Soot helped her bathe them all.

"I'm not so sure it'll ever wo-"

"Shh." Lucien cut him. He was pricking his ears up, trying to hear what Caroline and Mike were saying, but to no avail. "I cannot hear them…" He finally gave up. "Not with the babies mewling that much."

"Bah…" 

"Meow." Perle took them out of the basket one by one and lay down. The babies were hungry and the Mummy had felt it. She started feeding them when Caroline and Mike came back downstairs. 

"So! Where are my great-grand babies…?" She excitedly asked.

"Here, Mum, look." 

Caroline took a seat next to Mundy.

"Aw, look at them… There are… four! They're adorable! How old are they?"

"Just two weeks today." Mundy answered. 

"Aw…" Caroline stared at the little ones feeding from their mother who was trying to bathe them at the same time. "Do they have names?" 

"Yeah, Lu', c'mere and tell Mum." 

"Uhm, of course…" Lucien rose from the armchair and crouched in front of the sofa. "This lady here is Marshmallow, this one is Inky, and then we have two brave little males. This black one is Bushcat, or as Mundy calls him, Bushkitty, and this white one with black paws is Glovy the Second."

"The Second?"

"Yeah," Mundy answered. "Previous litter had a similar kitty but with inverted colours and we called him Glovy. He liked his food a lot too, a bit like this one. He's always the first on his mum's milk and the last to go away from her. He even sometimes falls asleep still sucklin'..." 

"Poor baby…" Caroline smiled. "Ooh, they look gorgeous, look at their eyes…! Bushkitty has one green and one blue, eh? That's very pretty!"

"Yeah, one from his mum and one from his dad." 

"Congrats, Pearl, your babies are gorgeous…!" Caroline gently patted Perle's head who closed her eyes under the tender gesture. "Mike, come have a look-see, they're adorable…!" 

Lucien went back to the armchair to leave some space and Mike approached, not without glaring at the man…

"Listen to them mewl, aw, cutie pies…" Caroline insisted, trying to get a reaction out of Mike, but the old man remained as lively as marble. 

Mike took one more step and Soot jumped to his feet to hiss and show his fangs, digging his claws on the couch's armrest. Perle's ears were pulled back too. She curled on her babies defensively before slowly rising to her feet as well. 

"Right. They don't want me to get close." Mike sighed. 

"Pearl, you get down and Soot too. What's this now?" Mundy's voice was authoritative and it surprised everyone in the room, from Caroline and Mike, to Lucien. The cats immediately stopped and Soot withdrew to Mundy's lap. "There. And stop hissin', we raised you better than that." 

"Meow…" Both adult cats lowered their heads apologetically.

"It's ok, but don't hiss like that ever again, not at Dad's dad, alright?" 

"Meow." 

He scratched Perle and Soot's heads.

There was a second of silence in the room. Everyone was processing what had just happened differently. Lucien was melting on his seat, only he didn't let it show. He didn't know Mundy could be authoritative, and gosh, his insides were molten lava. 

Caroline was overwhelmed by the pride she was feeling. If this was what Mundy was like as a father, then her job on that planet was done. He knew when to step his foot down but showed compassion too. The mother couldn't help but take some pride for herself, surely Mundy had learnt that from her, at least a bit?

The one whose emotions were hidden as well as Lucien's, was Mike. God only knew what he thought of that, but he came closer and sat at the edge of the sofa, on the armrest. Perle looked at him intensely and turned her head to Mundy, who nodded. 

The lady cat carefully approached the old man, who was offering his fingers. She smelt them from a distance and got closer, ever so slowly. Soot jumped on the sofa and tended to the babies.

Perle looked in the direction of her Papa, who nodded too. He wanted to speak, but Lucien was trying to make himself as small as possible in the room. 

The lady cat finally brushed her head against Mike's fingers gently. The old man softly scratched her and she purred, her meows wrapped around the rolling of her purrs. 

"There ya go, baby, this is your Gramps, he's nice."

"Meow?" 

"See how I'm your Dad?" 

"Meow." 

"Well this is my Dad."

"Meow?" 

"Yeah, this is my Mum, and my Dad." Mundy explained. 

"Treat her like your kid, huh?" Mike finally broke the silence. 

"Yeah, she listens." Mundy said and scooted over. He pulled Perle to himself to create some space and Mike joined them on the couch. Caroline and Lucien exchanged an eager gaze. 

"Lucien, d'you mind helpin' me with the tea?" 

"Of course." Lucien took the bait and followed Caroline out. They went to the kitchen and shut the door. Then, both promptly stuck their ears to it… 

"So, how've you been, Dad?"

"Not too bad. Last week, we sold most stuff at the market. With the extra, I had the car fixed."

"What was wrong with it?" 

"The cylinder head gasket needed replacin'."

"Ah, fair. Is it fixed now?"

"Yeah, it's alright now."

Both were nervously petting Perle while the little ones mewled and explored the sofa, wrestling with each other while wobbling on their short legs. 

"And uh… What's up with you, son?" 

Mundy's ears pricked up at "son". 

"Not much. Been busy with these fluff balls. Hard to raise them proper with the daytime job and all, but we manage. Lu' works in the mornings, I take the afternoons, unless there's an emergency."

"They're alright? Growin' well?" 

"Yeah, so far, so good. Today's their first day outside the house."

"They're curious, eh?" Mike said as Glovy and Bushcat tried to climb on his thigh. 

"Yeah, sorry about that, I can take them back…"

"No, no, they're fine." Mike gently let his finger run on the little ones' heads, and Mundy grinned. "Son?"

"Yeah?" 

"I uh… I still don't get it." Mike said in a serious tone. "For Lucien and you."

"Ah yeah, well… It's uh, it's alright. You don't need to-"

"No." Mike cut him short. "I… I wanna understand this. Been talkin' to your Mum about it." He scooped Glovy and petted him between his hands. "I don't know, son…" 

Perle took Bushcat in her mouth and gently dropped him on Mike's lap. The young black male curled down and looked up at Mike.

"I listen to your Mum, see? She's been tellin' me a lot about you and Lucien. Every time she visits you guys, she comes back and tells me about it, gives me the news." 

Perle took Inky and dropped her on Mike's lap. She sat down there and didn't move.

"I don't get it cause I don't feel it in me. Never felt more for a bloke than just bein' friends. Hell, it never came to me that you could be more. And we didn't raise you like that, son, nah, we didn't. So of course, I thought about it all for a long time. Where the hell could you have got the idea from? You can't have just thought about it on your own, can you?" 

Perle finally took Marshmallow and brought her to her great-grand father's lap. The poor kitten lay down, curled in a ball against Bushcat, she seemed afraid.

"But then, when I thought I could never get it, I asked your Mum. And as always, she knew."

Perle lay down, curling her body around her babies, on Mike's lap. 

"She asked me why I chose her. I told her that it was because she was kind, and pretty, and compassionate… I went on until I couldn't think of any words anymore. D'you know what she said then?" Mundy shook his head. "That your Auntie Sally was the same." Mike chuckled and Mundy smiled. The old man laced his arms around Mundy's shoulder. "Then she told me that there is no rhyme or reason as to why I chose her. Yeah, she's nice and all, but lots of other girls are like that too. But your mum has somethin' special that speaks only to me, on the inside, somethin' that no one can put into words. And that's why I chose her." 

Mundy smiled at his father's dreamy eyes. He could clearly see that even after all these years, Mike still loved Caroline, a bit out of habit of course, but the feelings deep down, they were still the same. 

"Then she said it was the same for you and Lucien. You chose him cause he's nice and all, but also, there's stuff you can't explain to me, you can't explain it to anyone, but when you think of him, it feels alright." 

Mundy nodded. 

"Y'know, I still find it a bit weird but… I'll try. I can't promise I won't give weird looks, I'm sorry, it's just so strange to me. But that doesn't mean I don't love you, Micky. It's just that I'm a bit… surprised, if that makes sense." 

"Does that mean you're ok with Lu' and me?" 

"I'm… I'm tryin' my best, son and uh… I'm sorry I didn't just understand it sooner." Mike pulled Mundy in an unexpected hug. "I made your mum and you worry about me and for what? Cause you were happy with a bloke. God damn it, I asked Maurice and he told me he was a war hero that Lucien of yours, did you know?" 

Mundy nodded, returning his father's hug and holding him close. 

"Y-yeah, I know." 

"He's… Maurice told me he's a hell of a guy, traditional, and honest, hard-workin' too." 

Mundy nodded again. 

"Micky?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you really happy with him?" 

The Aussie closed his eyes. 

"Yeah, I am." 

"For sure?" 

"Yeah. He saved me and sacrificed everythin' for me, even his own self. I won't find anyone else like him, Dad." 

"Right. Then, please go and get him out of the kitchen, I need to talk to him." Mike gently pulled himself out of the embrace.

"Alone?"

"Nah, bring your mum too." 

"Ok… Uh, Dad?" 

"Mh?" 

"Thank you." Mundy smiled. 

"Heh, I should be the one apologisin' and you're thankin' me? Gosh, son…" Mike ruffled Mundy's hair. "You're a good boy. Now go and get Lucien." 

"Alright." 

Mundy went to the kitchen and gestured to Lucien and Caroline to come. They brought Caroline's usual tray of tea and biscuits. 

"You wanted to see me, Mike?" Lucien asked. 

The old man gently scooped the kittens out of his lap and Perle helped him remove them. He then stood up to Lucien and looked up at him. 

"You sit down next to me." 

Lucien nodded and obeyed, Mundy went to the armchair.

"Now you listen here… I talked to Micky. I talked to Caroline too. I'm not sayin' any of this makes sense to me at all, alright?" 

Lucien nodded. 

"I wanna ask a few things." 

"Pray do." 

"What d'you think of my Micky?" 

Lucien took a deep breath. 

"He is… unique. Without a doubt, he is the most compassionate soul I have ever met. His unconditional love for you and Caroline speaks at length for his faithfulness, his patience and his loyalty. I have seen him show love for his family, for his friends, and for animals in an outstandingly respectful way. I have also seen his wrath and his frustration, and I admire him for them too. There is something beautifully frightening in seeing a man so gentle become furious. But as of late, I have had the privilege of seeing a more confident Mundy, and what a sight… I think you have raised an example for the human kind, Mike. You might not even see it, or not the way that I do, but please hear my words and believe them."

Mike had listened, frowning all along and nodding from time to time. From the armchair, Mundy was shaking, his limbs were trembling silently as his jaw clenched. 

"Is Micky happy with you?"

"This is my only worry." Lucien answered. "I strive to make his life complete, to make him feel as whole as possible. If in your eyes I am not doing enough for it, then please understand that no one else on Earth would do as much as I have, and I am not exaggerating when I say that I am, and will remain, the only person who will go to unthinkable ends for Mundy's happiness."

"Lu'-"

"Son." Mike raised a hand to silence Mundy. He turned to Lucien again. "You takin' care of him as best as you can?"

"Oui." 

"Hm." Mike nodded to himself. "You… You really make him happy, huh?" 

"More than I thought I could make anyone, including myself." Lucien answered. 

"And d'you have plans for the future?" Mike asked. 

"Neither him or I are young anymore. I do not plan anything else but live with him for as long as God allows it. Whatever his wishes, whatever he dreams of, I shall know of it and bring it to him. Those are my plans for the future." 

"Hm…" 

Mike remained silent for a minute that seemed like an entire life and a half for everyone in the room. 

"Meow…" Perle moved her babies to both Lucien and Mike's lap before sitting on Lucien's lap. She raised a paw to him and he gently held it and put it back down.

"Attends, ma chérie, je parle avec Mike, c'est important."

[Wait, my darling, I am talking with Mike and it is important.]

"Caroline?" Mike asked. 

"Yeah?" 

"Anythin' you wanna ask him?" 

"N-no…?" She answered surprised. 

"Well, c'mon, y'have to, we can't let Micky go with him without askin' a few things…!"

"Mike, they already are together, what are you on about?"

"Yeah, but you know that this isn't about them bein' together, it's about you and I givin' our blessin'." 

Mundy's eyes watered up. Lucien saw it and looked at Perle before nodding in direction of the poor Aussie, melting on his island of an armchair, further away from the action. Perle turned her head to her Dad and both Soot and her went to comfort him. The kittens squealed in Lucien and Mike's lap, seeing Mummy further away, but both men kept them warm in their palms. 

"I have nothin' to ask, I've seen them. I've seen them and I've heard them at home, they're… They work perfectly, Mike, they might even work better than you and me!" 

Lucien was sandwiched between Caroline and Mike and leaned back on his seat to not block their conversation. 

"C'mon, Carrie, ask him one thing at least, just for good measure…!"

"Right, right…. Uh, Lu'?"

"Oui?" 

"Will you excuse Mike and his century old manners with you?" 

"Carrie!" Mike exclaimed and Lucien smiled. 

"Non, please, I am an old man, and a man of tradition too. It is only normal that Mike asks me a few things." Lucien tried to calm both parents down. 

"See? He gets it!" Mike said. 

"Oh well then, now you agree with Lucien, Mike, hm?" 

"Course, I do! He talks sense! Now, please Carrie, give us some tea, throats are dry here and we can't think anymore."

"Right, right… Here, Lu', pass this on to the old man from the last century, yeah?" 

"Of course, Mike? Here is your cup." Lucien handed him the cup that Caroline had given him. 

"This is for you, Lu'... And this is for… oh?" 

Mundy had been staring, his back hunched and tears were streaming down his face. 

"Mundy…!" Lucien put his cup aside and the kittens on the carpet before going to Mundy. "What is wrong, Mundy?" 

"Step aside, son, I think this is for me to handle." 

Lucien felt a hand on his shoulder and withdrew. 

"Stand up, Micky." 

The Aussie pushed on his wobbly legs and Mike pulled him into a hug, to which Mundy couldn't resist and burst out sobbing, his knees gave up but Lucien held him from behind and helped him stand. 

"Dad…"

"Shh, son, don't cry… What's Lucien gonna think, eh? Didn't raise you to cry like that, eh?" Mike patted his back and held him close. "What's yer… uh… companion gonna think, eh?"

"Dad…" Mundy sobbed again, the only word he repeated was Dad for long, long minutes of wringing himself. 

"C'mere now, sit down." Father and son took a seat on the sofa. "There, there, thanks, Carrie. Look, your Mum's handin' you a tissue, yeah, wipe that mess off yer face, good boy… Now, can you speak?" 

Mundy's breath was hitched, his whole ribcage was trembling in erratic waves.

"Y-yeah… I-I'm sorry… I…" 

"Now, now, shh… You have nothin' to be sorry about. I should apologise to both of ya. Sorry, Micky, I didn't want to be mean to you or anythin', I just thought… I couldn't imagine how you could be happy with a man. And you," Mike turned to Lucien. "You continue takin' care of my Micky, alright?"

"Oui, Monsieur." Lucien nodded.

[Yes, Sir.]

"See how sensitive he is? He's fragile, my boy. But he's strong too, eh? I didn't raise a sissy! He's strong and sensitive. He's my boy, and if I learn that anyone's been mean to him…!"

"Mike," Caroline answered. "So far you've been that one…"

"Yeah well, I was… not really bright, anyway! That's not the point, point is, I love you Micky, you're my boy, the baby we chose to raise and we both love you. As I said, don't expect me to not give you the occasional weird stare, I can't help it, you can't change an old man, but I don't mean any harm. I'm just… I'm just surprised, is all." 

"Thanks so much, Dad, I…" Mundy hugged his father, clawing and clinging to him. 

"There, there, it's alright… Now, Carrie, give the boy his cup of tea, he's lost lots of water and will need the hydration. There we go… Now…"

Everyone held their cup and Mundy turned to take Lucien's hand in his. The Frenchman blushed intensely.

"Lucien?" Mike called. 

"Oui?"

"Did I tell you that one time we went fishin' with Micky and he caught a fish with his bare hands, or rather his bare foot?" 

"Oh, non, I don't believe you have." Lucien smiled in anticipation. 

"Well, it's not a flatterin' story, not at the beginnin'..."

"Dad, please…"

"Let me tell him, it's a good story."

"Dad…!" 

"He caught the fish, see? But the fish caught him too! It was a vicious thing that grabbed his foot!"

"Oh, God…" Mundy hid his face in his hands. 

"See, we were on a lil' row boat and Micky fell in the water trying to pull on his fishin' rod too hard. When he came back to the surface, the damn thing was on his lil' bare foot!"

Lucien chuckled and Mundy shook his head. 

"Dad, he doesn't need to know that…"

"Yeah, he does. Now there was also that one time where he tried to hunt bees, now I'm sure you can guess how it ended, eh?" Mike chuckled. "Carrie, get us the photo album, Lucien's gotta see the picture…"

"Dad, no, please…!" 

"Come on! It was ages ago, let me show him what specimen you were… See, he caught the bee in the end, but the poor thing stung him on his ear as it tried to escape and the poor kid got an ear as big as a frying pan!" 

Caroline brough the photo album. 

"Now, squeeze a bit boys, c'mere Carrie… There we go… Now, let's have a look, yeah?"

"Dad, do we really have to?"

"Yeah we do! Lucien has to know what kind of a kid you were. Now, where was I…?"

Perle gathered her little ones and with Soot's help, they all went on their parents and grandparents' laps. As it turned out, the kittens were as curious about the pictures as Lucien was. 

The Frenchman turned his head to meet his lover's gaze and smiled. Mundy's eyes were still a bit red with the crying, but he grinned back, and he slid his fingers between Lucien. 

[writingsofmyimagination]

With Custard

Gif is mine :)

This Fic was written for the @bangtansmutcentral​ & @ksmutclub​ Made With Love Project.

 My partner was @mind-of-a-hardstan​ and I chose to write the next part to her fic Apple Pie   A Hobi post break up AU - Which I loved.

I hope you enjoy my additon!

Pairing: Hobi x Reader

Genre/Rating: Post Break Up Au/18+

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (light BDSM themes) & A Perfect way to use some food.

Sooo here goes…

Saturday rolled around way quicker than you’d liked. The eggs and custard weighed down your basket like the nerves sedimenting at the bottom of your stomach. Layers and layers of thoughts, questions upon questions & doubts over doubts

How can it be different?

Will he give you more of his time?

Can you do this again?

What was it he wasn’t telling you?

You left his ass because you rarely saw him, he was always working. The relationship, if you could even call it that, wasn’t there. You loved how dedicated and passionate he was to his dancing and singing but something changed. You’d become good friends with all of his bandmates; Jimin and Yoongi more so. Hoseok was always busy this wasn’t new; his schedule was gruelling but the last month or so before you split, he’d also become distant. Leaving you feeling like you weren’t even worth rushing home for after practice anymore. The way his words rolled down your spine two days ago.

“I’ve missed you”

Each syllable laced with sadness as it trickled down each of your vertebrae. You’d missed him too. He could have persuaded you to stay, quite easily if you were honest. You just wanted to see some fight from him.

Your insides were coiled in tight knots. Even though you had a key you knocked on his apartment door; it wasn’t your place to just walk into anymore.

Do I look okay?

Should I have put more effort in?

Jesus Y/N it’s 9am on a Saturday, you look fine

Your white strap top was tucked snug into high waisted denim skinny jeans; A black blazer shrouded your shoulders from the morning nippy breeze that battered you on the short walk from your car.

You heard ruffled hurried feet at the door before it clicked open. His shoulders immediately dropping as the relief oozed out of them.

“Hey”

“Hey”

He stepped back welcoming you in to what used to be one of your favourite places; home. It was unchanged. Neatly arranged furniture hardly filling the expansive space. The sun was still rising over the blocky Seoul skyline; the lounge chair you’d pushed to view the sunrises was still facing out of the long glass windows. Sometimes he’d curl up with you under the fleece blanket.

“After you left, I sat in that chair all night and watched the sky until I had to leave for practice”

“Hobi I… don’t know what to say” The shopping bag gently clattered on the marble side before you turned to face him. He swept himself into you, his face buried into your neck, arms scooped under yours and secured behind you. Your hands locked to the back of his neck, fingers stroking the soft currently brown tinted hair before you’d even registered your response. God, you’d missed him closed to you

why does he have to smell so good?.

The softness of his skin and the fragrance of coconut that lingered from his morning shower.

“I missed you” he muttered into your skin

“I missed you too” your head resting on his. How were you even going to talk about everything, you were speechless. Could you just not pretend all of this never happened?.

“Come on, let’s just make the apple pie and we’ll talk then okay?” You pulled up his chin to be met with glistened over puppy dog eyes. He nodded and offered you a sweet smile.

“You’re actually going to trust me to help?” he queried getting out the ingredients you’d asked him for.

“Well partly, you’ll just have to do what I tell you… for a change” You toyed. You really shouldn’t have, now was not the time for flirting. The way his lips curved up at the sides and the way his eyes shone told you he didn’t object. You both had a small chuckle relaxing even further naturally into each other’s company.

“Can I trust you to peel the skin of the apples and cut them into chunks?” You clicked the oven on to preheat, gas mark 6.

“I’ve got this” he told more to himself than you.

“Right I’ll handle the rest”

While he’d been focused on the apples your eyes had to fight to stay on what you were doing. His washed-out denim jeans, exposing far too much skin through the multiple rips effortlessly dragged your mind elsewhere.

Jesus, am I that frustrated that just a few jean rips have me spiralling?

Apparently, that answer was yes; it always was especially when It came to his thighs.

If he’d caught you oogling he certainly didn’t’ say. You were courteous in kind suppressing all smirks when his eyes wandered over to you when your blazer left your shoulders. Hobi though unlike you could not be as subtle. His hand would brush against yours while he was leaning to grab something, or he’d move you to the side slightly by way of his hand on your hip.

//

“I guess I’ll have to write this down for your mum won’t I” your hands wrapping round the towel drying them off, leaning against the work top.

“She will love you forever”

“Think she’ll trade for her Bakewell tart recipe?”

“Definitely! How long’s it’s going to be?”

“Just under an hour”

“Wanna talk now?” you offered

“Nope” he breathed pushing into you shoving you hard against the work top; hands either side of your face. One leg pushed in between your thighs. Your breathe was lost, caught in lips which were starved of you; and you didn’t half feel it. Your grip at his wrists loosened instead balling your fists round his white shirt at his waist. The pair of you finally needed to come up for air. His forehead flush to yours while your chests rose and fell together trying to contain the frantically beating hearts beneath them.

His hair had fallen over his face shielding his eyes, one hand had slipped and rested on your chest the other his fingers were slightly curled into your hips, bracing, holding himself back.

“We should really talk first” you panted with very little conviction. Hands still balled round his shirt; consciously restraining yourself from grinding on his thigh.

“Just let me make you feel good” His head nudged yours to the side kissed your neck exactly where he knows your weak. He felt the caught moan in your throat.

“Just let me love you…please!” Normally you’re the one whining for him, his eyes were crying out for you. Pleading. Hands shoved him back. In the split second the smirk from his face dissipated, until you hurriedly yanked your shirt over your head launching it the same place as all your rational thoughts; where you didn’t care!

You yanked him by his belt loop back to you, the elated smile back to full volume, the kitten that got the creamiest milk He tapped at the side of your thigh. Up!.

Legs wrapped round his waist, he stabilised your weight assisted by the worktop before setting you down on the dining table which was at an easier level. You’d many times been reminded it was the perfect height the amount of times Hobi had fucked you on or bent over it. Your arms held at his neck tight while his hands unhooked your jeans and yanked them past your behind in a gust. One strong kiss at your lips had you chasing his lips as he removed all contact.

“Where are you going?”

He didn’t need to respond, the jug of custard in his hand said it all.

“It’s cold”

“Even better, underwear off princess!” It wasn’t a suggestion.

“Your shirt first” You bargained feeling brave; pout heavy on your lips.

“You’re lucky I’ve got making up to do otherwise you’d easily earn yourself a spanking for that”

He legs rested in between yours placing the jug behind you, tantalising licking the spoon clean which hung in his mouth. He obliged your request shedding his shirt off in a fluid motion. You could easily lose your way adrift the defined lines stretching across his olive skin. The way his jeans sat snug on his hips, the v line where his lower abs and obliques met were always candy to your eyes. He knew it too. He knew the way his hips swayed captivated every cell in you. Only god himself could help you when you saw him practice; surprisingly not he always invited you.

His finger tipped your chin up, hair ruffled, messy over his forehead framing the man you were so incapable of resisting. Your head obedient in following his hand, his lips fusing with yours; heavy and needy. Your hands unclipped your bra, straps ghosting your flushed skin as it slid down to the floor.

“Well this is new” he purred eyeing the silver ring now running through your nipple. His hand teasing down your neck and chest to investigate. The cool fingertips gliding across the skin underneath your chest heaved out with a heavy inhale

“Is it more sensitive?” He didn’t need the answer, he was going to find out regardless. Your eyes begged him ‘why don’t you find out’ as did the bottom lip being toyed with your teeth.

He was not one to be teased. The hand tracing was now gripping firm, holding you breast secure for his tongue to lavish. Nails on his shoulders, your audible inhale and the broken moan caught in your throat. He heard it all, giving him his answer.

“You never used to make that much of a fuss, so that’s a yes!” he deduced, pleased. Your core was beginning to ache, yearning for any contact and he’d hardly touched you. Using his shoulders as an anchor you pulled yourself closer to him arching your chest into him.

“Is my girl getting needy?” Hobi cooed slick with satiation.

“Mmmhmm…” was all you managed his lips catching any coherent words.

“Close your eyes, don’t open them otherwise you get nothing” Pouting, arms folded. You waited for whatever Hobi had left you to get. Without the heat of him around you the air cooled, goose bumps eliciting from your touch deprived skin. You were still using all your concentrated hearing to sense even the slightest sound. The familiar click of the bedroom door tainted the silence, every few steps you heard your pulse raced just that bit faster.

“Keep them closed” he reminded approaching you stealing the urge for you to open then. Even the silk now covering your eyes smelt like him. The scent was too strong for it to be natural; he’d sprayed it with your favourite aftershave of his. He watched you appreciate his choice.

“Hook your legs round loosely princess”

“…Hobi..” you breathed more in frustration than a plea as his fingers ghosted your core, barely making contact. Enough for him to feel how desperate you were for him; not enough for you to refrain from whining, bottom lip conveying your dismay. You pouted for too long. His teeth soon lightly clamped down softly. He nudged your legs up higher on his waist causing your hips to tilt.

“Fuck!” you cried nails digging harshly at his scapula, swallowing just as hard.

“Nice?” his almost whispered voice trickled down your ear, his breath running wild fire down your neck.

“Mmm” you hummed. A xmas gift from hobi; 2 kegal balls coated in purple silicon building the shape of a peanut now pushed snug inside you. A click emanated from a silicon tail before the vibrations started.

Shimmying out of your grip he swept the jug back into his hands. Your neck, the valley in between your breast, your pierced nipple, just above your naval. Your blood raced under the cold drips of the custard. Your thigh…your….

“6 areas, 6 places I want my mark. Call out the numbers baby” You rolled in the memory of the way his teeth would pinch and suck at your skin leaving blooming blotches of red to remind you of those nights

“5”

Teasing fingers traced the outline of the pools of custard. His hair tickling your sides, his tongue swirling the custard from your stomach, lips sealing on your skin above your Naval. Thighs tightening around his waist, his lips sucking the blooming red petals of blood vessels to the surface. You envisioned Hobi nearly on his knees, lips on your skin, hair covering his face in a coffee mess.

“Please let me see you” you whined. The dull vibrations of the balls were aching; only serving to increase the itch growing stronger inside you against your walls.

“Not yet princess, next number?”

“3” Hoping this would be the number to bring you relief. It wasn’t, just more torture. Hobi was going to make sure he used your new piercing as much for your benefit as his. The warm tongue on the cool metal of the bar, the disappearing coolness of the custard. The harsh bite of his teeth

“Are you making this order up?”

“The order is what I say it is baby” he purred onto your skin pressing open mouth kisses up your body until his lips tangled with yours.

“2” you whispered onto his breath. He dropped through your legs, tongue lapping at the custard from your inner thigh. His bite was much harsher on the meatier flesh, hissing through your teeth. One hand clamping down on a hand that was digging hard into your outer thigh. The pinching of your flesh ravaged your nerve endings; increasing the throb at your bundle of nerves.

//

One firm lick of his tongue up your sternum left only one number.

“1”

“Mmm” he hummed, dropping to his knees.

“Oh baby you’re glistening!” Lustful voice saturated with absolute approval.

“Now do I take my present out or leave it in?”

Your response was lost in a choke. The last strip of custard, had become a chimera with your arousal.

“God I’ve missed you, you taste so damn sweet” he panted in between your thighs.

“I think we can leave this now; I think you’d much prefer me inside yes?

The whine in agreeance as he left you feeling empty. Not for long. His fingers were quickly pressed to the velvet wall with the same pressure as his tongue was pressed flat to your clit. The whirlpool motion of the warm muscle had you fighting to control your breathing, head thrown back. Hand tight in his hair attempting to regain again type of stability. The strong come hither with his fingers had the pit of your stomach in your coils tight building up the pressure driving you into space.

//

“Want to cum yet?” The sweet devil asked denying your fall off the edge for the third time. His chest now flush to yours. Lips at your ear, fingers stilled inside you, palm pressed at your clit.

“Tell me how much how much you want it baby” You were more than happy to stroke his ego

“So…much” you were desperate

“Pleaasse” pleading on the brink.

In the midst of your moan the egg timer started ringing through the kitchen.

“Well you better cum then don’t want the pie to burn” You barely needed anything, the pressure tapping at your clit while his fingers were thrusting back in and out.

Your nails left red crescents printed on his skin.

“I love it when you fall apart” Purposely his palm stayed pressed against you prolonging the aftershocks.

“I’ll get the pie” The blindfold quickly discarded on the floor.

“I want you on all fours on the bed for me” It was an order.

//

The fresh breezy scent of the cotton sheets pressed to your cheek. A heavy hand pressing your neck leaving your ass up.

“I never got tired of how beautiful you look like this” His hand tracing down your spine to squeeze your ass before smacking his palm off it.

“Think you can cum for me again around my cock?” He used your arousal coating himself, brushing your clit sending more aftershocks through you.

“Think you should make sure I do” you challenged.

The ‘making love’ had fully disintegrated. He fucked you like it was the last thing he’d do on this planet. Your hips feeling the sweet bruising under his grip. You were panting half into the mattress until your hair was yanked back; moans flooding into the room.

“Please Hobi” you begged when he stilled inside you. He didn’t respond only to shove you on your back. He’d refused himself his favourite position.

“It’s been too long I wanna see your face when you come undone” he shoved your legs round his waist tightening them. Arms pinned above your head, held captive under one his hands; the other had his weight spread through his hand at the top of your chest. It drove you insane and had you clenching around him when he wasn’t being an asshole and pulling out frustrating slowly. You swore at him a lot, fully taking advantage of the lack of rules that he’d normally set

“I forgot how bratty you can be…without punishments…or a gag” He panted, hips snapping into you harder yet more infrequent.

“So you better cry my name out, wanna cum princess?”

“Fucking hell yes” the end of your words ended up being muffled by the handful of sheet you’d shoved over your mouth. He’d been keeping you on edge, teasing every last frustrated gasp, every last moan from your lips. Slowing down exactly when you needed him not to.

“let go”

//

“Are we actually going to talk now? And I’m absolutely starving, you went to roll out of bed. You were met with resistance in the form of Hobi climbing on top of you.

“I supposed we should. Apple Pie with custard coming up.”

//

“It was painful how much I missed you” Hobi admitted in between mouthfuls.

“I was right there at home Hobi” He sat up, slid the bowl on the bedside table looking at you with bloomed pupils, shining yet shying away to his hands which encased yours.

“You were right, I was away a lot more than my already usualness. And I was doing it on purpose”

It was a burn that scolded you, searing sadness across your heart. The thought of Hobi purposely staying away, the thought he didn’t love or want to see you dragged the colour from your face. You pulled away and joined him sitting. His eyes brows grey further apart, eyes widening pulled open by sheer panic.

“Hey” the cushioning soft tone of his voice, a cold compress on the burn. Forcing your hand up to his cheek.

“But not because I wanted to be away or I didn’t want you” He rushed.

“It’s just…” He sighed, shoulders dragged down in the secret he didn’t want to share.

“Yoongi is pretty in love with you and it was just becoming really hard to see the pain on his face”

Your brain could not compute the indecipherable code being spoken to you

“He… I mean I don’t think he realised I knew, I heard tears from him talking to Joon. He said it just kinda happened. I mean you can’t help that sort of thing but he was just hurting. From then I noticed more and more his eyes when I’d leave, him knowing I was coming home to you.”

You barely realised you’d stop breathing.

“Oh…I…I don’t know what to say” Mind wiped, completely.

“I didn’t know how tell you, it wasn’t my place. I guess I just kinda hoped you’d let the extra time away slide. I… I’m sorry, I never meant for you to feel so unimportant to me. You mean literally everything to me. I love you boo and I was so miserable without you in my life. Please forgive me”

“Will it be any different? I mean can you cope with Yoongi’s…”

“My schedule is still nuts…”

“I don’t mean your schedule dummy. You know I support absolutely everything you’re doing”

“Yeah, Yoongi’s fine now, and even if he still had feelings for you I can’t stay away from you”

You’d never heard Hobi sound so resolute about anything apart from how much he loves sprite.

“Please move back in. The fact I don’t get to curl up into you when I come home kills me”

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Taking Chances: Chapter Three.

Note: Hold onto your hats. This chapter’s ending is angsty.

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While Taron and Mikey were out of the house, Pickles had decided to take a nap but he had a hard time with it due to a pesky fly that kept buzzing in his ear. He tried to ignore it but the more that he did, the more it got on his nerves. So finally having enough of it, Pickles stretched and did a little pouncing practice.

By the time that he’d caught the fly, he had trashed the house with cat litter and if that wasn’t enough, Pickles had even tipped over his water and kibble as well. Being a kitten though, he wasn’t phased at all. He went and found himself a hiding spot and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Taron had made the decision to go and do some grocery shopping after dropping his son off at nursery.

Taron took his time and picked out a few fun treats to put in Mikey’s lunches for school. Just as he reached for the Haribo Star mix, his phone rang. He quickly threw the bag in the shopping trolley before answering the call, completely unaware that there was someone behind him waiting for him to move.

“Hello.” He said as he looked over the items on his shopping list.

“Have I called at a bad time?” Tina asked from the other end.

“Not at all. I’m just doing the shopping.” He replied.

Tina smiled.

“Right, I’ll make this quick then. I was wondering if you and the kid wanted to come over tomorrow afternoon.” Tina questioned.

“Sounds good but please don’t go out of your way to make anything. Mikey doesn’t really eat after nursery as he’s usually tired from all the activity.” Taron explained.

“Ok. I promise that I won’t make anything extravagant. Just tea and biscuits.” Tina said and Taron hummed in response.

They talked for a few more minutes before Tina let her son go and continue his shopping. 

On his way out of the sweet isle, he smiled at the woman that had been behind him but she seemed to ignore him, making Taron internally roll his eyes.

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Back at the nursery school, Mikey was busy playing with the train set he always played with when a girl he’d never seen before walked up to him.

“Can I play too?” She asked shyly.

Mikey kept his eye on his toy but spoke anyway.

“You play with the green one. It’s bigger.” He said as he handed the girl the green train he’d just been playing with.

“Thank you.” She said as she sat down and started playing trains with him.

“You’re welcome.” Mikey replied as he reached for another train that wasn’t being used.

While they were playing, another girl walked up to them and started picking on the girl.

The little boy stopped what he was doing and looked up.

“You’re mean.” He said a-matter-of-factly.

“Yeah.” Jasmine agreed with her new friend.

Ivy snatched Jasmine’s train and started playing with it.

“Hey, give it back.” Jasmine whined as she tried to take it.

Ivy held the toy to her chest as tightly as she could so that Jasmine couldn’t grab it.

Jasmine started crying when Ivy refused to give her the train.

Mikey got angry and moved toward Ivy and snatched it back, handing it over to a tearful Jasmine.

“Hey.” Ivy whined as her lower lip wobbled.

“You took it first.” Mikey said.

Ivy glared at him and went for Jasmine again.

Mikey didn’t hesitate to push the girl away.

Ivy fell backwards and burst into tears after hitting the ground.

This alerted the teacher who immediately rushed over.

“What is going on here?” The teacher asked firmly.

“He pushed me.” Ivy said through her sobs.

“Michael, is that true?” The woman questioned, giving him a chance to own up to his actions.

“She snatched her train.” Mikey tried but the teacher wasn’t having it.

“That’s not nice at all. You can’t do that Michael. Come with me, Ivy you too.” She said as she took their hands and took them to the time out area, making sure to keep them separated.

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Nicola had been wandering around the grocers trying to find her sister’s favorite fruit. Just as she found what she was looking for, the man from before moved in front of her, not realizing that she was there.

“Are you kidding me. What is wrong with you?” Nicola snapped, having little to no patience for people today.

You see, Nicola’s mother was a drug addict and married her awful step father. She had recently been granted full custody of her sister but with that came a whole bunch of issues that she hadn’t thought of until now.

One of the issues was the fact that she lived in Aberystwyth and her mother, step father and her sister lived in London. Her sister who had just turned 4 the day before, had been uprooted and was made to start a new school that morning. boy did Jasmine put up a fight that morning, instantly setting Nicola into a bad mood.

“Excuse me?” Taron asked, slightly taken aback. 

“This is the second time that you’ve been in my way today and it’s really annoying.” She snapped again.

Taron rolled his eyes visibly this time and scoffed.

“On your bike, asshole.” She said as she flipped him off before storming past him, making sure to flip him the bird.

“Bitch.” Taron muttered.

By the time that he was done shopping, he had run into the woman two more times and they both muttered comments under their breaths as they passed one another in the isles.

Taron was in a rank mood when he got home and was not prepared for the mess that Pickles had so graciously left for him.

“Stupid cat.” He grumbled, kicking off his shoes and walking into the kitchen to put everything away.

Just as he went to put the crackers in the cupboard, Pickles pounced on Taron’s foot and bit him. The man jumped and dropped the cracker box on the ground.

Of course when he looked down at the little fur ball, Pickles was looking up at him with big eyes; making Taron’s anger subside somewhat.

“You are such a pest sometimes.” The Welshman spoke as he scooped Pickles up and kissed the top of his fuzzy orange head. 

Pickles purred and cuddled into his owner’s neck.

Together Pickles and Taron put the rest of the groceries away before Taron got to work with cleaning the house.

While he was in Mikey’s room organizing his toys, Taron’s eyes landed on his wife’s favorite yellow hoodie. 

Taron sighed angrily. He had told his son over and over that his mother’s belongings were not a toy and that he wasn’t allowed to touch them. 

He took the hoodie in his hands and went back to his room and laid it on her side of the bed.

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A few hours later Taron was waiting outside his son’s classroom ready to pick Mikey up. The father had a surprise when the teacher wanted to talk with him first before he and Mikey left.

The woman explained what had happened and Although Taron was proud of Mikey for standing up for Jasmine, he was thoroughly disappointed in him for pushing Ivy the way that he did.

He promised the Teacher that he’d talk to Mikey and make sure the little boy knew that what he did was inexcusable.

“Again, I’m truly sorry.” Taron said as he and Mrs.Graves stood up and walked to where Mikey was happily playing with some blocks.

“Thank you Mr. Egerton.” The woman replied.

“Bye.” Mikey said as he waved to his teacher.

“Goodbye Michael. You have a good night.” Mrs. Graves called.

Taron got his son situated in his booster seat before getting in himself.

Most of the car ride home was silent and Mikey couldn’t take it.

“Daddy, are you mad at me?” Mikey asked in a small voice.

Taron sighed.

“I’m not mad but I am disappointed in you.” The father admitted. 

Mikey hung his head and tried not to cry.

“What made you think that it was ok to push someone, a girl no less?” Taron asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

Mikey decided to stay silent so as to not cry.

“Mikey mate, I’m talking to you.” Taron said with a bit more annoyance in his tone.

The little boy's chin started to wobble. He thought his father would be proud of him for standing up for someone.

“Michael Kade Egerton, answer me.” Taron snapped. That was the last straw. 

Mikey burst into tears, not caring how loud his cries were. All he wanted was to go to his room and hug his mum’s hoodie because it still smelled like her and it made him feel like she was there with him.

Soon enough Taron pulled into the driveway and parked the vehicle. 

“Mikey, look at me.” Taron said a lot softer this time.

Mikey ignored him and tried to undo his seat belt as fast as he could, wanting to get away from his father. Taron got out of the vehicle and went to unbuckle his son.

As soon as Taron unlocked and opened the front door, Mikey ran to his room and slammed the door.

The little boy frantically looked for the top he had taken but when he couldn’t find it, he laid on his bed and hid his face in his pillow and cried louder than he ever had. All he wanted was his mum.

Taron could hear Mikey’s cries amplify and knew that it was because he had taken the hoodie back.

He couldn’t take Mikey’s tears. Yes Mikey needed to be disciplined but Taron was supposed to be the fun parent and Kate was supposed to be the strict one. That’s what they had constantly joked about but then when Mikey was born, Taron suddenly found himself as a widower with a brand new baby.

The Welshman tried to keep his emotions at bay but when he walked past Mikey’s room, Taron heard his little boy call out for his mum and it broke him.

It was times like this that Taron felt lost and like he needed his wife.

He went to his own room and reached for the hoodie he’d previously laid on the bed and buried his face in it and breathed in her smell. His heart ached and his eyes stung as his own tears fell.

Strangled sobs filled the master room that were louder than Taron intended.

Eventually Mikey had stopped crying and listened to his father crying.

The young one slid off his bed and toddled carefully over to where Taron was leaning over the bed with his face hidden.

Mikey rested his head on Taron’s back and started crying again, feeling like he was the cause for his father’s tears.

“I’m sorry I made you hate me.” Mikey said as his small arms tried to wrap themselves around his dad’s back, trying to brave.

Taron put the hoodie down and gently moved his son into his strong arms.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” Taron replied through sniffles.

“I want mama.” Mikey admitted, unknowingly making Taron’s heart shatter.

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[Masterlist] Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc, IU. Rating: Mature themes mentioned but not really explored. Length: 2.6k Announcement: Wow so much has been going on I cried three times today my eyes are swollen haha. My kitten went to be vaccinated microchipped and neutered so I am emotional. My Fur-baby I cried the moment I had to leave and when I got him back. Beta: @lpayne612​  Warnings: Struggle to get pregnant out lined by red dividers as I know this can hit home to some, Implied smut, a rough patch in the relationship, angst. 

You were almost thirty. You were getting comfortable in your busy life, and your husbands made sure to help with everything everyday. “Children come here!” you called, they all headed over at varying speeds. You handed each their bags, kissing their heads. Right at the back of the line was two and a half year old Yubi with her new leg braces with her favorite cartoons on them. 

Yubi finally was ready for kindy - she was slower than kids her age but she got things done properly, in her own time. It was all about knowing her limits and she loved the kids and everything about her daycare. 

You were approached one day at work by a young girl named Lee Ji-Eun, she was a sweet young lady with a wristband on, signifying she was a child of a femme. She looked around the shop and dropped in a resume, and you listened to what she had to say. Hiring her on the spot. 

Ji-Eun was a diligent hard, worker - she liked to hum and sing while working which was refreshing. You began teaching her all the powerful life lessons you had learned from your mentor, Moon In-shik, and from being Eric’s mentor. 

It was a really refreshing thing that helped you develop some perspective on life: what was important versus what we think is important. 

Stepping into the house, you helped Seokjin with dinner and set the table. The children had entered from the backyard where they had been watering the garden. 

“Mirae, did you feed your brother dirt?”

“No, daddy eoky,” Mirae smiled up at Seokjin hiding her dirt-covered hands behind her back. 

“Hoowayway,” Hobi smiled softly at his son, “are you hungry?”

“Daddy bi,” Huimang gave a dirt-covered cheeky grin, Taehyung and 

Jimin cackled. 

“My poor boy are they picking on you?” Hoseok carried his son to the bathroom in the hopes of washing the dirt out of his teeth.

“Mimi,” you knelt down with an impassive look trying to not laugh at the situation, “did you feed Huimang some dirt?”

“No, Ama.”

“Baby, tell mummy it’s okay, you aren’t in trouble.” You softly gave her a hug “Did he eat the dirt?”

“Yes, Ama,” she pouted and you gave her a big smile.

“Thank you baby for being honest and not lying to mummy. Mummy is so proud, but perhaps next time we don’t feed our brother dirt, it’s not good for people to eat dirt, it’s yucky.”

“Yes Ama, I am sowwy.”

“Come on it’s time for dinner, go race to the bathroom and Daddy Bi will help you wash your hands. Make sure you say sorry to Hui okay baby?” You smiled giving her two big kisses on her cheeks.

“Mum, I got an invitation to a birthday party this weekend, is that okay?” Kyungju said shuffling closer and handing over the birthday invitation.

“Let me see,” you smiled, taking the letter and reading the details. “Oh my boy, you can go, of course who do you want to take you?”

“I want dad to take me, but he might say no.”

“What am I saying no to?” Yoongi took the letter and smiled fondly at the old invitation style. “Have you got your friend a present yet?”

“Not yet,” he seemed to realize and Yoongi laughed at his son’s reaction.

“Tomorrow after school we can go and pick out a present, and I will take you to the party on Saturday.”

The two walked to the large dining room table and you sighed, a big family was exhausting but it filled your heart with undeniable happiness to watch all the children grow up. A small hand tugged on your sleeve, Yubi had come to check on you.

Sweeping her into your arms you walked her to her booster chair and sat down ready for all the drama of a big family dinner. “Jae Eun, don’t put peas on your brother’s plate.”

“So we have been talking as a family,” Namjoon smiled and you raised an eyebrow looking down the other end of the table with a curious expression.

“As a family without me?” you snickered. 

“Yes well, it was a topic we wanted to discuss before bringing it up to you.” 

“Okay, I am all ears,” you picked up some broccoli and hid it under a piece of meat - trying to convince Yubi to eat her vegetables. She cleverly saw and whined until it was taken away. She was pretty clever for a two and a half-year-old.

You looked around the table watching everyone eat and scooped up some rice while waiting for this news. “We would like to have one last child,” Hoseok smiled brightly. Gasping in shock had you inhaling grains of rice into your trachea. Yoongi lazily raised his hand and patted your back while Jungkook handed you a large glass of water.

The feeling of disbelief filled you for a brief moment - you had in fact told Jimin and Seokjin that you would allow them the joys of having a baby. Even then it seemed outrageous to add any more to the family. You looked around remembering how sad and lonely you had felt when you had first moved into the house and had all these empty rooms and big dreams. You looked at the table spotting the exact space another little one could slip into and the joy and confidence it would bring to your hesitant Jimin.

“Okay, I think another child would be perfect,” unable to prevent yourself from smiling, “but if we do this we should go to a fertility clinic.”

“Of course, wait why are we going to a fertility clinic?” Jimin looked at you confused, you could see the concern in his eyes.

“To make sure everything is working fine for one more baby.”

Some of the children were excited for another sister or brother, and others weren’t bothered. Kyungju was weirdly excited - saying he liked having a big family and being the big brother. Jeongsan was a little worried about having another crying baby in the house again but, you assured him he didn’t have to worry and the parents would deal with the baby.

The clinic was cold. You had to sit in a paper gown while you had ultrasounds, pap smears, and blood tests. All to check your fertility levels, hoping for some positive results that would indicate you would be able to fall pregnant reasonably quickly.

The doctor sat you down after the check-up. “Now everything looks good, but we will have to wait for the results to know for sure what we’re dealing with,” the doctor said with a smile. “Now judging just by average standards, when you turn thirty the success rate is eighty-six percent for couples who try for a whole year.”

You felt a sense of dread. What if this didn’t work out and Jimin never had the chance of conceiving a child of his own? You weren’t really listening to the doctor who was currently prattling on about complication rates and more, you just sat thinking over what you would do if this didn’t happen.

Jimin was driving the van back to the apartment and you told him to pull over. “Is something wrong?”

“What do we do if this doesn’t work?’

“Hey don’t stress, the doctor said the more you worry the harder it is to get pregnant.”

“Just tell me Jimin, what will you do?” you asked, biting your lip.

“If it was meant to be, it will happen,” Jimin touched your cheek, kissing you gently. “It’s not like I’m planning to just up and leave you if we don’t have a baby the first time.”

Jimin’s eyes widened at the way you visibly relaxed body slumping into the seat.

“That’s what you were worried about? That I would leave you, the love of my life, and my family because I couldn’t have my own child? That I would leave all my other children whom I love dearly because the same genetics don’t run through our veins?” He looked upset and sighed “I’m not going anywhere”

It was a fun few months where you and Jimin spent a few weeks together and made love and generally shared some romantic moments with one another. You were trying and enjoying yourselves - until the third negative result from the fertility clinic. Things then became stressful between you and being intimate was less about love and more like a chore for the two of you.

You pulled out the last ovulation tester from your handbag telling yourself that you would have to purchase some more. The two lines mocking you as if they were the two lines you wanted, but they weren’t. One day you would see them on the pregnancy stick and you would make Jimin happy.

“Jimin, it’s time,” you said looking at your phone.

“I don’t want to, can you do it?” he whined and you sighed the two of you finished everything quickly and you laid there and he left to shower. You didn’t want to but you felt like crying.

The days passed and it felt like you might have done it, your back and breasts were aching you just knew this had to be it. You were going to the clinic it was the day your period was supposed to arrive and when you got there, you felt like you needed to pee and as you wiped, you wept. Another failure, it was your period and you hadn’t fallen pregnant again. You walked out dragging Jimin not bothering with your appointment.

The two of you were silent on the way home/ “We can try again, it will happen.”

“And what if it doesn’t, Jimin?” you asked, “When do we decide to give up? When you leave because you are sick of me!”

“Why do you keep thinking I’m going to leave? Is this what you want, me to leave? I thought you had faith in me and trusted me and after everything, we have been through!” He hissed, “You think I’m some bad guy who will just leave?”

“You act like making a baby is a chore.” You frowned, “We don’t cuddle or kiss anymore, do you even love me?” 

The car pulled over and Jimin got out, handed you the keys, and looked you in the eye. “The fact that you have to question my feelings really shows me how you see me doesn’t it, love?” the endearment was full of spite. He turned and walked away. You were sobbing standing beside the car gripping the keys and crying. Climbing into the driver’s seat you sobbed with no regard to your surroundings. 

It was almost midnight when you returned home. Hearing Yoongi’s swears, grabbing his phone to call the others to say you had returned home. “The children are all in bed, what happened?”

“I want to be alone,” you said walking away from everyone. You sat on the floor of the shower crying to yourself.

Jimin didn’t call, he didn’t come home, no one knew where he was, so Namjoon made some calls and found he was in his family home. You laid in bed distraught, feeling absolutely disgusting. You stopped getting out of bed unless it was necessary; the boys started bringing you meals so you would get some food into your body.

You couldn’t sleep deciding instead to call Jimin repeatedly only to receive his answering machine. You grabbed your coat and began heading to the front door when Jungkook stopped you. “You’re leaving, aren't you Yeobo, what about all of us? You can’t leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave, I want everything back to the way it was,” he sniffed engulfing you in a hug.

“I’m just bringing him home, Kook, I can’t live without him.” The tone of your voice was cold and empty - a testament to how you felt without Jimin. “I need to know he is okay.”

“Let me drive you, I don’t want you to get into an accident.”

“Please, I know you’re worried, but I need to do this myself. I promise you if at any point I am unfit to drive, I will pull over and call you.” You pleaded with Jungkook, “I made this mess and, I have to fix it”

“You call me the moment something feels off.”

“Yes sir,” pushing up onto your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips, he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing tightly in hopes that nothing goes wrong. He always did have a tendency of worrying too much.

You took the van and began driving. It took six hours and you pulled into the yard watching the sunrise. You walked around the house to Jimin’s window. You knew his sleeping habits and even in winter, his window was open a crack for some fresh air. Lucky for you and the humid summer night, he had indeed slept with the window open fully, enough for you to slide into his room, removing your shoes and jacket, and tiptoeing to his bed. 

You placed the keys down on the table, sneaking into his bed, settling against him under the covers. He looked peaceful in the light of the early morning sun. You felt your heart sync with his, the only thing you could think about was him - it was like you were whole again.

“Jimin, I love you,” you whispered against his collarbone. The sense of relief so powerful you felt the tears rain, your fear and anxiety slowly expelling from your body. Jimin’s arms wrapped around you and you pressed your face deeper against his chest so as not to silence your cries.

“I love you too,” he breathed out, the sleep in his voice didn’t hide the clarity behind his words. “Jungkook called the home phone and told us you were coming. Don’t you dare drive alone at night for that long.”

“I had to, I can’t be away from you. I love you, and it hurts so much to not have you with me.” Your words shook with almost the same intensity as your body did against his.

Jimin told you to sleep and prepared you breakfast - waking you slightly later “My love, you must be hungry. The boys told me you haven’t been eating, is that right?”

“I haven’t been hungry,” you hummed and he nodded, his eyes traveling over your figure.

After breakfast he pulled you to lay back in the bed and got you to sleep, telling you he had messaged the boys and would be home after the weekend alone together. When his parents left he was all over you - his lips promising to love you until the end of time and his hands to always hold you safe from harm.

He drove you home, stopping at a few places to get some souvenirs for the children to tell them how much you love them. You stopped at the gas station to relax and refuel, and you got a strange thought. You don’t know what came over you, but you went through the gas station store and pulled out an ovulation stick from your purse. 

It had been two weeks since Jimin left, two weeks since you had your dreams crushed by your period. It wasn’t even worth calling it a period; it was so short and barely there. But otherwise your phone was saying you would be ovulating soon. You took the test and saw two strong lines. You thought about telling Jimin, but you didn’t want the disappointment again.

You couldn’t just hide it. “Okay, I will just tell him and he can decide.” You nodded grabbing for the packet when you froze seeing the words pregnancy test, and a realization struck you. You had run out of ovulation tests weeks ago.

You were pregnant.

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