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[delilahlalune]

Some of my favorite christmas ornaments <3

[saeyoungchoismaid]

hi love! big fan of your blog <3 if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I request hc's for a gender neutral MC who calls the obey me boys (minus luke ofc) by terms of endearment as a nickname, like calling mammon honey! love you, have a great day!

Hi anon! I'm assuming you're asking for their reactions to being called smth like that and what they'd prefer to be called? Idk but that's what I did lol. Hope you enjoy!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Lucifer:

I think the first time you use a term of endearment for him, he's just kinda like 🧍 LMAO

like it just catches him so off guard bc he's not used to it

if you call him smth serious like "darling" or "sweetie," he will blush but try to hide it

if it's smth dumb like "my honey bunches of oats," he's going to give you the most unimpressed look imaginable

definitely prefers to call you and to be called the more 'mature' terms such as darling, honey, my love, sweetheart, my beloved, and so on

Mammon:

blushes 47103784 different shades and can't stop stuttering the first time you call him one

pretends to not like them but is actually obsessed

he will legit think you're mad at him if you use his name instead of a pet name 😭✋😂

likes calling you the cheesy, dorky stuff like sweetie (pie), cutie (pie), my honey bunches of oats, sugar, sunshine, buttercup, sweet pea, and so on

he likes when you call him babe/baby, honey, sweetie, handsome, sweet thang, good lookin, and probs smth ridiculous like stud muffin 💀

Levi:

dies on the spot. rip Levi

nah but he fr gets SO embarrassed

honestly probably takes him a while to call you anything other than your name and "normie" 😭✋

when he finally gets with the program, he'd probably start out with calling you basic stuff like babe/baby and beautiful, and then might start warming up to more playful ones like queen/king or even smth oddly specific like Pudding Pop which ofc has a funny story behind it

he likes it when you call him babe/baby. And while these next ones are so corny and cheesy that it makes him want to die, he secretly loves them. Honey bun, sweetie (pie), love bug, and mayhaps even a baby boy?

Satan:

I can't decide if he'd be blushing red from embarrassment or would just be such a cocky bastard about it 😭✋

idk maybe if he was unsure about your feelings then he'd be flustered, but if he knew how you felt, he'd just be smirking as his sharp tongue went unchecked

honestly, probably uses similar terms that Luci uses, but I think he'd also use terms that are from books, poetry, and so on. Stuff like rosebud, jewel, my beloved, apple of my eye, light of my life, beau, dove, cara mia ("my beloved" in Italian), and so on. He'd also love to call you kitten/kitty cat/etc

he'd probably, again, like similar ones that Luci prefers. I think he'd also like things like Romeo, my other half, soulmate, my one and only, and other stuff like that. He even grows to like "old man" despite the fact that he pretends to hate it 💀

Asmo:

sigh. where to even start with this man

he's been calling you pet names since day one 😭💀

it ranges from cutie to sexy, baby to mi amor, sweet cheeks to darling, little dove to doll. it's a new one every time he addresses you I stg. It honestly just depends on what kind of mood he's/you're in, where you are, who you're with, etc.

he likes when you call him the same things, but especially likes anything that refers to his looks such as handsome, dream boat, papi, hot stuff, sexy, casanova, and so on. He also likes things like prince charming and my knight in shining armor

Beel:

my time has come

probably blushes when you call him one but then gets super happy and is just cheesin for the rest of the day

loves loves loves when you both use food ones 😭😂 sweetie pie, honey (bun), jellybean, cupcake, dumpling, buttercup, sugarplum, puddin, sugar, the list goes on 😭✋😂

I think he would also like the really sweet and cute ones too though like honey bunny, love bug, my love, darling, and so on

Belphie:

can dish it out but can't eat what he's cookin LMAO

easily calls you pet names but always gets so embarrassed when you return it. (He's probably the type to get angry when you call him something sweet or cute LMAO like his embarrassment turns into anger to cope with it anogifehdfah)

he loves calling you my moon/stars/sun(shine). I think he'd also use ones like angel, babe/baby, sweetie/sweetheart, and so on

he'd like when you call him sleepyhead, teddy bear, babe/baby, and snuggle bug. Super cheesy ones like snookums or smth like that will never fail to make him grin and chuckle

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[thestupidhelmet]

Jackie/ Hyde, Dare!!

D 30: Dare, Jackie/Hyde

After the truth or dare circle in "Substitute" (6x19), where Hyde chose pass to Jackie's truth and dare: saying that he loves her, she confronts him in his room.

Jackie: Steven what was that? Just last week, you thought I was beautiful in a wedding dress. Now you're too much of a wimp to admit you love me?

Hyde: No love confessions in the circle, man. Same as no kissing. If you'd asked me to admit I like Styx or some lame band like that, I would've gone with dare -- but freakin' dare me to bench press Mitch or eat a bag of frozen peas.

Jackie: Those things have nothing to do with me. They're just about you showing off.

Hyde: Everything's gotta be about you?

Jackie: Do you even know me?

Hyde (to himself): Ask a stupid question ... (To Jackie) You can't corner me like that, okay?

Jackie: Well, maybe if you ever told me you love me while we're not broken up, I might not feel like I have to corner you.

Hyde: I've said it.

Jackie: You said you missed me calling you puddin' pop. And that you're miserable with me, which was code for happy. But not that you love me.

Hyde: Can't you tell?

Jackie: Can you?

Hyde: That's a dare.

Jackie: If that's how you need to look at it.

Hyde: Jackie, truth is ... I'm not gonna let anyone get between us. Or use the truth to hurt what we've got. Kelso's wrapped up in his pregnant girlfriend, but I still don't trust that kid.

Jackie: Do you trust me?

Hyde: Yup. But everyone outside of us, people are always lookin' for vulnerabilities.

Jackie: Not everyone out there is your horrible mother. If Eric and Donna tease you for admitting you love me, so what? Be Zen. The only people who can hurt us are us.

Hyde considers Jackie's words. Then he grasps her hand. "Let's go."

Jackie is confused, but she follows Hyde into the basement. Eric, Donna, Fez, and Kelso are watching TV. Mitch is gone.

Hyde: Hey, since I passed on my turn during truth or dare, I'm gonna take it now.

Eric, Donna, Fez, and Kelso turn their attention on Hyde.

Kelso: I got this! Truth or dare?

Hyde: No, man. Jackie already asked me. (He faces Jackie.) Truth and dare: I love you, all right? You'll never have to question that again.

Donna: Aw! You are so whipped!

Eric: And crazy.

Fez: I think it's sweet. ... Does anybody have some M&M's?

Kelso: It is sweet. Because I totally did it with the girl you love, and I can burn you with that for eternity. Burn!

Hyde's muscles tense, but Jackie says to Kelso, "Actually, Steven can burn you for all eternity because he makes the woman you cheated on a hundred times incredibly happy. And he's a far better lover than you ever were."

Eric, Donna, and Fez: Burn!

Jackie: I'm not done. Michael, you had to hop from woman to woman because of how bad you were in bed -- and in relationships. Steven is so good at both he only needs one woman, and I only want him. The only reason you stopped harassing me and hopping around is that your "love nectar" infected Brooke with a little you --

Gently, Hyde tugs Jackie toward his room. "You made your point."

Jackie (shouting as Hyde gets her inside his room): Michael, I dare you to be faithful to Brooke for --

Hyde closes his door.

Jackie: -- eternity!

Hyde: Feel better?

Jackie: Mostly. Do you still love me even though I wasn't Zen out there?

Hyde: If anything, I love you more. You verbally kicked his ass!

Jackie, touched, kisses him. They make out on his cot (and probably do more, but let's give them their privacy).

Jukebox Ask Game

[silent-raven13]

Calling my bf, "My Husband" Prank

(There's a prank trend where significant others are are calling their partners "My Husband" instead of their bfs. Some are very cute and some are heartbreaking if ya'll ever look it up on TikTok. Anyway for punk flower it's always cute!)

Miles set up his smartphone on a phone stance, while him and Hobie got some lunch together. The prank idea came from Miles watching some TikTok videos of one partner of a couple would say their boyfriend is their husband and wait to see their reaction. He send those videos to his friends, Gwen thought he should try it with Hobie. Pavtri said it would be cute to see his reaction, since the two been together for a long time.

The punker and artists had been dating for nine years going on ten! Miles is already twenty four, while his Hobie is twenty five. Their relationship been so long and close that Miles figure Hobie wouldn't be the kind of partner to have a negative reaction.

"Ready?" Miles happily asked as the two sit outside of HQ on a modern design courtyard to enjoy the bright sunny day on Earth 928.

Hobie nodded having to take out their take out containers and their drinks. "Yup, do I look good?" He checks himself at the camera seeing himself looking handsome. He noticed the live symbol on the Spider So-City app, "Are we live?"

"Yup! Just for fun!" Miles giggles, "You be surprised how many views we get from Punkflower fans."

"Because of Pav?" He asked already noticing a lot of hearts, likes and Pavtri commenting a big happy face emoji.

"Yup!" Miles waves at the camera, "Hey guys! Today, we got some Jamaican food from my world, it's a new mom and pop shop. So we wanted to try it." He holds his drink, "Today I order Rice and Peas with jerk chicken and fried plátano, which is ripe plantains. I got Sorrel which is Jamiaca basically sweet hibiscus tea." He took a sip trying his drink, "Mm, it's good." He shows off his plate seeing how delicious his food look.

Then, Hobie took a bite of his Jamaican patty being in a white paper bag separate from his main order tray, "This Jamaican Patty is scrummy. MMM! Been craving this for a while." He mutters having another bite of his beef Jamaican patty tasting the savory fried flavors.

"Ohh, is that good?" Miles asked as he tries to open his plastic packet where his utensils are in. His boyfriend hold out the patty out for his to try.

"Try, luv." He said letting Miles taking a bite it.

The Spider-man nodded at the flavor, "That's good! Oh wow, so much flavor. That aunty don't play."

"Hahaha, she doesn't. I knew once she started rushing us to order." Hobie chuckles.

Miles chews, "Mmm, so good. I wonder if she makes it spicy or she adds bread." He turns to the camera, "For someone people, some Jamaicans or people like to eat bread with their Jamaican patties." His eyes on some Spider-heroes being confused or asking why or why carbs on carbs.

"What are they saying?" Hobie asked.

"One said Why?" Miles giggles at the question, then saw a lot of Spider-Heroes posting Jamaican flags.

Hobie shrugs, "Because it's bloody good. I do it most of the time. It's also to make you full, too."

"Someone said carbs on carbs is insane!" His boyfriend read the comment, "Ya'll are forgetting some Latinos or Mexicans like eating bolio con tamal de dulce con café! I've seen that's a thing."

His boyfriend arched his eyebrows, "What's that?"

"It's a Mexicans corn dough that is sweeten by fruit like strawberries or pineapple and they wrap it in corn husk. I think steamed. It's a big thing during the winter times. Me and Ganke have a friend, she's Mexican and her mom made like so much and gave us some." Miles sips his drink, he look at the comments.

Miguel put a Mexican flag and wrote: Que rico! Así se come! Bolio con tama dulce y cafécito

Gabriella commented next: I love it with Champurrado! You should try Tamal de Pińa!

Miles giggles, "Gabi said we should try the pineapple one. I think you'll like it. It's pretty good if you got it from someone that knows how to make tamales."

"I'm def, luv. I rarely hate anything, I just like to stick what I like sometimes." Hobie commented, he sips his drink, "I got myself a Sorrel!"

"Oh, I forgot to talk about your order!" Miles fake gasp, "So my husband order rice and peas with a side of Oxtails..." Hobie stop eating his Jamaican patty his head slowly turns to his boyfriend then his lips twisted to a big grin. "And he order fried plantains-" Hobie interrupted his boyfriend, "What?"

"What?" Miles asked pretending to be confused.

Hobie chuckles having a big smile on his face, "What you said?"

"I said I forgot to mention your order." He playfully said having a small shy smile.

His punker shook his head being playful, "Nooo, Sunflower. After that. What did you say?" His eyes gleaming, his whole body turning pinker than before.

"My husband." Miles giggles while answering his boyfriend question. That made the punker to get up being out of camera's view and jumps up and down.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" He shouted up with joy.

Miles smiles widely at the positive outlook of his boyfriend, what he did expect is his boyfriend came running to hug him and sweep him off his feet. "Say it, again?" Hobie happily carries his boyfriend in a koala hugging position, he kisses him on the cheek.

"My husband." Miles' face all flustered but he said it much louder and prouder tone.

Hobie gave his a nose nuzzle, "That's more like it." They happily kiss forgetting their lunch for the moment.

The live stream went on with many Spider-heroes sending hearts and excitement emojis!

Gwen: 😅I think Hobie thinks Miles propose him

Margo: DITTO! 😂

Pavtri: 🥳 I'll be the best man!

Gabi: I wanna be the flower girl! 🤗

[daily-haley]

Mya's Psychosis

Episode 1

Dear Diary,

Why is it so normalized for teens like me to go to therapy these days? It's March 3rd, 2023, and today I celebrated with my therapist and parents for participating in my thirtieth therapy session because they believe I'm all better now.

Chocolate cake was chosen to celebrate the occasion which upsets me because I hate chocolate cake. It's too moist for me to enjoy. Do my parents even love me? How do they not know their only daughter's likes and dislikes? Shame on them!

If I were anything like them, I wouldn't know a thing about Vince McHearding—who is the love of my life.

You see. Guys like Vince are…special. They're kind-hearted, but rough around the edges, like the guys you read about in a book or some sort of fiction. They're the ones written by deprived women who long to have a perfect partner. 

I've been watching him for a while. Vince, I mean. He's gotten good at basketball because of his new tall and lanky stature. But skating is also his forte.

He looked my way a few times but I assume he doesn't recognize me. It's been an hour and forty minutes since I followed him out to the basketball court. And my bum is sore.

So I went to approach him.

“Hey!” I yelled from behind the fence, gripping onto the intertwined gray metal. “Hey, Vince?” I use a softer tone.

“Yeah?” Vince bounces the ball and keeps his distance. 

Not only did I manage to get Vince's attention but also the other guys who were playing with him.

“You can't be out this late if we're getting married in the future,” I say.

The group of guys look at each other and start laughing at Vince. 

How dare they?!

“Help! Somebody help me! They're raping me!” I scream at the top of my lungs with a stoic expression.

Pairing off and scattering away like pigeons. The group of boys left the court. Including Vince.

“Wait, Vince!” I yelled after him. “I love you!” 

“You're a freak!” Vince yells back.

I felt my lips curl upwards. He spoke to me. 

“I love you, Vince!” I make a heart with my hands and smile even wider. “Call me!”

March 4th, 2023

Here I am, eating a sweet cold soup of Pops cereal before school at the kitchen island at three A.M in the morning. I couldn't sleep after leaving the basketball court last night. I've been up waiting for Vince to call me. 

We're like Romeo and Julie. Or was her name Juliette? Anyway, our love is pure. He called me pretty in chemistry class our sophomore year and we've been like two peas in a pod ever since.

And just as I think about him. He calls my phone. 

“Hello?” I hear him answer the call.

“I was waiting for you to call.” I twirl my dark braid with my finger. “I missed you.”

“Mya.”

“Yes?” I answer to my name.

“Do you have the answers for our past AP history assignment? I need to turn it in today.”

“Which paper are you referring to?” 

“The one with Madison and Kennedy.” 

“I have it, but I won't give it up so easily.” 

I can hear him sigh on the other end of the phone and I smile to myself.

“I love you, Mya Blackwell,” Vince mumbles.

“Pardon?”

“I love you, Mya. I'm in love with you.”

My heart skips a beat hearing those words in his sleepy voice.

“I love you too, Vince McHearding.” And I hung up.

Here's my philosophy. If I get him to say that he's in love with me every other day. He'll start to believe it. He has to. What's not to love about me?

I flinch at the sudden thumping from above. A fit of cuss words soon follows afterwards.

My brother is the real freak. Not me.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Maniac [03]

ー The scene starts in the Ghouls’ manor

Yui: Haah...

( I’m feeling down. I’d love to have something sweet for a chance but that’s asking for the impossible, isn’t it...? )

ー Kino approaches her

Yui: Ah, Kino-kun. Do you need anything...?

( He seems to be in high spirits, I have a bad feeling about this... )

Kino: I figured I’d give you a nice treat. Here!

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: A-A cupcake! Where did you get this?

Kino: They’re a rarity around these parts...but I just so happened to get my hands on one. Anyway, I’m giving it to you!

Yui: Eh? Are you sure?

Kino: Yeah, no biggie! Go ahead and give it a try?

Yui: ...I’ll take you up on your offer then. I was actually just craving something sweetーー

( Huh? This cupcake...I thought it was part of the decoration but could this bit actually be mold? )

Kino: What’s wrong? Come on, hurry up and eat it.

Yui: But, it has gone bad, hasn’t it?

Kino: Yeah, it might have. But so what?

Yui: Well...

( I don’t think I can eat this...What now? )

Kino: Don’t tell me you’re going to refuse? Must be nice being able to be so picky.

Yui: Eh...?

Kino: Most of the Ghouls living here rarely ever get to have a meal, let alone something of the finest, freshest quality. 

Yet you’re here turning down the cupcake I was so kind as to fetch for you? 

Yui: W-Well...

Kino: Since you’ve gone quiet, I assume you realize just how selfish you’re being right now?

Then better eat it. Right now, in front of my eyes. While showing your gratitude towards me!

Yui: ( What should I do...? )

Selection

→ Eat it (M)

Yui: F-Fine...I’ll eat it...

Kino: Yeah. You should have just said so from the very beginning. Come on, hurry up? 

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ( Right. I have no other choice...! )

→ Fail to eat it (S)

Yui: ( Still, I can’t eat this...! )

I’m sorry, I just can’t...

Kino: ーー So you trample all over someone’s good intentions and assume you will be forgiven just by saying ‘sorry’? 

Yui: T-That’sーー

Kino: ーー This is an order. Eat it. I’ll continue pestering you until you do. Do you understand? 

Yui: Butーー 

Kino: I won’t take ‘no’ as an answer. Or would you prefer for me to force it down your throat instead? 

Yui: F-Fine...I’ll eat it...myself...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( ...If I just down it in one big bite, it’ll be fineーー! )

...

( Here goes nothingーー )

ー Kino takes it away

*Rustle*

Yui: Wait, huh...?

( It’s gone? )

Kino: Ahaha! Your eyes are nearly popping out! Is this what ‘a deer in the headlights’ (1) looks like? 

The cupcake’s right here. I’m surprised you actually tried to eat it. 

Yui: You were the one who told me to, remember!?

Kino: I was just kidding? A joke. You’re just stupid for not realizing that.

Yui: Whaーー!? 

Kino: Or do you prefer to eat moldy food? 

*Splatter* 

Kino: Go ahead, dig in? Enjoy this cupcake which I’ve just stepped on!

Yui: ( I can’t believe he’d do such a thing...This is too much... )

There’s no way I can eat that!

Kino: ...Then kiss me. I’ll forgive you if you do. 

Yui: Eh...? Where is that coming from all of a sudden...!? 

Kino: A single kiss and we can call it even. That’s a small price to pay, isn’t it?

Yui: ...Fine.

( It’s embarrassing, but I doubt I’ll be able to convince him no matter what I say... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( A quick peck...That’s all it is... )

*Smooch*

Kino: ーー You really are a failure, aren’t you? You call that a kiss? 

Yui: Eh...? 

*Thud* 

Kino: This is how you give someone a kiss. Nnhーー Hah...Phewーー ... 

Yui: Nn...?

( I can barely breathe...My head’s spinning...! ) 

Kino: Ahaha. I’m nowhere near done yet, so hang in there till I’m satisfied, okay? 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) In Japanese, the expression literally means ‘a dove who got hit by a pea shooter’. 

[sweetsbfreex]

toot.

Summary: your three=year-old joins Chris in his workout

Warnings: none!

Pairings: husband/dad!chris evans x reader

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The pitter-patter of tiny feet against the extortionate floor hits your ears before the sound of a soft, cherub voice. 

“Mommy?” Evelyn calls out.

“I’m in here, honey.” You answer from the living-room, placing your book on your lap. 

She walks through, clad in a boxy patriot baby tee, her pampers, and pink socks. Evidently, it’s a very chill day in the Evans household. Beside her, her Mickey Mouse stuffie drags along the floor. 

“Hi mommy,” she waves her little hand as she comes closer. 

“Hi sweet pea. Is your cartoon all finished?”

She nods a yes. 

You go to respond, but she speaks first. You can tell a thought has popped into her mind with the way her eyes widen.

“Where daddy?” She looks around the room as she asks. His snuggly, strong figure is nowhere in sight, only his mug from earlier. 

“He’s working out in the gym downstairs.”

“Okay!” She turns swiftly, making her way to the basement.

Evelyn makes her way to the basement, down the steps carefully, with one hand clasped around the railing at all times. She walks into the expansive room filled with everything you need to exercise. It always makes it easier for days like this, where you or Chris can workout at home. Or have his personal trainer meet him there. 

“Daddy?” Evelyn calls out. 

Chris is in a prone position, his body supported on his palms and toes of his shoes. His chain clinks against the mat. With his biceps bulging and face glossed with sweat; Chris doesn’t hear the sound of his name until two pink socks stand in his view. 

Chris sits up and pulls his earbuds out. 

“You alright, honey?”

“Hi daddy,” she waves.

“Hi honey” he smiles and chuckles. 

“What are you doing?” She asks and slightly tilts her head to the side. 

Chris tilts his head too, as a quip. “Working out, so I'm all healthy, and can fight all the bad guys.”

“Me too!” 

“You want to be healthy too?”

“No, fight bad guys.”

Of course, Chris thinks to himself. 

“C’mere my brave girl.” Chris grasps her by her sides, tickling her protruding tummy as she squirms in his hold. “We’re gonna start with pushups. So you gotta get on the floor like this..”

She listens intently, but struggles, of course. But that was what her father’s support was for. In the end, she ends up with her butt in the air, unable to get her body flat like her father. But she pushes up and down on her arm, smiling up at Chris.

“I do it!” She laughs. 

“Look at you, you’re gonna beat all the bad guys’ butts.” 

He pats her diaper bottom before getting into position so he can continue. They workout side-by-side. A toddler and her father, the imagery almost ridiculous in the juxtaposition between the two. 

It only takes one set of ten push-ups, before he feels small hands on his back and a little grunt of her trying to lift her body onto him. So he drops his body into a plank, on his knuckles. And she plops herself on her father’s back, gleefully and giggly. 

“Ready?”

“Ready!” But it’s all muddled since her filled cheek is flat against his back. Her arms hanging against the side of his body, feet laid out straight, and her Mickey Mouse stuffy is left behind on the floor. 

He pushes up and down, slowly, cautious as not to disrupt her too much. But she could care less as she laughs, at some point wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Daddy strong!”

“He has to be,” he answers with a laugh. “How else am I gonna protect you and mom, hm?”

“Dodger.” She answers seriously. 

“That’s true,” he rasps, his breath picking up as he continues to chat and workout. 

Some time passes before he gets close to the ground again. “Ride over.” He jokes. 

His toddler slides off his back to stand next to him

“Are you ready for the next part?” He asks. 

“Yeah!” She claps her hands together and jumps in excitement.

Chris walks over to the rack of dumbbells. He picks up the set of fifty and one five pound dumbbells. He sets the smallest in front of her and holds his in each hand.

“We’re just gonna lift some weights.”

Chris knows there’s no way his three-year-old would be able to lift the dumbbell, but she’s as stubborn as a mule and wants to be involved in every shape and form of her parents’ lives. While Chris does his bicep curls, he cherishes the way his little one stares at the dumbbell for a little too long, then peeks up at him in question. 

“You got it,” he encourages, a lopsided smile on his lips.

So she goes for it. 

She uses both her small hands to grasp the handle. She tries with all her little might, a small squeak past her lips represents her efforts…

Toot. 

“Oops.” She stands to her full height, an innocent look masking her face accompanied by an embarrassed grin. 

“You toot?” Chris asks in hysterics. 

“Wasn’t me,” she crosses her arms over her chest. “Dodger!” 

Chris can’t help but lean back as laughter takes over his body. She’s precious, he thinks to himself. Taking in her distraught face, puffed out cheeks, and furrowed eyebrows. 

“Not me, daddy!”

“Okay, okay,” he drops the dumbbells to pick up her upset figure. “You don’t gotta be embarrassed,” he dotes and kisses her cheek. 

-

It’s three in the afternoon before you know it. Chris always finishes his workout by three, so by this time you go to the gym with a strawberry coconut protein milkshake— and a strawberry shake in your other hand, since presumably Eve had joined her father. 

You walk into the sound of a familiar, deep laugh which brings an immediate smile to your face. And heat on your cheeks at the sight of a post-workout Chris. 

“Hi,” You greet the two as you walk in. 

“Look who’s here,” Chris turns towards you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Hi,” his eyes brighten at the sight of you and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss. 

“Hi, mommy,” Evelyn recovers quickly, a bright smile on her face as she waves.

“Hi, honey.” You kiss her cheek. “Did you have fun working out with dad?”

“Yes.”

You hold up both cups (one smaller and decorated with Bluey). Chris grabs Eve’s cup and hands it to her before grabbing his. He takes a sip, always looking forward to his wife’s smoothies. They’re always the perfect consistency and garnished with whatever fruit she has used. 

With your hand free, it naturally falls to the nape of Chris’ neck. Your fingers running through his soft locks. 

Eve is quick to take a sip, a milk mustache left behind her in haste. 

“What do we say?” Chris reminds her.

“Thanks, mommy!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Of course. Anything for my babies,” you squish their cheeks in jest. 

-

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[no-fate-but-what-we-make]

As Intimate As Chocolate Cake

Pairing: Sweet Pea x female!reader [2nd-person pov]

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating: T for swears; no warnings

Description: When Toni is put in charge of the new menu for the Whyte Wyrm, she decides to use the opportunity to set up two of her friends

A/N: Loosely based off a scene from Hart of Dixie season 4, episode 5: Bar-Be-Q Burritos, where George and Annabeth are set up on a date by their friend Lemon

Disclaimer: I’ve only seen up to parts of season 3 of Riverdale, therefore I know nothing about the current seasons and what has transpired, so there will be no spoilers. Also, this was written with minimal editing, so any errors are accidental. Gif credit to the owner, as it is not mine.

- - -

Cheryl Blossom walked into Pop’s, looking for Toni, but instead she found someone else.

Two someones, actually.

You’d been enjoying your strawberry malt and fries all by yourself when Sweet Pea had decided to join you without warning.

“Careful now - rumor has it if you drink too many strawberry milkshakes in one sitting, you’ll wake up as a strawberry.”

You couldn’t resist the urge to roll your eyes, dunking a pair of fries in the malt before bringing them to your lips. “Thank god this is a strawberry malt then, or I’d be fucked.”

He sat down in the booth across from you without asking, grabbing a fry before you could pull them away. “Milkshake, malt - same thing.”

“Nope,” you replied, popping the p. “Malts have malted milk powder; milkshakes do not.”

Sweet Pea pulled a face at that. “And why would you want that?!”

You shrugged. “Personal preference.”

“Weirdo.” 

You looked up to give Sweet Pea a piece of your mind at that, but found him smiling instead. It was rare to see a smile from the Serpent, and seeing it made something that felt awfully like desire pool in your stomach. You ignored it, taking a sip of your malt while you gathered your thoughts. “Wow, a compliment? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the world was ending.”

Sweet Pea snagged another fry, popping it into his mouth, the smile turning into a smirk. “Who knows? It might be.”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

Before you could respond to that, Cheryl interrupted. “Well, well, well. Fancy seeing the two of you here. And looking chummy, no doubt. What’s so funny?”

“The end of the world,” you quipped, causing Sweet Pea to snicker and you couldn’t help joining him. 

“Haven’t you looked outside, Cheryl? Pigs are flying!”

Cheryl let out a huff, shaking her head. “Ignoring all that,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “have either of you seen Toni? She said she would meet me here, but I can’t seem to find her.”

“Whyte Wyrm?” Sweet Pea supplied. “You know she’s been spending all her free time there ever since she became part owner.”

“I just didn’t think she’d get so caught up in it that she’d forget about date night!”

“Have you tried calling her?” You suggested, regretting it when Cheryl fixed you with a glare.

“Of course I’ve tried calling! She didn’t pick up and I-”

Just then, the door to the Chock’lit Shoppe opened, the bell signaling a new customer. The three of you turned to see Toni Topaz making her way over, pulling Cheryl in for a hug and a kiss. “Sorry I’m late,” she murmured. “Got a bit caught up reviewing the new menu for the Whyte Wyrm’s grand reopening.”

“You’re here now and that’s all that matters,” Cheryl said, her smile returning. “Ta-ta, you two. Don’t get too cozy over there.”

You and Sweet Pea burst into laughter once Cheryl and Toni were seated at the opposite end of Pop’s. “God, she can be so eccentric at times,” you giggled, shaking your head. 

“I don’t know what Toni sees in her, but I’m glad the two of them have each other.”

“She sees in Cheryl what I have since elementary school: a girl with a lot of love to give who just needs someone to see her potential.”

Sweet Pea shot you a look as he grabbed another fry. “If you say so.”

“Hey, if I said the same thing about Toni, you’d be defending her, too. Cheryl’s my friend like Toni is yours - we go way back.”

“True.” You were almost taken aback when the Serpent agreed with you. He slid out of the booth before you could process what had just happened, but not before stealing a handful of fries off your plate. “Let me know when you’re here again - I can always get behind free fries.”

“In your dreams, Serpent!” You shouted at his retreating back, no malice in your voice at all. 

- - -

“See what I mean?” Cheryl whispered to Toni, the two of them tucked away in their usual corner booth that surveyed the whole of Pop’s, splitting a milkshake. “There’s definitely something there.”

“Maybe,” Toni drawled, narrowing her eyes as she watched Sweet Pea duck his head and smile to himself when his back was turned from you. “I haven’t seen Sweet Pea look this smitten in a while.”

“Do you think they’d have a chance if we worked our matchmaking magic?”

“What is it you’re always saying? Sometimes the craziest ideas are the most brilliant ones?”

Cheryl smiled, leaning in to kiss Toni. “You’re absolutely right, Tonikins! Shall we start plotting now?”

- - - 

“What’s up, Toni?” Sweet Pea growled into his phone, his frustration bleeding over from one phone call into the next. Fangs had been giving him shit for something and while he was glad to have Toni’s phone call as an excuse to hang up on his friend, he was still pissed.

“What’s up, Sweet Pea, is that I have the perfect solution to your dilemma.”

“What kind of solution?” He paused. “Wait. What’s my dilemma?”

“Nevermind that. Meet me for breakfast tomorrow morning so we can discuss.”

“Discuss what? I’m gonna need more details than that, T.”

Toni couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “All will be revealed tomorrow morning, Sweets. Riverdale Cafetorium at seven sharp - don’t be late!”

She hung up a moment later, leaving a stunned but obedient Sweet Pea in her wake.

- - -

“Cheryl? Is everything okay?” You asked when you answered Cheryl’s phone call. Before she’d met Toni, you and Cheryl spoke on the phone almost nightly; now she rarely called so you figured something had to be up.

“It will be. Meet me in the cafetorium tomorrow at seven?”

“Uh, sure? Why the phone call, though? You could’ve just texted.”

“Just wanted to hear your voice, YN. See you then!”

Nothing was said after that, the line going dead as Cheryl presumably hung up. “See you then,” you said into the void before going back to your nightly routine.

- - -

Toni and Cheryl were already seated at a table when you arrived, the two of them sharing a pastry as Sweet Pea looked on across from them.

“What’s he doing here?” You asked, unable to keep the harshness out of your voice. It was way too fucking early for this and you didn’t even have time for coffee.

“Calm down, dearie. Take a seat.” Cheryl was unusually perky but the tinge of obey me in her voice had you doing just that.

“Yeah, dearie. Take a seat,” Sweet Pea mimicked, and you couldn’t help shooting a glare in his direction. “But really, you two. What is it that was so urgent you couldn’t tell me over the phone last night?”

Toni sat up a little straighter, glancing at Cheryl briefly before she spoke, “Well, because Cheryl and I have a favor to ask. As you know, I’ve been stressing over the reopening of the Whyte Wyrm - particularly the menu - and I was hoping that as my friend,” she looked at Sweet Pea, “and my girlfriend’s best friend,” she looked at you, “that both of you would be willing to come over this weekend for a sample meal.”

“I knew she wanted something,” Sweet Pea leaned back, crossing his arms and muttering under his breath, and you couldn’t help but agree with that statement.

“Of course she did,” you said in the same tone before turning your attention back to Toni and Cheryl. “All you had to do was ask! Of course I will!”

“Me, too. But YN is right - next time just ask us. Not everything has to be a big scheme.” 

His statement shocked you. The two of you hadn’t ever really agreed on much since Toni and Cheryl’s relationship had started, and now you were both agreeing with each other more than once in twenty-four hours? It was almost too much for you to handle. Sure, the two of you were polite and cordial with each other - for the most part - but lately it seemed to be getting out of hand. 

“That’s really good advice, thank you,” Cheryl said, cutting in. “So, we’ll see you Saturday at eight? Oh, and dress real nice. Tonikins and I wanna see what the vibe could be like if we manage to bring in some fancier customers.”

And just like that, Cheryl and Toni stood up in unison just as the bell signaling first period rung, leaving both you and Sweet Pea stunned for the second time.

“Why do I feel like the scheming isn’t over yet?” Sweet Pea asked, turning to look at you.

Your eyes narrowed towards the doors where Cheryl and Toni had just exited. “Probably because it’s not…” Your voice trailed off as your gaze met his and you finally got a glimpse of his face up close and in broad daylight. A flash of his face from last night illuminated by the neon lights of Pop’s crossed your mind, specifically of him grinning as he popped a fry into his mouth. That same desire came flooding back and you knew you had to leave before you did something stupid and make a fool of yourself in front of the Serpent.

“See you Saturday at eight!” Sweet Pea called after you as he watched you walk away, wondering what the weekend had in store.

- - -

You sat in your car, putting the finishing touches on your lipstick and tugging at your dress one more time before taking a deep breath and getting out. After the ambush in the cafetorium by Cheryl and Toni, you’d spent more time than you cared to admit agonizing over your outfit, but in the end it was a no-brainer. You’d worn the dress you felt most confident in, pairing it with strappy heels and light makeup that accentuated your favorite facial features.

Seeing Sweet Pea all dressed up made you stop in your tracks. His version of ‘fancy’ was nice jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. His Serpent neck tattoo was on full display, standing out against the stark white of his shirt.

“Hey,” he said, crossing his arms and drawing your attention back to them. “You ready for this?”

“I guess so. There was never really an opportunity to back out now, was there?”

“Those two make it very hard to say no, don’t they?”

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t I know it.”

Before either of you could say any more, the door swung open and out stepped Cheryl, clad in her signature red. “There you two are! Come on in! Welcome to the new and improved Whyte Wyrm!”

“You look…nice, by the way,” Sweet Pea murmured as he held the door for you, letting you in first.

A shiver of need raced through you at the feeling of his eyes on your body. You paused, looking back at him and meeting his gaze. “Thanks. You, too.”

Your mouth was practically watering as Cheryl set down a filet mignon in front of you. “And this is our bourbon-maple glaze filet mignon.”

“This looks delicious,” you said, smiling at Cheryl. “Give my compliments to the chef.” Toni stood off to the side, the first time you’d ever really seen her look nervous about anything.

“I gotta say, everything has looked fantastic tonight, Toni, and I’m sure the Whyte Wyrm’s reopening is going to be a huge success,” Sweet Pea chimed in, surprising you. You hadn’t really ever heard him give anyone a compliment, but you figured if anyone deserved a compliment from Sweet Pea, it was Toni.

“Thank you,” Toni murmured, nodding stoically. 

“Well, you both have exquisite taste buds and despite how much you both have grown and changed over the years, I knew I could count on you-”

“Okay, what is going on with you?” Sweet Pea asked, the two of you exchanging a suspicious look.

Toni laughed awkwardly, trying to drag Cheryl away.

“Yeah, what’s so funny?” 

“It’s just that we’ve all known each other for so long…” Cheryl trailed off, realizing her mistake.

“I knew it!” Sweet Pea clapped his hands, more excited than you’d seen him while he was stealing your fries at Pop’s. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?” Toni asked, her turn to look suspicious.

“You and Cheryl are out here trying to get YN and I closer so we can be some weird, messed-up version of the Breakfast Club.”

You let out a groan, shaking your head. “Seriously? Cheryl, you know how I feel about you trying to set me up with people! I thought we agreed you were going to stop doing that after eighth grade.”

Sweet Pea crossed his arms and your attention diverted to his delicious forearms once again. “And that’s why we’re here…this is a scheme within a scheme,” he tutted, giving both Toni and Cheryl a reproachful look.

“Excuse us for wanting to try to get the two of you to see in each other what Cheryl and I see in both of you!”

“This is just like that time Toni and Cheryl left us in the woods for some fucked up bonding experience over our hatred of Weatherbee.”

“Or when they sent us on that futile mission to the abandoned Southside High and we had to hide in the janitor’s closet until they were able to get us out.” Sweet Pea glared at them. “The two of you can be so annoying.”

“So fucking annoying,” you agreed, seething as more memories popped up where you and Sweet Pea had been thrown into situations thanks to Toni and Cheryl’s scheming.

“Do either of you want dessert or not? Cuz if you keep whining, Cheryl and I will just eat it ourselves.”

That shut the two of you up and Toni nodded, satisfied. “Enjoy your filet mignon.”

“We’ll be here,” Sweet Pea said, finally getting a chance to cut into his steak.

“Oh, fuck this is good,” you couldn’t help groaning at the first bite. “I had my doubts about a bourbon maple glaze on steak but this is…wow.”

“Mm-hmm.” Sweet Pea’s hum of approval sent another foreign feeling racing through you. 

You tried to think of another conversation topic, but all you could think of was yet another time you and Sweet Pea had been forced together by either Toni’s or Cheryl’s schemes.

Conversation flowed pretty easily after that, and neither of you paid any attention when Toni slipped in and cleared your plates while Cheryl served a single slice of chocolate cake between the two of you.

The cake was delicious, maple syrup infused into the icing, of course.

“Fuck, this chocolate cake…Wow. You’d think Toni would’ve splurged and given us two pieces,” Sweet Pea shook his head as he brought his fork in for another bite.

“I know,” you agreed, nodding. “It’s like you’re stealing my fries all over again.”

“Ha ha,” Sweet Pea deadpanned, making you giggle. “Doesn’t Cheryl have some weird, fucked up saying for this?”

His question took you by surprise, but you knew exactly what he was talking about, rattling off the phrase as if Cheryl herself was saying it. “It’s the most intimate thing two people can do other than…” You stopped short, your eyes widening as you realized the final word.

Your eyes met Sweet Pea’s, his expression mirroring yours as you both finished the word in unison. 

“Sex.”

The sounds of your forks hitting the fancy china were the only sounds in the room as the two of you processed what had just happened. 

“Are they…?” You started.

Sweet Pea finished. “Trying to set us up?” You nodded and he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “They better not be.”

“They’re really outdone themselves this time. It’s a goddamn scheme within a scheme within a scheme.”

“I mean, I just don’t understand why they think we would make a good couple. It’s so random and strange - no offense.”

You shrugged, truly unoffended even though you’d have been lying if you said you hadn’t been entertaining the idea all night. “None taken.”

“I’m still not convinced there isn’t more to this scheme.”

“God, I hope not,” you said, resisting the urge to run your hands over your face but you didn’t want to ruin your makeup. “There’s only so many schemes I can participate in during a year and I think I’ve already hit my limit.”

Sweet Pea looked around before leaning in, a smirk on his face. “What do you say we get out of here? We’re not technically dining and dashing because this was free, but I could definitely go for some fries and a chocolate milkshake.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice, dabbing your mouth with your napkin before pushing your chair back and heading out, Sweet Pea instinctively taking your hand in his as the two of you made a mad dash for Pop’s.

“Thanks,” the two of you said in unison as Pop Tate set your malt and Sweet Pea’s milkshake down in front of you, placing a large order of fries in the center of the table. 

“I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to finish all these fries after the meal we’ve just had,” you said, eyeing the basket as you took a sip of your malt.

“I’m sure we’ll find a way if we sit here long enough.”

Your phone vibrated with an incoming text from Cheryl but you ignored it, turning your phone facedown on the table. Sweet Pea did the same and you couldn’t help feeling secretly thrilled that all his attention was now focused on you.

“So,” you started, picking up a fry, “Fancy a trip down memory lane?”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen the Serpent smile as much as he did tonight, and it was starting to affect you. Before tonight, you never would have thought twice about considering someone like Sweet Pea as boyfriend potential, but there was something about both Toni and Cheryl butting into your dating life to bring Sweet Pea in that was making you reconsider. 

You reached for the last fry at the same time he did, your fingers brushing his. You recoiled as butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but it didn’t seem to affect him. “It’s all yours,” Sweet Pea said, gesturing to the solitary fry.

“You sure?” You hesitated. “We could split it.”

Sweet Pea shook his head. “Like I said, it’s yours.”

You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your lips as you dunked the last fry into the dregs of your malt. “Maybe there’s more to you than just a Southside Serpent.”

That made him chuckle and duck his head - and in that moment, he had never looked more attractive. “Well, maybe there’s more to you than just Cheryl’s sidekick.”

It was well past midnight when the two of you exited Pop’s, making your way to your separate vehicles.

You stalled at the door to your car, part of you not wanting the night to end. “I…had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me, too.” Sweet Pea stepped closer and you sucked in a breath. “Maybe, we could do this again without Cheryl and Toni’s interference?”

“I’d like that. Are we counting this as a date?”

“I don’t know. Would you like it to count as a date?”

Not one to shy away from getting what you want, you decided to go for it. “Well, if you were planning to kiss me goodnight if this was a date, then yes, I would like tonight to count as a date.”

Sweet Pea towered over you, his eyes flickering between your eyes and mouth. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you stared up at him, waiting for him to make the first move. “I’d never turn down an opportunity to kiss a pretty girl goodnight.”

With that, your lips met in a tender kiss, the promise of something more lingering in the air when you finally pulled away. “Goodnight, YN,” Sweet Pea murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he stepped back. “Get home safe.”

“Goodnight, Sweet Pea.”

[always-andromeda]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some enemies to lovers blurb with Percy Dolarhyde?? Like they hated each others guts but after Percy gets abducted and comes back to town the reader hugs him?

Sweet Pea | Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,490

Author’s Note | hee hee, you guys are getting FED this week!! I was gonna keep this as a sweet little blurb but then I felt too many things! Oopsie!

Warnings | Percy and reader bully each other lol, just a smidge of angst and fluff, nothing I can think of!

For almost twenty long years you’d dealt with Percival Dolarhyde’s bullshit. From the second his daddy started spurting gold out of every orifice of his body, the universe decided that Percy would never grow up knowing poverty. On his own, however, he decided he’d never know a moment of good, pure silence either.

You and him developed a routine. By the time you were both twelve, Percy came to the conclusion that you gave the best reaction when he pulled on your hair. And kicked dust in your face. And threw rocks at you. And called you ugly, smelly, gross, stupid, silly, and any other easy word that could pop into his head. He tended to use a lot of the same ones since no matter how many tutors his father brought in to raise him up right, he still couldn’t read very well.

That was the first thing you’d ever teased him about.

All the money in the world and still you can’t read for nothing, Percival Dolarhyde.

That was another thing he hated. You called him Percival. Sure, it’s his full name. But you say it like he’s a toddler, running around and making a mess of everything. And on the day he gets abducted, he acts exactly like he is one. Throwing his tantrum in front of the saloon and shooting his gun off. You’re almost glad to see the new stranger in town give him a fraction of the wallop he deserves.

“Heard they’re cartin’ your sorry ass all the way out the Santa Fe tonight.” You chuckle, approaching his jail cell. “Terribly wasteful trip for those horses. They should make you walk instead.”

Percy lies on the cot in the corner, hat tipped over his head as if he was actually intending to sleep in the musty old cell. He looks up at you from underneath the brim and grimaces before rising to his feet.

“Not if my daddy has anything to say about it.” He steps the short distance between the bed and the bars, almost pressing his face against them.

You inch closer, “Your daddy doesn’t care whether you rot in here or in Santa Fe, I can assure you that. Just as long as you don’t come home, everyone will move along with their lives just fine.”

“You don’t mean that, do ya’, sweet pea?” He argues back in that deliciously low twang of his, tongue between his teeth in a teasing manner that drives you positively insane.

The stranger snaps from his own cell, obviously not humored by the back and forth, “Are you two done with your lover’s quarrel over there?”

You’re the first to glare at him and say, “Lover’s quarrel? You must really be new around here, mister.”

“Yeah, if my sweet pea had a lover, that poor sap would be getting it twice as hard as I do.”

“You shut your mouth, Dolarhyde, or I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Smack me? C’mon now, I thought I wasn’t your lover?”

Percy smirks slyly and you sigh. No matter how many times he sneered at you...he never failed to infuriate you. If only you could grab him by the collar and smack him. And maybe give him a little kiss.

No. Absolutely not. Don't fill your head with that load of bull.

“Enjoy your stay in Santa Fe, Percival.” You give him one last smile with pursed lips, entirely sure that this is the last time you’ll get to see his sniveling, beautiful face.

Then he got himself abducted. Those horrifying creatures descended from the sky and snatched him away. It's a fate that you’d been praying upon him for practically your whole life. And instead of being grateful for this blessing, you’d kill to have the Percy from your childhood throwing pebbles and kicking up dust and doing his best to irritate you. Because at least he would still be there, vying for your attention.

Against your better judgment, you worried about him. You never wanted the last time you saw him to be him screaming.

If anyone was going to drag his sorry ass out of the mess he was in, it would be you. You kicked up a fuss, demanding that Woodrow Dolarhyde let you join the ragtag posse who would attempt to save those who'd been abducted. Though he'd been confused at how committed you were to finding his drunkard of a son, he let it be. They needed as much help as they could get. And, frankly, he didn't care what guilty conscience was fueling your ferocity. As long as you wanted Percy to be safe and sound, that was enough of a common goal to consider you an ally.

Once it's all said and done and the adrenaline fades, one person is on your mind. 

"Percy?" You search the crowd desperately for his stupid face, convincing yourself that it's because you'll give him that smack across the cheek that he's always deserved. You'd helped kill a handful of aliens now. Giving Percy a taste of his own medicine was nothing compared to the hell that you'd been through almost losing your life for him.

But that idea is gone with the wind as soon as you spot him, eyes wide and darting from person to person. For a second, you smile, thinking he must be looking for you.

"Percival!" you run to him like you never have before and throw yourself into his arms. You smile when you feel him wrap around you. His hand his hesitant, but ultimately rests on your head and holds you to him. The affection is unnatural, you’re well aware. But it's there. And since Percy has always hated you, it's more than enough.

“You really have a habit of getting yourself into trouble, huh?” You ask him, trying not to get too misty eyed as you pull away, “Just let me get a good look at you.”

Woodrow Dolarhyde appears beside you and rests a solemn palm on your upper arm. Percy got all of his cockiness from his father, but in that moment, Woodrow shows none of the loathed trait.

He simply clears his throat and says carefully, “He’s still a bit…shaken up.”

“Shaken up?” You glance back and forth between the men, waiting for their awkward silence to manifest into a satisfactory answer until Percy finally pipes in.

“Who are you?”

You tense up more than you want to. “That’s not funny. Don’t you dare start with me.”

“Kid. He doesn’t remember…anything.”

"No, no, no. You can't forget," with your hands on his shoulders, you stare into his eyes, searching for some reluctant recognition of your existence. "You despise me. I'm the only one who calls you Percival because I know how much it upsets you. And I'm terrible because I love upsetting you. But you love making my life hell too so it all evens out."

"It sounds like..." Percy trails off, gazing off someplace in the middle distance before refocusing his attention to you, "Why would you want to remember me?"

The question takes you off guard. At every twist and turn, Percy was there to make sure that you were miserable. Teasing you with that silly little name because it made you blush every time. He probably had no clue why it got you so. Was probably painfully unaware of how badly you wanted to hear him say it with just a hint of care in his tone. Sweet pea. He taunted you with the name; held it above your head like a child with a toy you so desperately wanted. Why would you want to remember how he was?

"Because— because I don't know who I'd be without you." The choked sob you let out makes you suddenly self conscious. Woodrow already looks uncomfortable watching the scene play out. So you turn, wiping the stray tear off of your cheek with a knuckle. As soon as you step away, Percy's hesitant voice utters something that makes you freeze. 

"Sweet pea?"

You wonder if you'd just hallucinated it. Your lovesick mind was playing a trick on you just to cope with the obliterating reality that you'd done all you had for nothing. Then he repeats it. Like he's finally sure of the sound. Like he knows that name belongs to you.

Within seconds, you're back in his arms. But this time, it's Percival Dolarhyde holding you like he's afraid to let go. You seem to anchor him to the ground. Arms tightening around his nervous frame, you return the warm embrace. No alien is ever gonna snatch your Percival away ever again.

"I don't remember you. Not exactly. But I remember that." His voice shakes with a vulnerability you're not used to from him, "You're my sweet pea."

With your thumb caressing over his dirty cheek, you look into his muddled green eyes and smile wistfully, "That's good enough for now."

[themultifandomgal]

Sweet Pea- Rumours Pt2

Pt1

Over the next few weeks I quickly learn that Toni and Fangs aren't actually that bad. Sweet Pea however... well we aren't friends. We're either arguing with each other or we just don't speak, that is until we are paired together in English to do a project together. I'm currently sat in Pops waiting for him to arrive while I drink my milkshake.

After an hour I give up waiting for him and go home dropping him a message to let him know not to bother meeting me at Pops.

Sweet Peas POV

I had just arrived at Pops when I heard Reggie talking to his friends about a girl he’d slept with

“She was definitely an 8. Would have been a 10 but she didn’t know what she was doing” I frown at Reggie as I walk to the door of Pops “don’t worry Sweet Heart YN should be all warmed up for you now” he snickers

“What the hell are you on about?” I ask Reggie irritated

“Last night I showed YN a good time, just a shame she’s so inexperienced, oh well maybe next time she’ll be better and performing”

“YN slept with you?” I say not really believing “the Northside Princess? seriously”

“She’s no princess I can assure you” I look into Pops and see the back off YN sitting at a booth “oh and that pretty little mouth of hers can say the most dirty things” I look back at Reggie with a mixture of anger and upset “don’t tell me that you have feelings for the girl?”

“What? of course not” I laugh “I’m glad you had a good time with her. Maybe you’ll act less like a dick now you’ve been laid” I get on my bike and leave YN alone in Pops.

YN’s POV

The next day I sit down in the student lounge getting out a text book and begin doing my homework

“Great it’s you” Sweet Pea says standing next to the couch

“It is and it’s the dick who left me alone at Pops yesterday to do our work” I say not looking up from my book. I hear Sweet Pea scoff then sit down in a chair opposite me

“So did you have a good time the other night?”

“Sleeping? yeah I did enjoy it”

“I’m on about the thing you did before sleeping, princess” he puts the emphasis on the word princess

“I hate it when you call me that” I sigh “and I don’t know what your on about”

“Oh come on don’t act stupid” I now look at Sweet Pea confused

“Well since you know what I did the other night care to explain?”

“You and Reggie. Come on YN he’s been bragging about it”

“He’s been bragging about the fact I was tutoring him? yeah don’t buy it”

“Tutoring is that what your calling it” again I frown at Sweet Pea

“Well what would you call it?”

“Many things but tutoring. Unless your wearing one of those sexy school uniforms you can buy”

“Pardon?” my eyes widen

“So how dirty did you talk?” I now look at Sweet Pea shocked

“Excuse me?”

“He said you were an 8 what would you rate him YN?”

“Oh my god Sweet Pea. You think Reggie and I had sex?” I say with anger standing up

“That’s what he said” Sweet Pea shrugs

“Unbelievable. Not that you care, but I didn’t sleep with him” I grab my things and start to walk out

“Where are you going? off to sleep with someone else?” I don’t say anything back while I try to hold the tears from falling.

I quickly make my way the girls bathroom, but when I enter Veronica, Betty and Toni are in there chatting

“YN what’s wrong?” Veronica asks walking over to me

“I don’t even know why I’m upset. It’s not like I care about what he thinks off me, but Reggie told Sweet Pea that I slept with him when I was tutoring and Sweet Pea was basically making fun of it” Toni sighs

“I’ll go speak with him” she walks out to find her best friend

“YN, Reggie’s told everyone that you gave him a sticky maple”

“Oh my god” I place my hand over my forehead “Ronnie I didn’t, I just tutored him”

“Ok calm down. We’ll deal with this” Betty says looking at Veronica. They make their way out of the bathroom and down the hall with me in tow. They look everywhere for Reggie, but we soon find him being beaten up outside by Sweet Pea and Fangs

“Here she is. The lady of the hour” Reggie says standing up, the other Bulldogs whistle at me

“You don’t get to talk about her anymore, understand?”

“I understand. She’s off limits I get it she’s your Serpent slut now. Don’t want any STI’s” this earns another punch off Sweet Pea. I decide I don’t want to see anymore so I go to my car and drive to Sweetwater.

After 30 minutes or so I hear a motor bike pull up. I stay in my sitting position trying to ignore how cold it is. Still staring out to the water, I see Sweet Pea sit next to me in my peripheral vision

“Reggie’s a dick”

“Thought you believed him” I say with no emotion

“I was a dick”

“You can say that again. You went to far this time Sweet Pea. Irritating me is one thing but encouraging a rumour like that…” I sigh closing my eyes

“Your right. I’m sorry” I open my eyes up and look at Sweet Pea who’s looking out to the water “you want to know the truth?” he looks at me and I nod my head “the truth is I came to Pops last night. That’s when Reggie told me the rumour. I got angry so left. I was still angry today, that is until I saw how upset you were”

“Why were you angry? we dislike each other” I ask with confusion

“I don’t dislike you YN. Completely the opposite really”

“Oh…”

“I really am sorry YN” I nod my head and look back to the water. I cross my arms over myself to keep myself warm

“Here” Sweet Pea shrugs he’s jacket off and wraps it round me

“Thanks” I say already feeling warmer. Maybe this can be the start of a new friendship, or maybe more.

[oomisluvr]

the 5 love languages: baby edition!

featuring: sakusa kiyoomi

synopsis: love fosters connections from romantic to platonic to paternal. a series of drabbles between dad!kiyoomi and his daughter.

warnings: light swearing, not entirely y/n focused, baby kiyoomi is referred to as little beast bc i couldn't think of a name, kiyoomi is referred to as 'daddy' because he is a father (don't make it weird pls!!)

quality time (see: "sweet potato or mashed peas and corn?")

puffy feet stomp on the counter, fighting against gravity to maintain balance. it's been three weeks since she took her first steps, and since then all she ever seems do is dance.

“there you go, angel!” kiyoomi laughs, “you got it! spin for me, spin, spin!”

with a squeal, your daughter spins wildly, her chunky hands clenched between kiyoomi’s fingers.

“good job!” he praises, letting go of her hands to clap his own. she mirrors him, forcing her hands together with disordered coordination.

her lips purse together as she blows, the burst of wet raspberries echoing through the kitchen. spits flies everywhere, but kiyoomi doesn’t care. he dabs away the clumps of saliva and pushes his own raspberries into the soft flesh of her neck. she squeals and shrieks, laughing and babbling at her father's antics, and kiyoomi, with a wide grin tugging on his lips, playfully shushes her.

“we have to be quiet, remember?” he asks, nose pressed against hers, and she grows quiet at her father’s hushed tone, “mommy’s asleep. we have to be quiet.”

“ba! mmm— ba!“

“thank you for your cooperation.” he brushes a stray curl from her forehead after assisting her into sitting, “now, what are you having for dinner? your options are sweet potato or mashed peas and corn.”

with a great inhale, she pushes her lips together and blows the biggest raspberry she can.

gently, he presses her lips together, stopping her. swatting his hand away, she squeals, her four baby teeth on display. kiyoomi pokes her round tummy, her shirt beginning to rise just below her belly button.

“it's a difficult choice, i know, but please, focus on the task at hand.”

"mm!" her hands grip her feet, and she wiggles her toes, “pa!”

“sweet potatoes it is." he decides, turning his back for just a second to dig through the fridge to find the small jar of mashed sweet potatoes. he can hear you know, instincts kicking in and screaming at him for leaving her unattended on the counter, even for just a second. you'd go on and on, lecturing him about child endangerment and neglect, before you realize your words are falling on deaf ears. his answer is always the same. you don't giver her enough credit, y/n. she is your child, after all. she's smarter than she looks.

pulling the potatoes from the fridge, he quickly nabs her baby spoon from the dish rack. pleased to find her seated right where he left her, feet still in her grip, kiyoomi laughs as her attention follows the food in his hand. she has his eyes.

with her teeth coming in, her gums are sensitive and raw most days, and the two of you have found that cold foods help with the pain.

popping open the jar, kiyoomi scoops the smallest bit of yam onto grooves of the spoon, placing the plasticware onto her outstretched palms.

she grips it tight with both hands, the spoon pushing more food into her cheek than her mouth, but kiyoomi smiles all the same, guiding the spoon and encouraging her softly.

"for just a year old, your motor skills are remarkable."

she responds in babbles as sweet potato falls from her mouth. kiyoomi bows apologetically.

"my mistake, nine-month-old." he corrects, taking the spoon from her and collecting more from the jar, "such a perfectionist, just like your mother. i see why she calls you a little beast."

by the time the jar empties, her shirt and hands are sticky with yam, and you're pretty sure there's a chuck of food in kiyoomi's hair, but the two of them continue conversation.

at one point, she burps, far louder than any baby should, and using the inspiration of her father's breathless laugh, she does it twice more.

kiyoomi cheers her on anyways. he loves his baby girl.

physical touch (see: "hand me my child.")

"give me my baby." a very shirtless kiyoomi demands, standing in front of the television with both hands perched on his hips, "you've had her to yourself the entire day. it's my turn."

you roll your eyes, "this is the life you close. nobody forced you to play volleyball professionally." you tease, "i just put her to sleep and she's been cranky all day."

"give her here," kiyoomi plants himself next to you on the couch with a dramatic huff, "she was cranky because she missed her father."

"wake her up and you're sleeping on the couch tonight. i dare you."

he doesn't cave, "hand me my child."

supporting her neck, you transfer the little beast onto the bare chest of her father. she stirs for a bit, tensing and huffing, her brows scrunching in a soft confusion. he coos at her softly, speaking in a hushed whisper to calm her back to sleep. easy there, angel. it's okay, you're okay. i'm here. daddy's here. i missed you so much today. did you miss me too?

her chubby fingers brush his skin, and she practically melts into him, breath slowing as her body fully relaxes.

"see?" he says to you, though his eyes follow the gentle rise and fall of her chest, "she just missed her dad is all."

you turn your attention back to the show you were watching, rolling your shoulder a bit to stretch the tense muscle there. one snore becomes two, and when you turn your head to investigate, you find the two of them passed out, kiyoomi's neck tilted at a dangerous angle.

even in sleep her hand still clings to kiyoomi.

with a chuckle, you decide to leave them be. she snores just as loud as her father.

giving gifts (see: "someone also paid for overnight shipping.")

"sakusa kiyoomi."

his blood stops in his veins, the hairs of his neck standing in attention. his eyes drift to your figure, standing as menacingly as ever. there's a smile on your lips, but it's not a sweet one. it's the smile of a snake who's caught a mouse in their trap. he figures now is not the time to tell you how hot you look.

he clears his throat instead, "yes, y/n dearest?"

pulling your phone from your back pocket, your eyes scan the screen, "baby einstein jumperoo exclusive interactive activity center with lights and melodies."

yikes. he was hoping you wouldn't see that.

he scratches the back of his head, "what? where did that come from?"

his voice shakes as he asks, but ignorance is the best act he can do right now.

"amazon, actually." you take a step towards him.

"not ringing any bells." he persists.

"it was 800 dollars." another step.

"that's ridiculous!"

"someone also paid for overnight shipping." another step. you could reach out and touch him, if you wanted to.

"scammers these days," he sputters.

"kiyoomi," you stare him down and he swears you can see into his soul, "don't lie to me."

"okay, okay, fine," he caves, raising his hands in surrender, "it was me who made the purchase."

"well i knew that much already. it sure wasn't our nine-month old."

"babe, i had to⁠—" his arms find yours, pulling you into his chest and pressing your face into the hard muscle there, "we have the funds to do it! and⁠—" he pulls you back to look you in the eye, "can you really put a price on the development of our baby?"

of course he went there. you want to punch him.

"no, but⁠—"

"no! you can't" he cuts you off, "as a father, i had to make the executive to prioritize her development above all else."

you sigh, "you can't be so reckless with our finances, ki. at least talk to me about this things, okay? i nearly had a heart attack this afternoon."

"you're right, and i'm sorry." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your hairline, "i won't make any big purchases without consulting you."

"you better not."

"i won't," he promises, swaying the two of you gently, "now, where is the little beast, anyway?"

"asleep, thank goodness. she had some oatmeal and it knocked her ass out."

"so what i'm hearing is⁠—" a sneaky hand slides down your back to pinch your ass, "—is that we have some alone time."

"cute." you pull away, kiyoomi's hand falling with the motion, "but you're still in trouble."

"i said sorry!" he gasps.

"too bad." you tut, spinning on your heels and heading towards the bedroom, "i'm going to take a nap. it's your turn to feed her when she gets up."

walking away, you sway your hips a bit.

just a little bit.

"you're evil," he calls after you.

acts of service ("look who it is!")

practice was beyond awful today.

the muscles of his back ache with every step he takes, waves of pain rippling up his spine. he winces when he shrugs off his duffle bag to dig for his keys, loudly exhaling when he can't find them.

he pushes the doorbell instead of dwelling over it. a problem for another day.

through the door, he hears your muffled voice ring, "daddy's home, daddy's home! let's open the door for him, yeah?"

the pitter patter of your quick footsteps across the house brings a soft smile to his face. kiyoomi feels his heart thrum in anticipation. he always gets nervous coming home, afraid that the apartment will be empty upon his arrival. as if this were all a dream, a fantasy he was wholly undeserving off.

the door opens with a quiet creak, the drag of wood against the floor sounds louder than anything else.

there you stand, a baby on your hip with rollers in your hair, perched in faux surprise.

"look who it is!"

curious, wide eyes meet his.

kiyoomi beams at the sight, "i'm home! did you miss me?"

she squeals, throwing her arms in the direction of her father, wanting to be held by him instead. her hair is wild, inky curls sticking in every which way, one foot exposed due to her missing a sock (it's a weird temperature regulation thing), and the smallest sliver of drool bubbles at the corner of her lips from all her yelling.

ignoring the ache of his muscles, kiyoomi pulls the beast from your arms and lifts her high into the air, occasionally lowering her down to press kisses onto her forehead.

the squealing hasn't stopped, and in his younger years, kiyoomi's sure that he would have been done with fatherhood altogether.

but he's a different man now. you've made him different. soft. domestic.

he couldn't imagine the world without his baby girl in it. without the screeching and the diapers and the sleepless nights. wouldn't give it up for anything.

"how was she today?" he asks, letting the small beast pull on his ears.

he sees the tiredness in your eyes, feels it when he kisses you.

"terrible," you laugh, "i don't know where she gets all this energy from. i couldn't get her down for a nap today."

kiyoomi smiles, even though he knows he shouldn't. it's hard to be anything less than proud of her, "she has my stamina."

"she has your attitude, too."

"that, my love, she got from you."

you push his chest in reprimand, knowing that he's probably right. pain shoots to the region you touched. he tries not to wince.

"i was hoping you could take her to the park later?" you ask, hopeful, "there's some stuff i need to take care of around the house and now that she can walk--"

"of course," he ignores it, leaning in to kiss you just once more, "i'll put her jacket on right now."

the smile that graces your face is enough to make his heart stop. the beast squeals all the way to the park.

i didn't do quality time LMAO i felt like these were all quality time. also its hard because babies,,,, don't do much they're just kinda there tbh

[nathanbatemanfucker]

The Best Birthday Part II

pairing: gn teacher!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: lots of angst, fluff, happy ending, kissing

summary: after months of dating, the reader and aaron’s relationship poses a problem for jack at school. reader decides to do right by him, even if it means breaking his dad’s heart.

an: this is part two of the best birthday which was written for aaron hotchner appreciation week. this part two was requested by the funniest @choppa-style. i hope it lives up to your expectations! reader and hotch have been dating since november and it’s now april. gif is from @hqtchner.

word count: 2.3k

masterlist

You’re doing your best to draw a landscape with a rainbow on your white board during the planning period when your phone rings. Fishing it out of your back pocket, a smile spreads across your face as you read Aaron’s name.

“Hi, baby.” The term of endearment has Aaron’s smile just as wide as yours.

“Hi sweetheart, how are you?”

“I’m alright. Wiped. A kindergarten teacher was out today and I got stuck with half her class.” You go back to drawing, cradling the phone between your cheek and shoulder.

“Adorable but definitely a handful.” He muses.

“8 adorable handfuls to be exact.”

“I’m sorry, I wish I was home, we could take a hot shower and just relax.”

“It’s okay, we’ll make up for it this weekend. Speaking of, you’ll be home for my birthday right?”

“Come hell or high water.”

“Perfect. How’s Idaho treating you?”

“The townspeople are actually very kind, but there are no recognizable brands here at all. All mom and pop, not even a McDonald’s.”

“What will you do without your indulgent large fry?”

“You got me hooked on those, don’t tease.”

You open your mouth to respond with a witty remark when your door flies open, a panicked James standing in its place.

“I’ve gotta go, call me when you make it back to the hotel. And be safe, please.”

“Sure, I hope everything’s okay.”

“Don’t worry about me, talk later.”

“What’s wrong?” You usher her in, taking a seat on one of the desks.

She picks at her nails as she walks up to you, crossing her arms as she speaks. “Was that Jack’s dad?”

“Oh my god, call him Aaron already.” You laugh, reaching up to rock her shoulder playfully.

“I think it’s best if I don’t. Some of the kids are teasing Jack.”

You frown, standing to your feet and crossing your own arms against your chest. “What? Why?”

“Because you’re dating his dad.” Her words knock the wind out of you.

“What?” You say breathlessly.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t think that this could be a possibility.”

“I don’t understand why kids would tease him for it, his dad and I are grown ups. And I love Jack. And I’m pretty sure I love Aaron too.”

“I know you do, but something has to be done. He’s really upset about this.”

“Can I see him? Is he in your room right now?”

“He is, with the aide, trying to calm down. I don’t know if he’ll want to see you.”

You beat down the negative feelings her words bring up in you, though you can’t help but feel a little offended that she would say that. You and Jack are two peas in a pod. You can’t imagine that he wouldn’t want to see you. “Of course he will, I know everything to do to make him feel better.”

The two of you walk back to her room, and she goes in first. You watch through the small window in the door as she talks to the young boy. He glares at her, crosses his arms and shakes his head angrily. It makes your heart sink. What were you supposed to do? Leave his dad?

James is really sweet about Jack not wanting to see you, giving you a tight hug and some words of encouragement before she slinks back into the classroom to comfort Jack some more.

You schedule a meeting with the principal, unsure of how to navigate this issue. It isn’t until Thursday and today is Monday; you hate the idea of waiting, it makes you more anxious. You decide to wait on telling Aaron, wanting to talk out a solution first. Every phone call with him is brief, you have a host of excuses which aren’t lies; you really do need to start your lesson plans for next week. You also just need some time to wallow and cry. Jack is avoiding you at all costs, but he must not be telling his dad because Aaron never asks about it.

Your meeting with Principal Higgins goes well for the most part. It’s near the end that the two of you stop talking in hypotheticals and are more clear cut.

The scruffy man leans in, his eyes kind. “The only protocol against fraternizing is between home room teachers and their student’s parents. So I can’t tell you not to see him, but I just want you to think about what this could mean for Jack.”

“We’ve talked to the students, well I haven’t because that seems like a conflict of interest. But, they’re being disciplined.” You say softly, hoping that it’ll make you feel better. It doesn’t, and neither does what comes out of his mouth next.

“We both know that kids only listen so much. When they’re out on that playground there’s little we can do to control them.”

You run both of your hands over your face as you lean back in the chair with a resigned sigh. “I know. I know.”

“You seem really happy, I’m sorry that this is happening.”

“Thanks, Principal Higgins.” You stand to leave, shaking his hand.

He waves you off, snorts a little. “Mike. We’re talking about your love life for god’s sake.”

“Thank you, Mike.”

“Anytime. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to support you regardless of your decision.”

___

Aaron gets in on Friday, two days before the two of you are supposed to go out for your birthday. You figure it’s better to do this now then to wait until tomorrow. You shoot him a text asking if you can stop by, and he agrees easily, telling you that Jack is at a sleepover for the night which surprises you given everything. Jack was really handling this all on his own. It makes you sad because you know he doesn’t want to mess anything up for you and Hotch, even at his young age. But you know that he’s probably craving for the help of his dad, even if he doesn’t know exactly what he needs.

“Hi, baby.” Aaron leans in to give you a kiss but you place a hand on his chest, keeping him at a distance. His face falls and your heart squeezes. “What’s wrong?”

“We should talk.” You step into his apartment, staying in the foyer.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, allowing his eyes to sweep over your body language. He doesn’t like what he’s seeing; you won’t look at him, your shifting from foot to foot and your arms are crossed. “Everyone hates those words.”

“I hate them too, I hate this. I don’t want to do it.” You’re honest with him, hoping that it’ll make him understand.

“Sweetheart, you’re worrying me.” He takes a step towards you, attempting to grab your hands but you take a step back.

“You can’t call me baby and sweetheart anymore, that has to stop. We have to stop.”

“What?”

“We can’t see each other anymore Aaron, it’s not fair to Jack.”

He looks at you in confusion. “Fair to Jack?”

“The kids at school, they’re teasing him because you and I are seeing each other.”

“I would say we’re more than just seeing each other. I was going to ask you this weekend at your birthday dinner to make it official.”

“Of course, you were because you’re perfect. You’re perfect Aaron and this has nothing to do with you. I just want what’s best for Jack.”

“Can’t you discipline them?”

“Kids only listen so much.”

“So you’re just leaving?” He asks in disbelief.

You can’t maintain eye contact with him, looking down at your hands that are knotting together. “I think that before this gets serious,”

“Before it gets serious?” He runs his hands through his hair, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips. “Are you kidding me? I love you.”

“Listen,” You try to stay on track and not be distracted by the declaration he’s just made but he cuts you off.

“Stop, unless you’re taking everything back you have to stop. This isn’t right. We both know it.”

“Things with Jack won’t change at school, I’ll treat him all the same.”

“You’re serious?”

“Aaron, why are you making this so hard?” You look down at his hand which is wrapped around your arm, holding you in place.

“Because I love you.”

“That doesn’t change anything.” Slowly you take your arm out of his grip and start to walk away.

“Wait,” He calls after you and you turn around to face him without a thought, “Do you at least love me too?”

You close the gap between you, wanting to feel the warmth of him one last time. You caress his cheek, and he leans into the touch, closing his eyes. He looks so soft, so vulnerable and you can’t help but lean in and place a gentle kiss on his lips. You hope that it can answer his question; it would break you to have to say those words to him before walking away. Though, not saying them may break you just as much.

___

Saturday sucked, and you wake up on Sunday morning, your birthday, dreading in a way you never have. Not even a week ago you were expecting to spend this day with the man you love and now the two of you aren’t even together. It’s bittersweet and you spend the majority of the day in bed. Your parents call you, so does James and even Jessica. She doesn’t mention the break up and neither do you. It’s nice to hear her voice, and to hear Aaron and Jack’s in the background of the call.

Your day passes slowly. You make yourself your favorite lunch and open the box of cupcakes that James gave you at work on Friday. Trashy reality tv, your fluffy blanket, and wine are your best friends. When it hits 4 p.m. you turn the tv off and decide to take a bath. It’s hard to sit with your thoughts and the pit of dread in your stomach as you realize you’ll have to do this every day. Facing life without Aaron seems impossible even though you were just together for 6 months.

You’re back in bed wrapped in your favorite matching pjs, checking your phone for the millionth time. You feel a little silly when you’re disappointed that he doesn’t call. You decide you’ll go to bed early, it’s only 8:30 when you have a snack before doing your night routine. You’re walking to your kitchen to fill up your water bottle when there’s a knock at your door. When you look through the peephole you gasp before throwing open the door.

“Aaron?”

He’s in a lightweight olive green sweater and jeans, his hands in his pockets. “Hi.”

“You’re here.”

“I almost didn’t come.” He murmurs running a hand over the back of his neck, his expression guarded.

You open the door all the way and let him into your apartment. It’s so eerie, how the two of you stand in the foyer to have this conversation like you did in his just two days ago. “Why did you?”

“You know why.”

“Nothing’s changed.”

“Jack and I had a talk. He’s not upset with you and he doesn’t want to lose you. I for one don’t want to lose you either.”

“Jack didn’t even want to see me the other day. He’s been avoiding me since I found out.” You say matter of factly.

His eyes flick back and forth for a moment as he formulates his next sentence, his head tilting. “That’s because he wasn’t sure how to navigate the issue. He wasn’t going to bring it up to me because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. We talked after you left the other day.”

“The sweet boy was just planning on suffering.” You facepalm, shaking your head at him.

Aaron’s hand comes to remove yours from your face and his eyebrows rise as he responds. “I know that you want to do right by him and I want to as well. But him having you in his life as a sort of…parent is what’s right by him. I haven’t seen him this happy in years. I haven’t seen me this happy in years.”

“Are you sure?” There are tears starting to develop in your eyes but you push them away. You really did think of Jack as your own, and the fact that Aaron sees that makes your heart swell.

“100%. We can talk with James, and his classmates and your principal. Whoever we need to to get this cleared up. Breaking this up is not the answer.”

“You’re sure? He’s sure?” You ask again, wanting to be on the same page.

“You can ask him yourself.” His mouth quirks up into a knowing smile.

“What?”

“He’s in the car with Jessica. He wants to see you.”

“He does?”

“Of course he does. He loves you.”

You reach for him, fisting your fingers in his shirt to pull him closer. “I love him and I love you.”

“I know, I love you too. Do you want to go down and get him? We made you a cake. We could eat it and watch a movie?”

“I would love to but kiss me first, please.”

His hands cup your face, pulling you in slowly with lots of eye contact before his lips are pressed to yours. His kisses could solve any of your problems, any anxieties about handling the situation or any other for that matter melt away as you kiss him earnestly. His arms fall from your face, wrapping around your frame as yours make their way into his hair. You pour all your apology into the kiss, along with all of your love, hoping that he can feel just how much you care about him.

“Ready to go get our boy?” He asks, his lips brushing yours with every word.

“Very.”

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[iheartgracie]

claire biggs and gerard gibson quotes in keeping 13

“Gibsie grinned and pressed the phone to his ear. "Only if I get caught – hey, how's it going, babe? I need you to be outside in five – yeah, five minutes. Why? Because I'm picking you up, that's why. Yeah, don't waste time asking questions. Just put your coat on and meet me at the bottom of your driveway. It's cold outside so wear the red one." He grinned, clearly getting a mouthful down the line before saying, "I know you're at home because I saw you watching me from my bedroom window earlier – yeah, I know you stalk me, too. Yeah, you hate me. I know. I've heard it all before, babe. I love you, too.”

“It's a bad song choice."

"Hang on, what about this one –" His words trailed off as he switched the stereo back on and flicked to track 7. The guitar rift of Thin Lizzy's Jailbreak blasted from the speakers. "Better?" Gibsie asked, waggling his brows. "More suited for the occasion, sweet-pea?"

"Much," Claire replied, tone approving. "Good job, snuffle-bunny."

"Thanks, babe.”

“Smile, Claire-Bear," he coaxed, keeping his hand on her hip. "No one could say no to the sun.”

“I know the appropriate song for this," Gibsie said, draping an arm over Claire's shoulder. Tossing his cigarette butt in the neighbor's garden, he waved a hand in front of them and said, "Bon Jovi – It's My Life."

"Perfect!" Claire chirped, wrapping an arm around his waist as they strolled down the garden path towards his car. "You know what, Gerard? You can be pretty smart when you're not being pretty stupid."

Laughing, he pulled her into his side. "I know, right?”

“How did we fall into this, lad?"

"You love his sister, and I love his sister's best friend,”

"It's my Mam again."

"Don't tell her that you're with me," Gibsie warned. "Whatever you do, babe, do not tell that woman that I'm with you."

Claire glared at him. "Who else would I be with? Besides, there's no point since she saw me getting into your car!"

He shrugged uncomfortably. "She'll kill you.”

“I need to go home," Claire replied in a huffy tone. "My Mam's been calling non-stop." She rolled her eyes for emphasis. "She says if Gerard doesn't bring me home by ten, she's locking me out of the house." Huffing out a breath, she added, "It a quarter to ten now."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Gibsie waggled his brows, joining us in the hallway. "You could always stay with me.”

“With all due respect, Shan, fuck them."

My eyes widened. It was beyond rare to hear Claire curse and never about parents.

"Fuck. Them," she added with a meaningful stare.

“Yes! Fuck them," Gibsie cheered. "You tell her, babe."

"Shush, Gerard,”

“I can't," Claire said with a heavy sigh. "Not since Mam found out that you –" She snapped her mouth shut. Her face turned a deep shade of red and she gave Gibsie a look that said 'and you know why' before hurrying on, "I just can't."

I was surprised to see that Gibsie actually blushed, too.”

“Shut up, Gerard!"

"Shutting up, Claire-bear.”

“Hey, Claire-bear," Gibsie said, smiling again. "How's it going?"

"Hey, Gerard," she sighed, sounding sad and looking nothing like the bundle of energy she'd been a few minutes ago. Rolling up her sleeves, she placed her elbows on the table and dropped her head in her hands. "I'm so sad."

"Why?" Gibsie stiffened. "What happened?" His eyes narrowed. "Was someone at you?”

“Lolly?" Gibsie offered then, pulling a lollipop stick from his mouth and holding it out to her.

Claire stared at it for a moment before shrugging, swiping it out of his hand, and then popping it into her mouth. "Sherbet?" She arched a brow. "You hate sherbet."

"Got it for you," he shot back with a wink. "I know it's your favorite."

"Don't put that in your mouth," Hughie practically spat. "You don't know where he's been, Claire."

"Hmm." Claire shrugged again, like it was a normal thing to be swapping lollipop saliva with him. "It's good.”

[jungkookiebus]

Grain of Sand | jjk

Genre: smut x fluff x established relationship x slice of life Pairing: blind!jjk x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: cunnilingus, (light) ass play, fingering, jungkook fucks you against the kitchen sink so i guess that can be a warning, creampie Summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.

Bright, warm sunshine filled the hallway of your home from the windows that lined the wall. It was one of the reasons you picked this house. You imagined hanging pictures up on the wall for the morning sun to rise upon and, at night, you could still easily see them in the light of the moon. And that’s exactly what you did when you moved in two years ago. Jungkook walked ahead of you, fingers delicately skimming the wall right beneath the pictures. The wall there looked more worn than the rest, a little oily sheen to it from his fingertips. Walls all over your home had these trails. They were like highways for him, directing him to the living room, kitchen, and every room in between. Sometimes, like now, you’d run your fingers along his path lovingly, grazing your fingers underneath your wedding photo.

“What would you like for breakfast?” he asked, and you saw as he tilted his head a little, knowing you were following quietly behind him.

You hummed in thought. You never really were that hungry as soon as you woke up, but the smell of breakfast always made your stomach growl.

“What about…eggs and bacon?”

“Toast?”

“Oh, yes, Taehyung gave us some fresh strawberry jam he made.”

He hummed in a content agreement, turning the corner ahead of you, two fingers brushing the dull edge as he continued down the hallway. The light overhead was still off, and the early morning sun had yet to reach this part of the house, but Jungkook moved by memory and his worn wall path before moving into the kitchen. As he walked into the room, you reached for the light switch and flicked it on.

“What would you like me to do?” you asked. You leaned against the counter as you watched his hands skim the cabinets, and you knew he was counting in his head, until he got to the one he wanted. He pulled out a pan as his other hand reached for the stove, hand finding the burner, before moving it to sit the pan down.

“Uh, if you want to grab the ingredients, that will help.”

“Sure thing, sweet pea.”

Jungkook laughed as he reached for the oil that sat by the stove.

“I should be calling you pet names.”

“You do all the time and you’re just too cute not to.”

Opening the refrigerator, you pulled out the necessary amount of eggs and bacon as not to cause confusion with a clutter of items.

Jungkook lost his sight at the ripe, but terrible age of 18. Retinitis pigmentosa was the cause of his progressive vision loss. Around 10, he started showing signs when he complained about not being able to see outside when he played later in the afternoon, even when the sun was still bright on the horizon. His parents’ worst fears were confirmed with his diagnosis and the heartache of explaining to their son that he would lose his vision completely was devastating. But Jungkook proved strong and focused on studying Braille and doing whatever he could to prepare himself. Over the years, his vision worsened, he didn’t get to get his driver’s license with his friends, and he missed out on many things, but that didn’t stop him from pursuing his passion in music. He felt a connection when he made music because without his vision, it made him that much more acute in his studies. You met Jungkook in college, both music majors, and the reason you had met was because he had accidentally thwacked you with his white cane.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” he had said reaching in your direction.

You had laughed and at first his face was set into a confused expression until you spoke.

“Oh, that little thing couldn’t even leave a mark if you had done it intentionally.”

His face screwed up as he tried to hold in a laugh but was unable to do so at your incessant giggling. When you spoke again was when he thinks he fell in love with you, but there were too many moments to count for him.

You nudged the end of his completely white cane with your foot, no red or other markings. “Completely blind, huh?”

You hadn’t said it with any disdain or judgement; you had said it as if you were just having curious, casual conversation. Most of the time Jungkook felt as if his blindness made him invisible to people as if it were some curse to have and if they accidentally came close to him, they’d hurt him or themselves. Of course, he had his close friends and family that didn’t even remember he was blind half the time, but society always kind of sucked that way.

But you, you were the first girl he had ever met that so blatantly astonished him within the first few minutes and his heart flipped in his chest. He didn’t even need to see you to know that you were perfect, and he would end up with you one day. And, sure enough, five years later you were married and looking for a new home.

“How does this one sound?” you asked one night over your tub of chocolate ice cream.

You both sat at your small kitchen table in your small apartment. Jungkook had one headphone in listening to an audiobook, head resting in his hand as his other played absently on yours. You were scrolling through houses on your phone, trying to find the both of you the perfect one. Jungkook hit pause on his book and looked in your direction. Despite his blindness, nothing about his eyes had really changed; they were still a beautiful brown and they were your favorite to see in the evening light, sunset set his eyes aflame.

“Babe, as long as the layout is easy to memorize and it’s what you want, it’s perfect for me.”

“I love you,” you whispered. Tears filled your eyes at the content look on his face, a slight smile played on his lips. You were truly happy with him, sharing every moment together, and to the fullest, but parts of you did feel sad that he couldn’t see it.

“My god,” he whispered somewhat dramatically and suddenly your tears became a small laugh because you knew where this was going. “If your love were a grain of sand…”

“Mine would be a universe of beaches,” you whispered back.

Now, here you were, in your home with its innocuous fingertip paths lining your walls in an intimate artwork that was priceless to you.  

With your back to the counter you leaned and watched as he moved. You only offered help occasionally and when he asked for it, but you were content to watch. His hands always moved lithely, so smooth, as he reached for objects. He cracked the eggs easily into the hot pan as he began to hum. He’d sometimes hum, sometimes sing, but he’d always choose a song about the same length each time and that was how he timed his cooking. The bacon popped loudly.

“Oops, fire’s too high.” He turned the knob to lower the flame before carefully putting his hand back on the handle of his pan. He picked his song up a few seconds after where he left off. The eggs were frying perfectly in the pan, not that you expected any less.

You pushed away from the counter to start grabbing plates as he neared the end of his song. Before long, he had both plates perfectly set with eggs and bacon as you carried the toast to the table. You buttered and spread the strawberry jam on two pieces, dropping one on his plate as you brought them over. He followed behind you, hand on your waist lightly before sitting down at the table.

“What are we gonna do today?” you asked as you bit into the toast. “Holy shit Taehyung knows what he’s doing with this stuff.”

His smile was bright as he cut into his eggs. “What do you feel like doing?”

The sun was now up over the horizon, spilling into the windows and across your kitchen. You had hung various glass artwork throughout the house and right now the stained glass flower you had hung above the kitchen sink cast an array of colors into the room. Jungkook looked like moving artwork across from you. The colors shifted and changed as he moved, leaning back in his chair then forward again, elbow on the table, moving for a napkin, and each time he did splashes of red, green, blue, and yellow painted his skin.

You hadn’t realized you had fallen silent until Jungkook cleared his throat. “Babe?”

“Sorry, I was thinking.”

“About what?”

“The stained glass is casting a lot of pretty colors on you right now and I got distracted.”

“I bet it looks wonderful.”

He smiled softly as he reached for his glass of milk.

“Describe it to me?” He pushed his plate to the middle of the table as he finished. Placing his head in his hands, he looked in your direction, his eyes averted just down from your eyes and somewhere near the apples of your cheeks. Even if he rarely ever made eye contact, your soft voice always lulled him in and pointed him in the right direction.

“Remember when we’d get those cheap plastic kaleidoscopes as kids?” You pulled his plate towards you and stacked it on your own.

He laughed softly at the memory. “I used to think they were so cool, but the pieces inside were just as cheap as the outside.”

“Well think of that…just prettier.” His smile grew wider as his eyes closed and you knew he was thinking back on a memory. Probably a summer day down by the shore, the salty sea air, and the sun on his face. His mom is with him and everything is so bright. He sees the water and the way it stretches to the horizon, but in his peripheral it’s a little darker. For now, he’ll enjoy the waves.

You stood up and took the plates to the sink and began pulling the pots off the stove and putting them under the water with the rest. The sun still shone through the stained glass in front of you. You got lost in thought, hand still under the water waiting for it to heat up as you stared unblinking and the slightly swaying piece of glass. You jumped when a pair of hands softly caressed your hips.

“Shit,” you whispered. You were snapped out of your daydream and you shakily grabbed the sponge before pouring soap over it.

His lips came down on your neck. “Did I scare you?”

“Yea that was real dickish of you.”

He laughed against your neck as he snaked his arms fully around you and held you close. You began scrubbing at a pan as he hummed lightly, placing yet another kiss to your skin. He inhaled deeply and let his warm breath out slowly.

“You smell good,” he murmured.

“Well, I did take a shower last night….” You put the pan in the drying rack before reaching for another one.

His arms tightened around you and he brought himself a little more flush with your body. He hummed again as he moved his lips along the top of your exposed shoulder.  

“What, pray tell, are you doing?” you asked in a mock accent as your hands dove blindly into the water as you searched for more dishes.

“Kissing you,” he said between small pecks.

“Okay.” You pulled a spoon from the filthy depths of the dish water when Jungkook’s hands moved back to your hips and his fingers dug lightly into them.

“Don’t move,” he whispered before dropping to his knees behind you.

Folding his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, he slowly began to pull them past your hips.

“What are you-“ You tried to turn around but keep your hands over the sink at the same time and you could only swivel so far at the hip.

“Shhh.” He kissed the small of your back and then the swell of your ass as he began to palm your ass cheeks. Slowly, he spread them further and further as he placed kisses along your skin. Your body had gotten whiplash; one second you were washing dishes and the next Jungkook was on his knees behind you. You shook slightly and your internal temperature began to rise. Suddenly, having your hands in the warm water became overbearing. You pulled them out and then clung desperately to a dish towel, but there was no way you were drying your hands right now. You felt his lips again and they were on the underside of your ass this time. You clutched the edge of the sink as you stared into the intricate flower in the glass.

Behind you, Jungkook spread your ass and dipped his head, tongue finding your cunt immediately. He hummed into you and you clenched. He spread them further as he licked at your center before he moved to your ass.

“A-ah,” you stuttered as you leaned more into the counter. His face was buried in your ass eating you out until he almost had your thighs shaking before he moved back to your now embarrassingly wet cunt. His moan was deeper this time as you dripped deliciously onto his tongue. Your mind seemed to exit the room as he shook his head, deepening this lewd kiss. He pushed himself up more on his knees, wanting to get as deep into you as he could. Your cries rose in pitch as your thighs began to shake. Your palms dug into the edges of the counters but all you could think about was him. He moaned the more you clenched, getting closer and closer to the release he wanted to give you. You could barely breathe now, and you were nearly on your tiptoes. All the while, Jungkook had his hands firmly on your thighs now with his face anchoring him to your body. You rocked back into his face and his moans began to pitch now, hands almost kneading at your thighs as he wrapped his hands around the front of them, pulling you harder into his face. Your mind felt as if it were on the brink of shutting down as your whole body began to shake. Every muscle in your stomach tensed as you felt yourself tumbling forward.

Different variations of his name fell from your lips in rapid succession as you crested the hill of your release. You fell over it when a large breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your body shuddered and it felt as if all the blood inside rushed to your cunt. Jungkook was still eating you out as you came on his face, nearly crying into the kitchen sink. His grip on your thighs loosened first and then his tongue slowed. Your body shuddered every now and then from the aftershock. He kissed the underside of your ass again before standing. He pulled you into him again and held you close as you caught your breath. He kissed the side of your neck as his cheek rested against your skin.

“You taste good, too,” he mumbled.

You let out a shaky laugh. He had said it so nonchalantly as if he weren’t on his knees, face nowhere to be seen, just minutes before.

“Now, my kaleidoscope eyes,” he reached for the back of your knee and brought your leg upwards, “I need you to rest this here.”

He had your leg up on the counter comfortably and then he dipped his hand back between them. Your hips jerked involuntarily as he played with your painfully swollen clit. He circled the tips of his fingers on it softly. He kissed your skin delicately, reverently. The sun rose higher in the sky and from behind your eyelids you could see various colors of orange, blue, and red.

“You always describe the world so beautifully to me,” he whispered.

“I-I don’t want you t-to miss out.” You were a mess and he was making you an even bigger mess.

“Your vision of the world is far better than anything I could dream up.”

His fingers pressed a little harder and you wanted to clench around something only to be met with air. You whined a little as his breath picked up against your skin and he rutted into you. You felt his cock through his sweats and your mouth instantly watered. He hummed again as you began to drip on his fingers as he dipped them before pushing inside of you. He let out a shuddering breath as you swallowed his fingers fully, clenching hard around him. He pushed into you again, cock hard against your ass and he leaned into you as you pressed further into the counter.

“Tell me what you want,” he said gruffly as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

Your toes curled against the countertop, knee hitting a mug across the marble surface but neither of you bothered to acknowledge it. Jungkook was rutting into you now and breathing hotly into your ear. His other hand was on your breast kneading it roughly.

“God, Jungkook, just fuck me already.” You were doubled over with him hot on your back. His fingers pumped faster and faster and you were on your tiptoe again. You pushed your hips into him as he gave two more hard thrusts into you before pulling his fingers away.

His hands were only gone for what seemed like seconds before he had one on your hip and the other rubbing his cock between your folds. You moaned as you anticipated him. You didn’t have to wait long before he was sliding inside of you easily. His body was hot against yours and his skin against your ass was even hotter. His hand was at your breast again kneading as his heavy cock slid in and out of you slowly as if he were trying to make this moment last forever.

“What colors do you see now?” he whispered. His voice sounded strained like he was holding back. How were you supposed to concentrate?

You squinted when you were finally able to open your eyes; the sun was higher and brighter in the sky since you last looked. All you could think about was his cock softly nudging against the nerves inside of you, but he wasn’t going fast enough to really stimulate anything. You pushed your hips back into him again, but he didn’t take the bait as he pinched your nipple through your shirt. His other hand was anchoring your leg to the counter so you couldn’t move it from where he placed it. Plentiful soap suds were all over the sink and slowly popping but there was enough for the colors to be cast in a strange refracted way. The angle of the light caused more rainbows to shine from the hundreds of tiny bubbles. You reached out and braced yourself on the windowsill above the sink before you spoke.

“All of t-them. They’re shining on the soap now.” You were no stranger to describing things to Jungkook, but during sex was a new one.

He seemed satisfied as his pace quickened. His lips were on your neck, wet, and travelling upwards until he bit your earlobe between his teeth. Once again, you were pushing your hips into him as much as he’d let you. He was much too strong pushing you against the counter and his hand on your leg limited your movements.

“Jungkook, please.” You were breathless now, travelling up to that peak again but you needed more than this. He didn’t need to ask to hear your underlying question. He pressed against you harder while at the same time quickening his pace. The hand on your breast splayed across your chest before he moved it slowly down your stomach. Your breath caught in your throat as your stomach tightened. He was dipping his fingers between your legs again and pressed two fingers to your clit. Your chest came flush with the edge of the counter now and you felt Jungkook’s cheek on your shoulder blade. You reached for anything to brace yourself after your sweaty palm slid from the windowsill. You knocked soap and various other items down, sending some splashing into the water and others into the empty side of the steel sink. Jungkook ignored the clattering of items as he began to snap his hips harder. The pressure he had on your clit was barely there but enough to have you straining and willing your body to fall, but you just whimpered as you cried into the sink. He controlled your orgasm and all you could do was fall into the delectable pleasure he was giving you because you knew he always delivered. There was no way he was letting you physically walk away from this.  

The room grew hotter the higher the sun climbed as it cast its menagerie of colors onto your face. The ends of your hair gathered the water droplets collected in the sink as your body shifted with each thrust. Without his sight, Jungkook was acutely more aware to other parts of your body. Like the way your cunt would flutter and tighten like a vice the closer you got your orgasm. He could practically feel the muscles in your back tense up as you focused all your attention to the burning in your abdomen. He pressed his fingers a little harder before moving them faster on your clit. The nerve endings inside were lit on fire, sending the hot flames licking in your core and up into your chest as every hair on your body stood on end as your skin flushed with goosebumps. You began to tremble, thighs cramping as you brought yourself fully up on your toes, other leg sweating against the marble counter. Jungkook’s large hand was still firm on the back of your thigh, keeping your leg up on the edge as he fucked into you faster and harder. You were crying loudly now, not holding anything back as he led you towards the end. Your orgasm hit with an explosion of colors behind your eyelids, aided by the stained glass. Jungkook’s fingers abandoned your clit in favor of bringing you more upright to turn your face enough for a searing kiss; his lips skated across your cheek before he found yours and you moaned into his mouth. He still thrust, ready to follow you down the other side and you clenched harder around him almost making it impossible for him to stay inside, but he had his hips hard against yours and into the counter in front of you. He braced himself against your thigh, his other hand on the counter now, and his lips still on yours as he spilled inside of you. Hot cum began to leak immediately around him and onto the floor. Usually you had your closed legs to keep it contained but now he was dripping all over the kitchen floor. Not that you minded. His moans dropped in pitch as he continued to thrust, overwhelmed by the feeling of you and his cum filling you up and then spilling out. With hips stuttering a few more times, he stilled. Without his movements you could now feel the slip of his cum as it came out of you. Slowly, he let go of your thigh and eased it to the floor. You winced as your cramped muscles begged for relief, but he was gentle in his movements, letting you adjust. He kissed your temple and the side of your face while you tried to regain your breath. Your legs felt as if they’d give out at any moment as they wobbled dangerously, but his steadfast grasp around your waist kept you upright.

The early morning sun still climbed in the sky, now out of view of the stained glass. The kitchen was yet again cast in the muted glow as it hid behind the trees, a display of leaves now covered the room in a strange dance. Jungkook was silent behind you, but still holding you close as he waited for your legs to regain their strength. The dishes sat scattered and forgotten in the sink and on the counter. The last of the soap bubbles were popping away and any hint of the colorful display was gone except for the stained glass now hanging somewhat plainly in the window.

He pulled you impossibly closer, face nuzzled into your neck as he hummed a nonsensical tune.

“Thank you,” he whispered. You were silent, knowing he had more to say. “Thank you for bringing color into my world.”

You squeezed his hand that was around your waist. You didn’t have to say much for him to understand, but what he didn’t know was how much he had brought into yours.

“If your love were a grain of sand…” you began.

“Mine,” he said with a whisper and a kiss to your exposed shoulder, “would be a universe of beaches.”

[statticscribbles]

Joke

Summary: Reader/Sweet Pea + Fangs, Fangs pranks Sweet Pea too far by saying you’ve died, COMBINED WITH Reader struggles with depression and Sweet Pea tries to make her happy

TW: Child abuse mention

” You and Fangs are still doing that dumb prank war?” You laugh when Sweet Pea screams, a plastic snake jumping out from a box Fangs had handed to Sweet Pea to help you pack. You glance back to the house, narrowing your eyes at the window, you know there’s still like five boxes you have to bring down the stairs and you know both Sweet Pea and Fangs have to leave for work soon.

“Hey babe, I called Reggie over, so he can finish with the boxes and then give you a lift to my place so you can start unpacking while you’re waiting for me to get home.” He grins and kisses you, laughing when Fangs screams, clearly having found Sweet Pea’s prank that now worked as retaliation for Fang’s earlier snake prank.

”So Y/N is seriously moving in with you?” Toni grins a little and Sweet Pea nods excitedly pulling his phone out to check the text you’ve sent.

“Mhmm she’s on her way to my place, all her stuff is in a moving truck.”

“Well that’s good, has she figured out the present you’re getting her?”

“No, she still has no clue.”

“No clue about what?” Fangs tilts his head and leans over the booth at the Wyrm.

“Y/N has no clue about the present I got her.”

“Present for what didn’t you just have your anniversary?”

“We did, but I got her a present since we’re moving in together, remember you helped us pack? Reggie is taking her to my place.”

“He is?”

“Yeah? Did he flake?”

“No I just thought you knew, he got in a wreck on his way to..”

“He what??” Sweet Pea jerks up.

“Yeah they said the passenger seat was crushed from the truck that… hit.. Them…. Sweet Pea, hey whoa!” Fangs tries to grab on his arm but Sweet Pea runs from the Wyrm and towards the main street.

“Hey Sweet Pea, let's just go back to your place. It could have been on the way back from yours.. Come on.” Fangs and Toni both try to pull Sweet Pea towards the Wyrm, towards one of their bikes so he can ride on the back of it.

”Sweet Pea you okay?” Fangs calls after but Sweet Pea ignores him racing up the steps to slam his front door open. The house is empty, Sweet Pea shifts around for a moment, pulling up a hidden cage, a small puppy sleeping in it.

“You were looking for a puppy? You dog sitting?”

“No it’s the puppy I got Y/N, since we’re finally living together, and I wanted to get her something she could take care of to show her she won’t end up like her mom.” Sweet Pea grumbles and Fangs watches as he cries a little, the puppy jumping up to lick his face. Fang pats his shoulder and steps out of the trailer.

“Oh my god that’s so sweet!!!” SWeet Pea jerks his head up to see you standing in the doorway grinning, wiping a tear that hasn’t fallen yet.

“Babe?”

“Yeah? You really got me a puppy?”

“You’re alive?!?!?”

“Yeah, Reggie got a flat so he took me to Pop’s but Toni said you were already gone, that something had happened at the house and I should go right over, so here I am.” You grin at him and he just pulls you into a hug.

“You okay babe?”

“Yeah of course, Fangs just fucking told me you got in a wreck and like an idiot I believed him.”

“Oh babe, no it’s okay. He can be pretty convincing. Remember when he convinced me my mom was waiting here to pick me up?”

“Yeah he shouldn’t have fucking done that either.” Sweet Pea growls a little and you laugh a tiny bit.

“Babe, he didn’t know anything about my mom abusing me.”

“He should have guessed! Why else would I be so intense about you moving?”

“Because you love me!”

“Well that’s obvious!” He laughs pulling you into a hug, and you watch as the puppy clambers up on both of you while you hug.

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Based on @lovebillyhargrove ‘s This Steve with This Billy. (original concept credit to @youfuckingdonut)

I’m having more success with mafia drabbles than my on-going mafia fics orz

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Steve didn’t know what Billy’s job actually was.

He knew the guy wore nice shirts and nicer blazers, suit jackets, and tuxedo pieces. He knew Billy had to be either the boss or close to it, because he only wore the pieces of a full suit or tuxedo. Steve wouldn’t be surprised if he burned every tie he saw. Always had too many buttons undone.

But he looked good. And he knew he looked good. He walked right up to Steve waiting in line with Robin at a cafe before it closed. They’d gone to a nightclub at the absurd time of 8 o’clock. Hey, no door charge because they showed up so early. They were drunk off their ass and sweaty by 11pm. He called it an efficient night out.

“I’ve never been so happy to have a box of stale croissants in my life,” Robin mused as the tired barista used the tongs in the glass display case.

Steve bounced from foot to foot, still dancing to the bad radio pop overhead. He cracked open his juice from the chilled shelves, since asking for a coffee five minutes shy of closing might get a wad of spit mixed in - 

“You’re light on your feet.”

Steve didn’t think too heavily on it when he was drunk. Everyone was prettier when the brain behind the eyes was in some cups, just like all food tasted better. Maybe he should’ve devoted more brain cells to the moment. But that was a lost cause now.

He and Robin chatted and Steve apologized for his hand being wet with condensation and sweat when the guy offered a handshake. Even through the sparkly haze of alcohol, Steve could tell he gave Steve the time of day more than Robin, but they were on their way out anyway.

Steve might’ve said, “Well that was a great nightcap. He’s tasty,” a bit loud before the cafe door shut behind them. Robin coughed on her croissant and Steve guffawed and swiped it for himself before taking off down the street with her chasing after him.

But then Steve just kept running into him.

The guy from the cafe.

Walking into the park as Steve was leaving it. Strolling by the bank before Steve went inside.

With his designer clothes and his clean shoes and smooth, clean shaven jaw made ever so slightly tacky from skincare and lotion when it touched Steve’s face. Because he leaned too far forward over the table he was serving at his upscale restaurant job and

Time froze in a vacuum

Because Steve could’ve sworn he - Billy - lifted his face into the shadow of Steve’s neck. Inhaled.

It was a miracle he didn’t drop a plate or spill a glass. He dared the briefest glance but blue eyes pierced him regardless of the emotion behind them. Steve felt like a dagger tied on a string hung through his belly, lazily stirring his nerves and threatening to land dangerously in his groin.

He left the table before he made a fool of himself and all the company present. Large tables guaranteed large tips. He’d be set for the next month if he just didn’t fuck this up. He strode past the open-air kitchen and the ‘butler’s pantry’ area to hallway with the staff bathrooms -

Hands turned him around by his hips, surprisingly warm despite the thick poly-cotton of his white apron and the black slacks underneath.

The dagger fell.

The kiss was soft despite how ravenously Billy plundered his mouth. It was all Steve could do, to hold onto his nape and then wrap his arms behind Billy’s neck. He tasted like steak and amaretto and neutral sweet, like a man. Mewls and moans left Steve’s throat like he couldn’t stop them. Didn’t want to. Just wanted to drown in whatever this was.

Billy pivoted them so Steve pressed into the wallpaper. He hummed again as his hand found the clean shaven fade on the back of Billy’s head, his blunt fingertips petting and scratching there like he hadn’t known this man for more than an hour of collective encounters.

A sound left Billy’s chest. It hit Steve’s core like a pebble on a bell before he broke the kiss enough to meet Steve’s gaze. Clear blue eyes far more sober than Steve felt and probably looked. Wrecked with lust for this stranger who had money and means to always find him.

“A car’s going to pick you up later.”

Steve blinked with reticence, not wanting to leave this haze but already out of it.

“Get into the car.” The pad of Billy’s thumb touched Steve’s lip, light but insistent. He breathed, “Steve,” before leaving the hallway. Pleading. At least, Steve wanted it to be a plea.

But he was gone when Steve checked back at the table to top up waters and drinks. In singles and pairs, the group left until Steve was left to collect dishes and wonder who the hell managed their tabs. His manager answered that question for him moments later, by shoving a thick fold of cash into his apron pocket.

“Your tip from table twenty-three.”

“I didn’t see you get the bills,” he commented, intending to reach in and see what the high rollers tipped - 

She shoved his hands away from his pocket. “You don’t take money out in the open, silly. Get back to your locker for that.”

Steve knew he never saw her with a pile of receipt folders with credit cards sticking out of them. But he went back to work and didn’t take inventory of his tips until closing.

That table might’ve spent $1200 on dinner and drinks.

Steve got $1100 in tips. What kind of math that was, he didn’t know, but he couldn’t fixate on it too much, because inside the fold of money was a piece of paper with a phone number. No name. Steve could assume it to be Billy’s but he didn’t know...

Get into the car.

Steve zipped up his coat as he stepped out of the employees’ entrance. He emerged out of the service alleyway to...a regular city street. No cars more or less than normal, and none of them stood out...

Did he even want to get in?

He almost shook his head, just to jostle his thoughts around. “Don’t be stupid, don’t be stupid,” he whispered to himself as he turned and marched his ass home. He didn’t know this guy: a person with a scary amount of recon on his life to be able to find him at any ol’ time. His dinner friends weren’t exactly a college reunion, either.

But he kissed like a god and tasted like one too.

He held Steve like he wanted him, and Christ, Steve wanted to be wanted.

The privilege of being craved.

He was wrist deep in shampoo with his eyes closed when he realized someone pounded on his apartment door. The panic of rinsing suds off his body as fast as possible, the terror of someone at his door at 2am, and the fury of pissing off his neighbors at 2am spurred him out of the shower and into a t-shirt on top of the towel around his waist.

God sure as hell could’ve been at his door and Steve would’ve answered it the same way.

“It’s 3am! Shut the hell up!” he hissed.

Billy looked equal measures of pissed and concerned, but he blinked and amusement crept in. He wore a long, swanky pea coat that looked soft to the touch. Steve was more preoccupied with moving out of his way when the guy strode right into his apartment.

“Why didn’t you let the car pick you up?” Billy’s gaze moved around the Spartan yet cluttered living room.

“Uh, I didn’t see one?” Steve sassed before he admitted, “Or...it’s a street? Lots of cars.”

Billy’s attention landed on him like he didn’t quite believe it. Steve stood in a towel with dripping hair, for god sake. Billy’s eyes raked over him as if he were putting together some pieces of a puzzle that Steve didn’t understand. Or was mundane life so difficult if you could just drop $1100?

Billy took his hands from his pockets and started removing buttery leather gloves. “Do you have a roommate?”

Steve felt like another dagger was about to fall, but where, he couldn’t tell. He inhaled and sighed, “No.”

“Who is that woman to you?”

Steve’s brows reached for his hairline. “You mean my best friend?” he challenged.

Billy laughed. Derisive and amused and...impressed? Relieved?

He threw his coat, jacket, and gloves on the IKEA couch and those hands found Steve’s waist again. “Billy?” he managed before he had those lips again. Before Billy’s hand found the base of his skull and encouraged him to tilt for better access.

Then Billy let a moan seep into his sigh. Their lips parted audibly and he breathed, “No one talks to me like you do. About me. To me. You-mmh.”

He took Steve’s lips again like he craved. Steve shivered against his erection brushing against the fibers of his towel.

“Can I finish my shower?”

“No,” he purred darkly, arm locking behind Steve’s waist as the other pressed a rolling hand to Steve’s front.

He trembled through a broken shout, panting against Billy’s lips and jaw, gripping his silk shirt at the risk of scratching the threads. Billy licked over Steve’s lips, and Steve was dangerously close to cumming right there.

“Billy...” he whined. He warned.

Bright eyes gazed steadily at him through hooded, dark lashes. “Keep saying my name like that. I’ll give you everything.”