#we’ve told people in game that we’ve been married for over 20 years

[jessedylanfaden]

Left is my VtM partner, a brujah named Roseanne/Rosie, who was a sheriff of a small Texas town that was burned by the townsfolk for “witchcraft”.

On the right is Morgan, my tired Tremere agent of the Federal Bureau of Control, a morbid and anti-social fella, Rosie handles the small talk and the brawny bits whilst Morgan snoops and sneers at the simple folk that reside in the small town of Angel, Texas.

So far, we have found deformed offspring, an untrustworthy reverend, had a high speed werewolf chase, the Second Inquisition and some uptight Camarilla bastards. Art by Sugar

[michaelgovehateblog]

Piggy in the Middle

Queen Elizabeth x Michael Gove, Michael Gove x Matt Hancock, 1500 words

“Michael Gove and Sarah Vine to divorce.” She knew it was bad, but Elizabeth’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when she saw the headlines. She had spent years forcing herself to ignore how she really felt about Michael and pretending the flirty looks and comments they shared were meaningless or all in her head; after all, they were both married, and publicly at that, especially in the case of her and Philip. And it’s not that she didn’t love Philip, because she of course did, but there was something about Gove and his pig-like face that just drew her in. And now she was rid of Philip, and Michael and Sarah were splitting up – maybe there was a chance for them.

Not that they would be able to go public with it if anything even did happen between them. As far as the country knew, Elizabeth was still mourning Philip, just putting on a brave face and soldiering on without him. The public probably wouldn’t be able to deal with her moving on so soon. She sighed – her life as a parasite was so difficult.

Elizabeth was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn’t hear the knock at her door, and subsequent voice.

“Your Majesty? It’s 12, we’re scheduled to leave now.”

“Of course, I’m coming now.” She responded, and stood up to leave, making sure to glance in the mirror to check she still looked presentable. Everything was still pristine: icy white grey hairs all perfectly in place and nude lipstick completely un-smudged. She was wearing a long royal blue (her signature colour) coat with large buttons of a slightly softer blue colour, all of which were done up. This was worn over a classy floral-patterned dress, which wasn’t visible under the jacket. Perched on top of her head was an elaborate hat made from material the exact same colour as the coat and adorned with white and blue flowers. The shoes she wore were a standard pair of elegant black heels and the look was finished off with a pair of black gloves.

Satisfied the outfit was perfectly uncreased as always, Elizabeth left the room to head to the whatever event it was this time, she didn’t really care. Mostly she just showed up at these things for a bit of good PR and so people would continue believe she works hard and really cares about the common people (Which she didn’t obviously. Why would she.) Although, she was certain that someone had told her that this event would have many politicians also in attendance, so she was hopeful that she might encounter a certain cabinet member.

As per usual, Elizabeth was finding the event mind-numbingly boring, just endless shaking hands with forgettable people she was supposed to pretend to be interested in. But then she spotted him. And at the same moment she saw him, Michael glanced in her direction and they were making direct eye contact. She gave him a shy smile, which he returned as he started walking towards her, not breaking eye contact.

“Your Majesty,” said Michael, extending his arm to shake hands, “How are you today?” They shook hands, Michael noticing how dry and wrinkly Elizabeth’s felt, and her in turn mentally noting the bizarre clamminess of his, both of which only increased each person’s attraction to the other.

“I’m doing wonderfully,” she responded, “And thoroughly enjoying this lovely event.” she made sure to add, aware of how many people were probably in earshot. “But what about yourself? I heard the news. It must be a difficult time for you.”

Michael’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this; he couldn’t believe that the Queen actually cared enough about him to pay attention to the news about him and his (soon to be ex) wife. He had always felt there was some kind of connection between the two of them but told himself he was imagining it – what other option did he have. But unusually for his cowardly personality, he got a sudden burst of confidence, and was shocked to hear himself talking.

“Ma’am, I think I need to step outside to get some fresh air. Would you be interested in joining me for a walk?” He hadn’t had confidence to do anything like that since his coked-up days of 20 years ago. Well, he always said 20 years ago, but those close to him, such as Matt Hancock, knew he was prone to enjoy a smidge of the substance of an evening.

“Yes, I would enjoy that a lot.” replied Elizabeth, much to Michael’s delight. He offered out his elbow, purely out of politeness, of course, which she accepted, outwardly calmly but very eagerly inside. A walk outside would probably mean time properly alone, where other people couldn’t hear them, something they had probably never had before.

They continued small talk for a while, about the event and such, until they were far enough away from the general crowds for more intimate conversation.

"How have you been coping, Ma'am, without the Prince? Such an unexpected shame, his untimely demise like that. It was truly a shock to all of us."

Right, 'untimely'. Elizabeth often forgot that Philip's death was supposed to be something entirely unexpected for her, not something she knew would happen down to the exact time and place.

"Missing him, of course, but life has to go on. And it's strange to remember that I am single again, after all these years. That's not been the case since I was 13 and Philip was an adult."

"Yes, it's the same for me, minus the questionable age difference. I’ve been married to Sarah for so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to meet other people - and be with other people...” at these words the two made eye contact, neither knowing what to say aloud but having an entire unspoken conversation.

“Mr Gove… Or Michael, may I call you Michael? Would you be interested in visiting the Palace for dinner sometime soon? I could give you a personal tour of the grounds.”

“Yes, Ma’am, of course you can call me Michael,” Almost unthinkingly, the pair faced each other and reached for each other's hands. “And I would be honoured to visit the palace, Ma’am.”

Elizabeth let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding, “Please, no need to bother with the formalities, at least not whilst nobody else is listening. Call me Elizabeth. Now, we should probably head back inside to the event, we’ve been out here a while, people will be missing me. They basically worship me. But I’ll get someone to contact you about your visit to the palace - I’d do it myself, only that sort of thing is far beneath me.” A smile spread over Michael’s pig-mannequin hybrid face as they made their way back inside.

What they hadn’t realised during their encounter, was that it wasn’t as private as they had thought; in fact another politician had been lurking and watching the entire scene.And he wasn’t happy about what he saw. As soon as Elizabeth and Michael walked off in separate directions, Matt Hancock quickly grabbed Gove by the arm and dragged him into a quiet corridor.

“Hancock.”

“Gove. I saw you outside just now, heard you talking with a certain monarch. The two of you seemed quite friendly.”

“Oh. Right. I hadn’t thought anyone else had been outside. You won’t - you won’t tell anyone what you saw or heard, will you?”

“I won’t. But only because it’s you, if it had been anybody else, I would be telling the sun immediately. The queen’s new love interest, I couldn’t hope for anything better to get the tabloids off my back. But because it’s you - I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

“Matt, what do you mean? Why are you making an exception for me?”

“Govey, as if you don’t know. You must have realised how I feel about you.” Hancock stepped closer to Gove and in his mind’s eye, imagined the Sims social interactions menu, and pictured selecting ‘kiss’. (It was from looking at the characters in the game, after all, that he learnt to kiss in the first place. The mindset and techniques stuck with him.) To his delight, he felt Michael kissing him back. Matt deepened the kiss and their tongues battled for dominance. Suddenly, Michael pulled away and stared, speechless, at Matt.

After about half a minute unable to muster any coherent thoughts (not even coherent by conservative standards) Gove turned away and briskly walked to an empty room, where he could sit alone and process all of what just happened. Not only was he certain now that Elizabeth felt the same spark that he did, but Hancock, whom he had secretly had a low-level affection for for many years, had just snogged him out of jealousy? He didn’t expect to be wrapped up in a love triangle the very day his divorce was announced, and yet it seemed that was what was happening. His years of being an incompetent and sleazy politician had clearly earned him some admirers.

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If you made it to the end, I'm only partly sorry for what you just read. I would be willing to write a second chapter if for some godforsaken reason somebody actually would want to read one. This took me far too long to write for something that is honestly not that many words but I feel like it's understandable, given the subject matter. k bye

[honeyhenry]

Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” -  as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

Which is why, at 6.45am, Kal dragged you and in turn, dragged Henry down to the living room where the rest of the family sat, with the kids lit up like the Christmas tree that their plethora of presents laid under, grinning to their bleary eyed parents who’d barely had a wink of sleep on the cold winter morning.

“You’d think after 6 years it gets easier” you’d heard someone murmur, and so you’d decided to put the kettle on for those poor souls. Luckily for you, 45 minutes later, you’re able to snuggle back into bed with Henry, warming your feet on his legs to annoy him. You kiss the offended pout right off his face, before feeling his beefy arms wrap around your waist. It’s the last thing you had recalled, as you dozed off in his arms only seconds later, feeling his fingertips rub against your hip softly.

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The kitchen was bustling with about 10 bodies all completing their various tasks; cooking, washing, baking, roasting, timing and tasting. Well, you had kicked your husband out of the kitchen for sneaking a taste of your dessert before it was ready, chastising him out of the door. 

“You can either help properly or go and play with your siblings” you had bargained while he’d grinned, leaning against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down like you were a pastry he was keen to ravish himself; “But who is going to compliment the chef?”

With that, you’d folded your arms across your chest, blushing at his words. The cheek of that man was not lost on you, and it still got you every single time. 

And you loved him for it.

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The meal was a total success. A wonderful soup starter, followed by a small appetiser, and then the most magnificent turkey. Feeding over 20 people - now probably closer to 30 if you were to include the children who were growing up so quickly in front of your eyes - had proven to be difficult, but it was a challenge the family had clearly tackled before.

You had been so excited to prepare the desserts, and present your dish. However, halfway through the day, somewhere between the main course, watching your nephews with their new toys, and the dessert course of the delicious homemade Christmas feast, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa completely tuckered out. Your legs rested on Henry’s lap as he’d covered you with a hand-knitted blanket that he’d once slept with as a boy. Henry’s mother speaks up, careful not to wake you. She has a gleam in her eye, not that you or even Henry notice, too wrapped up in your own cozy sleepy bubble together by the fire.

“Dessert can wait” his mother says to the gaggle of children and adults swarming the living room, “go out and get some fresh air.”

She turns to the children, specifically.  “Do not disturb your Aunt, okay?”

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Your cheeks are warm as the fire heats the living room, and after a particularly competitive game of rugby with his brothers, nieces, and nephews, Henry quietly checks on you. He had left the room earlier when you had shifted your legs slightly, taking the opportunity to get some fresh air himself. It had indeed been a long day. His brothers had questioned your tiredness briefly, making sure you were well. With the knowledge that you were simply sleepy, they had begun to joke that you obviously just couldn’t keep up with the rest of the Cavills - despite having married into the family for 2 years and been around for the holidays for 4. Henry had promised them that you were fine -  that you still weren’t used to the long trip back to the island for the holidays. 

Not exactly a fib, he’d thought.

Kal was laid beside you, loyal as ever, watching out for anyone who may disturb your rest, sending a rumbling growl towards anyone who approached. Except Henry. 

While checking on you now to make sure you were still comfortable and resting well, he smiled, taking a picture of you wrapped up cosily by the fire, at peace in his childhood home, completely at rest and ease with him and his closest relatives. Petting Kal softly, he thanks him for looking after his mama so well.

“So?”

His mother, he hears. She’s alone for once as there was no one rushing to check for updates on food, no enquiries about the house, or any funny stories woven into a ten minute tale from her grandchildren. She’s alone, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.

Henry stands up straight. There’s nothing that can wipe the tremendously cheesy grin off of his face. He can’t even speak. Even after dessert had finished, you were the one who would be doing all the talking, the telling, the explaining.

“Mum-”

“Henry. She’s not ill. and i know you’re sensible enough to not be up the whole night with your wife...at least under my roof. So…?”

He looks over at your peaceful form, and then scratches his neck, blushing at being caught out, but also ecstatic that he can finally say something about it.

“She’s eleven weeks. We’re expecting a baby next summer”

With that, his mother almost leaps with joy over to her son, who she hugs closely despite the obvious height barrier. 

“Oh i knew it, I knew it! I’m so happy for you Henry, for you both. I thought, ‘She normally loves that bread for starter’, hm? Oh my boy! A father!”

With her proclamation, Henry finds that he has tears in his eyes as he holds his Mother close, finally glad that it’s not just a little secret between the two of you - well, the two of you and Kal, who had already been a stellar protector and big brother.

“We had planned to tell everyone after dessert…we’ve known for nearly 2 months and it’s been killing me that I couldn’t say. We’ve had to be so careful-“ 

“Henry?” he hears your quiet voice from across the room, as Kal’s collar jingles. He turns to see you sitting up from your nap with Kal booping his nose at your stomach. You’re scratching at his head, thanking him for being such a wonderful boy, while looking up at the two Cavills.

It takes less than a second for you to realise what is happening in front of you. Your jaw drops and louder than your previous call, you exclaim, “Henry you told her?”

“She worked it out! Practically forced it out of me.” he grins, holding his hands up as his Mother pretends to smack his arm.

You stand, watching not to step on Kal or any stray Legos that your nephews have left strewn across the floor, and walk over to hug her. She’s been so caring and kind since you’ve joined the family all those years ago, and you know that she will be an incredible Grandma to your little one. 

Breaking apart from the hug, you find Henry pulling you to him carefully, letting you melt into his side. Kissing your forehead he asks, for your ears only, “Good sleep? No pains? Sickness?” He has a small crease of worry between his brows and you always do your best to soften that small tense area with regular updates and sweet kisses.

“Yeah i’m okay honey” you reassure him, patting your stomach, “this ones growing up a storm in there”. 

And they really are. Henry’s mother cannot believe she’s seeing it, and mostly can’t believe she missed it. You’re already showing, but a large loose sweater -probably one of Henry’s old ones that has since become yours - over your dress, has hidden a sizeable roundness to your stomach that you were excited to finally show.

“How did I miss this!” Your mother-in-law gasps, causing you to grin, and Henry’s chest to puff with utter pride and excitement.

“I know it’s bordering on having too much to eat, but we’ve been hiding it for a couple weeks now. Doctor thinks that baby’s gonna be big. Just like their daddy.” You explain, giving your stomach another gentle rub, surprised to find Henry’s hand there on it already.

If you’d thought Kal was protective, Henry was another thing altogether.

He’s still grinning as you kiss him, before you pull away to speak more to his mother about all the details, especially when you’ll be coming over to Jersey again. Kai follows you closely, making sure you’re staying safe. He’s known that there’s something up with his mama, there has been for weeks, especially with the way his master looks after you now.

Henry, deciding to be sneaky while the two women in his life are currently distracted chatting, takes another taste of the dessert you made, now set out on the kitchen. The worst part is, he thinks he’s got away with it.

He realises he doesn’t the second you smack his hand from the dessert.

“Strike two Mr Cavill! Step away from the pie.”

“And if I don’t?” he raises an eyebrow, watching your reactions as you hold a butter knife in your hand trying to look at least vaguely threatening - failing miserably. “Maybe i’ll strike out tonight, hm?” he continues with that wonderfully mischievous glint in his eye, taking cautious steps towards you. “You look even sweeter than your pie with this little bump here. Maybe I’ll have a taste later after all.” 

Henry’s mother had not been right in her assumptions, for under her roof, you and Henry were not sensible at all.

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[gotnofucks]

Ball’s In Your Court

Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader, (platonic tony x reader)

Summary: Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Words: 2.7k

Warning: None man. Its fluff and angst. Language (?)

A/N: I was experimenting with the third person P.O.V for reader. Hope it’s to your liking.

MASTERLIST

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For as long as Steve could remember, their life together had been a game; bet after bet, challenge after challenge. He had met her when she was just entering her teens, a little girl with a lost wild look in her eyes. She was in all respects Tony’s daughter, rescued by him from the wreckage of his own weapons. He had almost done a double take when Tony had introduced her to the team.

“This is Y/n, she will stay with us from now”

The compound was not used to the pitter patter of little feet or their furniture appearing embellished overnight. She had lost everything, including it seemed herself. So, their first game ironically had been Hide and Seek. She was small and he lost count of how many times she had bested him by crawling under the cramped spaces of desks or vents (Thanks for teaching her that, Barton).

When Tony had complained about the hundredth time that she just wouldn’t eat, Steve would challenge her that whoever finished their breakfast first could choose the movie for tonight. When she refused to let them leave for missions, he would challenge her to a game of cards. She was too young to win against him but her stubborn streak never turned down a game.

Their every interaction had been a game. They could get each other to do anything by playing chess or softball or a game of Horse that drove everyone else up the wall. He got her to open up about school bullies by besting her at Pictionary and she had effectively gotten him to shut up about healthy food by kicking his ass at video games. They dealt with drama via games (Whoever tosses the least paper balls in the bin tells Bruce we fucked his experiment ), they dealt with humor via games (let’s see who can manage to steal Nat’s gun without getting caught), they dealt with grief via game (if you beat me at Heads Up I’ll let you choose the gravestone).

Growing up, she was Tony’s daughter and Steve’s best friend. While Tony raised her, Steve gossiped with her. They were pals and all was fun and games until she grew up from a little girl into a young woman. Steve didn’t know when things changed but the first he noticed it was when she had run into his arms bawling because some idiot boy broke her heart. It was when he found himself conflicted between anger at the boy and jealousy that this shit started.

He had tried, he had really tried to keep it in check. He had tried to keep up with their game’s night ritual, their silly bets and ridiculous challenges. He had tried his best to be a friend, but this was one challenge he lost. She was no more the 14-year-old girl asking him questions for her history project or the 16-year-old nightmare who would put cockroaches in his bed as revenge. This was a young woman in her 20s with curves for days and an attitude that raised hell. It was a classic falling for your best friend story (if only he weren’t old enough to be her dad or was her dad’s best friend).

He had of course been under the impression that he was being subtle about his change in feelings. He tried not to stare when they went out for a swim, he resisted the urge to lick her lips after a nacho eating contest. He was trying so fucking hard, but as anyone could have told him, “Steve, you don’t have a subtle bone in your body, you frisbee throwing maniac”. She was Tony Stark’s daughter; she was not raised to be stupid. She was smart and observant and almost as quick a study as her father. It was no surprise then that she figured out what had Steve so wound up around her.

Maybe it would have creeped her out had it been anyone else, but Steve was her person. He was her one constant, from kissing her boo-boos to getting her home after she drank herself silly, Steve was there. It shouldn’t have surprised Steve so much then when she cornered him one evening and planted a wet one smack on his mouth with a muttered, “This sexual tension it killing me, gotta do something about it because you won’t”.

He wished he could say he clutched her body to his and dragged her to his room for a wild night of passion. But in reality, he chickened out like a bitch and ran away. Not just from her, but he completely disappeared from the compound for two weeks. When he came back, it was with the intentions of telling her they couldn’t do it, it was wrong and a betrayal to Tony. But Steve needn’t have worried because he came back to the compound to find her introducing the team to her boyfriend.

As far as others know, Steve didn’t deliberately break those glasses that night or push the idiot boy in the pool. It was an accident, and if such accidents kept happening around men she dated then it was purely coincidental.

It was a new kind of game they played then, a more dangerous one and if one’s being honest, a very sensual game. She would date someone; he would scare them away. One of them will find the other, have a passionate make out session, probably end up straddling the other on a desk and then one of them will get up and leave with the same lie “This can’t happen again”. Repeat.

Gone were the days of challenges and competitions, in its place was a sexually charged game of Tag. A cat and mouse game where they always chased each other, touching fleetingly before retreating again. Neither would be the one to make a commitment, neither would concede to being the person who would put their hearts on the line. They were two bulls who were made to butt heads (who occasionally took time off to play a quick game of tonsil-hockey).

Steve had known there had to be an end to this. It had gone on for so long that he could bet other people suspected some shit. He had honestly expected for Tony to sucker punch him half a dozen times by now. Right now, he would have taken those punches to the news she had just given to the team.

“I am getting married!” She announced, offering her left hand so others can admire the gorgeous diamond ring that sat on her ring finger. She looked happy, absolutely radiant and it was all Steve could do to stop himself from dragging her out of here by her hair and throwing that offending ring into the garbage chute. What the fuck kind of game was she playing?

He waited until everyone was asleep before he broke into her room. Well, breaking into would suggest it was forced but truly only him and Tony had the authorization to enter. Their relationship may have changed from ‘you’re my best friend’ to ‘I want to be your best lay’, but they still knew each other the best and cared just as much as before, if not more.

She was under the covers in her bed, a small nightlamp on. It had been a while since Steve had been in her room and it was like taking a big gulp of nostalgia. Her room was her sanctuary, so it reflected her heart’s desires. Every surface of the room was littered with one of their memories together. Her pinboard was still holding the notes he would write to her in school, the birthday cards he made himself and the portraits he would sketch for her. On her desk stood the numerous gifts he had gotten her, each well taken care of despite the years between. Right beside her on the cabinet was a picture of them together, both of them holding hands and smiling at each other in what could only be called as “lovesick smitten idiots”.

He was cautious as he lowered himself next to her on the bed, her face so peaceful he felt like he would taint it by his touch and presence. He had looked at her for years, sketched her details hundreds of times and yet each time he beheld her, he felt his heart skip a beat. She was a memory that he tried to forget and yet it emerged every time he closed his eyes. She was in his skin, a part of him in a way that defied all laws of nature and social customs.

“Are you going to keep staring at me and be the creep from Twilight or do you plan on getting inside?”

Her voice made him jump because she hadn’t opened her eyes. She was smiling that lazy smile of hers when she would catch his bluff in poker. He chuckled and shifted the sheets, climbing under them and curling his body around her. It may as well have been cliché to say that they fit like a puzzle, but it was true. They were molded to fit against each other perfectly, like that lid you close over a box and the satisfying ‘tick’ sound it makes when it clicks into place. That’s what being with her felt like. Fitting in. Coming home.

“Why are you doing this Y/n?” Steve asked and she pushed her body into his so he could hug her tighter.

“Because you won’t do anything Steve. We’ve been running around in circles for so long now, and every time I think that finally we’ll be together, you abandon fort and run. I can’t do this anymore.”

Steve took her left hand and watched her ring twinkle in a taunt. It could have been him. It should be him.

“Don’t marry him. He will never give you what you want.”

“I know that Steve, no one can give me what they want because they aren’t you. But I can’t keep waiting for you in the sidelines hoping you’ll pull your head out of your ass. I want to be loved, preferably in this life.”

His arms were like tentacles around her, but she didn’t complain. Every embrace and moment between them was so fleeting, a stolen moment that she enjoyed what she could get. This was probably the longest in a few years that they had held each other without one running for the hills.

“I love you, you know that.” He whispered in her ear, longing evident in his voice.

“I know that, as much as I know that you won’t do shit about it. Loving someone is not always enough Steve. It’s just the beginning. I – I won’t keep my love a secret. I don’t want ten angry sensual minutes in the broom closet. I want walks in the park and two dogs and a cat. I want picnics with our family and pictures that are not restricted to my room. You can’t give me that. You won’t.”

She had run out of tears. Her fiancé may not be Steve Rogers but at least he was an honest man who tried his best to love her the way she deserved. She had met his family and they had met hers; they could post pictures on social media with cheesy captions and hold hands as they drank coffee from a cheap corner place.

“You can never love anyone like you love me” It was a sulky declaration by a hurt lover and she almost cooed to him like a mommy consoling her baby. Steve may have been older to her in years, but when it came to love he was an immature brat.

“That may be true, but I will try. I am not Penelope waiting in the balcony for Odysseus to return. I love you, and that love may never fade away. But my life will go on. It is your choice if you want to be a part of it.”

She faced him, her eyes open and clear. He didn’t know when the little girl who needed help to reach the jar on the shelf had grown up in this headstrong woman who could beat a sailor when it came to cursing. But he couldn’t bear the thought of her staying like this in someone else’s bed, looking at them the way she looked at him. Steve rarely coveted something in his life, but he didn’t realize until now how much he coveted her love. If he lost that, he feared he would lose himself.

“Your father is going to kill me” Steve groaned, and she laughed. Her head was on his chest and an arm around his torso.

“We can elope, you know. Run away and get married. It will be too late to do anything then. You’ll be stuck with me.”

“Did you just propose to me?” Steve questioned and she nodded, her eyes naughty.

“I’m always a step ahead of you Captain. I figured you would take another month at least to ask and I have wasted too much time already.” She whispered against his lips. He leaned up to kiss her deeply, unhurried for the first time. It was like their first kiss all over again, like two star-crossed lovers smashing through their final obstacle and uniting. Steve didn’t know how he had survived so long without having her like this, but as his hands found her soft curves, he swore he can’t go a day without it.

“Stop stop!” She said, pushing his chest and rolling away from him. “We’ve waited this long. You’re not getting your dick wet until you finally commit to me.”

Steve looked more dumbfounded than offended and responded by finally taking off the ring on her finger and throwing it away carelessly.

“I’ll steal the Quinjet, meet me in the hanger in half an hour. Don’t pack shit. We’ll make one stop for the rings and get the first officiant I can find to marry us. We’ll probably be back by breakfast. And then,” His arm wound around her waist “I will lay rest to the sexual tension of years by getting my dick wet. Repeatedly.”

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It was to be expected that Tony’s daughter wouldn’t do anything halfway through. A flair for dramatics was her inheritance and she and Steve walked into the compound newly married in rumpled night clothes and shit eating grin. They found everyone eating in the kitchen, and greetings stopped halfway when the rest of the team noticed their clasped hands.

“What the fuck…” Bruce said, half eaten celery dangling from his open mouth.

Y/n flashed them her award-winning smile and showed the matching rings on her and Steve’s hand. It was a riot under a minute, chairs scraping as they crowded them, trying to see if it was a joke. Then just as suddenly everyone stopped and Tony stepped forward, a spatula in his hand that to Steve looked as threatening as a gun.

“You sick son of a bitch!” Tony shouted and Steve flinched. He looked at Y/n but all she did was wear a smug look on her face that should be illegal in about three continents. “You little bitch! You are supposed to be from the 90s! You were supposed to ask her hand from me like a gentleman you sick little fuck!”

Steve blinked in confusion while she laughed, hopping like a little girl to hug her father.

“Pay up, daddy! You owe me 500 bucks.” She said and Tony groaned, pulling out his wallet and handing her crisp five 100s.

“I – what? What happened?” Steve sputtered, still surprised he wasn’t being beaten by the Iron Legion.

“You weren’t supposed to elope you bastard. Always knew chivalry was dead!” Tony huffed then went back to cooking. “Congratulations by the way. Fucking finally. I’m not surprised my girl had to do everything anyway. She’s taken after me.”

This was a plot twist Steve never expected and he looked at his new wife with a look of horror on his face that could only be translated to as ‘what the fuck have I gotten myself into’.

“I told you baby, I’m always a step ahead of you.” She said, trying and failing to blush like a bride.

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I know that considering (TCW-2008) refs/characters in this episode that it won’t be your fav but can you please share your child development thoughts for S02E05 please??

They may have been stuff I wasn’t fond of but there were so many cute Baby & Dad moments to make up for it!!

First of all, the puppeteers deserves ALL THE AWARDS for bringing Baby Yoda to life!  Not just making Baby “come alive” in general, but also that sort-of-awkward way children move when they don’t have complete confidence in their limbs yet.  The are doing a phenomenal job this season and I hope they are all safe and healthy and have all the chocolate they want.  Not only is it fantastic from a special effects perspective, it really highlights how far Baby has come now that he’s not stuck in a pod all day and implies that Din is trying to keep him active and physically healthy, and giving him opportunities to develop his muscles and muscle control.  (Just imagine them playing a makeshift game of chase through the Razor Crest!)

I absolutely loved Din saying “Hey, what did I tell you” because I have said those exact words in that exact tone SO MANY TIMES and also his Dad Voice is getting so much better!  Baby actually listens to him and understands that Din expects him to listen!  Of course he still wants the ball (and apparently takes it enough that Din has been practicing his Dad voice on that too, “What did I say about that” is another phrase I also use at work).

Though there may have been another reason he wants the ball this time - as a comfort item, like a child bringing their favorite stuffie to the first day of school.  Baby was there when the Armorer told Din to find Jedi to bring the Baby to.  He has been listening a lot when Din talks about finding Jedi to train him and give him to.  I think Baby is very, very aware of the fact that the end goal is to leave him with the Jedi and is very afraid of leaving his beloved father.  He would’ve had stable caretaker(s) at the Jedi Temple but in the last twenty years who knows what’s happened to him.  His subdued, don’t-draw-attention-to-myself behavior in Season 1 definitely makes me think he’s been neglected, bare minimum, and possibly abused.  Din not only treats him kindly but actually takes care of his needs, is kind to him, and is the most stable presence in his life.  Of course he’d be terrified to leave him!

I think that’s also why he doesn’t play ball with Ahsoka, so to speak.  We all know he can lift a mudhorn, a rock is no problem for him.  He could do it in a heartbeat.  But I think he understood that if he showed off for her, Ahsoka might take him away.  So he refused for that, and because it’s very common at that age to refuse to do something to regain control of a situation.  (That’s why you get kids enjoying telling you “No!” and the whole terrible twos thing.)  If he refuses, he stays in control of what’s happening.  But of course Din knows exactly how to tempt him with his favorite ball, and kids do want to please adults they like.  Anything to hear that sweet, sweet positive reinforcement.  So it wasn’t just the shiny ball that convinced Baby - it was the fact that Din was the one playing with him, and that Din so enthusiastically tells him good job.  (And Din is noticeably more into it when using the orb.  Maybe he and Baby have played with it before?  So it’s more natural to both of them.  And he was truly so proud of his boy!!  It was adorable.)

It’s the same with hearing his real name, which he presumably hasn’t heard in twenty years.  He responds when Ahsoka says it, but when Din says it?  He’s instantly turned around, ears perked all the way up in “happy” mode.  It’s special when Din says it, because Din is special to him.

Which then ties into the whole attachment thing.  Baby is very healthily attached to Din.  There’s a reason we stick kids with the same teacher for a year plus at a time, it’s because kids are comfortable with a regular person they can get to know, just like adults are.  To Baby, Ahsoka is just some orange stranger and Din is his dad.  Of course he is more attached to Din and has fears over losing him, especially if he’s been deprived of that for the last 20-odd years!  It’d be different if Din was sticking around to transition Baby somewhere new, or just dropping him off for lessons.  But leaving a parent permanently and abruptly after likely previous trauma?  That would be horrible for Baby.

And re: The Jedi + attachments Ahsoka (and Filoni) are wrong on that.  The Jedi do not forbid attachments, only letting your attachments rule you.  Ki-Adi-Mundi is married and so were others, and there are plenty of Padawan-Master relationships to see - for example, Obi-Wan was attached to Qui-Gon and clearly loved him and was devastated by his loss, but it’s only when he conquers his emotions and calms himself is he able to defeat Maul, and afterward is implied/shown to mourn Qui-Gon and handle his grief in a healthy way.  Anakin doesn’t fall because he’s attached to his loved ones.  He falls because he’s willing to commit murder and genocide over his attachments.  So “I can’t teach Grogu because he’s attached to you” is bullshit.  “I can’t teach Grogu because he is attached to you and needs to be safely transitioned into Jedi life in an environment that is comfortable and safe for him, with your help as his adoptive father, and I have no way to do that here and/or don’t feel comfortable doing that” is much more accurate.  (This is probably what would’ve happened if the Order was still around, anyway, and/or how he was actually taken in - the 3D TCW episode with the Jedi children shows the bounty hunters tricking the parents to kidnap the kids, implying that a real Jedi would work with the family to transition the children in a safe and healthy manner.  The Rodian even says the Jedi have already spoken to her iirc.)

Of course even if Grogu is unhealthily attached to Din (which he isn’t, imo, he behaves like a child at a normal level of attachment to a regular caretaker he loves) then ignoring it and not doing anything about it is equally bad.... as we’ve already seen when he got upset with Cara last season.  Baby must learn to control his powers so he doesn’t hurt himself or others, especially since he’s so young he doesn’t always have full control over his own emotions.  “Big” emotions can be a lot for a kid; a screaming meltdown is bad enough when the kid can’t yeet you with their mind.  I’ve been hit, kicked, bitten, scratched, had toys thrown at me, even been hit with heavy wooden blocks.  A Grogu out of control with his emotions and using the Force?  Terrifying.  Yes, his attachment to Din makes him more vulnerable to his fears and anger - we’ve seen him choke Cara and while he only held back the mudhorn, in theory he could’ve done more.  But that is just all the more reason to teach him control.  Ignore harmful behavior and it will only get worse, and Din isn’t really equipped to help him navigate that since Din doesn’t understand the Force and can’t understand what Grogu says.

(Also lol at “He doesn’t understand” “He does.”  You can 100% tell when kids understand you perfectly and are refusing to do it, even when a parent is making excuses for their darling. xD  Especially since kids will frequently act/react differently to their parents versus other caretakers.)

“He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years” I call partial bullshit on that.  No, I don’t think Baby has done any long-term planning or had thoughts along the lines of “I’m being hunted and need to protect myself by pretending not to be a Force-user.”  But I think he has probably figured out people react a certain way when he does Force things and perhaps decided “I shouldn’t make things float because then people will grab me/I will get taken away/other consequence I don’t like will happen.”  That’s more in line with a toddler’s level of thinking/comprehension.  And it adds greater weight to him saving Din from the mudhorn - he didn’t know how Din would react to him using the Force, if Din would try and hurt him or lock him in the pod or whatever, but he still wanted to save Din.  Overall though I think Baby’s Force-use is in line with a toddler’s thoughts.  “I want X to happen, I can make that happen with the Force, so I will make X happen unless I’m more scared of [consequence] happening.”

So overall a pretty revealing episode for Baby/Grogu.  (I’m not used to the new name yet tbh.)  Although I’m worried about how many times it will take Din hearing it to realize that yes, you are this baby’s father, get that through your beskar-plated skull.

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Hi, can I request a fic where Reader meets Spencer's Mom for the first time? So like, at the start Spencer is talking to his Mom about reader on a visit, and shows her photos of you, saying how much he loves you and how much he wants to marry you and she insists on meeting you. Reader is nervous as she doesn't have a good relationship with her Mom, but it turns out Diana adores you and shows you pictures of baby Spencer, little baby facts about him and tells Spencer how perfect you are for him💜

She’s Perfect - Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested by anon!

SPENCER’S POV

“She’s ready to see you, Mr. Reid.” said the nurse in the front desk. 

Despite having a pants dropping schedule at work, I always managed to find time for Y/N, and of course my mother. Even if I write to her everyday, being able to physically be with her hits differently. I get to entertain her by discussing how my day at work usually goes. I never brought up Y/N. I figured she didn’t want to see her son fly away into the arms of another woman but Y/N has been something special to me and it’s about time I share that part of my life with my mom. 

I take a big deep breath as I see my mom cleaning up her checkers game. “Hi, Mom.” I walked over, greeting her with a big hug. 

“Spencer, good to see you!” My mom looked at me, happy to finally see a familiar face again. “How have you been? It’s been awhile since you’ve visited.” 

“I’m sorry, work has recently been demanding. We’ve been receiving so many cases that sometimes after every case, we start a new one the next day! It’s been super crazy that our boss Agent Hotch considers sleeping overnight in his office! I can’t even get to allot myself time to spend time with either Y/N or you-“, Mom stopped my rambling as she heard an unfamiliar name, “Y/N? Who’s Y/N?” She asks, placing a finger on her chin.

 “She’s the love of my life, mom.” I said, smiling like a schoolboy in love, “I’ve been a proud boyfriend for 5 years and counting. I actually have pictures of her! Here.” I excitedly said, pulling out my phone which contained several hundreds of pictures of her. “This is her on our first date. We spent the day at the library, showing each other our favorite books.” 

I grinned even wider than before that I saw mom looking at me as if she’s never seen me this happy. “You must really love her, don’t you Spence?” She asked, rubbing me in the back. 

“With all my heart, mom.” I nodded. “From the very first day I laid eyes on her, I already knew she was going to be someone special to me. Being in love is a magical thing, but it doesn't always look the same for every couple. Some people fall in love and never express that love, others fall in love with someone who doesn't feel the same way, and sometimes people fall in love but can't make it work. Then, there are the lucky ones like me and Y/N who fall in love and whose love is returned. The admiration is mutual, we put each other first despite both having challenging jobs, and we feel safe in each other’s arms. I’m positively sure that I’m ready to ask for her hand in marriage, mom. I’m scared and nervous but receiving your blessing will help me overcome my anxiousness.” I reply whole heartedly, shedding a tear from my eye. 

She so happens to see it and quickly wipes it off my face. “Spencer, I am extremely proud of you in every way possible and now seeing that you have somebody in your life who can be your true anchor is something special in life. I give you my blessings…” 

“I feel like there’s a but after that.” I said, waiting for a response. 

“But I insist on meeting your soon to be a fiancé. It’s about time I meet the young lady who’s been putting a smile on my son’s face for all these years!” She playfully demanded, putting her hands into a prayer form. 

I truly wanted her to meet Y/N so I nodded, promising her she’d see her by the end of next week. I now just had to convince Y/N to find time to go with me to see mom. 

The minute I got back home, I wanted to make tonight special, hoping the chances of asking Y/N to meet my mom would be higher. I cleaned up our shared apartment, cooked her favorite meal, and lighted up the candles to set the mood. 

She arrived exactly 20 minutes after I arrived, looking surprisingly calm after a hard day’s work. Big heart eyes were formed as she saw me waiting by the dinning table with a fully prepared feast awaiting her. 

“Spence, you made us my favorite!” Then her big heart eyes popped, forming a nervous look, “Oh my gosh, did I forget our anniversary? Do we have a special occasion? Oh my gosh I-“ “Not to worry, love. Just felt like making your favorite!” I interrupted, calming her. 

“Just felt like it? I have a hunch that there’s more than that. Did you secretly do something bad and you’re trying to make up for it? Did you lose my favorite sweater? Did you break something?” she vivaciously guessed. 

“Not quite.” I chuckled. “So I went to see my mom, and I finally told her about you!” 

“Aw! That’s so sweet of you to do. How is Diane?” 

“She’s intrigued by you, Y/N! I told her I’d bring you by next week to finally meet her.” 

“Oh.” was all she said as she walked over to the dining table and quietly took a sip from her water. Sitting across from her, I reached over to hold her hand, trying to get her to look at me. “Is there something wrong, Y/N? You don’t seem excited to meet her. Do you not want to meet her?” I questioned, looking sad. 

She finally looked up as she placed her hand over mine, “No, I’d love to meet her but I’m nervous Spencer but for reasons not concerning her but concerning my mother.” she quietly replied. “Obviously you’re fully aware that I may not have the perfect relationship with my mother. I used to be extremely close with her at a young age but as I started to grow older, I despised her for personal reasons, resulting in constant fights with her, tremendously damaging our relationship. The minute I turned 18, I decided to move away from her, only being in contact with my father. Sure, there are times where I have to see her, but my interactions with her are different. I can barely share eye contact with her or continue a conversation with her after more than 5 sentences. What I’m trying to say is, what if I develop a similar relationship with your mother, Spence? What if it turns out that she doesn’t like me? After all, I’m taking her only child away from her. I’m not after all a ‘mom person’ so what if I don’t have a good relationship with her in general? I’m so frightened by all the possibilities!” she broke down, heavily sobbing. 

I quickly stood up from my chair across hers to sit down beside her, giving her a bone-crushing hug, rubbing her back, “Love, it’s alright. Let it all out.” I whispered in her ear, “Y/N/N, you know why she’s intrigued by you? It’s because of all the things I told her about you. Do you know how I love you? First of all, I know what love is because I feel it. I believe that when you are in love with someone, you feel the feelings that you read about in books. When you see your person, your heart leaps a little bit. You long for their touch, and you want to know everything about them. Spending time together is lovely, and you care about their hopes and dreams. Second, I never question our relationship. One way to know I love you as much as you love me has to do with how much time I spend questioning the relationship. Do you think that I want to be in this relationship but just aren’t sure? Do I think about whether I’m making a mistake in committing to you? Do I find myself rationalizing my relationship more often than not? People who love someone else as much as they love them don’t constantly question the relationship. They are secure in the fact the love is real and equal and that a commitment to it is a smart one. Finally, my attention for you never wanders. My eyes are always set on you and you only. They never wander around, looking for other potential mates as they are devoted to looking at you forever. You’re special, Y/N. My mom can feel it and it’s time she sees it.” I told her, kissing her in the cheek. 

“Wow, Spence. I’m speechless.” she chuckles, “I guess it’s time I meet the mother who gave life to this genius right here.” she nods, embracing me. 

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One week has passed and I could sense that Y/N was genuinely excited, more excited than me perhaps. We walked hand-in-hand, entering the care home where my mom awaited to see my girl. 

As we walked in, mom unexpectedly noticed us first, speed walking over to us, opening her arms for a hug, “You must be the very special Y/N Y/L/N. It’s such an honor to meet my boy’s girlfriend.” she smiles, “Come, sit beside me.” she walks over to the couch. 

“The honor is all mine, Mrs. Reid! I’m delighted to finally meet the mother who raised the special man in my life.” Y/N politely said, sitting down beside her, “I brought you some baked goods I made for this special day.” she said, excited to give her the goods I helped make. 

Mom gasped, happily taking the goods. She then looked at me with a proud face, “Beautiful and thoughtful. She’s a keeper, Spence and honey, please call me Diane or Diana.” she nodded, giving me a thumbs up. 

“I know she is.” I proudly say, wrapping an arm around Y/N. 

“I’m so lucky to have a smart, caring, and handsome man, Diane.” Y/N said, placing a small peck on my cheek. Mom raised a finger in the air, “Speaking of handsome, I have baby pictures of our handsome man right here.” she said, digging up pictures from her bag.  “Wasn’t he a cutie pie?” she asked, presenting baby pictures of me. Usually I would be embarrassed, but seeing my two constant rays of sunshines, I couldn’t help but watch them gush over me together. It was something I was definitely remembering for life. 

As hours passed by, mom had dozens of pictures to go about with you as with every picture shown, she’d give out a single fact about me when I was a baby. You know how time passes real by when you have fun? I for sure, felt that. If I can recall, we arrived at 1pm and even though it felt like only a couple of hours passed by, it was already 7pm as visiting times were ending. Neither Y/N or I wanted to leave as we both felt safe and sound in the presence of mom. But rest assured, mom told Y/N that we were always welcome to swing by at any time as she loved having the two of us fill her day with happiness. Before we left, Y/N took the time to go to the ladies room, leaving me with mom, who took the chance to tell me something before we left. 

“Spence,” she said, grasping my hand, “I don’t know how you did it but you just found the perfect girl to walk this world. Like I said, she’s definitely a keeper. She’s perfect. I don’t want you to lose her or let her go. I can recognize a life long-lasting partner when I see one, and that’s her. Your relationship will last a lifetime, kiddo. If you’re planning to marry her like you said, ‘anytime’ is now, Spencer. Marrying Y/N will make me the proudest mama on earth.” she said, looking at me with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you, mom. I will make you the proudest mama on earth.. soon” I said, nodding in agreeance. 

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In the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere ..... Oh the adventures we had with a hooker. All. Night. Long. 😂

It involves me, my husband, our 18 & 3 year old daughters, a cop and the hooker ... oh and a store clerk and her son. And for real. All night from like 12:30am to 7 am. And now I am home, but without the van and three of the kids didn’t make it home with us.

The following story is absolutely, 100% true. Although it’s not the kind of exciting you’re used to hearing from me, it’s still pretty bizarre. 😂

Just to give a little back story to help paint a clear picture .... So, we always go to my in laws for Christmas but we usually only stay maybe 3-6 days or so depending on how things fall together. This year we decided to stay through New Years because of some drama back at our home. My mother lives on our property and is mentally ill, and we’re pretty sure dementia is setting in. She’s never been an easy person to be around and we have always fought constantly but I have tried to take care of her anyway because she’s the only mom I’ve got, ya know? The last couple years though she’s gotten a lot more aggressive. In July she assaulted her doctor over the mask requirement and even had to go to court over it. Then in august she assaulted me, tried to choke me to death in my own home and in front of my kids. Of course I over powered her and forcefully pushed her out of my house, so yes she sustained bruises and such from that but that’s the extent of it. (She told all of Facebook in a public post that I beat her up every day and that kind of thing. She posts almost every day that she’s being abused, etc. Shes called the police at least 4times in three months. She tried to accuse me of elder abuse and even said I neglect and abuse my kids. Four times they have come out and investigated and not only said they see no signs of child or elder abuse, or anything to backup her claims. They talked to the kids and quickly agreed they were all fine too.

So fast forward to Christmas Eve. We were trying to load up the van to leave for our trip. We couldn’t hardly get it done because she was hounding us so much. When we were done I sent the kids to the car while hubby and I grabbed the last few bags. I blinked and she was charging toward the kids and yelling things at them like “you’re going to be a whore like your mom when you grow up. You wanna suck dick for a living?” And “I hope you die slowly and are alone and afraid for hours before you die.” The oldest child there that day was 12. And no, I’ve never worked in prostitution before. She began to charge toward me when I yelled at her to get away from the kids. Hubby told her to go back in her house and she wouldn’t. Kept coming toward us. So he pulled out his pistol, didn’t cock it or anything, and said again to go back in her house. So she called the police again .... 🙄

So we stayed longer trying to talk to the family lawyer and get a game plan. We’re following through with pressing assault charges so I can get a restraining order, and we’re filing for eviction. So we got all packed and ready to go and noticed liquid under the van. The power steering pump went out and the line busted all over everything. So that set us back another couple of days but we got the line and the pump replaced and tested everything and it looked good. It was late but we decided to set out anyway. We knew we’d get in late but the advantage to that was my crazy mother would be asleep and we could at least get in and unload the van in peace.

About 12:30 the battery light came on and we weren’t near ANYTHING. Somehow we made it another 20 miles or so until we got to a small town we’ve never stopped in before. We stopped at a gas station and barely got in the lot when it died. Hubby tinkered with some things and it looks like the alternator. Apparently some power steering fluid got in it when it busted but we couldn’t see that at the time, including the mechanic neighbor friend helping with it.

So we’re an hour and a half from home and totally stranded in the middle of the night with, thankfully, only two of our kids - the 18 & 3 year old. We make the calls for roadside assistance and I begin calling everyone I know that might can come help us. It’s freezing and none of us packed coats because it’s not usually this cold down here this early in winter. Hubby was wearing shorts even. So we take turns going in the store and sitting in the van with our things - there’s a large fully loaded cargo bag on the roof and a bike rack with two bikes on the back. Figured if we left it alone for a long time those things at least would disappear, essentially given the atmosphere of the place.

In all the moving around and the cashier asking questions and getting to know us and the situation we were in, this big eyed, buck toothed, scraggly little older, black lady who looked like she hasn’t bathed in years starts talking to hubby about what’s wrong with the van. He goes back to tinker with it often hoping he’s wrong about the alternator or that he missed a loose connection - anything that might help us get out of here l, if not home. I am watching cars like a hawk because you wouldn’t believe how many would pull in, loop the parking lot while staring at us and leave again. It started feeling like sharks circling and a feeding frenzy building up. So I’m on edge and I make sure the pistol is within reach at all times. So this little trashy lady keeps talking to him about the mechanics and trying to troubleshoot it. Lemme pain a more accurate picture: this spun out little crack whore was chasing the dragon, looking for it inside the oil reserve, the transmission fluid ..... she keeps pulling out the dipsticks, shaking them like a Polaroid picture and slinging fluids everywhere and then says “I think it’s your starter.”

No doubt she’s trying to hustle some cash and once even asked for some gas money when’s we see the car she rode in pull away and leave her there. She said it was her brother. After awhile, hubby has had enough. He’s usually pretty patient with people who are too fucked up to reach reality but this isn’t the time for all that. Not only is she a hindrance, she keeps snatching his tools and once even his phone out of his hands. I was in the car and I heard him yell “carry your ass already!” If he’s talking to even an annoying stranger like that, I know shit is hitting the fan. Me? I’m Irish. I would’ve done popped off at her which is why I was avoiding her completely. So I got out and joined him and started yelling at her to fuck off. She will take a few steps away and come back but she does finally go all the way back in the store, both of us cussing her the whole way. I blink and she back in his face again. She keeps saying random shit like “anything you can do I can do better” and “I helped you and you just turn me away. That’s not what the Bible says” and “God got me. I don’t need you. I pray for you”

I’m beyond pissed. I’m cold —- and I loath being cold — and I’m tired, it’s now like 2:30 or 3, I’m feeling vulnerable just by being broke down and especially with the toddler who can’t do anything to protect herself or understand what’s going on and who is extremely sensitive to any type of anger or tension (she cries hysterically when her siblings tickle fight or pillow fight and are laughing) and with all I’ve been dealing with with my mom lately I just have no give a shit left in me. So I jump out and say loudly “should I get the gun for you?” He said “it’s starting to look like it.” And I handed it to him and he put it in his pocket - more just wanting to communicate and it wanting to draw on her because that could invite charges for him potentially and we already have enough legal drama waiting at home. She slowly starts walking backward and keeps running her mouth. I forget what she said but she flipped my bitch switch again and I found myself screaming “Don’t make me cut a bitch!”

She said “what did you say?” And I pulled out my pretty pink and Pearl, large and extremely sharp pocket knife and extended the blade, “I said if you don’t carry your ass I WILL cut a bitch!” She nodded that smug kind of nod and kept going, “aaaiiignt”

The car that brought her there and left came back. She got in it and it left, stopped about 20 feet from the parking lot and she appeared to be forcefully shoved out from the way she rolled in the grass. But she goes walking the other direction so we figured she was gone. Meanwhile though in that amount of time I already dialed 911. The operator connected me to the local station and I spoke to dispatch. I kid you not, less than 60 seconds later an officer was there. We later learned he parks in a dark spot across the street of this divided highway. He even saw some of the commotion but couldn’t tell from the angle that it was heated. He tells us all about her, how she’s the local “hooker” / crack whore, along with her sister and mother. When I said we could tell she was drunk or inebriated or something he said, “more like high as a kite in with a jet pack!” I have seen a lot of people high in my years but I’ve never seen anyone act like she was so I asked, “On what?” He just shrugged “likely a combination of things. She’s a non discernment, equal opportunity junkie.”

Would you believe she showed up again while he’s talking to us? She tried to act like they were friends “hey! I know you. You’re married to my kin ...” He kinda yells at her and smirks “you a damn lie and you know it. I’m not even married.” Tim and I both glanced at his hands, his wedding band plainly visible. I got back in the van because my teeth are chattering so bad I can’t speak anyway. He puts her in the back of his car and talks to my husband again. He tells him he’s use to her and is going to take her to a relatives house where she goes when she needs to sleep it off for a day or two. He leaves and about 20 minutes later he’s back. Apparently he almost ran out of gas and he wanted to check in on us again. The jokes flew about how awkward that would look if he ran out of gas and was on the side of the road with the town hooker and all. He was a really nice guy and stayed with us most of the rest of the night. He said he got off at 7 and if we still didn’t have any help to give him a call, giving us his cell number.

So, at the same time I’m trying to get something done about the tow truck that needs to come get the van and find someone to come get us. The first wrecker — BROKE DOWN ON THE WAY TO PICK US UP! I was starting to feel cursed! The second wasn’t informed this would be a “long haul” tow and he only does local. Third times the charm right? Apparently so this time. He was a nice guy as well and took extra steps to keep the bikes and things secure on the trip.

We even had talked to hubby’s parents when we very first broke down. They were asleep but I was able to text my kids that stayed behind to spend another day or two with them, and they were coming up anyway to do some work on the property up here and file the eviction. So the boy, who will be 11 tomorrow, and the 12yo girl woke them up and told them we broke down. Apparently the 8 year old had already gone to sleep. His parents got up and talked to us and they were like, we’ll work on it and let me know what you find out. What the insurance company will do. So when the tow truck showed up, at 4:30, we asked if one of them could come get us because all the insurance company said was “MAYBE a supervisor could make an allowance for a Lyft or something like that but it didn’t seem a highly probable option. I realize we were 3 hours from his parents but they got up and stayed up from the first time we called and father in law could’ve gotten us and most of our stuff in the van and gotten us home, and him back to his house, before lunch and then slept or done whatever work he felt was more important than our safety. I’m kinda ticked about that. So we get what things we can’t live without immediately and head into the store to wait for a solution to arise, or friends to wake up! I was the last one going in and I was shivering so bad I dropped the things in my hands. I bent down to pick them up when two large shoes stepped in to my view, directly in front of me.

I stand up and then continue looking up to find the eyes looking back at me - a huge ‘cornfed’ red neck man who almost is convincing at appearing to be tough as nails, but I see the gentle kindness in him immediately. However, when he named the itty bitty, no red light havin’ isolated little farm town we live in I was flabbergasted. I actually stuttered and just made noise instead of words when I tried to respond. He even chuckled and playfully’ mocked’ me but was even kind about it. It was more like he got a kick out of how taken off guard I was. He said “Do y’all need a ride to (hometown)?” in that extremely slow, drawn out way the redneck Southerns do. In a minute I nodded and said “How do you know that?” I continued walking in the store as I spoke and of course he followed and opened the door for me. Hubby had run back and flagged down the tow truck before it left, remembering the car seat was left in it and that would be essential to getting us home. He had already talked to the man but j didn’t know that. In fact, in all the in and out that night hubby and my older daughter had told the cashier bits and pieces of the situation and it hit a point where she realized help wasn’t coming very fast and didn’t want to see any more trouble fall on us like with the oh so classy hooker we had already met. So she called her son, knowing this was the kind of thing he was always looking to do. He kept telling us that he just really liked to drive and it was no big deal and that he had time to get us there and back home before work even. After debating over it for what felt like hours but was probably only 5 minutes hubby and I decided it was probably the smartest option. He usually has a pretty keen sense of a persons character pretty quickly and so does my 18 year old - although it still needs to be fine tuned a bit but that will come with time, maturity, and unfortunately, heartbreak. We felt like we had a read on the kind, older lady cashier too and she even said “It’s ok. He’s my son. He’s not gonna hurt you or anybody that doesn’t try to hurt him first.”, laughing the last few words out and the glances between them revealing some inside joke / event. So we went ahead and got in his little car - which was more like a jumbo Geo Tracker and I honestly wondered how he ever fit inside. It wasn’t the best looking thing, kinda shabby and needing a lot of TLC, but for us it may as well have been luxury. It was a diamond in the rough, symbolic of the man who offered to drive us an hour and a half to get us home, and then back, before he went to work that day. By the time we got him we knew his life story - 33 and already a survivor of the heart attack they call ‘the widow maker’. We instantly fell in and we’re good friends. By the time we got home - at 7am - we hated to see him go. Of course we had a little Christmas gift cash on us and gave him a little something for his trouble, especially since he wouldn’t come in and let me make him something for breakfast. As I hugged him bye I told him “I will forever call you ‘My Angel Michael’. He said, “Well thank you ma’am. It was my pleasure.” and with that, he drove away.

[travesty-majesty]

Postwickshipping fic bc I’m in the mood

(I’ve never written a pkmn fic before so hopefully I get the characters ok! This is basically a comfort ship for me)

(Set five years after main game! Assuming the characters were around 16 in main game, around 20-21 now)

This was it, the fifth year Gloria was taking on someone to defend her title as Champion. Hop couldn’t make it to the stadium as he was holed up in the lab to keep an eye on some Pokemon, but he was watching it from his phone, cheering for his girlfriend.

They had started dating maybe a year or two after Gloria became champion. Despite Gloria often being busy with her Champion work, she always made sure to stay over in Hop’s house once a week. Any day one of them had off they spent with the other in their workplace, and if they both had the day off, date night!

It was going great so far. Gloria often complained of all the work being the Champion took, and how she’d love to be able to settle down with someone (preferably Hop). Hop just laughed and told her it’d calm down at some point. He’d never admit he wanted the same thing. He’d love to be able to have normal meals with her, go out exploring together... He just wants to be with her as much as he can be.

One day Gloria joked that if she ever lost her title she wasn’t entirely sure what she’d do. Hop threw out there that Sonia could always use another assistant, to which they both laughed. Hop didn’t think much of it.

He turned his focus to the match. Both Gloria and her opponent were on their last Pokemon, down to very low health. Hop liked to predict what her next move would be, and this one was obvious.

“Well, if she uses Quick Attack now, she’ll definitely win! She outspeeds Cinderace, so even if they both use it, she’ll go first! She’s got this in the bag.” He described to himself, punching the air before she had even won. The Rockruff that had been bounding around stopped and looked up at him, barking once.

“See? It’s easy! Oh, wait! It’s her turn.” He turned up the volume. “C’mon, mate...”

‘Mate’ always slipped out, even though they’re dating.

Gloria didn’t act for a moment, all cameras turned to her. She looked like she was planning something. Then she looked right into one of the cameras, looking directly at Hop. He almost felt like he was there. Then, she sighed and smiled.

“Inteleon, use Double Team!” She commanded with the confidence of someone who’d thought they’d won.

But everyone knew, even Gloria.

She’d doomed herself.

Hop gasped, dropping the phone.

“WHAT?! No, they’re gonna attack! You’d gonna lose! Gloriaaaaa..!”

Rockruff barked again.

“Oh, shush and let me be emotional!”

Inteleon used the move as told, and as Hop had imagined, the opposing trainer had gone for an attack, knocking Inteleon out.

That was it.

Gloria was no longer Champion.

Hop was speechless as the award ceremony was carried out. She lost? How? She was amazing at these battles, how did she just lose? While he wondered, the host asked “Anything you wanna say to the people at home?”

“One specific person, actually.” She said, taking the microphone.

“Hop.”

He looked at the screen again.

“Keep the door unlocked, ok?”

- - -

It had only been two hours since the championship ended. As soon as it did, Hop had unlocked the door like she said, then promptly collapsed into the couch. He knew he wouldn’t be getting any work done, so he absent-mindedly stroked a Pyukumuku as he thought. Gloria didn’t seem upset at all, which was odd; many losses at Monopoly on her part had showed him she always gets at least a little bit frustrated.

So why did she just take it?  

It’s not like he was angry, or disappointed or something. He was just... confused.

As he wondered, he heard a bit of a commotion outside. Sighing, he stood up and popped his head out the door. People were crowded around the train station.

‘May as well go check that out. Get my mind off that.’ He thought. He stood up, bringing the pokemon back into their pokeballs before he left.

He made his way down to the station, hearing people chatter about the match. It’s not like he was the only one watching; everyone in Galar was watching.

When he got there, he had to push his way through a crowd, but when he got to the front, he saw...

“Gloria!”

Gloria, who had been talking to an excited fan, spun around when she heard his voice.

“Hop! You’re here!”

She made her way over, immediately hugging him. Yes, she was on her tippy toes. No, nobody mentioned it.

“I was gonna surprise you at the lab, you know.” She said. Hop laughed, hugging back tightly.

“Well, I’m here now, mate. We could still go, though, if you’d wanna?” He asked. She nodded, glancing around.

“Sure. Gotta tell you something in private, anyway.” She said.

Ominous much?

Either way, Gloria gave one or two more statements before taking Hop’s hand, leading them both back to the lab. Her hand was pretty warm, he noticed. Why, he couldn’t tell you. I suppose you just notice those small things when you’ve been with someone for so long.

- - -

Gloria collapsed onto the couch, sighing. “I sure missed this. You’re lucky, getting to sit here each day!”

“What are you, a couch expert?” Hop asked, both of them laughing. Eventually though, when both had calmed down, Hop spoke up again.

“So mate, about your match...”

“Oh, that? Nothing much.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wha- you lost! You lost your Champion status! Doesn’t that bother you?!” He asked. Gloria laughed, putting her hand over his.

“I thought you woulda realised. I lost on purpose.”

Hop didn’t react for a moment. When the words sunk in though, his eyes widened.

“What?! On purpose?! Why?!” He exclaimed.

“Well, a few things.” She started. “You know how I’ve been talking about how hectic becoming champion gets. I just... wanted to get away from it, I suppose. Besides, having ‘past Champion’ on my record is gonna be great for the ol’ resume.” She explained.

“I mean... Wow. So you’re just, ok with this? You’re not mad or anything?” He asked, still kinda surprised.

“Yep. I figured five years was good enough. Besides...”

She squeezed his hand, sighing.

“I wanted to be with you. Only seeing you on my days off just wasn’t enough for me.”

“Pfft- Well, same here! In a weird way, I’m sorta glad. Now I get to see your face whenever I want! And not just in your battles.”

“Do you watch all of them?”

“Every single one.”

Gloria laughed again. Hop smiled, just happy to be seeing her in front of him. It felt... almost surreal. He was happy, though. 

“But, uhh... there’s a second reason I decided to give it up. I wanted to settle down. Like, get a house, job... you know.”

“Oh, really..?”

“Mhm! But... obviously, I’m not just gonna move in somewhere on my own. So, I have two questions for you. One... would you be interested in... well, living with me- ah!”

Gloria was cut off by Hop suddenly throwing his arms around her. “Yeah! Yes, definitely! I- this is awesome!”

“Hahahaha! Glad you’re so enthusiastic.”

“Of course I am, mate! Do you think I’d say no?”

“Not really.”

They laughed again, pulling away. 

“And... ok, ready for question number two?” She asked.

“Not sure how it’s gonna get any more intense than the first question, but sure!”

“Ok, well... here, stand up.” 

Gloria stood up, pulling Hop to his feet. She was surprisingly strong, considering her height and build. When they were both standing, still giggling slightly, Gloria took a deep breath.

“Ok, ok, I- stop looking at me like that!”

“Can’t. You’re just too cute.”

“Dork.” Hop laughed at Gloria’s pout. She took a deep breath, then began speaking again.

“Ok, Hop. We’ve been together for years, and despite the long distance, we’ve been really happy together, right?”

“Right.”

“Ok, good. So, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I’ve finally decided to ask. Hop- gah, screw this gammy knee-”

Gloria stretched her leg, then dropped down onto one knee, pulling a box out of her back pocket. Hop covered his mouth, eyes wide. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going.

She flicked open the box.

“Hop, will you marry me?”

Hop instantly pulled her to her feet, kissing her. After a moment, Gloria smiled into the kiss, returning it. They stayed like that for a moment, just being happy. Eventually though, when their need for air tore them away from each other, Hop smiled.

“Yes. Definitely yes.”

~ ~ ~

Ik it’s probably bad but I really wanted to try my hand at postwickshipping so it probably isn’t perfect but it’s fluffy marriage proposal so :>>

(Sorry to all my non-pokemon followers lol) (which is probably a lot of you bc I’ve never posted pokemon content before)

[rantingwriter]

Body Guard (Levi x Reader)

Day 1

I still don’t fully understand what happened...I was at work at the behavioral hospital, some big dark GMC type car pulls up, and now I’m riding in the backseat getting told I’m actually related to some big shot that’s being threatened and everyone she holds dear is in danger. “Can you please elaborate how someone I’ve never met...holds me dear…?” 

“Your dad was her secret lover when he was working at her company. She has kept tabs on you for years and even sent him money for child support. There, all caught up.” The stoic man with sharp, narrow blue eyes, who also looks really tired, sighs in exasperation. He cards his fingers through his straight black hair and looks at me through the rearview mirror. I am still reeling, I have a mom and dad who are happily married, but now I’ve got a mom who I’ve never met? “Geez, what’s so complicated about this for you?” 

“My current mom is not my mom, my real mom is some bigshot that pissed somebody off that’s more violent than my psychosis patients, and I’m in the back of a fucking car that should only be used for this scenario in movies!” I’m starting to freak out when a voice comes over the radio. 

“Captain, you lack delicacy…” It sounds like a woman, “don’t worry [f/n], you are safe with us.” 

“W-Who are you?” I try to sit forward and look around, a hand pulling me back into my seat. “WhO?!” 

“Please stay seated, that’s just Petra.” Another woman with glasses and her hair up in a ponytail is looming over me. “We’ve got a team ready to protect you and we’ve already taken care of your job since you won’t be able to leave once we get you to our safe house.” 

“Safe house? What about my parents? M-My cats?!” 

“They have been picked up by our second team and taken to a separate location.” The driver sharply turns down a backroad. “We’ll fill you in on everything at the safe house. Just sit still and shut up.” I tried to relax in the backseat, but it was impossible to relax with all this new information careening around in my brain. Before long we roll up to a townhouse and I am led inside. It’s nicer on the inside than it looks on the outside, my stuff is already here too. The driver starts barking orders to the other members of his team, soon enough it was just the two of us standing in the living room. “I sent for dinner, you go wash up.” 

“C-Can I at least get your name?”  

“Levi, I’ll be staying with you in the house. The others will man the outside.” 

“Okay, nice to meet you.” He simply nods and goes to do what I can only assume is his bodyguard duties. I go to get showered up and process my thoughts. It’s way too much to handle all at once. 

Day 3

It’s been a couple of days. I’m still reeling, been crying myself to sleep from fear at night, but overall...I guess I’m okay? “Hey, you look like shit.” 

I jolted at Levi’s sudden comment, “gee thanks…” I wipe at my eyes, they feel puffy and dry. 

He stares at me a long moment, before extending me a cup of coffee. “I know it’s rough the first couple of nights, you’ll adjust.” 

I take the cup and inhale the aroma of coffee, “If you say so…” I take a sip and make a face at how bitter it is. I grab the creamer from the fridge and add some more to the little cup. Levi says nothing, he just watches me as he leans against the counter. I don’t understand why he insists on watching my every move, it’s like he’s studying me or something. I eat some breakfast and go to the living room to play on my laptop. Before I can do anything online, the muscular guy snatches the device. “Hey!” 

“Do not sign into anything, they’ll be able to track you if you do.” He goes through and logs me out of everything I usually use. 

“B-But-”

“No buts, nothing that can be tracked.” He finally hands it back to me and sits in the nearby armchair. I simply sigh and try to enjoy some me time with the stoic statue in the room. 

Day 7

I’m starting to wonder if Levi’s constant staring at me is simply his way of learning about me. He has been making my coffee exactly how I like it without me saying anything. He has been paying attention to what I like to eat. If we weren’t basically living together, I would be super creeped out by his attention to details. It’s honestly really sweet and I think he is growing on me a little. “Hey, [f/n], want to go somewhere?” 

“I thought I couldn’t leave the safe house,” I was putting away my laundry when he came into the room. 

“We can go somewhere so long as it’s visible for the team and not super crowded.” 

“What’s even in this area?” 

“Some restaurants, a park, we might be able to swing a movie theater, and one of those animal cafes.” He doesn’t sound very excited about any of the options. 

“I’d like to go to the movies and m-maybe the café afterwards?” 

He does his signature stare at me, “we’ll see. We’ll start with the movie at least.” I smile and hurry to get my shoes on, we go to the local movie theater and Levi keeps me close to his side the whole time. Once we are seated, he drapes an arm over my shoulders and whispers. “Best to look like we are dating while we are out of the house.” 

“O-Okay…” I’ve never heard of this kind of tactic in all of those movies and games involving bodyguards. Or maybe I just never found those specific ones. He idly moves his fingers along my upper arm. His touch is giving me goosebumps. The movie goes by without a hitch and we are able to visit the animal café. I didn’t realize how much I missed home until a cat curled up in my lap while I tried to eat a slice of cake. I also try to make small talk with the quiet bodyguard, but he has his guard up constantly. It’s hard to get any information about him personally or otherwise. I’m almost finished with my cake when he suddenly pulls me out of my seat and throws the table up as protection. My ears are ringing from the sudden downpour of bullets that destroy the little café. Animals and people alike scatter trying to find safety. Levi yells into his earpiece for his team to engage. I can only tremble in fear as the man shields me. When the gunfire finally stops, he leads me out the back and we are forced to relocate to a new safehouse. 

Day 10

I’m struggling with sleep again, I think Levi is starting to take notice. “Do you need me to start sitting in the room at night?” 

“How would that help?” I’m a little snappy, I don’t mean to be.

“It’s just a suggestion,” he seems unfazed by my words. 

I sigh and sip my coffee, “it’s worth a shot, I’m not sure what else to do at this point.” 

He sets his cup down and grabs my wrist, half dragging me to the couch where he sits down and pulls me down to join him. “Lay down.” 

“I’m not napping, if I can’t sleep how can I-” He cuts my protests off by guiding my head into his lap, I feel my face turn red hot at the realization of my position. 

“Just shut up and try.” I couldn’t see it, but he was hiding his face in his hand. Sure enough his little experiment works and I finally get a little sleep. 

Day 15

Levi’s been staying in my room for nearly a week now and I’m surprised to say it’s helping a lot. His presence lately has brought a great source of comfort and also been generating some...feelings...I don’t know what to do about it. He is my bodyguard, he is just doing a job. “Hey…” I can’t believe I’m about to ask him this. “Have you ever...caught feelings for a client?” 

“No, never.” His stoic stare is unwavering. “Why?” 

“Just curious…” I need to just do what I usually do, bury these feelings deep down inside until it festers and then slowly rots away over the course of a few years...or until he does something that just kills the feelings all together. 

“Do you feel like trying to go out in public again?” 

“Not really, getting shot at once was enough.” I turn to take care of something when next thing I know I’m on the ground with Levi hovering over me. Jesus, this is not helping! 

“Damn it, we are under fire!” Despite the fact he is yelling, my ears are ringing enough I can barely hear him. How did these guys find us again? We haven’t been out of the safe house at all! Levi leads me to a secret exit and he drops his ear piece and has me ditch basically every electronic. We take the car we’ve been using and ditch it in the middle of town before getting set up in a motel. He pays in cash and uses a fake name, I’m pretty sure the receptionist thinks I’m a mistress or something. We get in the room and he starts frisking me. 

“Whoa, what are you doing? What what what are you doing?” I feel my whole body goes warm at his touch. 

“I’m checking for anything that might have been placed on you to track us. I’ve purposefully gone dark in case it’s a mole in the ranks.” He stops frisking me and suddenly starts stripping his clothes off. 

“Whoa! A warning would’ve been nice!” My heart can’t handle all of this. He says nothing as he inspects all of his clothes. 

“Okay, looks like we are safe, I’ll sweep the room for bugs and then go get us some new clothes. Will you be alright alone for a couple of hours?” 

“I-I think so?” I feel anxious at the thought after being shot at again mere hours ago. 

“Lock the door, do not open it until you hear this knock.” He completes a little sequence on the coffee table. “Can you remember that?” 

“Y-Yeah, okay, got it.” He goes around the room to check for any secret cameras or microphones or anything out of the ordinary before running off to resupply everything we left behind. I’m ready for this madness to stop.

Day 20

There is tension, I can feel it! Ever since we were downgraded to this motel and basically forced to stay in the same room day and night it’s been harder and harder to ignore my budding feelings for the bodyguard. He just stares at me half the time, the other half we are sleeping. On top of that there is only one bed and I’m starting to feel bad that I’m the only one using it. He swears he is fine in the chair, but I don’t believe him. “I’m going to take a shower, are you getting hungry?” 

“Yeah, a bit.” I can feel his eyes on me as I go into the tiny bathroom. I shower up and try to relax under the hot water. It’s only after I turn the shower off I realize I didn’t grab clothes to change into. I tightly wrap my towel around me and venture cautiously out into the room. Levi hasn’t moved. 

“I...forgot to grab my clothes…” I try to break the awkward silence, but it only proves to make things more awkward for me. “C-Could you look away for a moment?” He doesn’t move his head, only his eyes as he looks off to the side. I turn so my back is to him as I pull my clothes on to get ready for bed. I’m not used to wearing half the stuff he bought the other day, but at least they fit. I turn and run straight into him, when did he get behind me?! “S-Sorry, do you need something?” 

His face is harder to read than usual, I can’t tell if he is pissed about something or what, but it’s starting to scare me. Before I can try to awkwardly fill the silence void, he simply replies “you.” 

“W-What?!” 

He leans closer to my face, “I need you.” He closes the distance and presses his lips to mine. I instantly melt into the kiss and drop my towel on the floor. He backs me up to the bed and we both fall back onto it. The rest of the night is a hot and steamy blur as we made love. He was surprisingly gentle at first, but that didn’t last once he was sure I was okay. In the morning I’m surprised to find him still in bed with me, his arm draped over my side. 

Day 30

They finally located us and gave us the all clear, they caught the guys and I can return to my life as it was. But...I don’t want to. They are already trying to assign Levi elsewhere and I can’t imagine being apart from him now. I can’t exactly go with him on jobs and I doubt they have local work. Is this really going to be goodbye forever? “[F/n]?” I am startled out of my thoughts by a tall blond man with one arm. 

“Yes?” I have to crane my neck a little to see his face. 

“Your biological mother has extended an invitation for you to go live with her.” 

“Really? I...wow, I’m not sure how to respond to that.” 

“She also requested that the one who kept you safe joins her new permanent security detail.” This catches my attention. “He said he would gladly take it, but he requested that you be there too. He didn’t specify why.” I feel my cheeks turn red as I consider the offer. 

“S-Sure, I’d like to get to know my mom and I’d hate for her to not get such a well trained bodyguard on her team.” I try really hard to cover up my excitement. 

“Alright, that settles the matter, I will make arrangements to have your belongings transported over there. Levi will give you a ride.” I see him pull up behind the blond man as if on cue. I thank the mystery man and rush to see Levi. He gives me an emotionally charged kiss as soon as the door shuts behind me. 

“You didn’t think you could get rid of me did you?” He smirks as he backs up to look me in the eyes. 

“No, I figured you wouldn’t be gone that easily.” He gives me one more kiss before driving off towards my soon to be new home. I honestly can’t believe how much happened in the span of a month.

Day ???

“What’s this scar from?” I point to one on his forearm as we snuggle in my bed. 

“That was from a knife fight I got into as a kid.” He holds the scarred arm up while his other holds me to him. 

“Why were you in a knife fight?” I rest my cheek against his bare chest. 

“I had an uncle that figured I would be better off learning the ways of knife fighting instead of going to actual school. Oddly enough it worked out.” He puts his arm down and tucks some stray hair behind my ear. 

“Would you teach me knife fighting?” 

“Hell no, I’ve got a track record of unscathed clients to upkeep.”

“But I’m not a client anymore.” 

“Still no, I will teach you some self defense if you want to learn to defend yourself.” 

“Deal!” He gives a rare chuckle as he shifts to get more comfortable. “Aren’t you supposed to be on rounds this morning?” 

He shrugs, “I’m sleeping with the boss's daughter, I think I have some immunity.”

“Are you sure about that? Think about what you just said.” He takes a moment then moves to get out of bed. 

“Fair point, I’ll see you after work.” He pulls his pants on then turns to give me one last kiss. Gotta admit, despite the chaos that prompted our meeting, I’m glad it happened.

[purplesurveys]

1248

Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say?  I feel like I’ve answered a similar situation recently, but I would assume it was a drunk text or wrong text, inform them about it, and move on.

Do you play video games?  Nah. I do feel a sort of connection of video games since I grew up surrounded by them, though; but I’m more of a watcher than anything. I like watching playthroughs of video games I’ll never play. Do you spend a lot of time with family?  No. We used to, back when the quarantine was still a relatively new thing – we hung out in the living room all the time. But now that we’ve settled in this new normal, we’re back to our normal routines and I usually like staying in my room.

Is your house more than two stories tall?  Technically, yes. We have a rooftop that serves as the ‘third’ floor.

Have you ever hit your significant other? Has he/she ever hit you?  My ex and I never hit one another; that’s a gigantic red flag even I would notice, considering I ignored most of the ones I saw hahaha.

What makes you an attractive person? (Talk about your personality too!)  I’m not sure if I’ll be able to answer this question directly, but I like my generosity. I’m not sure if I can call it attractive, though. But if we were focusing on physical features, I like my smile.

What color is your hairbrush/comb?  Pink.

What snacks do you have available in your household atm?  My dad splurged on chips in his last grocery run so we actually have quite a lot of junk food in the pantry at the moment. He also bought several packs of cookie sandwiches, wafers, sunflower seeds, and garlic-flavored peanuts.

Has anyone recently told you that they like you, or find you attractive?  Neither.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged?  No, she’s just a good friend of mine.

Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you?  I guess I don’t, because I’m not even aware of them.

Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female?  Guy. It was another reporter, so I just ignored it and luckily he didn’t PM me just to ask to add him back, which others have already done. I really hate when work people try to make their way into my personal accounts.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you?  My parents, especially when they are rude to service crew. Gen X-ers are impeccably talented at that, apparently.

When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate?  Around two or three weeks ago when I had dinner at Angela’s. Her dad gave me a bar of Crunch so I can have something sweet after our meal.

Do you play any games on Facebook?  No, I never did hop on that trend.

What would you like to get a degree in?  I wanted a degree in journalism, and graduated with such. At the end of my college stint I didn’t want to pursue it anymore, but I pushed through with it anyway because it was too much of a hassle to shift and start all over.

Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? Technically not, because I stay up until the middle of the night anyway. It’s been a while since I fell asleep anywhere between 8 to 10 PM.

Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game?  Watch a show.

Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theater?  I don’t like either; I get fries instead.

What genre of films do you like the best?  Drama.

How many bank accounts do you have?  Two but I haven’t been using the other one in months. That was the bank account I initially opened when I first started ~adulting~ but when I got employed I was required to enroll in this other specific bank, so that’s what I mainly use now.

Have you ever had the flu?  Not really. I just get the occasional fever that pop out of nowhere.

What is your goal for the next few months?  Start saving FOR REAL, and also prioritizing furniture over merch for a while so I can finally fix up my room, which is quickly starting to look and feel like just a warehouse and not very homey at all.

Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? How did it affect your life?  Nope.

Have you ever had food poisoning before? Describe the experience.  Yeah, it was from barbecue that apparently went bad, even though it tasted nothing of the sort. I woke up at 3 AM sweating profusely and with the most excruciating stomachache; I was feeling hot, cold, and nauseous all at the same time, and it probably lasted for like an hour or so.

What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for?  Sealed albums and my pets’ vet expenses.

Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex.  Charming and smart.

Have you ever let somebody use you? Why did you do it?  It felt nice to help people.

You can go back in time & change something in your mom’s past - what is it? Good question; I’ve never encountered this before. I would let her live a more comfortable, privileged life, where she didn’t have to staple her shoes to keep them closed or have to choose between eating at a fast food restaurant or being able to commute back home.

Do you know anybody who is around the exact same size as you? Who? I’m not sure, actually. Everyone’s always slightly taller than me.

Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you?  I haven’t.

Been on any websites today you wouldn’t want your parents to see?  Tumblr, I guess? My survey blog isn’t for any irls to see.

Which is worse: dusting or mopping?  I don’t really do either often, but I’ll go with mopping.

Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious?  Not for me.

Did you pull a senior prank?  No, that’s not a thing here. Did you graduate?  Yeah, elementary, high school, and college.

Have you ever been unfaithful in a serious relationship?  Nope.

What was the last song you listened to?  It’s a song called Epiphany.

Are you one of those lucky people with 20/20 vision?  Not ever since I was like 9 lol.

Is fashion one of your interests?  I’m way more interested in it now for sure, mostly because the celebrities I’m into these days put a lot of effort when it comes to their style; so it makes me more aware of the trends that come and go, as well.

Do you think you’ll eventually find that special someone?  I’m keeping it as a possibility, but it’s not a priority for me now.

Do you care what people think?  To an extent, I would say. My life doesn’t depend on it, though.

Is acting something you enjoy?  Never been.

What was the last thing you broke/sprained?  Do you mean a thing or a body part? Anyway, I’ll answer both. The last thing I broke was my BTS Mic Drop pen of V looooooooooool the figurine came off the pen :(( It was pretty cheap though so I’m fine with it; I can always get another one. Last body part I sprained was my ankle, when I had a bad fall a couple of years ago.

Have you ever fought with a friend because of their boyfriend/girlfriend? Because of yours?  Either hasn’t happened.

Has a stranger ever yelled at you for your language?  I don’t think so.

Whose house, other than yours and your families', are you most comfortable at?  Angela’s. Also JM’s, just because their family doesn’t hover and that vibe can sometimes be nice whenever I’m at someone else’s place.

Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you?  Never.

Did you ever play a sport as a little kid? Did you enjoy it? Not as a very young kid, but I took up table tennis starting when I was 12. Did you ever watch the show Full House?  Nope.

Is there a celebrity you are just DETERMINED to marry?  Now that’s just delusional haha. I’m pretty obsessed with some celebrities, that much I can admit; but thinking of them in the context of marriage is so many steps overboard.

Have you ever burned someone’s picture?  No. I could, but I am scared of fire and will probably just think of other ways to express my anger, like tearing up the photograph. What’s the longest hike you’ve ever been on?  Total length was probably like 3 hours. I haven’t gone too far when it comes to hiking.

Would you ever get a lip tattoo?  Not interested.

Who is the first person of the opposite sex that pops into your head? Hans.

Do your parents smoke cigarettes?  My mom tried it once in her life, I think. My dad has never smoked.

What does one of your T-shirts have written on it?  “Hope right here!”

Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want.  Anything that’s supposed to roam freely in the wild, like squirrels.

Would you prefer your partner smaller or taller?  Taller, since I’m already quite pint-sized to begin with lol.

Do you enjoy going through old pictures? Sometimes. Other times, it's too painful. It also depends on the era of the pictures. < Agree, especially with the eras. Childhood photos are always fun to look at, but I have had to delete a CHUNK of photos from years ranging from 2014 to 2020 because I’ve lost a handful of friends from that period.

Do you believe people when they say they don’t judge people?  It’s hard to for the most part, but I’ve noticed very few people people really don’t. Most of the time it’s bullshit though.

What did you love the most about the town you grew up in?  That it’s pretty close to the metro.

What’s a movie that you laughed the hardest during?  Hmm, I prefer TV shows if I’m craving comedy.

What’s a movie you cried the hardest during?  Life Is Beautiful.

What’s your favorite restaurant?  Omakase for my sushi fix; School Tteokbokki if I want Korean; Yabu if I’m looking for a generous rice meal.

Is there a dessert you don’t like?  Anything with fruits.

Favorite album?  After Laughter by Paramore.

What’s a book that you read because everyone else was reading it?  I can name authors instead of books – John Green and Haruki Murakami.

Underwater or outer space?  Outer space.

Dogs or cats?  Dogs.

Kittens or puppies?  Puppies.

Bird watching or whale watching?  Whale watching. I don’t get to be in the water as much, so I would jump at the opportunity.

What is your spirit animal?  I dunno if I have one but let’s just go with dog and elephant, I guess? They’re my favorites.

What was your best subject in school?  History.

What was your worst subject in school?  Chemistry.

What is one thing you wish you knew in high school?  Don’t waste your time.

Who is your fashion icon?  Audrey Hepburn.

Diamonds or pearls?  Diamonds.

What color dress did you wear to prom?  For my own prom it was cream-colored/beige. When I went to Mike’s ball, I went with a royal blue gown.

What’s your favorite plot-twist?  I don’t think I’ve found my favorite yet.

Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?  Not actively.

Honestly, what’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad?  I dunno...road rage, maybe?

Honestly, ever made anyone cry when you were mad?  It’s very likely.

Honestly, when was the last time you REALLY cried your heart out?  Sometime in the last week.

Ever pop someone else’s pimple? No thanks.

Do you need to return anyone’s phone call?  Nope.

Who are you closest to?  Angela.

Have you ever had a bad concert experience?  No, all the ones I’ve been to have been amazing experiences.

Are you currently sad about anything?  Not really. I can’t complain.

Have you had any form of exercise today?  Nah.

Can you handle blood?  Nope, I will feel faint if I see it 100%.

Has any place hired you underage for a job?  No.

Have you ever carried a concealed weapon?  I haven’t.

Are you currently searching for a job?  No, I like the one I have.

Does eating breakfast make you sick?  No?

[allthings-sandy]

Sweet dream

Oh my I haven’t uploaded anything in a long time. I wrote this piece some time ago and didn’t get to upload until now. Hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Peter Parker x avenger!reader Word count: 2.4k Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

You were on your bed scrolling through your phone on news articles about yourself and the rest of the Avengers when you heard a knock on the door. You slowly brought yourself up, frustrated to leave the very comfort of your bed. You opened the door when someone grabbed your face and abruptly pulled you in for a kiss. That person pushed you all the way to your bed and you fell on your bed when the back of your legs came in contact with the footboard. They raised a hand to your neck and pulled you in closer to deepen the already passionate kiss.

You slowly opened your eyes to see your desk on your left. You were holding your bolster close to you as you can’t fall asleep without hugging something. You sit up from your bed. Everything you thought happened turned out to be a dream. You grumble in your head, cursing the fact that all your good dreams always get stopped when the good parts happen.

“I want to go back to sleep.” You thought as you fell back onto your pillow and sighed. Who was that in your dream though? You didn’t even know if it was a man or a woman. All you knew is that whoever it was, they had soft lips. But then again, doesn’t everyone more or less have soft lips?

Somehow, you couldn’t forget about it. It just felt so real. You knew very well it wasn’t though. Heck, the person who kissed you in your dream may not even be real. But it’s you. Once you are curious about something, it just grows and grows until you find an answer. The answer may be within the Avengers because you don’t really hang out with other people outside of the Tower.

You stood up from your bed and walked to your desk. You flipped open your journal to an empty page. That journal was to record your weight training and diet but it’s not like you had any other notebook lying around. You wrote down all the Avengers’ names and thought carefully.

Tony Steve Bruce Natasha Clint Wanda Vision Thor Peter Bucky Sam

“ That’s a lot of lips to go through.” You thought as you bit the top of your pen. You wrote the number 3 next to the married; Tony, Clint, Wanda and Vision. And you wrote the number 2 next to the people who like other people; Bruce and Natasha and Peter. Your heart ached mildly as you wrote the ‘2’ next to Peter’s name. After the whole thing with Liz, you thought you had a chance but one day he told you about his feeling for MJ, one of his closest friends. You saw her and she was really pretty. A little rough around the edges but that didn’t hide the beauty you saw when Peter showed you her picture.

The numbers were to indicate who you would be watching or attempting first. Hence, the first would be Steve. He’s physically almost 20 years older than you, but that isn’t going to stop you.

You closed your book and left it in your room as you walked past the living room, to the kitchen. It was 7:35AM. Which meant Steve would be coming back from his run right about now. To your convenience, Steve walked through the back door of the kitchen and again, to your convenience, Bucky and Sam followed behind.

“ Looks like I’ll have to do it at the same time. Great.”

“ You’re up early.” Sam said as he sat next to you at the dining table.

“ I had a weird dream so I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” You shrugged. You looked to your side so you could get a good look at his face, but he wasn’t looking at you.

As Steve and Bucky made breakfast, you and Sam spoke back and forth, with you turning your body in his direction so you could get a good look of his lips.

“ No, it’s not Sam. It’s just not him.” You thought as Steve set a plate of pancakes in front you. As you muttered a ‘thanks’, your eyes followed him and Bucky. They sat right in front of you which made investigations so much easier.

“ I’m just saying, it’s my hair, my business. I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do with my hair. Right, Y/N?” Bucky said and turned to you, catching you looking at his lips.

“ What? Y-yeah.” You stuttered.  The guys looked at you weirdly.

“ Okay. We’ve known each other for years, so if there’s anything you would like to tell us, we’re all ears.” Steve said.

“ Yeah. There’s no judgement here. This is a safe space.” Sam said and waved his hand around the table to signify that it was, indeed, a safe space.

You looked at all of them and you sighed. “ Alright. I’ll spill but please… no judgement okay?”

“ We promise.” Bucky said and held your hand.

“ Okay so, I had a dream last night. That dream started out normal. Then the dream took a turn when… when someone, well, kissed me.” You said that last bit in a small voice.

“ What? Speak up Y/N.” Steve said as they all inched closer to you.

“ Kissed me! When someone kissed me.” You said and covered your face with your hands in embarrassment. “ And now, I’m trying to find out who did it.”

“ Wait that’s it? I thought it was something serious!” Sam exclaimed.

“ So you’ve been staring at our lips, because you think one of us kissed you in your dream? Are you even sure it was a real person?” Steve asked you.

“ No, but if it was, I want to find out who.” You said as you crossed your legs and leaned back in your seat. The guys looked at you with narrowed eyes. They must have thought you were a little crazy.

“ We’re almost physically 20 years older than you.” Bucky said as he points at himself and Steve. “ What were you going to do if it was one of us?”

“ I don’t know I didn’t think that far.” You said and shrugged.

“ Were you going to go after the rest too?” Steve asked.

“ Well, yeah. I made a list and you three were the first because you guys are single and not interested in anyone as far as I know.”

“ Thanks for the reminder Y/N. It hurts.” Sam said as he raises a hand to his heart.

You gave them a thumbs up in response. You stood up from your seat, turned around and you fell back in your seat because Peter was standing right behind you.

“ When the hell did you get here??” You asked Peter in an unexpectedly shrill voice.

“ Just. Did I scare you? Sounds like I did.” He said and laughed. He patted your head and walked to the fridge. You wrinkled your nose at his actions, but your facial expression softened as you kept watching him. He looked like how he did every time he woke up. Unkept curly hair, a plain t-shirt and checkered pyjama pants. Sam used his finger to push your head down and you were soon gazing at your empty plate.

“ Stop making it so obvious.” He said and took his finger off your head.

“ Thanks.” You muttered, with your head still faced downwards. Unbeknownst to you, Sam and Bucky were exchanging glances and nodding to each other, while looking at Peter.

“ Hey Spidey. Y/N had this bizarre dream last night and she wou-mmphm-“ It took you a while to process what was happening but when you did, your hand went flying over Sam’s mouth to stop him from saying anymore because it could potentially destroy your relationship with Peter and you really didn’t want that to happen.

“ She would like your input about it.” Bucky finished his sentence and your eyes widened in a mix of disbelief and anger. You couldn’t believe they were about to tell him. They knew how much you liked the boy and they tease you to no end.

“ Uh yeah sure.” Peter said as leaned over the counter, with a glass of apple juice in his hand.

You stood up straight, realising that it was better to not kick the guys’ asses because - rational thinking. “ They’re just saying nonsense. I don’t need help with anything. Really.” You said in your calmest voice. “ You can just go back to drinking your apple juice and I will be in my room. Bye!” You said and tried to retreat to your bedroom but was stopped when Bucky pulled you by the collar.

“ Hang out with us Y/N! And don’t you want to know about what your dream meant?” Bucky asked sarcastically and pushed me into my seat. You pursed your lips and closed you eyes hard in frustration. You looked at the guys’ faces. Steve looked like he didn’t want any part of it and Sam and Bucky looked like they were getting a real kick out of the situation.

“ Two can play at that game.” You thought and said, “ Well, I had a dream where I saw two people kissing. It was a pretty weird dream, so I got curious… I’m suspecting that it’s Sam and Bucky over here but I’m not sure.” You said innocently. You saw the look on their faces and it was priceless. Steve almost spit out his drink.

“ How- no! That is ridiculous!” Sam exclaimed and stood up. Bucky was too shocked to say anything.

“ It’s my dream and I know what I saw. Now I feel terrible for not giving you guys privacy. I’m pretty clueless, you should give me a signal next time.” You said and put a hand to your heart, being sympathetic. “ Now that I’ve got it sorted, I will go back to my room. Thank you so much for helping me figure it out. I support you guys.” You said and placed your hands together as if you will pray for their relationship. This time, you successfully made your exit, leaving Steve trying not to laugh, Bucky rubbing his face in frustration and Sam speechlessly fuming.  

Peter grinned amusingly at your actions. He’s seen Bucky act the way he did only a handful of times and only you could make Sam that ticked off. Peter put down his glass and walked to your room.

You heard a knock on your door after crossing out Steve, Bucky and Sam’s name. You walked to your room door, opened it and there Peter was.

“ Hey. Can I come in?” Peter sheepishly asked. You made way for him to enter your room and you closed the door.

“ You really did something to them, Y/N.” Peter said as he chuckles.

“ It was my pleasure.” You said and laughed, remembering what just happened. “ Because it really happened. In my dream.”

“ Really?”

“ Yeah, it really happened.” You reiterated.

“ You’re lying.” Peter said to me as he cocked his head to the side. “ I know you are.”

“ I’m not! Why would I lie?” You said and scoffed, trying to evade his suspicions. The phrase ‘oh shit’ ran through your mind repeatedly.    

“ Because you always narrow your eyes a little when you lie.”

“ I- I don’t narrow my eyes.”

“ You just did! You were narrowing your eyes a lot when talking about Sam and Bucky.” Peter said and imitated your so-called habit. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“ I'm sorry, I'm not here to convict you or anything. I was just curious what your dream was.” Peter said and rubbed his neck awkwardly. You narrowed your eyebrows at him in suspicion. Why does he want to know so badly?

“ Alright, if you're dying to know. Long story short, someone kissed me in my dream. That's it.” You said, leaving out the part where you were trying to find out who it was.

“ Do you know who?” He asked in a rather small voice.

“ What? No, I don’t. I’m a curious person but I’m not that curious.” You said as you laughed awkwardly. “ Why?” You asked with your head a little tilted to the right.

“ This may be a bit hard to explain. Okay, you know how if a girl gets kissed when she’s sleeping, she kind of feels it when she wakes up?” He asked you but you just look at him weirdly.

“ So you think someone kissed me? In my sleep?” You asked and he nodded.

“ If you just think about it… I’m here. Talking to you. About the kiss in your dream. And only someone who really likes you would do that in real life. Any guesses?” He asked. You put it together and ran a scenario in your head.

“ You! Wait did you actually??” You asked in pleasant shock. You were a teeny bit happy he actually did it because it mean he feels something. But a part of you was a teeny bit angry because he came into your room and kissed you while you were sleeping.

“ Your room door was slightly open and I wanted to close it but… I’m sorry. I’m a coward and thought this whole thing up so you would find out my feelings for you.” He said as he paced back and forth in nervousness. You stood there in silence. You really didn’t know what to say but something had to come out of your mouth.

“ I… I can’t tell if I’m mad or happy. I really like you, Peter. For God knows how long.” You confessed and you couldn’t help but smile as you did. He looked at you longingly and lunged at you, startling you to take a few steps back. His hands reached your cheek and neck and pulled you in, your lips meeting in the middle. You blinked a few times before closing your eyes, immersing yourself in the moment you’ve always wanted to happen. His hands snaked down to my waist, my hips and then further down…

“ Hey there. Going a little too fast, aren’t we?” You said as you pulled his arms back to your waist.

“ Sorry, I- I guess I was too eager.” He said and laughed guiltily. “ I’ve been wanting you for a long time.”  

You looked at him dreamily and said, “ Well, I guess we could compromise. How about we start tomorrow? Not too fast, but also to make up for lost time.”

He planted a quick kiss on your lips, “ Can’t wait for tomorrow.”

[foreverfangirlalways]

The Astronomer and The Florist (Chapter 17)

Chapter 17 Title: Surprise...

Summery: Logan and Virgil have a date, a thing happens, and then some  o t h e r thing happens

Ships: Analogical & Royality

Warning: Strong language, fluff, kissing, foreshadowing, this warning would spoil-but I’ll tag it

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

(To all who guessed correctly, good job! Don’t hate me...)

*I have never looked at a star through a telescope, so I have no idea what I’m describing*

<A special thank you to @kawaiikat54 for your wonderful help with Virgil’s reaction to the... question  Let me know if you regret it now >

= @antiredhuman and @star-crossed-shipper help make the end better, so please send them some love!!!=

—-

Today is the one year anniversary of the first time Logan and Virgil went on a date. One year since the first stargazing date, and Logan has a busy day.

Currently, he is sitting on Patton and Roman’s couch, trying to think of the best way to phrase his question.

“So Logan, what is so important that you had to wake us up at 6 in the damn morning?” Roman asked, grumpy from being woke up by a pounding on his door so early.

He was currently burring his face in Patton’s neck, because his husband calms him and is 100% a morning person.

“Well,” Logan said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “As I’m sure you both know, today is mine and Virgil’s one year anniversary. I was wanting to do something really special...”

Patton help up his hand, and Logan stopped. Smiling, Patton asked, “So what do you need help with? Do you have a plan?”

Logan chuckles to himself sarcastically. “Oh, I definitely have a plan. And I don’t really need your help per say, I need your permission.”

The husbands clasp hands and Logan takes a deep breath.

“Can I have both of your, especially Patton’s, permission to ask Virgil to marry me?”

The married couple exchanged a look, and then turn back to Logan. Patton goes, “You’ll never my blessing till the day I die.”

Then Roman continues with, “Tough luck my friend, but the answer is no.”

Logan thinks of how poorly this could have been taken if Patton and Roman weren’t bouncing, smiling, and singing the words.

He raises an eyebrow at the two of them, then sighs when they nod.

“Why do you have to be so rude?”

Patton and Roman cheer, ecstatic that Logan played along.

“I’m gonna marry him anyways.” Logan added on, smirking.

Roman got up and hugged Logan. “Honestly, it’s about damn time. Anyone who even looks at the two of you can see that you were both made for eachother.”

Roman pulled away, and Patton walked forwards. ‘This is the one I’m worried about...’

“I agree with Roman. But always keep in mind, Virgil is my best friend. He is my dark strange son, my kiddo, and if you ever hurt him, you will be my knew favorite fertilizer.” Patton said that in a light tone with a smile on his face, which was understandably unnerving. Logan shuddered.

Patton then started bouncing up and down and hugging Logan. “Of course you have my blessing! You are very wise to have asked, and I’m so happy for Virgil!”

Roman rolled his eyes fondly. “Sure, that’s what your happy about.” He said while trying to discreetly but a 20 dollar bill in Patton’s hand.

“Oh, I give permission too! The little emo nightmare will be so happy, I can’t wait!”

They all group hugged, and Logan mentally checked ‘Get Permission’ off his list. Now the only big thing was actually asking...

-_-_-_-

Logan drove Virgil up to the meadow, and after 25 minutes, he convinced Virgil to let Logan lead him to the surprise while blindfolded.

“Logan, where are we going? We’ve been walking for ten minutes!”

Logan just chuckled. “Don’t worry Starlight, it’s just ahead. I hope you think it will be worth the walk.”

Virgil assured Logan that he would, and Logan told Virgil to take off the blindfold.

Virgil took it off and opened his eyes to see a picnic blanket, in the same way as the first date. Virgil gasped happily, and looked quizzically at the telescope.

Virgil wraps his arms around Logan and smiles. “Thank you, you’re right, it was so worth the walk! But, what’s the telescope for?”

Logan kissed Virgil’s forehead. “Why don’t you look in it and describe to me what you see?”

“It’s gorgeous! It’s looks like a star made of swirling blue and purple. Exactly how one would picture the galaxy to look.”

Virgil looks over at Logan and sees his wide smile. He smiled back.

“It’s amazing, but why that star?” Virgil asks, looking back through the telescope.

Logan walks closer to Virgil and starts saying his speech.

“You said you wanted someplace to call our own, our own little mark on the universe. That star you see? Thats the star ‘Analogical’. It’s ours.”

Virgil looked away from the telescope and stars at Logan. “You... you bought us a star?”

Logan nodded. “Yes. I want to give you the world. Or, in this case, one of your own. Because it’s what you want.”

Virgil smiles slightly while blushing and looks back up at the sky. At their star.

Logan continues talking to a so far oblivious Virgil. “I want to give you everything you want. If it makes you happy, I’d tell people 2+2 equals 15. While factually inaccurate, it would make you smile, and that is worth everything.”

Virgil was laughing an shaking his head at Logan. He knows how much Logan hates the 2+2 question, and anything factually inaccurate.

Logan chuckled, and continued. “You changed my life for the better in so many ways, and I‘m hoping you’ll be willing to help me change it one more time.”

Virgil was confused by that, until Logan got down on one knee and took his hand, making Virgil face him and gasp. Virgils other hand went up to cover his mouth, which was hanging wide open.

Logan pulled a black ring with a purple star stone in the middle, and a purple flower on either side out of his pocket.

“Virgil Illious Storm, will you marry me?”

It was quite of a while, Virgil computing everything that just happened. Logan’s smile started to slip.

"Holy shit!" Virgil whisper yelled. Logan immediately thought the worst  "Oh, you don't like it. I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"NONONONO I WANNA MARRY YOU!" and then Virgil launched himself at Logan.

“YES! FUCKING OBVIOUSLY, YES! Roman’s gonna be pissed he couldn’t record the proposal though!”

Logan was basically cradling Virgil in his arms, smiling so wide he felt like his face was about to split in half.

Putting the ring on Virgil’s hand, Logan nodded towards the telescope. “Actually, what did you think the GoPro on top of the telescope was for?”

Virgil huffed out a laugh then kissed Logan passionately, ecstatic for the future that now lies ahead.

Logan was high off serotonin, and then his phone alerted him of an incoming FaceTime call.

“That’s Roman and Patton, they are very eager to hear your answer.”

Virgil shook his head and sighed, smirking. “I’ll go get another blanket out of the car, you can tell them.”

Virgil kissed Logan on the cheek, and ran of laughing, leaving a sputtering, love sick Logan behind to deal with two hopeless romantics.

—-

Virgil was on Cloud 9. All he could think about was the dates they’ve been on, the dinners at Thomas’s, the game nights at Patton and Roman’s, basically every wonderful thing that has happened since the attractive astronomer walked into his life.

Virgil was so distracted by thinking of Logan and staring at his ring that he didn’t notice the sound of footsteps coming towards him.

Right when he made it to the car and held the keys up to the door, a pair of arms wrapped around him.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the robots little boy toy.” Michael said.

“Tell me, does this smell like chloroform to you?”

Michael laughed while pressing a rag against a struggling Virgil’s face. Virgil kicks a shoe off, and then he headbutts Michael.

“FUCK!” Michael swears, and Virgil feels a sharp pain against the back of his head.

Virgil's eyes fill with tears, both out of pain and from fear as he thinks about all the hope he had been feeling, ripped away.

He had to get free. He had to warn Logan. He wants to marry Logan, he has to get free!

Wait... what if Logan never looks for him? What if Logan thinks he ran away? Virgil was struggling to keep from breathing in the rag, but he was starting to get light headed.

It’s Michael doing this. There are so many things that he could and probably will do if Virgil doesn’t get free. And He will most likely do them all.

Virgil was trying so hard to get free, but lack of oxygen was making his vision darken. He new he wouldn’t last much longer, and in a last ditch effort, he slammed down and Michael’s foot.

It wasn’t enough. All it did was piss Michael off.

Virgil hears, “You’re gonna regret that. You’re gonna regret a lot of things. We’ll see how much Logan wants you after I’m done.”

And then his vision goes black...

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Come With Me And Never Go Away~ A Proposal Fic

Hi everyone! Welcome back to another writing one shot that I had a lot of fun with! I thought of this really cute idea for how Miya would propose to Sakura in their mid 20's after they were both settled in with their careers picked out and everything else. I hope that you all enjoy my writing because this one was a ton of fun to make!

Kicking off my shoes after a long day, I sighed as I entered my apartment that I shared with my boyfriend of eleven years.

“I’m home…” I announced tiredly and heard the familiar sound of Mario coming from the living room as I saw my adorable boyfriend sitting crosslegged on our couch.

“Baby! Welcome home, you look exhausted come here.” He instantly wrapped his arms around me and I melted into the tightly wound hug.

“I am exhausted. It was a crazy busy day at the restaurant today. Being the full chef now after I’ve been training for the last seven years is really tiring. I know that dad fully prepared me but still.” I whined as my boyfriend picked me up and carried me over to our couch.

“I know that you’re really tired Saki but hey, you get a day off tomorrow. Didn’t Jiro give you the day off?” I nodded my head. My dad had given me a mandatory one day off per week once I officially started working as a full chef. I think part of it was so that he could still work at least one day a week since it was his restaurant.

“I have something planned for you tomorrow! I’ve been planning it for a long time but I think that we’re both finally ready for it.” I blinked my red eyes curiously at my boyfriend for the last eleven years. I wondered what on earth he could have planned out for tomorrow.

“Carla, am I missing an anniversary of some kind?” I asked my own “Carla” prototype that my mom had given me when I moved out, mostly to keep track of important dates and little things like that.

“You are not forgetting any anniversary mistress.” I turned to my boyfriend just making sure that I hadn’t forgotten any big holiday’s.

“No sweetheart you haven’t forgotten any big anniversary or holiday’s for us. Even if you did you know I’m not that into celebrating them. As long as you come home to me at the end of the day that’s all I care about. How was the restaurant today?” I smiled softly putting my feet across my boyfriend’s lap with a small sigh.

“It was great. I love working in the food industry it’s one of my favorite things that I’ve ever gotten to do. How was your day? Did you stream go alright?” He nodded his head with a small smile on his face getting out his computer.

“It went really well! All of the money that I raised is going into the charity that will help me to teach those kids to board.” He promised himself and I smiled softly at my boyfriend forever proud of the life that he had decided that he wanted to make. I remembered when he told me that he wanted to mostly work from home. At first I was terrified that he wouldn’t be able to make his dream a reality but he loved what he did. He got to play video games for a living and then teach kids to skateboard for fun at the local indoor park where he was a coach.

“I’m so glad that it was able to work out in your favor love. What did you play today?” I asked him curiously and he just blew the hair out of his face.

“I played this new remastered Crash Bandicoot game, you’d love it! It’s a lot of fun, you always did love Crash. You can play as Coco throughout the entire game though~” He sang song and I instantly made grabby hands for my switch.

“Let me see it! I need some stupid mindless fun.” He laughed at me instantly grabbing the coral pink switch as he inserted the game cartridge.

“Get your socks off baby, I’ll message your feet.” I blushed a bright pink playing with the ends of my hair nervously. It amazed me that even eleven years of dating the same person I was still flustered by him.

“You don’t have to…” He instantly just took my hand in his lightly messaging out the kinks in my muscles from a day on my feet.

“Saki I want to do this for you. You’re dead on your feet and you’re going to accept my help no matter what you do. I don’t care about feet smell. Just give them here.” I sighed knowing that my boyfriend wasn’t budging from his ideals.

“Fine don’t say that I didn’t warn you cat-boy.” I slipped off my socks and he just smiled at me lightly starting with the top of my leg where I had been standing all day.

“I seriously don’t get what the big deal is. So you work on your feet all day and you sweat, so what baby, everyone does it.” I sighed halfheartedly and just melted against the back of the couch as I picked the character that I wanted to play.

“I’m just self conscious of it I’m sorry…” I apologized and Miya just smiled softly at me as he squeezed my hand.

“No need to be sorry Saki, just relax baby I’m right here.” I sighed a little bit with a small smile on my face.

“I love you Miya Chinen.” I told him and he just kissed my hand that was entwined with his as he used his other one that was lightly massaging my feet.

“I love you too Sakura Nanjo, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He reminded me and I smiled softly at him.

“So, what are we doing tomorrow sweetie?” I could see the small shred of panic that went down his spine with a small nervous smile on his face.

“How about the amusement park in the next town over? It’s been a while since we’ve gone and done a little day trip like that.” I nodded my head with a small smile on my face. We had so many fond memories of that theme park, it was just your typical fair but we loved it.

“That sounds great! Thank you baby, that means a lot to me. I haven’t been able to go to actually go and have fun on my day off in a while. Working all the time like I do at the restaurant while it’s lucrative it’s super tiring.” My boyfriend just smiled understandingly at me. He rubbed down my ankle and I leaned against the back of the couch.

“I just want to make you happy on your day off. This has been something that I’ve been planning for a long time.” I looked at him with an understanding smile. I knew that he had been planning a talk with me for a while but I didn’t know what it was.

“Miya hey, look at me sweetie.” I reminded him lightly picking up his chin. His sea green eyes were slightly worried and I just smiled understandingly at him.

“It’s okay to be nervous to do something. You know that right? I’m supposed to be the nervous one idiot. Don’t you go taking my job cat-boy.” I lightly teased him and he just laughed a little bit leaning his forehead against mine.

“I’m not taking your job my love it’s just that this is something that I’ve wanted to do for the last few years. It’s just that the timing was never right enough for it to work.” I blinked in confusion for a split second cocking my head to the side.

“Miya seriously, what’s wrong?” He just squeezed my hand with an encouraging smile on his face as he ran a small circle around my hand.

“Nothing is wrong Saki I’m just being all paranoid I’ll be fine I swear. Tell me more about your day? How was the bread today?” I went into my purse sighing a little bit at the fact that old habits definitely died hard and gave some of the bread that I put in there for my boyfriend.

“Try it for yourself and let me know. It seemed that everyone really had a great meal today. That’s what I love about my job getting to see people’s happy faces when they eat something that I prepared for them. Even if I have to stand on my poor feet all day I know that in the end it’s all worth it. There was a little girl there today that I helped to make her own personal pizza.” I explained the favorite part of my day since we both had a soft spot for kids. We had agreed that we wouldn’t talk about adoption until after we had gotten married though.

“Did she enjoy that?” I nodded my head with a bright smile on my face pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

“I think that she did! Her smile and the way that her eyes lit up when she saw this was enough for me.” I rolled up the sleeve of my dress seeing the familiar tattoo.

“Kids do love noticing that, I’m just glad that you’re extremely happy with it. I know that you weren’t the biggest fan of getting it done.” He thumbed along the edge of the words that had always been there to help me whenever I needed them to.

“It did hurt, Haru knowing him probably made it hurt more somehow. But I can’t regret it because I love it now that it’s completed. Do you still like yours?” My boyfriend nodded his head nuzzling his nose against mine. He had decided on getting something even smaller, the day that we had officially started dating on his wrist. It was next to a pink bow on on one side and a purple skateboard on the other end of it.

“I still love it. I can’t regret even a second of it. Even those three year shot you were in Italy and we were in different time zones. I missed you, so much.” I sighed a little bit watery at the memory of how much we had both hated those years.

“I missed you too baby. I’m sorry but I felt that if I didn’t do the three years away than I wouldn’t be the chef that my dad is. I hated that feeling of inadequacy so I knew that I had to do something to fix it. And that’s what I did.” He clung to my shoulders and melted into my embrace with a bright smile on his face. He rested his cheek on the side of my neck.

“Sweetheart, you’re not inadequate as a cook okay? I hope that you know that now. You worked so hard to prove yourself that you could play on the same field as one of the best chefs in Japan. I know that you didn’t want to let everybody down but I’m still so proud of you my love. Do you know why?” I shook my head with a curious expression in my red eyes.

“Because Saki, you’re the best chef that I’ve ever known. You made me love food and helped me understand that food wasn’t the enemy. My mom shoved diets down my throat but you helped me to learn that food is delicious. You need food to survive. I love you from your open heart to the way that you’re always so determined to make the best food possible. Are you hungry? You are not cooking.” He already ordered me but held me to him as he walked over to the phone.

“The local Japanese place okay?” I nodded my head with a small smile on my face. I had already been around Italian food all day and I smiled softly at the memory of growing up with my dad how he never wanted to cook Italian after a long day on his feet.

“That sounds delicious. Thank you.” He kissed my forehead before peppering the kisses across my cheeks, finally kissing my lips.

“Don’t thank me for food weirdo. You’re fine and I want to look out for you as much as you do for me. Do you need me to carry you back to the couch?” I shook my head with a small smile but tightened my arms around his waist.

“You can’t act like you’re not just as clingy as I am cat-boy.” He laughed joyfully at me pressing me closer to him.

“You’re the one who introduced me to physically affection baby so I blame you. What do you want to watch? Attack On Titan? It’s not too gory for you?” I shook my head, the show had been a favorite of my boyfriend’s when I was away and it helped him to work his way through his missing me. I had just barely started it and even though it was bloody I still couldn’t but help enjoying it because he did so much.

“It’s not, I’m not a frail little girl anymore idiot, I can handle myself.” He just laughed a little bit at me leaning his head against my hair.

“I know you can but you shouldn’t have to watch the show with me if that isn’t what you want to watch with me.” I melted into the affection of my boyfriend and rolled my eyes lightly at his ridiculousness. He called in our regular order before hoisting me up.

“Hey! I told you that I was fine and that I could walk on my own.” I lightly swatted his shoulder but he continued to carry me through the hallway.

“Darling, it’s fine I really don’t mind. Besides I’m strong enough to carry you now that I’m not the weight of a twig.” I sighed a little bit knowing that he wouldn’t back down from this without some big argument. He ran his hands through my hair that wasn’t carrying me. He flipped through the streaming services before finding our Crunchyroll application. I entwined my legs through his with a small smile on my face.

“I love you, goofball.” He laughed a little bit at me kissing my nose as I settled in next to him after another long day. He held me only letting go when he heard the doorbell ring.

“You’ve got to let go love, if you do then we can get food.” I sighed regretfully untwining my limbs from his.

“Fine, go and pay the fee, remember to tip extra god knows that they need the money.” I reminded him lightly and I swung my legs back and forth distractedly.

“I remember it’s what you always tell me sweetheart. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” He reminded me with one more final squeeze of my hand. He went up the hallway and paid for our food that we had bought.

“Alright love now we can relax. Come here.” Miya instantly pulled me against his chest and I laughed a little bit at his typical clinginess. I somehow managed to eat even when I was caged in. I felt myself drifting off to sleep by the ending of the fifth episode. Miya carried me up the stairs to our bedroom before draping our sheets over me and pulled me into a cuddle position.

“Sleep well my love, we’ll have fun tomorrow. I love you.” I muttered back that I loved him too and he just lightly kissed my forehead. I pulled out of his cuddle position when I woke up an hour later out of sheer discomfort.

“I forgot to put on sleep clothes…” I muttered to myself quickly changing when I saw something hanging in my closet.

“Wha?” I laughed a little bit at my boyfriend’s tiredness kissing his cheek with a small smile seeing his bedhead.

“I’ll be right to be your grounding material. Just give me a second I have to brush my teeth and so should you. We both had dessert.” I reminded him lightly and he just ran his hand through his hair. I saw his Sonic themed sleep pants and I couldn’t help but smile. Adorable idiot. He yawned and I heard the little squeak at the end of it that caused me to giggle at him.

“Shut up I’m tired and my grounding device left my bed.” He mocked me lightly bumping his hip with mine and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. I grabbed my toothbrush and as I brushed my teeth I started talking to him.

“IthoughtIsawanewdress.” Miya looked at me with his sea green eyes trying to process everything that I had just said.

“What the fuck?” He asked me rapidly blinking and I couldn’t help but laugh at my boyfriend spitting into the sink.

“I thought that I saw a brand new dress in my closet.” Instantly my boyfriend’s face paled and I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Sweetheart it’s late and you’ve had a long day. Check and see if the dress is still there at a reasonable hour. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He wrapped his arms around me protectively and I just sighed a little it knowing that he was right. He played with the ends of my hair as his eyes slowly slipped shut.

“Night baby.” He purred softly against the hands and I melted into the touch nuzzling his nose against mine.

“Good night my love.” He murmured and I finally felt sleep begin to take over. I was exhausted from my day at the restaurant and looking forward to spending the day with the love of my life. The smell of breakfast was what woke me up and I saw Miya pushing open our front door to the bedroom.

“Morning baby! I made you breakfast.” I looked at the breakfast in front of me and saw the waffles that I had made over the weekend but the eggs he made. It still made my heart skip a beat.

“Baby…” He sat down at the foot of the bed and squeezed my hands with a small smile on my face. He kissed me gently and I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“What did I possibly do to deserve this?” He laughed a little bit pulling me back from the hug and crossed his ankles together.

“You want a full bulleted list?” I rolled my eyes at him but tried the eggs. They were perfectly made. Scrambled eggs were one of the few things that my boyfriend could make better than I could.

“I don’t think that we have the time for the full bulleted list.” I joked pouring the syrup over the waffles. I cut into the fluffiness and I handed my boyfriend a bite that he ate off my fork.

“Thank you for this Miya, you didn’t need to go through all this trouble. I could have made a simple breakfast.” He just shook his head at me as he put his arm around my shoulders with a small smile on his face.

“I am taking care of you today Saki don’t you dare protest. I want you to spend the day just relaxed and free.” He reminded me lightly as he pulled me closer into his side. The warmth that was radiating from my boyfriend never failed to turn me into a pile of comfortable goo.

“Your waffles are the best my love…” He sighed taking another bite off my fork and I laughed a little bit melting into the touch.

“Thank you for this sweetie you really didn’t need to do that for me.” I took a bite from the waffles nodding my head at the fluffy breakfast food.

“Oh sweetheart you don’t need to than me, you already do everything around the house. I just sit on my butt and play video games all day.” I lightly pulled at his cheek as he whined and protested in pain. He was always such a big baby about this sort of thing.

“That is not all you do. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home to see that you’ve done the dishes and everything else around the house. I love you Miya thank you for this. It’s going to be a great day.” I saw that there was indeed a new dress sitting at the edge of my vanity. It looked extremely familiar and then it hit me.

“You didn’t…” I trailed off seeing that he had bought me the dress of my childhood dreams, Ariel’s blue town dress from my favorite Disney movie fairy tale The Little Mermaid. Skimbleshanks stretched from his cat tree and slowly climbed down.

“Good morning baby boy.” Miya sneezed next to me reaching for his allergy medication and sighed once he had taken it.

“God I hate my allergies…” He whined and I couldn’t help but feel affection for my boyfriend. I wrapped my arms around him as Skimble climbed into my boyfriend’s lap. He sneezed again as I ran a hand through his hair.

“Hi Skimble, sorry just give me until the medication kicks in.” I fed my cat a blueberry from the bowl of fruit and he just ate the food I had given to him.

"That’s better sorry about that I hate my allergies so much sometimes.” He complained and I just leaned my head against his shoulder.

“I know you do sweetie but you still take care of him anyways during the day. You’re the best.” He laughed at me a little bit before taking his own breakfast.

“I think that’s my line sweetheart. Also since your precious cat interrupted me yes I did buy you that.” My heart ached at the idea that he had done this for me strictly because he wanted me to.

“Thank you Miya. This is so important to me.” I thanked him and he softly hummed at the idea that I was so thankful.

“It’s really no problem baby, you already do so much for me and I wanted to surprise you. There’s a ribbon to match the dress.” I saw the matching blue ribbon and tears flooded into my eyes when his arms tightened around me.

“Hey, what are the crocodile tears for baby?” I shook my head singing deeply and trying to calm down a little bit.

“I’m just emotional because I really love you Miya. you’ve done everything within your power to make me happy over the years that we’ve been together even when you couldn’t physically be there. I’m sorry that I’m such an emotional mess it’s just that I love you so much.” Miya hugged me tighter to him and he just ran a hand through my hair.

“Oh my light in the darkness you’re so ridiculous sometimes. I love you so much baby it’s going to be okay. You know how I hate making you cry because then that makes me want to cry and that’s never a pretty picture.” He joked lightly and I let out a watery laugh as he gave me a bite from my waffle. I melted into the touch and the flavor of something that I made.

“I love you too Miya, more than anything in the entire cosmos. You’re the best things that has ever happened to me you coming into the restaurant that day. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you I just love you so much.” My boyfriend just ran his hand down my shoulder with a small smile on his face.

“Sweetheart, we need to really start getting a move on so that we can celebrate today.” He reminded me lightly and I clenched my fist with a small smile.

“Okay! Why is today so special?” I asked him and he just looked at me with an understanding smile on his face but I could see the traces of worriment there.

“It’s nothing really that special my sunflower, it’s just another day when I can celebrate with my best friend in the entire world. I want to treat my queen the way that she deserves.” My heart positively lunged in my chest as tears pooled in the corners of my eyes.

“Please stop saying shit like that idiot I can’t finish my breakfast if I keep on crying.” I lectured lightly and he just kissed the side of my forehead with sticky syrup lips.

“Sorry sweetheart, I can’t help it.” I leaned against him when I saw our other much smaller and younger kitten hop up on the bed. We had just gotten him because we knew that Skimble’s days were numbered amongst us due to how old and frail he was getting.

“Hello Berlioz…” I greeted my boyfriend’s Russian blue cat that he had decided to name after his favorite of the cats from The Aristocats. He curled up in my lap and I fed him a little slice of mango.

“Sakura I need to ask, are you happy with me?” I blinked at my boyfriend with shocked eyes and I just squeeze his hand.

“Baby, of course I’m happy with you. Where’s this coming from?” He just sighed a little bit his nervousness palpable.

“I just wanted to know if you’re contented in with me in your life. I love you more than anything and sometimes I just need to hear that you love me too. Even though you tell me that you love me all the time it’s still what I worry about.” I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend’s waist. I sighed a little bit, I think sometimes I worried so much and he had to take care of me if I could take care of him.

“Miya, don’t be an idiot. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. If I could still with you forever I would. Hell I plan to stay with you for the rest of my life. I love you so much. You’re my savior. You brought me out of the darkness. I was just living before I met you. When I met you it was like my world had blown up into this world of color.” He just tucked a lock of pink hair behind my ear with a small smile on his face.

“Light in the darkness, I love you so much. I know that you’ve struggled harder than anybody to keep your head above the water that’s why I didn’t want to tell you about these anxieties that I had.” He kissed my forehead softly running a hand down my side.

“There you go it’s okay to have fears about these types of things. Come on, let’s get some breakfast. Then we can celebrate and have a fun day with whatever you have planned my love.” He kissed my forehead with a small smile on his face.

“Do you have a matching Prince Erik costume?” I teased lightly seeing the pink flush go across my boyfriend’s cheek.

“I do…” I squeezed his hand with a small smile on my face. The fact that my boyfriend had gone this far into giving me just a simple good day off.

“You didn’t have to get a matching outfit Miya, I would have been fine just wearing the dress that you worked so hard to find for me.” I objected and he just laughed a little bit at me kissing my forehead with a small smile.

“I wanted to besides it’ll work for part of a surprise that I have for you at sunset.” I pouted at the idea that he was alluding to having a surprise for me but not telling me in the slightest what it was.

“You know that I hate it when people are like I have a surprise for you but then don’t tell me more details. I hate surprises because the suspense in just exhausting for me.” I kicked my legs back and forth whining at my boyfriend’s way of teasing me.

“It’ll be a good surprise I promise baby. I’m sorry to be such a secret keeper right now but it’s for the best. I just want you to be happy.” My heart melted at the idea that he just wanted to celebrate the idea of being together. I wanted to finish my breakfast as quickly as possible so that I could get on the road with my adorably goofy boyfriend. I accidentally got some food lodged in the back of my throat.

“Whoa, take it easy there sweetheart, don’t give yourself a stomach ache again. I probably shouldn’t have said anything before we leave.” He rubbed my back lightly trying for me to get whatever it was lodged out of my throat.

“Thanks sweetie I’m alright. I’ll be okay. I’m actually full, do you want the rest?” He nodded his head getting the rest of our food into his stomach. I went into the shower to get ready for the day. Putting on the dress that he had bought for me and brushing out my hair I tied my hair back into Ariel’s ponytail with her floppy bangs

“Saki…” I heard Miya’s voice from the now steamy shower as he left the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

"You look like the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my entire life. I love you so much, more than anything. How am I dating this gorgeous creature?” He dramatically leaned against my shoulder and I just laughed at my long time love.

“You’re just as pretty as me if not more so my love get over yourself.” I rolled my eyes at him lightly and he just shook his head at me.

“I’m still saying that you’re prettier. Oh! Before I forget this is your new purse.” He handed me a Flounder purse and my heart positively melted.

“Thank you!” I flung my arms around his neck with a bright smile on my face. He just kissed my forehead with a small loving smile.

“Now that you’re all gorgeous I feel inadequate, be gone with you.” He waved his hand dismissively and I laughed a little bit at him.

“Yes your highness, I have to put on makeup anyways.” I lightly stuck my tongue out at my boyfriend and went into our bathroom. Brushing my teeth and going through the rest of my morning routine I spun around in a small circle in the mirror. I truly felt like the mermaid turned princess in the getup that Miya had accumulated for me.

“It’s remarkable how you look even prettier to me without makeup on but you still look beautiful with it on. I know that you’re just wearing it for the aesthetic and the appeal to look more like your character.” I looked over at my boyfriend now fully dressed in his Erik attire. My heart skipped a beat at my childhood Disney prince come to life right in front of my very eyes.

“You clean up surprisingly nice, who are you and what have you done with my cat-boy boyfriend?” He sarcastically laughed at me but just jokingly flexed his slight muscles.

“Okay don’t go getting a bigger ego than my dad now. Black shoes where did I put you…” I muttered trying to find my black flats that would match the rest of this outfit since I couldn’t function in heels.

“They’re towards the back!” Miya yelled at me and I found the shoes in question and slipped them on getting on final look at myself in the mirror.

“You look absolutely breathtaking. Am I in heaven? Are you an angel Saki?” I blushed a bright pink and tried to use my hands to cover my face.

“Baby, don’t do that shit okay just look at me. Just look right at me. There’s nothing that you need to be embarrassed about around me. I know you, you’re my best friend. Just take some deep breaths with me before you get too far into your own head.” I followed the familiar breathing instructions and tried to follow his cadence for breathing. It always worked better when he was here holding me and making sure that I was breathing deeply and regularly to get me out of my own head.

“Did Haru tell you about his latest customer last night?” I shook my head and my boyfriend just laughed openly, one of my favorite sounds in the entire world.

“Oh god, so this Karen she came in demanding that he make her the tattoo of her baby’s birthday but when he was out of the right shade of pink that she wanted and he told her that she should come back when he had the color in stock, she threw an absolute hissy fit. Said that a cis person wouldn’t have made her go through all the trouble. Do you know what he said to her?” I shook my head knowing that whatever Haru had told her it had to have been a gold line.

“He said ma’am if I may be frank a cis person and a straight person would have thrown you flat on your ass the moment that you opened your mouth and started ranting about not having the right color of pink that you requested once you got here even though I asked you for colors a month in advance but luckily for you I have the patience of a saint and an amazing girlfriend who knows how to help me with my anger management.” I laughed openly totally getting this image of Haru doing Kyo’s count down from 10 to 0 just like in the Fruits Basket anime and manga.

“Thank you Miya that does make me feel so much better now that you told me something stupid. I love you.” I thanked him and he just lightly nuzzled his nose against mine taking a deep breath of my shampoo.

“There is nothing in this whole world that I love more than your laugh my sunflower.” He snuggled against me and I melted into the affection.

“I love your laugh too~ your laugh is so open and unabashed.” His hand entwined with mine and I squeezed his hand.

“I used to hate my laugh when I was a kid it wasn’t until I met you that I learned to love my laugh.” He intertwined his pinky finger with mine. When we had first started being friends we would constantly be holding pinkies when we were together.

“Well you know I was also self conscious of my laugh too. I love laughing with you though because our laughs are both equally loud and they balance each other out. Especially when you’re playing video games, come on amore mio let’s get out of here. Do you think that the boys can handle themselves?” I asked him and he just laughed a little bit at me.

“I think that Skimble can keep Berli in line. You both be good and we’ll be back later tonight.” He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side.

“Do you think that you’d ever go to your brother for another tattoo? Maybe a Little Mermaid one?” I nodded my head. I knew that I should ask my brother to design me another one since I did love the that I had.

“I’m going to call Haru tomorrow and make sure that he has an opening spot for me within the next few weeks. He’s usually really busy but I love supporting his small business.” Miya lightly rested his cheek against my hair.

“I’ll support you and squeeze your hand no matter what the pain is. I know that you can’t deal with pain very well.” My heart squeezed in my chest with a small smile on my face. No matter what I could always count on him to be there for me.

“I love you so much Miya.” He just sighed a little bit kissing my forehead with a small smile on his face. When he lightly guided me through the house and into the car he locked the car door.

“Okay, do you have everything that you need for the day? Nothing else?” I shook my head with a small smile on my face.

“Nope.” I popped the p and he just laughed at me pushing a lock of hair into my ponytail. I got into the car and looked through my bag to make sure that I had seen everything.

“I made sure that everything was in there before you left with it. Maybe some extra things as well.” He squeezed my hand as he pulled out of our apartment complex driveway with a small smile on his face. I opened the purse going through it. I saw the typical things, my phone, but towards the bottom I saw that there was a new set of bracelets, new earrings, and new lipstick there. He must have noticed that I was almost all out of my favorite shade of red.

“Thank you baby, this means so much to me.” He just kissed my hand that he was holding before pulling out of the hold so that he could focus on driving.

“It’s really no need to thank me sweetheart. I just wanted to see your smile. You can pick the music that we listen to.” He handed me his phone and my heart warmed when I saw the familiar lockscreen of me sleeping on his shoulder dead to the world. I went through our music just finding a playlist of my favorites and putting that on shuffle to make things easier for me. The only thing that wasn’t included here was Rush because I had them in their own separate playlist to keep it from being over 24 hours long. Hearing the familiar sounds of Journey’s love song that I had grown up hearing playing through the speakers.

“It’s our song…” Miya smiled nostalgically and I couldn’t help but smile at the memory. We had our own private prom since it was around the time when I got really into American culture and how it all worked. Miya had surprised me by doing such a simple thing and using our local skatepark but decorated for a prom for both of us.

“I’ve loved this song since I was a kid. It always had a special meaning for me. But for years I never really knew what until I met you. It was just a pretty song with lyrics that I loved.” I looked out the car window seeing so many childhood memories of going around the city when I first started skateboarding with my boyfriend. There were so many minor injuries but I wouldn’t change a thing about how I did it now.

“I didn’t know a lot of American songs before I met you. It was through you that you taught me about all different kinds of things. I found kindness in humanity again due to you. I was lonely before I met you and I-sorry I’m getting all sentimental.” I squeezed his arm with a small understanding smile knowing where he was coming from. When you’ve been dating the same person for the last eleven years of your life you learn all their little ticks. Miya’s was that he was surprisingly soft and sentimental.

“It’s okay amore I get it. Are you sure that today isn’t anything important that would make you more sentimental than usual?” He looked down at the steering wheel before sighing a little bit. He tucked a lock of dark hair behind his ear his eyes brimming with tears.

“It’s the anniversary of the day that you first talked to me…” I blinked my red eyes rapidly trying to turn back time and find out if he was right.

“It is? We don’t celebrate that one, how do you remember that?” He just nodded his head with a small smile on his face.

“I know that we don’t celebrate it but I always remember it. I loved you even back then when I was a petty eleven year old that hated the rest of the world for abandoning me. You didn’t give up though. Even when I ignored you when you tried to talk to me. You continued to press me for information about myself and why I loved skating so much.” Miya remembered the moments before we were friends and I just closed my eyes flashing back to that first day. I had seen a young skater when I was blading home from school in the skatepark that had done a rail slide down the railing. I thought that he was beautiful at skating. Little did eleven year old me know that she had just opened Pandora’s box and her life would change forever.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He sighed but looked over at me with his sea green eyes traced with that worriment.

“I didn’t want you to think that I was some kind of creeper weirdo for remembering such a simple thing…” I instantly wrapped my pinky around his with a small understanding smile on my face covered up by a laugh.

“You really are an idiot. Miya, I’ll never think that you’re a creeper. You might be a weirdo but that’s my job to tease you and make fun of you lightly. I can’t blame you for remembering that first day that I reached out to you. It was the first time that somebody had given you an ounce of human kindness in a long time.” My longtime boyfriend’s worriment steadily went away but I still little traces of it in those eyes that I loved so dearly.

“I’ve been kind of low key panicking about that for a good chunk of the day so I’m glad about that.” I squeezed his arm with a small smile on my face.

“I get it okay? I panic all the time about the dumbest of things and I just overanalyze the hell out of my situation before eventually just coming to the conclusion that I am socially awkward and it’s a curse.” I joked and Miya just laughed at me.

“You are the farthest thing from socially awkward you just have to get yourself out of that little turtle shell of yours and open your mind to new ideas. I know that the concept is hard for you but you’ve come a long way from where you were. You were able to make a really amazing friend other than me two of them in fact.” He reminded me lightly kissing my forehead with a small smile on his face as he pulled onto the highway that would lead us to the next town over.

“It was more like Kayla picked me and you know it. I was so bad with friends at first at least least when they weren’t you. I’ve always been good at talking to you baby.” I saw the slight flush on my boyfriend’s cheeks.

“I think it’s because we’re both sort of wallflower loners but it’s okay. I always had you around so I couldn’t be lonely anymore after you came into my life.” I smiled softly at him pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

“I never really needed anybody else other than you tesoro. You were enough to make me happy. Even during those years that we spent apart I just kept thinking that one day I’d come back to you.” He just sighed happily squeezing my hand with a small smile on his face.

“It was hardcore but I needed that time too. I think I of all people was too codependent on you and the friendship that you gave to me. I needed the opportunity to make friends of my own. That and to get my head on straight for what I wanted to do for work. I couldn’t rely on my gorgeous girlfriend forever for clout. I needed to learn how to provide for you.” I sighed a little bit fluttering my hands around in a small circle in front of me just needing something to do with all of this excess energy.

“You didn’t have to provide for me my darling. I can perfectly well provide for myself out here in the world. I love you but that’s the truth. I love that you enjoy what it is that you do for work. It’s fun for you and you always wanted to do something with video games. Being a streamer was always your dream job because then you could work from home.” As we drove into the town I could see the people gathering up their young children for the fair.

“Do you still want to adopt one day?” Miya asked me swiftly changing the subject and I nodded my head seeing a small girl outside walking between her mom and dad.

“I do want to have children and to give them a better life than the one that they’ve known. Maybe older kids and give them a place to call home. Nine year olds and up.” I thought to myself and my boyfriend just smiled softly.

“I rather like the idea of you caring for a smaller child though, one like that mom there.” He noticed and pointed out a young mother that was carrying what had to be a three year old child.

“I just think that you have really good maternal instincts Saki. I’d love to see you with a younger child. We’ll certainly adopt some older ones too but I want at least one less than five.” My heart melted at the idea of him as a dad. I knew the concept of fatherhood was foreign to him but I also knew that he would be amazing at it. He’d teach the kids to skate, play video games, show them various anime’s. He’d be the best nerdy father figure.

“Just keep the gooey stuff away from the baby.” I lightly warned knowing that he would but just wanting to lightly mock him.

“Oh please, I’m not stupid no matter how much you call me an idiot.” I lightly drew a small circle into my dress just trying to do something with my hands.

“Just because I call you an idiot doesn’t make you stupid caro. It means that you sometimes do things that are silly.” I reminded him lightly and he just smiled softly at me leaning his head against my shoulder with a hum.

“I know you do hey look sweetheart, there’s the amusement park.” I looked ahead of me and saw all the rides and attractions as well as the games that were ahead of the parking lot. Miya got out of the car first and rushed to open my door.

“I could have gotten it.” I protested and he just took my hand squeezing it encouragingly with a small smile on his face.

“It’s okay baby I wanted to get your door for you. Come on, let’s have some fun~” He sang song and I nodded my head with a small smile on my face. We walked together to the front of the ticket counter.

“Two tickets please.” I buried my head into my boyfriend’s neck with a small smile on my face. He must have sensed the light nervousness that I had about how this day was going to go.

“Are you the one who called in about the-“ Miya nodded his head rapidly making the mime to stop talking right then and there.

“The what now?” He just leaned his cheek against my hair wrapping his arm around my waist with a small smile on his face.

“Nothing Saki, it’s a surprise for later on today. I had a carriage ride planned out and this guy just ruined it.” He whined and I couldn’t help but feel tears come to my eyes at the amount of planning that must have gone into this. We were handed our day passes for the amusement park and we got them scanned as we went under the tunnel that led us to the bright and shiny main street.

“Excuse me lady, are you princess Ariel?” A small girl who couldn’t have been more than four years old asked me. I beamed down at the girl realizing that when Ariel wore this costume she didn’t talk.

“That’s not Ariel you idiot she has the wrong hair color.” The boy that the girl was with reprimanded his friend harshly and I felt a small shiver of panic go through me.

“My girlfriend might not be the real Ariel but she is a fellow Little Mermaid fan. Also brat, I’d watch your tone when you speak to her. She’s a lot nicer than you’ll ever be. You can’t treat people like you’re better than they are just because you feel superior.” I knew that my boyfriend felt like he was talking to a younger version of himself and my heart ached.

“It’s true, I’m not the princess that you want me to be. I’d still love to take a picture with you though if you still wanted to. What I’m doing right now, it’s called cosplay. I wear the costume of the character and it helps me to feel more confident. I’ve done with a handful of other characters but they all match my hair color.” I reasoned with the little tike in front of me and she just nodded her head at me grabbing her mother.

“Mama! She says that she’s a cosplayer.” The mother looked at me with a small sort of fake smile on her face.

“Oh did she now?” Miya’s arm tightened around my waist his protective nature coming through in full force.

“Mhm! She’s Princess Ariel today, she’s so beautiful isn’t she?” The mother just picked up her daughter and what looked to be her son.

“You are both despicable both claiming to be characters for the lives of young children.” I heard Miya mutter, maybe you’re just a despicable mother as I swatted his arm.

“Tesoro let’s just go. I can’t be around here anymore.” He just squeezed my hip as we walked together to him drawing a small circle there.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s just go and have fun. I see the carousel!” He encouraged as a distraction and he instantly led me over there. I saw a seahorse that was one of the riders that you could sit on.

“I’ll help you up there my light in the darkness.” He offered and I looked at him with an understanding smile on my face.

“I can get up there myself.” I whined and he just lightly squeezed my hand. I just knew that I had to let go and let him take care of me.

“I know that you can my love. I just wanted to help you out anyways.” Once the ride came to a stop he gratefully helped me up onto the seat of the horse that I wanted to ride upon.

“Oh my god that is the sweetest thing that I’ve ever seen in my entire life…” A middle aged woman came up to the two of us.

“I grew up watching that movie and I think that you’re absolutely adorable.” Miya squeezed my hand encouragingly.

“Thank you very much ma’am! I wanted to just surprise my girlfriend on her day off. She works as a head chef and is always busy working or her brain is running a million miles an hour.” I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend with a small smile on my face.

“You two are the cutest thing ever!! I love that so much, it reminds me so much of me and my beau. He runs the Disney carnival games.” My heart ached at the idea that there was a good chance that they both met here most likely.

“We’ll have to stop by there later once we get to the end of the day. I’ve been known to be quite a good at carnival games. I just don’t want to win her a giant stuffed animal and then have to carry it around all day.” He squeezed my hands and the worker just got teary eyed at the two of us before going off to start the ride. Carousels had always been my childhood favorite to ride with Haru since he got easily motion sick growing up. Now he was the biggest thrill ride seeker out there and so was Kayla.

“I love you angel, you’re so beautiful today. Don’t mind that stupid bitch of a mother she’s doing a shit job of raising her kid.” I laughed openly at my best friend. Leave it to the love of my life to realize things that I didn’t even think I was worried about.

“Are you okay though amore?” I asked him thinking about his lecture to that bratty kid who couldn’t have been more than four years old.

“I’m fine my light in the darkness. I just wanted to smack that kid upside the head so badly that I was barely restraining myself. How dare he say that any part of my girlfriend is unnatural looking!” He vented and I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at him.

“Miya don’t let that stupid kid get to you. Let’s try and have a nice day okay?” He nodded his head squeezing my hand with a small smile on his face. The ride slowly came to a stop and the operator stopped us giving Miya a massive handful of tickets.

“These are good for any of the games that we have here on the house for being such couples goals. I’ll have to talk Jin into cosplaying with me one day.” I smiled gratefully at the young woman that had supported the both of us.

“Thank you very much ma’am!” I lopped my arm through his and leaned his head against my shoulder. We walked through the park and saw the carnival games that were set up and one booth caught my eye.

“Hey, I think that’s where that woman’s boyfriend works! Look at that massive flounder.” My eyes went all soft and misty when I saw the stuffed version of my favorite Disney side character all set up.

“I’ll win that for you.” Miya promised his fist clenched and I smiled softly at my boyfriend as he walked up to the worker with Jin’s name tag on it.

“Can you do me a favor, do you have more of the large Flounder’s?” Miya asked him and I saw the worker smile softly.

“I keep stock of all my stuffed animals if you want to win one for your beautiful princess. I can tell that she is the apple of your eye. I look at my girlfriend the same way she runs the carousel.” I smiled softly at him when Miya just lightly kissed my forehead but I moved to kiss him.

“We’ll be back by the end of the day to get that for her.” He promised Jin and he just smiled softly at us nodding his head.

“I’ll be looking forward to it. Have a nice day folks!” He got to talking with the next little girl in line to get a stuffed animal.

“I want to see if she gets her animal. If not I’ll get it for her.” Miya watched as the young girl struggled to hold up her gun and her shots went amiss.

“I’m going to go and talk to her.” I nodded my head with a small smile on my face as I watched him go over to the little girl and lightly coach her on how it was done. He helped her to aim the gun so that she’d be able to hit the target.

“Your boyfriend is really good with kids. That’s my daughter.” A man pointed to the young girl with a lilt to his voice that I could tell he loved her.

“He’s always been amazing with children. I think it’s because he’s basically a big kid himself so he’s able to relate to them easier.” I smiled softly at my boyfriend as he cheered for the girl when Jin handed her the stuffed animal that she wanted.

“How long have you two been dating?” Miya put his arm around my shoulders possessively and pulled me closer to my side. I could tell that he was having a bit of a jealous fit but I thought that it was adorable.

“We’ve been dating for the last eleven years now back the hell off.” I laughed a little bit at my boyfriend rolling my eyes at him.

“Tesoro he wasn’t even flirting honestly how do I put up with you half the time when you act like this?” I asked him exasperatedly and he just melted into the touch of my hand against his cheek.

“You have nothing to worry about friend, I’m very much taken. I don’t even play for her team. That’s my husband.” He pointed to a man that was throwing basketballs into a basketball hoop game to win basketballs.

“We’ve been married for the last six years and recently adopted our first child the one that you just helped to win at that target game. I was just about to go and get my hubby to help her but you beat me to it.” Miya kissed my palm that was calming him down and he just sent me the loving smile that I initially fell in love with.

“Great job sweetie! You got the one that you wanted?” The little girl nodded and hugged my boyfriend who blinked owlishly in surprise.

“Thank you mister!! You really helped me and I appreciate it a ton.” She thanked him and he lightly patted the little girl’s head.

“It’s really no problem, I’m Miya, this is my longtime girlfriend Sakura.” He introduced me to the small girl in front of him and I got down on her level.

“Which stuffed animal did you get sweetheart?” She showed me the stuffed Marie that she had picked out and I couldn’t help but smile at the nostalgic value that character brought for me.

“Because I’m lady that’s why, excellent choice she’s always been a personal favorite of mine. We have a gray cat named Berlioz he named him.” I jerked a thumb at my boyfriend who just smiled at the two of us interacting.

“That was the first Disney movie that I ever saw. She showed it to me because I didn’t have the luxury of Disney movies growing up. I think that we are actually going to go and ride some rides, but you have a good day with your dad’s okay?” The little girl nodded her head with a small wave as I sighed wistfully at her retreating.

“That’s going to be us one day. I want to adopt kids so bad.” Miya just squeezed my hand with an understanding smile while pointing to a moderately intense looking rollercoaster.

“What about that one next baby?” I looked at the ride in question while nodding my head hesitantly. I had a feeling that the wind would probably majorly mess up my ponytail but it would be worth it. Miya loved rollercoasters and I loved hearing him laugh while he was on them. It never failed to light up my heart and live rent free in my head.

“Sure, it looks like you’d enjoy that one! Did you seriously buy a horse and carriage ride knowing that I’ve always wanted to do that?” He nodded his head with a light pink flush on his cheeks. I couldn’t help but lean that much closer to him wanting him to know what he had done really meant something to me.

“I wanted to surprise you and spoil you because I don’t get to do it very often. You don’t usually let me.” He whined plaintively and I couldn’t help but laugh at his childish nature.

“That’s because if I let you then you’d never stop wanting to. I can’t let you buy me everything caro. I have to take care of myself.” Miya took the hand that he was holding and pressed a gentle kiss to it as we got in line for the rollercoaster that he wanted to go on.

“You don’t have to do everything all by yourself. You’re not a one woman show you never have been. I know that you love having your independence and I wouldn’t want to take that away from you for anything in the entire world.” He reminded me lightly. I knew that he was right but it was my own stubborn sense of pride that got in the way of things sometimes.

“Sweetheart it’s alright to rely on me for certain things. Especially ones that I like to buy for you. Today I’m spoiling you and you’re going to lie back and not get your wallet out all day.” He swore jokingly and I couldn’t help but laugh at his over exaggerated nature of being a gentlemen.

“Okay okay cat-boy I won’t pay for anything. You didn’t have to jokingly threaten me or anything like that.” He leaned against me as the line moved forward ever so slightly. The day was rather crowded especially since it was a Friday afternoon. Once we got to the front of the line and Miya and I got to sit together at the back of the train. The train instantly started moving super fast and I closed my eyes.

“My light in the darkness open your eyes.” Miya encouraged me and he squeezed my hand and I instantly felt this shred of panic go through my body. When I looked over at my boyfriend he had a bright smile on his face. He was laughing loudly at the idea the rollercoaster and I felt my heart lighten.

“I love you.” I screamed over the rest of the sound of the rollercoaster and I laughed at him a little bit. He was beautiful.

“I love you too gorgeous!” He showed through his laughter. I knew that for the rest of the day I would be letting him pick the rides. Miya’s openness and his beauty was never something that failed to take my breath away. As the rollercoaster pulled into a stop and I pushed my hair into my eyes. I pulled my hair back into my ribboned ponytail.

“Was that ride too intense for you my love? Here, let me redo your hair.” I nodded my head with a small smile on my face.

“It was a lot of fun actually! I love watching you being happy. You can pick the rest of the rides that we go on~” I leaned into the touch of my boyfriend’s gentle hands running through my hair. He was always so gentle with me it was something that never failed to make melt positively into a puddle.

“Are you sure that you want to go on the rest of the rides with me choosing them?” I nodded my head with a small smile on my face. I had desperately just wanted to hear my boyfriend laugh all day long. It had been so long since I had the opportunity to hear it for a full day.

“The next one will be more your speed!” Miya led me over to my favorite ride at the parks that would allow for me fly amongst the sky.

“You hate this ride…” He shook his head with a small smile on his face leaning against me. He leaned against my forehead with a small smile on his face.

“I don’t hate it, I actually rather love it. Mostly because you look so cute when you’re all happy like that.” He reminded me lightly as the line moved a lot faster this time around. Our buckle got put down and I instantly felt like flying. This ride always made me feel like I was on the back of a broom. Throughout much of my childhood this was one of the few rides that Haru actually enjoyed because it was soothing. Miya clung to my shoulder but I could still see that he was happy.

“Miya, look at the ground! You can see the whole theme park from here.” I looked down my breath being taken away by the beauty of everything in front of us.

“That is really quite beautiful. Nowhere near as beautiful as my company though.” I flushed a hot pink hearing the light laughter of my boyfriend against my head where his cheek was resting.

“It’s adorable that even after eleven years I can still make you just as flustered as I did when we were thirteen.” My heart squeezed in my chest and I just lightly rolled my eyes at him. We got off the ride shortly after but walked around back to the rollercoaster section of the park.

“Come on sunflower, that one looks not too crazy. There is a loop though if you don’t want to do that than I totally understand.” My boyfriend told me and I instantly felt this little shred of panic go through me. While I could handle rollercoasters I wasn’t the biggest fan of ones with loops. Still though, the idea of Miya’s laugh stuck in my head and I knew that if we went on the crazy coaster that I’d hear it again.

“I can handle it tesoro. I know that I can because I want to hear your laugh again.” He just smiled softly at me putting his arm soothingly around my shoulders.

“In my defense the only reason that I want to go on another thrill ride is so that I can do your hair again. I love doing your hair because it’s something that only you let me do.” Miya softly led me over to the line that was in front of a small rollercoaster.

“I am going to take it easy with you today because I want you to be happy more than anything. You’re my best friend.” My heart warmed at the idea of celebrating this day with the love of my life. It made me smile that he was actively caring about me and worrying about what I would want to do.

“Are you sure caro? You love rollercoasters…” He just smiled softly at me leaning his forehead against mine happiness in those sea green eyes of his.

“I do love rollercoasters but you know what I love more? It’s you. You’re everything to me sweetheart and going out of my way to make sure that you’re happy that’s the most important thing. I have one more surprise at sunset too.” I blinked at him. What was it with him today and surprises? I didn’t feel like I was worthy of all these various surprises.

“You stop that right now my darling, I already know where your mind is going.” He lightly kissed me and I just smiled softly into the kiss.

“I just don’t feel like I’m worthy of all these extravagant gifts…” Miya just squeezed my hand understandingly.

“It’s okay that you don’t feel like you’re worthy because I know you are. Sometimes our brains tell us things that simply aren’t true. Yours tells you that you’re a burden and that you aren’t worthy of the love and affection that you get from other people.” I sighed a little bit because damn it, my boyfriend had a good point.

“You’re right as per usual amore. I’ll be alright I promise. We’ll still have a great day! It’s just I need to to stop analyzing everything.” He lightly pulled me along the line and we got seated towards the front this time around. The entire day of riding rides, eating junk food, and just spending the day with my boyfriend was something more than I could have ever asked for.

“We’ll get your stuffed animal after this surprise.” My boyfriend told me getting out a blindfold. I looked at him curiously but put it around my eyes anyways.

“You are so lucky that I trust you tesoro.” I told him teasingly and he just squeezed my hand as he led me to some place where I could hear slight running of water.

“You can take the blindfold off now my love…” I looked at the river in front of us and saw a boat in front of me.

“Are we doing the scene?!” I asked him excitedly and he rubbed the back of his neck in his awkward tick. I squeezed his hand.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I asked him rapidly and I heard his soft chuckle before he just pulled me to him into a hug.

“I’m fine. I’ve wanted to tell you something for a while. Since Christmas.” My brain did the math. Christmas was over eight months ago and it was now late summer just started to cool down into early fall.

“Let’s just get in the boat…” He carefully guided me into the row boat and slowly started rowing us away from the shore. “Miya what’s wrong caro?” I questioned trying to not let my worry seep into my actual tone and my boyfriend just filtered around his pocket.

“Saki… I had a script for this but I feel like now I’m just going to wing it.” I looked over at him as he took my hand and stopped rowing the boat.

“Ever since the first day that you started talking to me at school I’ve loved you. I might have been too much a stubborn brat to notice it at the time but it was always there. It was there in the way that you persisted and kept trying to talk to me even though I acted like a little shitbird and told you to leave me the hell alone. I didn’t know it at the time but that day going into Sia La Luce changed my entire life. It was the day that I saw this entirely different side to you. You weren’t just the snot nosed popular girl but you were passionate, outspoken, determined, independent, and absolutely the most amazing girl that I had ever met. After we started becoming friends part of me didn’t want it to end. It didn’t want for you to become friends with other people because I thought that they’d take my role in your life.” Miya started and I saw him reach into his pocket for something before taking his hand back out.

“When you told me that you loved me before I ever got the chance to tell you, I was pissed. I couldn’t have been man enough to tell you the way that I felt and you had to tell me in order to tell you. I promised myself that in that moment I’d never stop telling you how much I loved you. There aren’t enough words in any language or any dictionary for me to tell you how much I love you. Every day that I spend with you is the best day of my life. Before you came into my life I was living a life full of loneliness and I treated everyone around me coldly. You brought the warmth back into my life. You gave me a purpose that I could be a good enough person to consider your friend. I wanted you to not regret picking me that day. You could have remained the most popular girl in class but instead you decided to just be my best friend.” As Miya went on I saw him continue to fiddle with the item that was in his pocket that was bringing him so much anxiety.

“When we started dating I’ve never been happier. I got to hold your hand, kiss you, be with you all the time, and I could finally do something with the feelings that I had for you from day one of our relationship. Dating you all throughout high school and getting to be there for you through all that hell and all that anxiety. Through all the shit that my mom put you through when she made you feel inadequate everything you’ve stayed by my side. All I’ve ever wanted was to stay by your side for forever.” He reached into his pocket puling out the object that he was holding in there. It was a ring box. I gasped instantly feeling tears come to my eyes and start overflowing.

“Sakura Nanjo, will you make me the happiest man alive, and make me Miya Nanjo?” I felt the sobs leave me. I couldn’t believe that he had gone through all of this trouble to do something that he could have done at home. Taking me out on a boat to recreate my favorite Disney scene ever made just so he could do something as simple as propose to me.

“Is it too soon?! Shit- I knew that you told me that you wanted to wait until you were settled into your new job and everything and you’ve only been doing the pro chef thing for a little over a year now.” I instantly threw my arms around my future fiancé’s neck. I couldn’t allow for him to just continue stewing in self loathing.

“It’s a yes you idiot. Of course I’ll marry you. I’d love nothing else in this whole world. You’re incredible Miya Nanjo. Are you sure that you don’t want for me to take your last name?” I asked him my voice watery and he just shook his head at me tightening his arms around my waist.

“I love you so much Saki, thank you for everything. Thank you for saying yes to me and allowing for me to propose to you. Thank you for saying yes. The Chinen name means nothing to me. I’d much rather be a part of your family.” I softly played with the ends of his hair as he lightly cried against my shoulder. It broke my heart how his mother had never even cared enough to notice her son as anything more than a meal ticket.

“You are a part of my family baby, the best part of my family. You’ll always be part of my family okay? There isn’t a way in this earth that I would ever say no to you when you asked me to marry you. Did you really get a horse drawn carriage or was that just a cover for all of this?” My boyfriend laughed lightly against my shoulder where his head was resting.

“I did get you a horse drawn carriage woman chill I’m coming down from a panic attack.” I laughed a little bit at my boyfriend kissing him lightly.

“You really had nothing to worry about tesoro. Nothing would make me happier than being your wife. Absolutely nothing in the whole wide world.” I leaned my head against him with a small smile smile on my face as he sat back down.

“That was probably the most nerve-racking thing that I’ve ever done in my entire life.” I smiled understandingly at him squeezing his hand.

“You did not need to go this hard in your proposal Miya. I would have accepted a simple take out meal at home.” He squeezed my hand with a small smile on his face tucking a lock of pink hair into my ponytail.

“I know that you would have but I wanted to do something more special for you. Come on, let’s head out of here.” I smiled softly at him as he road back on the boat. I looked around at the atmosphere around the two of us.

“I still can’t believe that you did all of this for me… everything….” Miya just lightly cradled my cheeks in his palms kissing me.

“This is something that I wanted to do for you. I want to look after you and take care of you for the rest of my life. I love you more than anything in the entire world.” I repeated the sentiment and my heart melted as we repeated back toward the exit.

“Come on my light in the darkness. We need to get you onto that horse and get you that Flounder.” I cheered at the prospect of getting my stuffed animal as we stopped off at the carnival games. Jin waved us down and I smiled brightly at the worker.

“You already know what to do man, but this time for one of the big ones you need to hit it ten times.” Miya kissed me for luck and I went to sit down next to him. I watched as my boyfriend hit the target ten times in a row.

“Nice going! Okay, here’s your Flounder ma’am. Congratulations on the engagement!” He encouraged us and I squeezed the new stuffed animal that I had received. “Do you love him baby?” I nodded my head with a small smile on my face as I hugged my fiancé tightly. I looked down at the ring on my finger and saw the sparkling diamond there.

“It really is beautiful. It’s simple and not too big…” He nodded his head against my shoulder with a small smile on his face.

“I wanted to get you something simple but a to the same time something that you’d still enjoy.” I nodded my head gratefully as I leaned into the embrace of my best friend.

“Well you amore succeeded at picking out the perfect engagement ring!” I encouraged him. I had never been one for gaudy makeup or rings mostly because I preferred the simple and elegant things.

“I was so worried that you’d hate it…” I lightly cradled his cheek in my palm forcing him to look up at me.

“Even if I did for some weird reason hate the ring that you had picked for me, I would love it because it came from you. I don’t need some big fancy wedding. I’d prefer a smaller one with family and friends.” He nodded with a small huff of a laugh against my shoulder as I saw the horse and carriage that was up the road.

“Mr Chinen?” The horse driver asked us and my newly found fiancé nodded. Fiancé that was going to take some getting used to.

“Congratulations to you both!” The worker helped the two of us onto the back of the car. I squeezed Miya’s hand tightly throw my own.

“I love you, so much tesoro.” He kissed me lightly and rested his forehead against mine. He squeezed my hands in his.

“I love you too my savior, more than anything else on this earth.” The carriage road down the cobblestone road and I snuggled deeper into my fiancé’s arms. This had been the best day of my life. Hands down, no contest I’d do it all again.

[thirstythylacine]

Stress Relief

Alright. This damn band and fandom has got the best of me finally.

Haven't written in over 10 years. Definitely never written smut before.

I've given in! There are pages and pages of smut notes in my journals, phone, and computer so I guess this is my new hobby in quarantine.

Relatively unedited so apologies there. 

Yell at me here, or yell at me on AO3 under the same name. 

Also I have a very limited knowledge of how the hell this cursed site works despite being on it for most of its existence. So if there's shit I didn't tag correct here let me know.

Also Tumblr apparently hates making the italicized bits appear here so I’ll reblog this in a sec with the AO3 link if you, like me, really like seeing the emphasis :)

I am otherwise too lazy currently to figure it out or fix it and I’m already reposting this since Tumblr also apparently hates outside links! Thanks Hell Site. 

STRESS RELIEF

He’s been working on this project for a week straight and as usual it’s cutting into personal hours. Though that doesn’t faze him, scribbling notes in the margin of this current translation and completely forgetting to call for dinner. It’s 10:30 at night and I’ve brought him ever meal today as well as coffee multiple times. At this point it’s half just so I can make sure he’s still awake and breathing.

His dinner looks untouched and he’s got ink on his cheek. I don’t even think he noticed me come in until I was right behind his chair with my hands on his shoulders. He only startles a bit and I lean forward to peek at his progress. “You’ve gotten far today” I note, “Though dinner was over two hours ago you know.”

He sighs sitting back against me. “I know Tesoro, I know. This one is just.....very difficult. And she wants it earlier than the rest.” He drops the pen and stretches his fingers. “If I can get this one to her before Friday I think we can have a few days off finally.”

It would be a relief for us both to have a few days off. He squirms as I press at the knots in his shoulder.

"I will literally stand guard outside this office to fend people off if it will help. I was starting to think I might have to tie you up somewhere to keep you from coming into the office this weekend.” He breathes in sharply once and there's a moment of stillness before he’s laughing quietly. Interesting.

I’m solidly around the front side of his desk before I notice the flush on his face. Double interesting.

The last paper in front of him has been moved aside in favor of the dinner plate. He’s frowning at it. The dish isn’t one that would be particularly appetizing cold. “I think......perhaps a trip to the kitchen might serve us better?” I offer. “You can find something better than that and I can find something for desert. I think Papa mentioned there was pie tonight.”

Pie makes a good dinner.” He says with a quirk of the eyebrow. Problem solved.

———

“Hey!” I gasp as his teeth scrape down my neck. “Hey, I told you, none of that tonight. I have a ton of important meetings tomorrow. You know, the kind with people from Outside This Church whom I need to view me as respectable, buddy.” He isn't looking at me but growls a little against my skin.

I tangle my hands in his hair and tug sharply back to meet his wild eyes with mine. “No biting.” “You’re gonna have to save those hickeys for tomorrow, Cardinal...”

He’s adorably huffy about it but also doesn’t falter as he ruts against me. His hips grind sharply into my thighs, pressing me hard down into the cushions of his couch. His arms have me caged in below him and he rests his forehead against mine with a low moan.

At some point we’ll have to decide if we’re moving to a bed, or at least stopping long enough to take off literally any clothing instead of writhing on the furniture like teenagers. It’s so good this way though.

I came by to drop off the last few papers for him to finish and somehow convinced him they could be done in the morning. I meant to also convince him to come have another late dinner in the kitchens but he's in a mood and I can't complain. Having him over me, desperate and needy is better than any drug. I busy myself with the buttons on his jacket and shirt, impatient to get my hands into his chest hair. He hums as I run my fingers through it, and lower. His mouth is at my ear, his nose in my hair. I tug at his belt as he arches over me.

“We should go go to bed” he whispers “we should go to bed so I can fuck you into the weekend. I want to wrap you around me and make you cum until you can’t remember your name”. The words coming out of his mouth are getting deep and breathy. That voice.

Even his perfectly normal, reasonable Latin lectures make me want to get on my knees for him. I'm pretty certain the whole class feels that way. Technically, I know I’m not the only one he sleeps with either but recently I seem to have lucked out.

“You can’t” I growl back as he presses me down. “As much as I’d love to have you buried in me from now until Sunday, you still have 'homework' for tomorrow and I.... I can’t bag out of my important meetings. Sister will literally have me murdered if I leave her alone with those delegates.”

He moans low and deep grabbing at my thigh to pull me further under him, tighter against him. We press back and forth rocking against each other and making out. He’s driving against me over and over in a way that will have me undone very shortly. I have to bury my face in his shoulder to keep my whimpers quiet. Office hours are over but the door isn’t locked and Ghouls have a way of showing up when shit is about to get good.

I'm starting to lose it. “Please, Copia, please, pleaseplease” I beg. He grinds into me slower and slower pressing closer and longer and I think I could die from needing to cum. His breath is in my ear choppy and hot. Little wines, murmurs spilling from his mouth as he gets closer to the edge.

My body arcs up against him, my hands trapped against his chest as an orgasm washes over me. Head thrown back into the cushion I cry out when he sucks at the skin at my collar. I’m gasping as I come down. And then I realize.

Yanking my hands from between us to grab at his head. “COPIA, Satanus! What the fuck did I just say!” He’s a bit of a mess this close to an orgasm and only whines at me when I scold him. His rhythm is getting lost now and though I'm mildly pissed about the bite, I don’t think there’s a better time to test my new interesting theory than now.

I wind the fingers of my left hand tight into his hair and grab harshly at his hips with my right. “Bite me again and see what happens Cardinal. Don’t make me tie you down next time.”

He comes hard. Face buried in my collarbone despite my hard grip on his hair. He’s arched so hard into me I think I’ll be feeling it well into next week. We collapse slowly into the couch. It’s hot and sweaty not to mention the utter mess he's just made. Whatever. He must own 20 pairs of those black pants anyways.

I stroke his hair and laugh softly into it as he tries to regain some steadiness of breath. “Well then, Cardinal.” I arch my eyebrow at him and he's absolutely blushing. He won't quite make eye contact and I can't keep this crooked smirk off my face. He buries his face back against me and grumbles “Maybe time for a real dinner, Tesoro?” as the office door opens. A silver face peeks through, checking the desk and then turning to see us tangled on the couch. “Oh! Sorry, boss. Just, uh, making sure the, uh, lights were off in here. Yeah.” “But um, never mind if you’re still in here working!” The voice fades as the face retreats quickly.

Copia makes a tired sound. “Ghouls.”

———

The free weekend has been axed.

Delegates from the Unitarian Church apparently liked our pitch enough that they decided to hang around for a few days and view the abbey in it’s working state. On the one hand it’s great. Not completely bonkers church allies would be incredibly helpful to us. But I'm mentally tapped out from the socializing. Copia too, has been dragged into the fray. Unlike our Third Papa he can be counted on to treat our guest well without shamelessly flirting with each and every one of them. Unitarian Universalists might not immediately kick a bunch of Satanists out of church club but they still probably view married couples as a little less fair game than Terzo does.

They leave just in time for us to jump right in on the next round of translations. Some books from our archives can only be opened for a few nights a year or a decade. Some can only be opened for a few hours at a time, or only in the perfect humidity, or only by a woman, or a ghoul, or Papa. It’s a particular kind of puzzle game to schedule the translations of these texts. Plus very few people can translate them at all let alone as quickly as the Cardinal.

Imperator schedules, I ferry book and papers. He translates. I return books and papers and organize translations by type and date so we can digitize them later. It’s part of the push to get this church into a modern century. Making an effort to have other church allies is as well. Nihil is totally against it even though his sons are all for it. Or maybe that’s because his sons are all for it.

Everyone is tired. Everyone is busy. The congregation is much bigger than it used to be but still there isn't a lot of down time. We've got a horde of siblings at our disposal to help with all the cleaning, data entry, filing, etc. but someone still needs to steer the ship.

It turns out that managing people is a pain in the ass and regretfully I'm good at it.

Thankfully I still end up spending most of my day filing and organizing piles. It's boring but methodical and leaves me with enough brain space to let my mind rest or wander as it chooses.

I'm deep into sorting notes from the early 30's so we can see if anything matches up with books from that era but my mind has wandered back to the Cardinal's ass in his red pants.

He stepped away from the monstrous paper pile for coffee this morning but two moments later was back leaning across the front of his desk to scribble a note in the margins of whatever he's trying to decipher. It's a very nice ass.

It's been over a week since we've been able to do anything more than snag a kiss between meals, sleep, and work. It's fine, except that it really, really isn't. Stress relief is important. And doing it myself is currently feeling a little subpar when the alternative is so incredibly attractive.

Also. There's this whole other aspect of him that I really want to get another glimpse of. We have been mostly on equal footing or he's been in charge since we've been seeing each other, but I know that's not all there is. Not just because of the way he blushes when I boss him around but also because of that dinner months ago where a wine drunk Terzo whispered in my ear all sorts of things about how delightful and versatile a bed partner Copia is.

I think I want to know all the ways to make him whimper and beg.

Unbeknownst to him, Thursday night we're going to catch a break. Imperator is headed out of town with a few of the Emeritus family for some swearing in of a little sect or two a few cities over. Copia and I have been excused to finish up one really time sensitive book and they're going to be gone for two whole days.

Of course, I know that the book is finished already. He did the last bit around 2am and I just couldn't bring myself tell her in case she decided to dump another stack on us as she walked out the door. Two days isn't enough for a real vacation but it's definitely enough for a little rest and stress relief.

______

I feel like I'm laying a trap. Getting us out of work, convincing him to come back to his rooms to change for dinner.

There's a tiny unmarked bottle of lube tucked on the hallway table next to the Baphomet statue where he hangs his keys. Normally he never looks at that table, just drops his keys across it, puts his hat on Baphomet's head, and comes to collapse on the couch or bed.

There he is though, looking at the bottle curiously, fingers starting to unbutton the top of his jacket unconsciously as his brow creases. I have to move fast. I walk up and my hands take over for his. Unbuttoning the jacket and pushing it back over his shoulders but not taking it off of him. I push at his chest gently until he steps back all the way against the heavy wood door.

"Tesoro, I... " He looks down at my face as I'm unbuttoning his shirt. My hands work downwards and I see as he completely forgets about the bottle. "Hello there" he says with a smile and slides his hands into my hair to turn my face up towards him. I get an arched eyebrow, a little half smile, and then, a little hitched breath as I tug open his belt.

I lean in to rub my nose under his jaw and breathe him in. His arms come up to pull me close and I can feel the rumble in his chest. We stand for a moment in peace, enjoying the closeness before I tug his hands down to lay flat against the door. "Keep them there, alright?" I whisper in his ear.

He breathes out an unsteady yes while I lay kisses down his neck. His trousers are undone and he hums through his teeth as I take him out and stroke him. Lightly over and over. Teasing gently. His head is back with eyes closed which is perfect.

When I ease my lube slick hand down his dick his whole body jolts and his eyes fly open to stare at me. "Oh! Ohhh...." Hands tight against the door his hips push forward into my hand and he screws his eyes closed again as I stroke him a second time.

"F...uck. Oh. Fuck. Tesoro..." he whimpers and the sound strikes deeply hot at the center of me.

I keep my touch firm but slow. A steady torcherous pace. I wonder how long I can keep him here. Trapped between my body and the door, gasping and moaning as I tease him higher and higher.

I want to talk to him but I'm a little afraid this will end too soon if I do so I settle for brushing my lips across his, across his face, against his sideburns until he's begging. "Tesoro, pleeease. PPlease. Ah. Ah. Oh, lord, Tesoro. I need....ah, please."

His face is plastered to my neck and I dig my free hand into his hair to hold him there. He hasn't moved his hands an inch though I see them tremble and grasp.

"You're doing so well, yeah?" I whisper. "You sounds so good like this. I love it. I love hearing how badly you need this." I can feel his knees knock a little as I speak to him. "I've been thinking about this for weeks. Making you come undone for me like this. Did you think I hadn't noticed how pink you get when I tell you what to do?"

"Ah, Satanus. Por favor...." he wines. "por favor....." His hips are trying to press forward, but I've got him tight against the door. I up the pace of my strokes until he can hardly speak. Low gasps and whimpers escape him as I bring him higher.

"Are you close love? I need you to tell me when you're close. I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum." That pulls a little wail from him and he gasps, crushing his face deeper into my neck. "Oh, Santanus. Oh, Lucifer. "

"You gonna beg me, sweetheart?" I husk in his ear. "Come on. Say please?"

He doesn't manage it, curling tight over my body as he comes. His arms forget the door to crush me against him. Fingers grip my back and shoulder so hard it almost hurts and I can hear his breath stop completely for a moment. I let him hold me, pressing myself tight up against him, toes to head.

It hardly feels like he is going to stand on his own so I just clean him up with a conveniently located cloth and pepper his face with little kisses. I brush the damp hairs back from his brow and when he lifts his eyes to mine he still flushes a even brighter red.

I must look entirely too pleased with myself because he quickly closes them again and lets his head fall back against the door with a solid "thunk."

"Fuck", he breathes, "I...ah, just.....Fuck."

I am pleased with myself. Humming softly I tuck him back into his trousers and pull the edges of his collar down so I can kiss him long and hard before patting his chest and moving away back into his rooms. He doesn't follow me and I look back to see him still leaning against the door staring.

"Dinner?" I ask with a bright innocent smile.

He growls with narrowed eyes and launches himself into the room. Shrieking with laughter I race to the other side of his couch. "Come here..." he murmurs. And when I don't move he crooks a finger at me. "Topolino. Come on. Come. Here. "

It's so goddamn hot. I want to.

But.

"Make me." It's impossible to keep a grin off my face knowing that the whole wing of this abbey is definitely going to hear about when he catches me. I have the advantage of steady feet, but his eyes are dark and his smile dangerous.

I am super, super fucked.

[black-wolf066]

TUA Season 2 Thoughts

Okay, I know I’m extremely late to the game here, and I’m sure a lot of people have already touched base on the good and bad moments of this season; so I promise that the bad points that I do touch upon, will be short cause I do want to focus on what I loved.

First and foremost, I want to say that I did love season 2 with my whole freaking heart! I was ooooooh so very wrong with a lot of my predictions (and right in others *cough* Lila *cough*) but as I continued watching, I couldn’t bring myself to care (not too much anyway, there were a few things I was mad at, but meh).

 I loved seeing Hazel and I loved that the big oaf at least got 20 years with Agnes before she finally passed on. While I wish we could have seen snippets of that life and love rather then just flash backs to them in season 1; I’m still happy that Hazel got to live his life the way that he wanted to live it. Sure, I wasn’t happy that they killed him off, but for plot purposes it made sense—but on a lighter note, at least he could cross over into the afterlife and be happy with Agnes again. Right?

 Elliott is a hoot and I feel so bad that he died. All that poor man wanted was validation that he wasn’t crazy (which he got) and for someone to eat his damn Jell-O (I love ambrosia btw, but even I wouldn’t eat that ambrosia he made… sorry Elliott).

The sibling interactions between ALL OF THEM!!! JUST AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! It’s everything I could have hoped for and then some!!! The slap fight between Klaus and Ben on the street, Ben’s “You’re so independent, you fight your own damn battles”. Five and Luther reuniting “She’s too young for you” “Dad should have left him on the moon” (I snort laughed at both of these sentences). Then there’s Klaus and Allison reuniting, Allison not even hesitating to jump into the pool to hug her brother. OR THE WHOLE FAMILY REUNION!!! That Vanya and Allison hug! That hug as Klaus joined in and planted a kiss on the top of Vanya’s head!!!! The whole interaction between Allison and Diego “Can’t say Hi to anyone?” just omg, I could go forking on and on with this, because the banter and snappy comments from all of them are just total sibling culture and I relate sooooooooo much to it. (best believe I will jump on someone’s back like a damn spider monkey to protect my siblings, but I’d also sooner shank them too)

RAYMOND AND ALLISON!!!!! I’m ALLLLLLLLL FOOOOOOR THIS RELATIONSHIP!!!!! LIKE OMG!!!!!! WHY DIDN”T SHE TAKE HIM WITH HER!!!!! THEY ALREADY SCREWED THE TIMELINE UP ENOUGH BY JUST EXISTING THERE IN 1963 ANYWAY!!!! Like seriously, I’m actually upset that she didn’t take him with her, and now it looks like her daughter doesn’t even exist either… like omg Allison, sweet heart. Nooooooo.

I LOVE Luther’s development this season, the fact that he goes to apologize to Vanya, and actually takes blame for what happened, just makes me happy to know that the big lug is trying. Yea I know he took the gun with him, but honestly, I can’t blame him either. He was obviously scared and didn’t know what he would walk into, would she try and kill him again? Like we know the gun wouldn’t do sh*t to help him, but Luther wasn’t sure of that. Plus he never actually pulls it, his hand is constantly on it, but he never pulls it out, which shows that hurting her was not the end game. He wanted to actually apologize and he hoped that his sister would hear him out enough to allow him to do it.

I loved sissy and vanya. The friendship that turned to romance was cute, and while I’m still iffy with it because Sissy was married, I also understand to a small degree that Sissy truly felt stuck. Even without Vanya’s interference, I highly doubt Sissy would have been able to get a divorce and manage to keep possession of her son. Carl is an absolute bag of d*cks, and with Carl having a brother in the police force, who’s to say that they couldn’t spin something that would allow them to take Harlan away from her? I honestly can see a divorce between these two getting messy and none of the outcomes working in Sissy’s favor. She would have never been happy inside or outside of her marriage. But Vanya gave her the hope that she might actually find it. (IDK, I’m still really on the fence with it, and the infidelity, but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy Sissy/Vanya’s cute little moments while it lasted…)

Also, can I just say, Sissy blowing the scent of coffee into Vanya’s sleeping face, was truly and utterly adorable and such a dorky thing to do and I loved it.

ALL OF THE KLAUS AND ALLISON INTERACTIONS!!!! ALL OF THEM!!!

THAT SALON SCENE!!!

THAT DANCE AT THE SALON!!!

Also, not going to lie, Odessa was a bad ass b*tch and I love and will protect that woman as much as I will love and protect Raymond Chestnut. I don’t even care that Odessa was only in a few episodes, that woman stole my damn heart and I truly would have loved to see more scenes with her and Allison and the friendship they had.

The elevator ride going up to the light supper, the freaking conch shell, and the siblings’ interactions during the whole thing (Allison rumoring Diego to punch himself, and Vanya’s cheeky “oops” after showing off her powers, just *chefs kiss*).

Ben and Vanya!!! I FORKING CRIED!!! I had to bloody pause the damn episode because my tears were getting in the way of me watching!!!! (trust me, there was a long moment of silence for Ben after that.)

All of them piling into Vanya’s car on her way to save Harlan. That entire scene was a masterpiece “Child get in the back” followed by Klaus just flopping on top of Diego and Allison, like OMG!!! And Luther… poor Luther “If I hear one fat joke, I’m out”

Everything to do with Five and Older Five was hilarious. I’m sorry call me immature, but the fart jokes were funny (even if they did start to get old after a while). Also, poor Luther, once more. We stan one lousy spotter but a brother who tried his forking best anyway.

Luther being a big (little) brother and covering Allison AND Klaus during the hail of bullets.

Klaus being observant and noting things long before anyone else. Like even at the end, when Vanya was taking her power back, everyone else was watching her but not Klaus. He kept glancing around himself while also taking in the scene periodically. There is something there, I can forking feel it. Between that pill scene in season 1, him looking up to the moon with no reason to do so, him spotting The Handler and Lila, him knowing/guessing that Lila can only mirror one power at a time—despite never actually fighting her himself—it all has to add up to something??? RIGHT???

I didn’t think I would like the Swedes… yet here I am putting them in this column. Still mad that they killed Hazel (but as Five told Lila, the job was a job, it was never anything personal). They hardly had any lines at all but their personalities alone and the little things we saw were just… what the hell but I still loved it. haha.

 I CAN”T WAIT TO SEE IF WE LEARN MORE ABOUT THE OTHER CHILDREN MYSTERIOSULY BORN!!!!! Like I wanna see the sparrow academy kids, but I hope we might learn about a few others too. Like how many of those kids didn’t make it? How many of those kids were born with a twin? Were their any triplets??? Like can you imagine that poor woman who had to give birth to not one child, but two that she didn’t have an hour ago??? (and possibly three even though I doubt there were any triplets… but what if there forking was!!!)

SPARROW BEN!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!! I mean, I’m glad Justin is staying on the show, he’s awesome and I do like Ben, but I’m a bit sad that this won’t be the Ben we’ve seen in the last two seasons (I’ll still eat it up, don’t get me wrong, cause I’m curious to see this alternate Ben, but I’m still sad).

 Also that Vanya and Diego interaction at the end, neither of them having to say anything but still leaning on each other for support, just AHHHHHHHH

The sibling bonds that have begun to form between all of them is what really killed me this season and I loved each and every second of it!!!

 All the one-liners were pretty good too, like the “Ikea mafia” “Think of Batman than aim lower” “Is it too late to be un-adopted?” just efgjoiwengjowegnwrjngwe

Vanya actually using her powers to save someone, and Ben solidifying that fact by telling her she isn’t a monster. 

the music choices!!!! 

 I’m sure I will add more to all of this in another post, I’m still forking reeling over here and can’t get all of my thoughts straight, but goddamn I loved this season! Dysfunctional idiots—the lot of them. But at least they were making dysfunctional decisions together XD

Okay, now for the things I didn’t like…

Again, I’ll be brief cause I know that there are probably plenty of people who have touched on this already and I’m sure you all are sick of seeing or hearing it by now (so feel free to skip over it all together).

Klaus not telling his family SEVERAL TIMES that Ben was there.

Ben possessing Klaus without his consent (and Ben breaking the rules that Klaus had put into place as Ben nearly got frisky with Jill)---like I can’t even say I’m mad that he possessed Klaus at the light supper. I didn’t like it, it made me uncomfortable, but from Ben’s perspective I understood it. to Ben, he felt like he didn’t have a choice, Klaus had constantly taken Ben’s choice away by not telling the family he was there, so if Klaus wasn’t going to tell them on his own, Ben had no choice but to try and do it himself. I get that, I did. But the whole “Burrowed” scene in the elevator made me cringe something fierce.

The fact that we get Klaus looking badass in the first five minutes of the season, and then Klaus basically being useless the rest of the season, pissed me the ever-loving fork off. I mean, come on!!! EVERYONE ELSE FOUGHT LILA!! WHERE THE HELL WAS HE!??? I’m hoping this is all just setting Klaus up to be something greater in the next season, that maybe now that Ben is gone Klaus will have no choice but to relay on himself and tap into that “Potential” that Reginald had hinted at in season 1 (my fingers are soooo crossed that this is the case)

Not getting their reactions to Ben sacrificing himself (I needed more then just seeing Klaus lying forlornly on a bed, I’m sorry, but I definitely needed more than that). Klaus and Vanya’s interaction in the car did not make up for any of it either.

I don’t know where to put my thoughts on Lila and Diego. While I liked them in the beginning, their relationship kinda lost me the moment she spiked him and basically kidnapped him. I like Lila, don’t get me wrong, but that scene made me really uncomfortable too.

The interactions with the Handler and Five. Like okay, I get that the Handler isn’t treating him like a child because basically Five is supposed to be 58, but it’s still forking creepy to see her swaying her hips behind Five who is stuck in his 13-year-old body. Just… no.

The fact that we only see Allison mentioning her daughter 2 times. Like sure, she’s had 2 years to grieve, but I want to see that grief!!!!

How the show tied Sissy and Vanya’s story line up, and how they tied Allison and Raymond’s story line up… like nooooooo. How the hell would Sissy be safe in the past???? Carl’s brother was a forking police officer??? Does she seriously think his brother isn’t going to come after her when he learns his brother is dead????? Also how is Raymond supposed to explain that he suddenly doesn’t have a wife anymore???? These things don’t just fix themselves!!! Like I understand Five saying they couldn’t come, that it could change things beyond repair, but all seven of them existing in 1963 in the first place has already forked everything up enough as it was.

(Ignore me, I’m just salty that we won’t be get any more Raymond/Allison interactions…)

Anyway, negatives pushed aside, I can’t stress enough how i did love the season!!! And I can not wait to see where season 3 goes!!! I HONEST TO GOD CAN NOT WAIT!!! In the mean time, I will be attempting to write several things for season 2… fix-its, in between moments, whatever I can think of. Let’s see where that goes.

[olivenight17]

Emi Fukukado x F!Reader “Change of Plans”

Heya, everyone! Alrighty, I saw the contest made by @heroheads and I couldn’t help myself. We haven’t talked, so I’m sure this must be awkward and therefore I have to apologize, but congratulations on that 500 followers milestone! I hope you don’t mind me getting in on this even though you don’t know me.

With that said, I decided to do Emi because honestly there’s not enough love for her, and it popped into my head almost immediately so, here we are! It’s, kinda angsty on Emi’s part, and it takes a while before we even get to the love but it’s there. I hope it’s enjoyable!

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Emi Fukukado x F!Reader Change of Plans

Find a guy, fall in love, get married. That had always been the plan.

For a while, Emi truly thought that was how it was going to go down. It was the expectation, it was how a woman knew she had reached the epitome of happiness. In her younger days, it was about all she could think about. Some guy coming in, sweeping her off her feet and towards happiness. She had been so ready for it all, but then it never came. None of the boys in her school ever seemed to really notice her. The few who didn’t turn her down… hadn’t quite met her expectations. There wasn’t a connection, there weren’t sparks, there wasn’t anything in any of the boys she had dated. Her stomach didn’t do flips when she saw them, there weren’t any fireworks going off when they kissed, and she never felt a single heartbreak when the relationship ended. For years she had been so confused by it all. Why was it that nothing clicked?

“Chin up, Emi. Just keep smiling, a nice boy will be sure to fall in love with you soon.” That’s what her mother always told her. She had always figured her mother to be right, she just had to keep trying. There was a man out there for her, she just had to find him!

But then, years had gone by. She put away all of the silly needs for love and doubled down on her hero work, she was young and she needed to get ahead of the game. The agency she had been accepted at was promising after all and it was the start of something spectacular, she could already feel it. She worked hard at her agency, at her job, and she was becoming incredibly successful. The public loved her and she often called home with a new story every week. Though it wasn’t long before the pressing question had jumped out at her.

So, when are you getting married?

Emi had been able to brush off the question at first, giving off hand remarks that her job had to come first, she had a good start and she shouldn’t squander it now by getting new priorities. But the question continued to be asked, and it was becoming harder and harder for her to laugh it off. The dating scene was starting to come back in her peripheral view. She started noticing all of the couples on the street, all of her friends talking about their own relationship. She found it hard to smile the day her friend told her about her engagement. All of the romantic holidays were suddenly becoming much more lonely and Emi found herself at a stand still.

This wasn’t like when she and her friends were younger. Even though they all tried dating, they always stuck together. And now, Emi stood, watching all of her friends go in different directions, arm in arm with the men of their dreams. Something tugged at her heart, not that she could place what it was. Despite her best attempts at dating again, she was left once more with the same empty feeling in her soul. Nothing had changed it seemed, and the frustration soon built up.

“So, have any boys entered your life yet?” Emi could practically hear her mother wiggling her eyebrows over the phone.

She rolled her eyes with a gentle smile. “Come on, mom. You only ask this question like, a hundred times a week,” she shot back.

“I’m just saying, honey. You’re starting to get up there in age, you’re going to want to find a man to settle down with. I found your father at the age of 21 and we were married by the time we were 22,” her mother sighed. “And yet you’re 25 and still single. You need to find a man-”

“Well, for your information, I already found one,” Emi interrupted, trying her best not to grip the phone too tightly in her hands. “He’s from the neighboring agency… Shouta Aizawa.” She wasn’t sure why she said his name of all people, but he was the one who stuck out the most. To be fair, he had always been kind to her, even when she could tell he would rather sleep.

Her mother paused, not expecting her daughter to actually have an answer, but the moment soon passed when a high pitched squeal travelled directly into Emi’s ear. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so happy for you! Tell me everything.”

That was how her infatuation with the underground hero began. She set her sights on him and became relentless in her affections, she sought hard to find every good quality about him. His soft looking hair, how clever he was, the small ways he showed affection. A lot of her energy was focused on how great he was, he would make the perfect husband and she would make the perfect wife. The image had been built before her, and she pursued relentlessly, it felt good to have at least somewhat of an answer whenever her mother asked her. And though the pressure had been somewhat alleviated, it was soon built back on as she entered her late 20s. Her pursuit for Aizawa wasn’t enough to appease her mother anymore and it felt like she was grasping at straws.

She sighed, as she downed her fifth drink in a row. It was late, she should have been calling it a night by now, but she didn’t have the energy to care. As of now, it was just her and her glass, until a dark figure sat on the seat next to her. She looked up to see none other than Aizawa and she giggled drunkenly as she reached her arms out to hug him. “Shouta~ it’s such a nice surprise to see you here!” She pouted when he dodged her open arms.

“Believe me, I’d rather not be here. But you seriously need to go home, you shouldn’t act like this in public,” he hissed quietly.

She giggled again, reaching to poke his cheek. “Aww, you do care! I knew you cared, deep inside,” she sung.

He swatted her hand away with a sigh, grabbing her by the shoulder and lifting her up. “Come on, you’re going home.” She didn’t fight him as he dragged her out of the bar.

The night air was chilly, and she sniffled as she stumbled through the street. She looked around her, seeing a couple ahead of them holding hands. She looked to her side and there was another one, laughing as they cuddled on a bench. Emi’s heart sank as her eyes travelled to the ground.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Shouta mused.

“...Why can’t things ever just work out, Shouta,” Emi asked. “Because I’ve tried so hard to make it work. I’ve given up so much to make things work between every guy I’ve dated, but it doesn’t feel right. Does...does that make sense? When you meet a person you fall in love with, it’s supposed to feel special and light and like your tummy is made of butterflies when they so much as say your name. But it doesn’t matter what I do because that never happens to me. Never.” She sniffed again, barking out a laugh. “It’s why I kept going after you so much. I thought if I just stayed focused on one guy, then it would have to work out, you know? If I didn’t give my heart any other choice I could just make it get feelings and not even that worked! I...I don’t feel the way I think I do about you… I don’t think I ever did. But, but I have to, because what else is left? If this doesn’t work, does that mean that’s it? Am I capable of being loved? Can I love? Because I’ve tried for years and it doesn’t work, I’m just unlovable and I’ll end up all alone with no one-”

“Hey.” Shouta abruptly turned her to face him. “Stop thinking like that. I…” He trailed off, occasionally opening his mouth and then shutting it before groaning and looking at her. “I’m only saying this once, so you better listen. Emi, you are full of love, you’re one of the most loving people I’ve ever met. You are kind and caring and make sure everyone else’s needs are met before taking care of your own. You are so selfless, you are capable of love, that I have no doubt of. Love isn’t something you can just force, it has to come naturally, and if it hasn’t, maybe you just need to start looking for that love in a different direction.” His eyes lost their hardened glare. “I’ll never love you the way you’ve tried to get me to, and I will certainly never marry you. But, for what it’s worth… you have my respect and my support.”

Emi looked at him for a long time, before smiling and hugging him tightly, letting little hiccups into his shoulder. “Thank you, Shouta. Thank you, thank you, thank you…” She smiled a little brighter when he patted her back.

“Alright, alright. Get off already, we’ve reached your building complex, anyhow.”

Quickly, she bounced off him, wiping her face of her tears and stumbling towards her apartment, only to land face first on the stairs and laughing.

A door was opened and a woman appeared, her mouth gaping as she looked at the scene. “Oh my God, Emi? What happened to you, are you okay?” She asked worriedly, rushing down the staircase to reach her.

Emi looked at her with a dazed smile. “Oh, it’s (Y/N)! Yay, hey Shouta, this is my neighbor (Y/N), isn’t she the best? Hehe, I’m fine though, really. Don’t worry about me at all,” she chirped.

She wasn’t buying it and looked towards Shouta. “She just had a little too much to drink, make sure she gets to bed,” were his only instructions.

The woman nodded as she managed to carry Emi back up the stairs, thanking Shouta and bidding him a good night, before looking back down at the hero in her arms. “You’ve been gone for hours without so much as a call, you really had me worried, Em.” She commented.

Emi waved it off. “Bah, I would’ve been fine! Besides, you’re so nice and pretty and you talk to me when I’m lonely and you bake me things when I’m sad. I have to come back or else I’d get sad and who would be there to bake me cupcakes? No one!”

She rolled her eyes with a grin as she opened the door to Emi’s apartment. “Fair enough, now come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Over the next few years, Emi took the words Shouta said to her to heart. She stopped chasing him at long last, and looked in a different direction, which is exactly how she did achieve her dream.

Indeed, she had reached the epitome of happiness, and she stared at herself in the mirror, twirling around in her wedding dress. After years and years of waiting, the day had finally come. Emi had fallen head over heels and nothing could stop the grin on her face on her wedding day. She had never been so happy. Her love had the perfect sparkling eyes, a melodic voice that always made her heart beat ten times faster, and she didn’t think there’d be a day when there wasn’t a full blown fireworks show in her mind when they kissed.

Truly, her plan had come to fruition, and all that was needed was just one, tiny adjustment to it…

Emi walked out into the hallway as she looked at her future wife, already waiting at the altar. (Y/N) was grinning at her, with tears brimming her eyes and Emi knew her own expression was a perfect mirror. It felt like she was floating on a cloud as she took her hands in hers, planting a kiss on her hand before slipping the ring over her finger, and giggling when (Y/N) did the same. Her stomach was filled with butterflies that only stopped when their bond was finally sealed with a soft and loving kiss. Emi pulled away only to hug (Y/N) as tight as could be. “I love you, I love you so much.” Her grin widened as she felt her wife squeeze her tightly, picking her up and laughing before resting her forehead against Emi’s.

“I love you too. Now, I believe we have a honeymoon calling our name.” She winked and Emi whooped as she was picked up bridal style and carried off to a new life.

A life filled with laughter, love and happiness.