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Diamond to the Sun

"I held a diamond to the sun to count the moments on account of the way you smile for me"

HELLOO I WROTE AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF LOL. writing is hard but it's been a minute since i've written for sanji so here we are :D

Sanji x gn!reader

Fluff. Mild angst. Praise lol. Pet names :).Reader is emotionally unavailable, or so they think. Sanji is determined to break down their walls. Sanji's just a regular loverboy <3

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word count: 1,018

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He loved watching you.

Admiring you.

Every time you smiled he felt his heart jump. He felt weightless at the sound of your laugh. You knew this well, and you had made it clear to him that you didn’t do “love.” You didn’t do relationships. You didn’t believe in it. Sanji didn’t care. He would gladly pine for you even if you didn’t return his affections. You would wake up to breakfast in bed, little notes with beautiful words about you.

“I don’t need to see the sun as long as you’re here.”

“The world is in slow motion whenever you smile for me.”

You would be lying if you didn’t feel flattered. Sanji practically worshiped the ground you walked on. It was cute. You had never experienced someone devote so much love to you. You had grown accustomed to people using you to get their rocks off and leave you. You never had any good experiences so you gave up on everything. You closed yourself off for good. And yet here he was. The blond, charismatic, flirty chef dropping everything to be at your beck and call.

You sat out on the deck, admiring the way the waves crashed against the ship. Droplets of salt water spraying onto your skin, cooling you down as the sun beamed at its highest point. You felt him looking at you. You smiled to yourself, unsure if you smiled because you liked having his attention or because it was cute to see him so powerless in front of you.

“Sanji” you called out to him. He sprinted in your direction as quickly as he could. “Yes, my diamond?” Diamond. His nickname for you. You smiled at him. “Can you get me some lemonade with lots of ice? I feel like I’m cooking in this heat.” You said with a wink. The cook blushed bright red and nodded before heading off to the kitchen as if nothing else mattered but your request.

When he returned with your beverage he stood there for a moment, watching you drink it. Seeing how your lips wrapped around the straw he so carefully chose for you. How your eyes closed as you savored the sweet citrusy flavors that he curated for you. How pretty you looked under the bright light of the sun. How your skin glistened with sweat and droplets of water. He was completely infatuated. You picked up a cube of ice with the straw and maneuvered it into your mouth to chew on it.

“Sanji, are you okay?” You asked after a few moments. He suddenly kneeled down in front of you. Looking up at you as if you were his entire world. It was sweet. You were surprisingly nervous. He had never really looked at you like that. Nobody had ever looked at you like that. It was an odd feeling. You had gotten so used to feeling mostly nothing, at least when it came to people showing interest in you. They never cared so why should you? But Sanji was different. His eyes were different.

“I just want you to know how much I adore you, my diamond. You may not believe in love but I have enough love for the both of us.” “Sanji-” “I would do anything for you. If the gods are real I would gladly let them go for you. I would fight them for you. I would die for you.” He continued. You knelt down to his level, a small smile on your face as you moved some of his hair out of the way.

"You sweet sweet thing.” You kissed his cheek. He blushed. He grabbed your hand, using it to caress his own cheek. Feeling how soft your fingers felt against his skin. You gasped, feeling your own heart flutter at the intimate action. You smiled affectionately. You did care for him. “Thank you for your lovely words, Sanji. I appreciate them more than you know. I just-” You hesitated for a moment. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He stood, taking your hands in the process to help you up. You met his eyes. His kind, doting eyes. If anyone was going to break your walls, it would be him.

“I know it will take a long time, but I will always be here.” He grinned. You barely noticed his thumb tracing circles on your hand. Sanji looked into your eyes. It felt like he saw you. Like he really saw you. As if he already knew your past, your traumas, your fears, your regrets. You felt almost vulnerable in his gaze. He only knew what you had told him. And yet it was like he had known you forever. Something you were unfamiliar with. An exciting feeling. You laughed softly. “Thank you, Sanji. My blonde prince. Thank you for being patient with me.” You felt his hands tense at the word “prince.” Sanji’s heart pounded against his chest. He didn’t want this moment to end. This perfect moment, with him holding your hands as the sun illuminated both of you. You let go first, his hands dropping to his sides as you picked up the glass of lemonade. Only a couple of ice cubes left as the rest had melted.

“Would you like more ice, my diamond?” Sanji asked, his gaze had shifted to a more flirtatious state. You chuckled. There he is. There’s the Sanji you are used to.

“I would love more ice.” You responded, handing him the glass.

He bowed as if he was your butler. A bow that said “your wish is my command.” And he walked to the kitchen. You laughed breathlessly, watching him light up at the sound. You glanced back at the blue sea, biting your lip at the lingering memory of the tender moment you shared with the chef. Moments later, he reappeared with your glass. You took it from him and stared at the ice for a second. Before he could leave you reached out for his hand.

“Would you want to stay and keep me company?”

“I’d want nothing more.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 198. brb x oc

a/n: * sucks air through teeth* y e a (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: pregnancy, it's baby popping time ( jesus )

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One thing people don’t say about pregnancies was that you could,sometimes, feel like you were drunk.Well,Bea was. She let out a surprised yelp when her shoe slipped out of her foot as she walked past the threshold, “Woops.”

“Woops!” Nikki giggles in her arms, “Woops!”

“Oh you are funny, aren’t you?” she smiles, tickling her daughter’s stomach as the dogs rush over to greet them. Rooster appeared after a few seconds,keys jingling as he closes the front door with his foot, then furrows his brows at a lonely shoe in front of him, “Your daughter think she’s funny.”

He hums happily, holding the shoe for Beatrice to see, arching his brows, “She got it from me- this yours?’ it’s obvious that it was, but he was feeling silly. Maybe it was the beer, it was just one he’s not crazy, or maybe it was just the feeling of…relaxation and pure bliss. He’s happy, he’s happy that she’s happy, so that does give him a little bit of a buzz.

“Yeah,sorry.” she giggles, grabbing it from his hand to plop it back on the ground,slipping her foot into it, “I lost it on the way in and Nikki,” she pokes her daughter’s stomach again, “Mimicked me.”

“Ooops!” the toddler repeats, climbing on Beatrice’s shoulder much for her mother’s surprise, “Woops!”

“Okay,oh God,” she laughs, “Brad!” he’s quick to grab Nicole from her shoulder, holding her to his chest only for her to try to do the same thing to him. “...I don’t think she’s going to sleep.”

“Nope.” he murmurs, “Eh,are you sleepy?”

“Not really.”

‘Then we can stay up.” he shrugs, playing with Nicole’s tiny hands and bringing them to his lips to press quick little kisses against them. When Beatrice took a while to reply, he met her eyes with worry, “Unless you aren’t feeling good?”

The twins were…very active that night. It was a bit painful, but nothing that could be worrisome, she was just thinking they were feeling the atmosphere around and were moving inside of her because of it, “I’m fine.” she holds up her hand, then waves it to say it was okay, “I’m really okay,Roos.” her husband didn’t seem so sure, because his furrow got more intense and his mouth disappeared under his mustache, ‘...Rooster.”

“I worry,” he says, “I can’t help it, I’m your husband.”

Beatrice smiles warmly at Rooster's concern, reaching out to hold his hand. "I know you do," she says softly, "And I appreciate it. But really, I'm okay. It's just the twins being extra active tonight. It's a good sign, right?" she adds with a playful wink.

Rooster chuckles, his worry easing slightly as he squeezes her hand. "Yeah, I guess it is," he says, "I just can't help but worry about you and the babies. You're carrying two little ones in there, and I want to make sure you're feeling alright."

"I know, and it means the world to me that you care so much," Beatrice says, leaning in to give him a tender kiss, "But don’t worry,I’m fine.” she walks past him, gently pinching Nicole’s cheek with the dogs following close behind, as she enters the kitchen, getting herself some water. Rooster huffs while chuckling, turning to follow behind her - like a fool in love,which he was, one hundred percent- “Tonight was fun!’

“It was.” he didn’t put Nikki on her high chair, instead he held her close to his chest as he sat himself on the chair. He kept his eyes on Beatrice, he knew she assured him but he had to be sure, “I’m glad we were able to do this,I know that soon enough it’ll be hard to. Considering that we’ll all be busy.”

She hums positively,sipping on her water as she slowly turns towards the opposite chair, hiding a wince from a hard kick coming from one of the babies, “Yeah,I know. I mean, think about it, we got to the bar, we made sure everything was fine and I didn’t get too anxious! That’s a big bonus.”

Rooster smiles, nodding in agreement. "It definitely is," he says, "You did great tonight, Bea. I could tell you were having fun, and it made me happy to see you enjoying yourself."

Beatrice blushes at his compliment, grateful for his understanding and support. "Thank you," she says, "And I have to give credit to our friends too. They really know how to make a celebration special."

"They do," Rooster agrees, "We're lucky to have them in our lives." he frowns, “Oh that’s sappy.”

“It’s cute!” she smiles, “You love them deep inside.” As they sit together in the kitchen, Rooster continues to hold Nicole close, rocking her gently in his arms. Beatrice can't help but smile at the sight, holding her head up with her hand, not moving her eyes away, ‘...that’s nice.” he looks up at her in surprise, arching his brow, “You. Being a dad…it’s… “ she takes a breath before continuing, “Nice.”

Rooster’s smile only grew as he played with Nicole’s hands, “Nice?” she nods, looking away from him, he smirked more, almost like a predator that just found the perfect snack. He clears his throat, adjusting Nicole on his arms as she babbled, tapping his cheek with her hands, “Well,you do look nice too.”

She laughs, but her laughter is cut short by a sharp intake of air followed by a wince she couldn’t hide. She just held up her hand when he looked at her confusedly, “I’m fine,I swear,Rooster.” she says, setting the glass aside and fixing her position on the chair, thinking the reason it was happening was because she was looking like a pregnant Gollum on there. “I just love seeing you being a dad…it’s very attractive.”

He smirks more, puffing his chest and only making his wife blush like a tomato, “Thank you.” he says, kissing Nicole’s head. To be honest he knew it was late, he knew it was way past Nicole’s bedtime but they were all…very awake, so why bother with sleep? He did ask Beatrice every now and again if she was okay, she always said that she was.

But honestly it was getting harder to hide how painful it was getting.

She winced once she turned her back to him, washing her glass on the sink and holding herself there, easing out quiet breaths as Rooster played with Nicole. She counted to ten, she imagined smelling the flower and blowing the candle and after a few seconds it appeared to help, “How about we watch something?” she hears him ask, slowly turning back to meet his face, “There are some movies Nikki can watch with us.”

“Oh,sure,” lying down on the couch might help a lot too, “Yeah,i don’t mind that.”

Rooster smiles and holds out his free hand for Beatrice to take since his other one was busy holding Nicole. Once they are all on the couch, including the dogs, he wraps his arm around her shoulders. "Alright, let's find something fun to watch," he says, grabbing the remote and browsing through the streaming service they use.

Beatrice leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder, grateful for his comforting presence. As they search for a movie, she can't help but feel the weight of the pregnancy taking its toll on her body. The twins' movements are becoming more intense, and while it's an amazing feeling to know they're growing and active, it's also becoming quite uncomfortable.

Rooster notices her shifting slightly and frowning in discomfort. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

Beatrice gives him a reassuring smile, even though she can't fully hide the discomfort in her eyes. "I'm okay, just feeling a little tired," she says, "Let's pick a movie and distract ourselves."

“Woops!” Nikki giggles, bouncing between her parents, holding onto Jack’s fur as he lies in front of her, “Woops!”

“Anything you’d like?”

“Oh…um…” she frowns, “...Golden Girls? It’s not that bad for Nikki to watch…”

Rooster chuckles at Nikki's adorable attempt to contribute to the movie selection, and he glances at Beatrice. "Golden Girls it is then," he says with a smile, knowing it's one of Beatrice's favorite shows. "Nikki seems to approve." their daughter claps her hands, she has no idea what’s going on nor what show that was, but she was happy to be involved.

Beatrice nods, glad that they've settled on something. She readjusts herself on the couch, finding a more comfortable position, and Rooster wraps his arm around her shoulders once more. With the dogs snuggled close and Nikki happily entertained, they begin watching the show.

As they watch, Beatrice finds herself relaxing a little more, her discomfort momentarily forgotten in the company of her family. She leans into Rooster's embrace, feeling his warmth and support, and it brings her a sense of calm and contentment.

His hand is brushing up and down her arm, the cold of his wedding ring making her body relax even more…only for another wince to make it’s way out of her. He feels her tense up, but she,again,says nothing. He clears his throat, moving a bit on the seat - clearly wanting to know what was going on- and looks over to her, “Baby.”

“Hm?”

“You are moving a lot.”

“The twins are moving a lot.” she laughs weakly, “N-Nothing out of the ordinary, I promise.” the deep voice of Bea Arthur,followed by laugh tracks add to the background but Beatrice almost didn’t hear it. It was…getting a bit too much now, the pain was a bit more intense than normal.

Rooster's concern deepens as he sees Beatrice trying to brush off the discomfort. He gently places his hand on her belly, feeling the twins' movements beneath his palm. "Are you sure it's just the usual kicking?" he asks, his voice filled with worry.

Beatrice tries to put on a brave face, not wanting to worry him further. "Yeah, it's probably just them getting excited about the show," she says, attempting to make light of the situation. "They're active little ones."

Rooster doesn't seem entirely convinced, but he doesn't push her further...yet. Instead, he continues to rub her arm soothingly as they watch the show together. However, he remains attentive, keeping an eye on her and the twins throughout.

She sighs, because it stops for a second, and she’s able to breathe out in relief, “I’m going to the bathroom.” she whispers, gently untangling herself from him and standing to her feet, ‘i won’t take long,” is her response to his worried look, his eyes moving from her face to her stomach before he nods.

“Jojo.” the pittie looks up when he calls her name, “Go with Bea,alright?”

Jolene barks in reply and stands up to do exactly what she was asked to do. As Beatrice makes her way to the bathroom, she can't help but feel a bit uneasy. The pain seems to be increasing, and she knows that it's not just the usual movements of the twins. She takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm and not let worry overtake her.

Inside the bathroom, she takes a moment to collect herself, splashing some cold water on her face. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, trying to reassure herself that everything will be okay ’I’m okay.I’m okay…we are all okay.”  she washes her face again, sighing quietly until she frowns, feeling a very…very known pressure on her lower body. She tenses up, “No,no,no,no, it’s too early.” she tells herself, holding her body upright on the sink, her breathign growing erratic. She refuses to look down, she refuses to look down, “No,no,no,God please no, don’t do this…” but she eventually gives in, peeking one eye open to look at the floor.

Her eyes widen, “...ROOSTER!!”

There’s something dropping from the living room, followed by Nicole laughing and thunderous footsteps running over to the bathroom, with Jolene and her kids barking along the chaos, “What?” he asks out of breath, opening the door to show he was holding Nicole under his arm like she was a pillow - and from her smile she didn’t care- “What happened, what-” Beatrice points down,shakily, her eyes filled with tears.

Rooster’s own head drops towards the floor, there’s a puddle there. He blinks, then meets her eyes, his mouth falling open “...gorgeous.” he’s surprised at how calm he sounds, but that calmness disappears after seconds, “Gorgeous, did your water just break???”

Beatrice nods, tears streaming down her face as she tries to maintain some composure. "I think so," she says, her voice trembling, "It's too early, Rooster, it's too early." Panic starts to set in as she realizes the gravity of the situation. “I-I’m only five months! I-I-I can’t—”

Rooster's heart races, but he tries to stay as calm as possible for both of their sakes."Hey, hey, it's going to be okay," he says, trying to soothe her, "We'll get you to the hospital. The doctors will take care of you and the twins, alright?"

"But it's too early," Beatrice repeats, fear evident in her eyes, "They can't be born yet, it's not safe."

Rooster's mind races, trying to remember what they should do in this situation. "We'll get you to the hospital, and they'll do everything they can to keep the twins safe," he says, "It’ll be okay.”

“I don’t even h-have a baby bag done, I don’t– the twins’ nursery isn’t even finished yet!” and she cries more, distraught, her anxiety going through the roof and that’s not going to help the situation. 

He quickly reaches for his phone and dials for emergency services, but not the usual ones, oh no..

“Rooster, what the hell,it’s midnight–”

“Jake,I need you to call everyone, Bea is in labor.” 

“...she’s WHAT?!”

“There’s no time to explain,I’m taking her to the hospital,” he carefully guides her to the living room, frowning at the fluids pooled on the floor, closing the door behind her after grabbing some towels, “Can you call everyone?” he hears a sleepy ‘what’s happening’ from Evelyn as Jake moves around erratically.

“Yeah, yeah I will. Jesus,is she okay?”

Rooster frowns, looking at his wife’s horrified face, “...yeah.” she frowned while looking up at him, her lower lip trembling, “I’ll call you back,Jake.” he hangs up the call before Jake could say anything, “It’ll be okay.”

“...I’m scared.” she whispered, she looked small, she looked so small, “...Rooster, did I do something wrong?”

Rooster's heart ached at the fear and vulnerability in Beatrice's eyes. He knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in his, "No, baby, you didn't do anything wrong," he said gently, "This isn't your fault. It’ll be okay,alright? “ He pulled her into a hug, holding her close and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you, and I'm here for you," he whispered, "We'll get through this, I promise."

Beatrice clung to him, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I love you too," she whispered back, "Thank you for being here, for taking care of me and the babies." she leans down to kiss Nicole’s head when she whimpered in confusion, looking up at her mother, “We-We’ll be okay.”

Rooster nodded, his heart heavy with worry but also filled with love and determination. He gently wiped away her tears, trying to be a source of comfort for her in this difficult moment. "We're a team," he said, "But enough of that, hospital.” he says, holding Nicole more firmly and helping Beatrice at the same time, “Hospital,hospital.”

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Femme Fatale Johnny ideas and thoughts please. Saw your tags, need more.

I want to preface this with saying: we don’t all have to the same opinions on a character.

Okay anon let me get into it😌

Johnny had four boys at his beck and call in high school, he learned at a young age that he needs to protect emotionally, not let anyone see the real him

Unredeemed Johnny my love <3 just great that he has the looks of a barbie but could kill you and has a bitchy attitude.Personally adore it. People coming up to him, thinking that he’d be sweet or tame purely based on his appearance, only to find out he’s a lot more sour than saccharine . You have to earn sweet unless he's pretending. Whether it was doing his homework, buying him things, all Johnny had to do was ask, look pouty and innocent, and light up their lives with a crumb of his attention, like they thought he'd fix all their problems.

He learned some ways to handle his roster from his mom; sometimes she would be forced to bring him on her dates due to the babysitter bailing, (speaking of babysitting, he has done that….) and he watched her swindle them out of money in lots of different ways, one of which was to play hard to get while making them think that there’s still a chance they'll spend the night with you. Another is to act like you're fully going to let them have it and then confuse them by not doing it.

It works well, and it's funny to watch them try to win him over. He’d even have women come up to him with on their faces as they told him they had thought he was just a really broad girl , but they could work with him. He liked that he was pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl—at least few times. At least when he was younger, leaner and smaller in his big jackets. Ali told him awhile back that it was one of the things that attracted her to him, and he’d let her do his makeup when they were alone. Sometimes he found himself wishing he really were a girl, one that could have been on the cheer team with Ali and kissed her under the bleachers. Maybe they would have worked.

He liked to keep himself pretty; kept his nails clean and tidy, made sure his hair was soft and styled, made sure he always smelled good, made sure his clothes were always unwrinkled and soft, after he had his abusive stepfather’s money at his disposal from the weekly allowance that he got as a bribe for him to behave (not that he needed it; Sid’s buddies slipped plenty of cash in his pocket with no prompting). He always looked lovely; he prided himself on it when he looked in the mirror, and it paid off. It was to get the cobras to follow, he wasn’t even the original leader—Bobby was—but he managed to convince everyone, including Bobby, that he was a better fit. He had them doing everything he wanted with smiles and subtle winks, sometimes even kissing their cheek. Even chewing on his nails, or biting his lip got their attention. They felt as if they saw a side of him no one else saw, like they were special—and they kind of were, because he actually did care about them, even if he played games. His feelings for Daniel were complicated; the little punk was annoying, acting like he’s somehow better than Johnny and having the balls to hit him, but it was fun to Johnny if he’s being honest. Not that LaRusso is different; Johnny’s aware that if he had tried to trap, acted well, and asked him if he wanted to "get to know each other" behind one of those big rocks on the beach—one of the ones that Johnny had quickies with the cobras behind.

As he grew older, he realized he didn’t even have to do all that special stuff; guys would chase after him anyway, even if he wore a potato sack and hadn’t shaved his face in a week.

He’d call up any of the cobras at any given time and ask for what he wants, whether that be money to get his car fixed, to pay rent, or to go shopping. He’s not afraid to ask for it, and if they say no or that they can’t do it—it doesn't bother him, he’ll just get someone else to help!

("Oh…that’s okay. I can just ask the other guys for help since you can’t. They always take care of me. Well, bye!"

"Johnny, wait! I’m on my way to the atm—")

He plays up the born yesterday act too, acts like he doesn’t know things he definitely knows to boost a guy’s ego, looks at them doe-eyed, tilts his head, and says, "I don’t know how to do this. Can you do it for me?"

Lets them "educate" him, take care of him (aka: spend a horrendous amount of cash and time on him), and feel masculine. He’d never admit to not knowing something he actually doesn’t know. He always liked the idea of a man's masculinity—at least the movie-like version of it all. Or maybe he’s a little more interested in masculine guys than he is about being masculine—he quite likes to declare his own "manliness" and see what guy will challenge him, force him down.

(Silver very much likes him, especially when he had the guts to look a much larger man who has him on his knees in the eye and tell him he looks like shit. He wouldn’t want to dampen that fire when it’s so fun.)

We see him take much joy in Kreese’ pain after chucking him, and he liked showing up with Daniel, rubbing the situation in his face, and making him wonder if there’s anything going on between them—there isn’t yet(and won't be unless Daniel stops pissing him off, even if he’s a good guy), but Johnny loved the almost panicked look in his eyes, and it’s nice to know he has Daniel doing things for him like all the others.

(Kreese is unhealthily obsessed with him, and Johnny was the only one to ever make that man grovel like a lovesick ex husband who realized what they took for granted. It’s literally just canon, and It’s amazing.)

His "fatale" side isn’t all he is, though. He definitely wants love and understanding, but he’s been told by himself and others his whole life that he was so bad that he just…fell into it a bit. He just likes to play games sometimes, that’s all.

He’s always been well aware of the effect he has on men, and he isn’t afraid to use that to his advantage.

I also think he could absolutely gather the tkk/ck rivals together and have them do his bidding, with rewards ranging from a smile or kiss to ass if he finds them good enough to fuck him. (Thank you to that one ask. )

And I mean, Billy is a real natural at the "oblivious seductress act"

The two main examples I’d use are Ruben and Scott.

Ruben being the type that will go insane in front of a man, then easily convince said man that whoever it was deserved it.

"It was all his fault, sir! He hurt me first. I wouldn’t have hit him if I didn’t have to…" all while fluttering his lashes and making himself look as innocent and approachable as possible

Him to his "buddy" Nick after getting caught beating up some dude.

And Scott is the one who is innocent. He likes bad men and danger, he likes watching people fight and causing them, but he himself can’t fight at all—let alone know how to actually hold a gun without looking ridiculously cute instead. He causes issues and never gets blamed for them unless it’s by his father.

He has this sweet sadness that lures men to him, whether that be to snatch him up or protect him from getting snatched up—he enjoys the ride either way and can always talk himself out of situations with authority.

Basically a “He who entangles men” Cassandra type. Johnny and Scott specifically.

(Perhaps not canonically but💁🏻‍♀️.)

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Joe Goldberg (3/5)

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God, this was nostalgic. Joe, the knight in shining armor, had been my escort to my best friend’s funeral. And then he’d walked me home. I had invited him in, just like Beck did when Peach’s funeral happened not even two months ago. Why was the world crumbling around me? The only consistent thing were my boys and… and Joe. Joe, who was just as heartbroken as I was, was keeping me together, just as he always had.

Elijah was elsewhere in the apartment, but Derek, my little ray of sunshine, ran out of their bedroom to greet me with a hug. I gave him a faint hug back.

“Auntie Y/n, you’re back!” Derek exclaimed cutely.

“Hey there, kiddo. Guess what we’re having for dinner,” I greeted as Joe snuck past me.

Of course, Derek’s eyes trailed after the man as a grin spread to his face. “Pizza! Yay! Is it pepperoni?”

“Uh-huh. Why don’t you go get Elijah for me?” I requested, Derek’s excitement rather infectious.

Joe patted my shoulder sympathetically before opening the box. “Th… thanks for being here for me, Joe. I have no idea how you’re feeling. I envy how well-put-together you are. I mean, on one side, I know she cheated on you, but on the other, you two were head over heels for each other once upon a time,” I mumbled.

“Hey, I’m here for you. Don’t worry about me. Everything that happened between me and her has made me… numb. The love and hate evened each other out, so my main concern is you,” he reassured, shooting me a slight smile.

Elijah and Derek emerged from the hallway, Derek more energetic than the other. Elijah, understandably, was still trying to cope with the loss of his mother, so his former lively composure had faded a bit. I gave him the space he needed, but was still making sure to tend to his needs and keep him afloat.

Elijah raised a brow. “Why are you dressed like that?” He asked as he sat on the couch. “Is this dude your boyfriend?”

Joe and I exchanged glances. Derek was distracting himself thoroughly with the pizza and an episode of ‘Girl Meets World.’ I answered shakily, “Well, the thing is, my best friend… passed away. And no, Joe’s just a friend. My escort to the funeral.”

Elijah frowned deeply. “Oh… I’m sorry, Miss L/n.”

I ruffled his hair a bit. Joe clearly felt left out, so I aimed to change that. “Actually, Elijah, I think you’ll like Joe. He works at the bookstore I frequently visit.”

“Yeah - Your mom’s told me a lot about how smart you are and how much you like to read, so you should stop by the store sometime. I have a few antique books that I can lend you, especially since you seem to like Steinbeck,” Joe added charismatically.

Elijah attempted to share the enthusiasm, since Joe’s mood was rather infectious, but it only lasted for a moment. “Yeah, actually, I’d like that. I’m just busy with school and everything, so…”

Joe nodded, sending him a mischievous smile. “Yeah, I totally get that. I bet you’re quite the lady’s man, huh? A kid like you probably has a date every weekend.”

Elijah erupting into embarrassed laughter. “Ew! I’m not interested in that.”

Joe sent a teasing wink. “Sure you’re not.”

I chuckled a bit at the amusing scene. “You better not be, Elijah. Just ‘cause you’re my kid doesn’t mean you’re not my student still. And don’t think I don’t see how you stare at Ben during class.” I pinched his cheek lightly, making the boy scrunch up his nose and push me away playfully.

“Ew! I’m too busy to have crushes. You people are weird.” He halted the conversation by shoving a pizza slice into his mouth and moving away to sit next to his brother. My heart warmed at the scene, Beck and Peach and everything troubles in my life leaving my mind in that moment.

I scooted closer to Joe, who had finally gotten comfortable on the couch. I leaned over to him and spoke in a hushed tone, “Thanks for cheering him up. He’s been pretty depressed lately.”

“It’s no problem. He’s a good kid. And he has a great mom, teacher, guardian, whatever you consider yourself to be, too.”

His fingers glided over my hand, which was resting on my lap. He gave my hand a squeeze, not breaking eye contact. He seemed so confident as he did that, so I couldn’t tell what his intentions were.

Before I had the chance to look into it further, he pulled away. “Hey, I know that you’ll be going to court to fight for custody next week and you’ve been working really hard on that. And things have been really crazy lately, so let me treat you to something nice tomorrow. Italian, Chinese, you name it.”

My nose scrunched. “Nuh-uh mister, you’ve been spoiling me rotten the whole time.” I shushed him as he was about to speak by holding my fingers to his mouth and pinching his lips shut gently. “I know it’s nothing gourmet, but tomorrow, we’ll go to that local hoagie place you love. I’ll buy you a meatball sub and everything. All on me. It is illegal to say no.”

After he removed my hand, he sent me some puppy dog eyes,. I didn’t yield, so he caved, “Fine, fine, you’ve convinced me. But only if the kids can join us for some ice cream after. Will you allow it?”

“Well, you know I can’t say no to that, Joseph.”

Joseph. Peach always called him that. And Peach was one of Beck’s best friends. Beck was dead. I let out a sigh, automatically deflating. Joe’s brows furrowed worriedly. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I was just… remembering Peach and how she’s dead, too.”

Joe sighed, grabbing my arm gently and pulling me off the couch. He dragged me to the hallway where he enveloped me in a warm hug. One that wasn’t too tight, but wasn’t too loose, either. I couldn’t help but find comfort in the man as I pressed my head to his chest and gripped his shirt. It felt nice. Joe was nice.

“Things are hard for you right now. But Beck would want you to focus on the present. About how much you love Elijah and Derek. And me. I’m here for you always. You can come to me for anything, Y/n,” he consoled, rubbing his hand up and down my back soothingly.

I nodded into his chest. “You’re… right. But how can you be there for me when you’re not letting me be there for you, Joey? I worry about you. I mean, first you get cheated on by the girl you loved, then she ends up dead, and now you’re taking care of Paco and me.”

“It has been hard, yes - “ I lifted my head up to examine his visage as he spoke - “but nothing puts me more at ease than knowing that you are okay. Just by existing, you cheer me up. It meant the world to me how attentive you were when I was dealing with Beck and it helped a lot. You are the reason that I’m doing great now, so I aim to be there for you, too, no matter what.”

God, Joe was so good at… talking. Was it wrong for my heart to be beating this fast for the guy that my dead best friend used to date? It sure felt like it. And why was my face feeling hot?

I pushed Joe away, suddenly, without realizing. “O - oh! I’m sorry, I was just lost i - in my own thoughts,” I stuttered, completely mortified.

Joe, although surprised, didn’t seem resentful or annoyed by my actions. “It’s fine. I completely understand.”

That smile. That gorgeous smile. I always thought Joe was handsome, but in that moment, his kind eyes and caring smile and god-given jawline was just —

“Miss L/n, can you help me with some geometry homework?” Elijah spoke form behind us.

I jumped, turning to him. Elijah held a suspicious flow on his face, but didn’t say anything. “Of course. Right now? Right now, great! Uh, Joe, you go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” I tittered, pushing me and Elijah into the makeshift bedroom and former office I gave to the boys.

“Gro-o-oss,” Elijah vocalized as he sat at the desk.

I pouted while hovering behind him. “It was just a hug,” I defended.

“Yeah, but he’s creepy-looking! There’s something weird about him.”

I sent him a playful glare. “Now, now, I for one think he’s cute. And he’s a really great guy, so don’t be rude, kiddo. Now, about that homework.”

After half an hour or so, Elijah allowed me to tend to the guest, and it was getting late, so I figured I should tuck Derek into bed, a habit I’d gotten into. The kid had a hard time adjusting to a decent sleep schedule, which broke my heart, so I did my parental duties of establishing a bedtime for him. Elijah hit the hay early, too, something that was most relieving.

Joe was right; it was healing to be around them. And him. However, I realized it was getting late and that Joe probably needed to go home, so I collapsed next to him on the couch.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey,” I replied.

“Are you going to be alright for the night?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m guessing you’re ready to head home?” I leaned on my side, body facing toward him attentively. He had such lovely eyes —

“I hate to say it, but yes. I have work tomorrow, and this suit is stuffy,” he chuckled.

I nodded in agreement. “Let me walk you down,” I suggested as we both rose from the couch.

Joe, not voicing any complaints, tied up his dress shoes and pulled his suit jacket back on. The silence shared between us as we walked down the apartment complex stairs was comfortable. The sort that was shared by a pair with a tight bond. One that I knew Joe and I had.

When we stepped out into the brisk autumn air, the oncoming winter wind nipping at my skin, we paused. Joe sent me a smile, his hand stroking my arm. I had to look up to make eye contact. His expression made my heart race. God, I felt bad, but how could Beck have ever let a man as great as this go?

“I… I just want you to know I really appreciate everything you’ve done. Not just for me, but for Elijah and Derek. You probably already know this, but… it’s crazy that Beck could’ve ever cheated on a guy like you.” A blush was trickling up the back of my neck, even in the frosty air.

I became hyperaware of Joe’s fingers dancing softly up my arm, passing over my shoulder and pausing securely at the base of my neck. My exposed neck felt like it was on fire. Beck, please forgive me, I wanted to kiss your ex-boyfriend so badly.

“I’m glad she did,” Joe suddenly spoke, his voice husky and hushed. Forgive me if I’m out of line for saying this, Y/n, but… I never had the connection with Beck that I do with you.”

Oh, to hell with it. I roughly threw my arms around his neck, clearly catching the man off guard, ad pushed my lips securely onto his. Our lips molded together perfectly. Joe kissed back with just as much pent up passion. I tangled my hands into his curly, soft hair. Joe pulled me closer to him as we were chest to chest. I loved the feeling of his hands roaming up and down my waist. Beck was luck —

I pulled away with a gasp. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

Joe, rather dazed, replied,” What? Just made my month?”

“W - well, I mean, it’s so disrespectful to Beck! I mean —“

He shushed me while shaking his head, squeezing my cheeks together firmly. “This isn’t about Beck. We weren’t even together. Beck and I clearly didn’t have the connection that we do. Beck was your best friend, so I know that she’d want you to be happy and with a guy you like. She cheated. She broke up with me. And I am head over heels for you.”

I took in his words, individual bias ruling in his favor. He wasn’t wrong… “…Yes, I guess you’re right.” He leaned in to kiss me again, but I took a step back. “But we’re going too fast. Let’s just… take it slow. We’re such great friends, so no matter what, I don’t want to ruin that with you, Joe.”

He crossed his heart with a respectful smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead, another voice cut through.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Joe Goldberg. It’s been a while,” a female voice interrupted.

We both turned to see a woman with reddish brown hair and a confident expressions standing only a few feet away. I couldn’t decipher Joe’s reaction, though. His eyes had hardened a bit and his smile faded. Was he displeased, perhaps?

“Hello, Candace.”

Candace. I’d heard that name before, but where? Beck… Peach… Ah! Peach’s party! Was she an ex-girlfriend of Joe?

“Uh… I’m going to turn in for the night. Hi, Candace. G’night, Joe,” I announced nervously.

Joe glanced momentarily to me and strained a smile. “Good night, Y/n.”

~~~

After months of blood, sweat, and tears (mostly thousands of dollars, though), I’d done it. I finally accomplished my goal. I almost screamed from sheer excitement in the court room when the judge announced me eligible for custody and it became official: Elijah and Derek were my kids now.

Elijah and Derek were just as elated, which only made me happier. Derek was the sweetest child on earth, and Elijah and I were even closer. It genuinely felt like a family. Hell, maybe I was falling too fast, but Joe felt like the soon-to-be stepfather that was good for my kids.

Joe had been there every step of the way, and I had no clue how. He’d been patient and kind. He babysat when I had appointments with a lawyer; he gave them toys, and had even bought an Xbox; he often helped me make dinner and accompanied us on family bonding trips. Elijah even warmed up to him at some point.

“How about some ice cream? On me,” Joe offered as we exited the courthouse.

Derek was clutching my hand tightly and Elijah was sticking close to my other side. Joe was trailing behind, maintaining his calm and collected composure, even though a few minutes ago I saw him grinning like a madman.

“You know, usually I’d want to pay, but goddamn I earned a free ice cream,” I agreed.

“Yes please!” Derek chimed in. “I really wanna have a banana split. Can I, Auntie Y/n?”

“Of course you can,” Joe answered for me. “What are you in the mood for, Elijah?”

Elijah, having spaced out, jumped slightly. “Oh - uh, pistachio. I’m trying to diet and everything, so that sounds the healthiest.”

Luckily, we were in downtown New York - anything was everywhere, so it was easy to locate a backstreet plaza that had an ice cream stand. Upon ordering, the simple stand didn’t have a banana split like Derek hoped for, but the boy settled for banana chocolate chip instead. The whole time we were ordering, my heart was flourishing with the awareness that we looked like a happy, perfect family. We finally were one.

“Let’s sit over there,” Elijah suggested while motioning to a bench not too far away.

We gathered at a bench. Elijah sat at the end, Derek in between me and him, while Joe sat on my other side. I glanced tenderly at my boys, and my cheeks warmed when I felt Joe mirroring my actions. I leaned against him and took another lick of my ice cream cone.

“Here, you got a little something,” Joe spoke, tilting my chin up.

I let out a grunt while he swiped my cheek with his finger. Afterwards, he gave my cheek a quick peck before withdrawing.

“Thanks,” I giggled.

Derek suddenly tugged on my other arm. “Ma, look! That guy is making balloons!” he exclaimed. “Can I get one, pretty please?”

My heart froze for a moment, and the grin on my face expanded more than I thought possible. “I ruffled his hair affectionately. “Of course dearest.”

Derek’s eyes widened. “Oh - I meant auntie, sorry.”

I clicked my tongue. “Don’t worry dearest, please do call me mom! It’s what I am. Elijah, do you want one, too?”

Elijah shook his head. “No, thanks. I know money’s tight and sh - crap.”

“I appreciate the thought. Let’s go get one, Derek. Joe, can you hold my ice cream?” I inquired, already passing it over to him.

Derek hopped off the bench and grabbed my hand eagerly, tugging me over the balloon cart. It was ran but an old man that radiated kindness. Derek’s face had ice cream smeared all over, which bothered me, so I pulled out one of the napkins in my purse.

“Hello, what can I make for you?” the man greeted.

Derek thought for a moment before announcing, “A bear!”

The man nodded and got right to it. I crouched in front and turned Derek towards me. He took another bite of the ice cream and after, I dabbed his face with the napkin in a fussy manner.

“Try not to eat so fast, honey,” I scolded lightheartedly.

Derek ignored me and turned his attention to the intricate movements of the balloon man. He was in awe at the swift actions. Someone tapped on my shoulder.

I turned and saw it was the woman that was outside Joe’s apartment building a month or two ago. It always slipped my mind to ask Joe who she was, especially since Joe had a talent of changing the subject. She seemed nervous but resolved.

“You need to stay away from Joe; he’s dangerous,” she earnestly spoke.

I was left speechless and baffled. “Uh - one moment,” I managed. I paid the old man. “Derek, you go ahead and sit down, okay?” I cooed lovingly.

Derek looked confused, but skipped back to the bench. When the woman followed, I realized that Joe had his stare trained on us.

The woman gripped my arm, so my attention snapped back to her. “I know I sound crazy, but you have to believe me. My name is Candace and I’m Joe’s ex-girlfriend. I tried to break up with him and he ended up assaulting me. He almost killed me—“

“Candace.” Joe was suddenly behind me, tossing his free arm around my shoulder and pulling me toward him. “You need help. Stop trying to ruin my relationships.”

The woman scowled. Her eyes reflected a deep hatred. I finally found some words,” J - Joe, this is your ex-girlfriend? What’s she talking about?”

Joe tilted his head. “Yes, Candace, what are you talking about?”

“You may be an expert manipulator, but I’m going to stop you from ruining another woman’s life. Guinevere Beck, your ex-girlfriend, you killed her too. Y/n, he tried killing me and I barely survived —“

“If I did that, then why the hell are you reporting this to my girlfriend and not the police, Candace? Y/n, here’s the truth. Candace cheated, I found out, I broke up with her, and ever since she’s tried to spin lies to scan any woman I’m ever interested with. She’s crazy. She’s a stalker.”

My mouth was agape and my eyes switched between the two. Both held a strong conviction. Candace continued, “Oh, shut it, psycho. You know damn well why I can’t go to the police. You’re so good at killing that you don’t leave any evidence behind.”

Joe nodded, sarcastically pretending to make sense of it. “…Uh huh. Because that makes total sense.” I shoved his arm off me anxiously. “Y/n, I’m so sorry about Candace. I should’ve told you, but she’s just a fluke from the past that isn’t important anymore. She always gets jealous when I find someone, even a friend, who makes me happy.”

“You fucking lying bastard!” Candace exploded. “Fucking fine. I’ll take you down one way or enough, Joe Goldberg, just you wait.”

Candace stormed off, a few bystanders curious about the outburst. I clamped my hands together, staying at Joe in a bewildered fashion. “Is she really that jealous…?” I gulped.

Joe, seemingly unfazed, sighed. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Candace’s crazy. She won’t do anything to you, I’ll make sure of it. Just forget that happened, okay?”

“Oh, okay.”

~~~

Another - and hopefully the last - issue had been resolved. And this time, I made sure that she was dead. Believe me, Y/n, I never take pleasure in hurting people, but they’re bad people. Especially Candace. I mean, what right did she have to barge into your life and scare you like that? Sure, it wasn’t as though Candace had been lying, but she was leaving out a big part of the story.

Candace was bad. She broke my heart. She cheated and lied. Something Beck did, too. But you, you’ve never done that. You were good. So when Candace tried ruining things between us, what choice did she give me?

Candace put up quite a fight, though. She came right to me and my bookstore trying to kill me - what’s worse is she had a gun. Imagine what she could’ve done to you, Y/n - but I was the one who knew the shelves like no other. Candace embarrassed herself with all her taunts and threats, only to be overpowered by me. I may not have had a gun, but my hammer did the trick. One hit to the head, and she was out cold.

I winced as a sounding crack came from her neck. I leaned back I pulled the head away from the rest of the body. Even with rubber gloves, my hands still felt moist from blood. I wasn’t a bad person, Y/n, but is it so cruel to defend myself?

God, no matter how many times I did it, cutting bodies into smaller parts was always revolting. It always made a mess of the cage, too. There was so much to clean up, more than usual, too. While Candace and I were in the midst of a scuffle, she shot a few of the books. On the brighter side, I had more experience with cleaning up these messes.

The steps were straightforward; cut the body into smaller parts, remove the teeth, drain the blood, and find somewhere to bury the remains. Candace’s purse and clothes were another issue, though, that I could leave for another day. I still had Benji’s clothes too, so maybe after cleaning them, I could donate the clothes to a food bank.

I sighed out of relief as the left knee could finally be detached from the remains. I couldn’t manage to look at Candace’s face. Her expression almost made me feel guilty. I knew I was completely over her and completely in love with you, but Candace’s betrayal still hurt sometimes. But when I hurt because of her or Beck, I thought of you.

I took a breather and took off the blood-soaked gloves. There was a lot of mopping to be done. I picked up Candace’s purse, which was on my repair table, and examined the room. Candace didn’t have a phone, so there wasn’t any chance of tracking luckily. For now, I could hide the purse and clothes in the same box as Benji’s stuff. So, I did just that, tucking everything away in a box.

I remember the term being used in a movie we watched together, and it described us perfectly. We were endgame.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Marco, Law and Ace with S/O who uses pick up lines on them

A/N: Hello my dears. Fun fact time!I love pick up lines from the cutest to the most perverted ones. I decided to look up some cute pick up lines for the following three men. I do want to do more characters for pick up lines in the near future. Request box is open as well!!! I Hope you enjoy!

Marco

Marco was in his office currently working on some paper work. All the paper he was been doing you haven't seen him smile in the past 3 days and it did disappoint you not seeing that smile on his face it was something you looked forward to seeing when waking up in the morning and throughout the day. Thinking of a idea to see his sweet smile. Having all your ducks lined up in a row you made it to his office. Knocking on his open door. Seeing you caught his attention. "Hello little bird." his weary smile. "Did you need something?" tilting his head towards you. Here it goes.

"Do you happen to have a Band-Aid?" you were walked half way towards him.

"I do why?" he was examining you from his chair and didn't see a scratch on you.

"‘Cause I scraped my knees falling for you." the sly smile siding on your face as you wiggled your brow at him you slightly chuckling at the cheesy pick up line you just said to him. Marco letting out a deep throat chuckle he gotten up closing the door to his office.

"If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I’ll give it right back." he said as his thumb traced your lips.

Law

"This better be important what is it. " Law said in a monotone voice as you been trying to get his attention for the past hour.

"it is I promise." you said cheerfully as your hands folding together.

"Okay how you responded I'm concerned now." he raised his brow at you crossing his arms.

"just listen okay?" you said taking a deep breath. Law was staring at you hard his eye a bit squinting at you "You know, I believe that honesty is the best policy, so to be perfectly honest, you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen." you said now just waiting for his response. Law putting his head down hiding the blush on his face. He was a bit tongue tied this time he knew it wasn't important but he was curious on what you had to say that you been wanting his attention. He turning around walking away. "Wait where are you going???" you called out to him.

" I have work to do." he said "you do too."

"but did you like it right? Law?!" you called out once again.

"get back to work." he said. Now that you gotten his attention loud and cleared he was going to give you his undivided attention later on this little stunt you pulled was not going unpunished.

Ace

It was rather hot day on the Moby Dick. Ace not having a shirt on showing off his perfectly chisel body. The thin coat of sweat glistening off his abs. Why is this man so amazing thinking to yourself you unctuously began to fan yourself. Maybe it was the heat that was getting to you but Ace being the attentive boyfriend he notice you seeming to space out as your fanned yourself but you were really thinking about him. He placed his hat on your head to produce some shade. "here don't want ya getting a sun burned." he gave a charming smile.

"Hey want to hear something interesting?" you said to him. He took a seat next to you.

"I'm all ears." both of his knee bent his arms resting on them.

"I’ve heard it said that kissing is the ‘language of love.’ Would you care to have a conversation with me about it sometime?" tilting your head at him giving him a wink.

It took him a moment to process before laughing. "_______ that was so lame I loved it! But I can take you up on that offer right now if ya like." his arm sliding over your shoulder "lets get you out of the sun and go somewhere cooler." he winked beck at you.

[jobean12-blog]

Boys in Bed with Books (5)

Pairing: Chris Beck x reader

Word Count: 589

Summary: You distract Chris while he’s reading in bed. 

Author’s Note: Here is part 5 of my little mini-series, Boys in Bed with Book, all sparked from the above picture! Distracting these boys while they try to read was just too tempting! Thank you all so much for your continued support and kindness! It really makes me happy that you are enjoying these! This was going to be the last part but I got a little request for one more so I’ll be posting that in the next couple of days to conclude the series. This is also to celebrate @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ unbirthday and 3k celebration! When I started writing I was only doing Bucky stories but the support and love from the group really enabled me to brach out and I fell in love with so many characters, one being Beck of course! 🥰Enjoy and thank you again, so much, for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: teasing, light oral (male rec), smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Read the other parts of the mini-series here: 

Part 1: Andy Barber

Part 2: Bucky Barnes

Part 3: Charles Blackwood

Part 4: Steve Rogers

You walk in the door and call for Chris, his lack of response telling you all you need to know. Without removing your heels, you walk up the steps and into your bedroom. As you suspected, Chris is laying back on the bed, his tie partially undone and his shirt only half unbuttoned.

“Couldn’t even wait to get changed huh?” you ask teasingly.

He finally drags his eyes away from the biomedical journal in his hands and lets his gaze slowly drift from your head to your toes.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this article,” he simpers.

“I do,” you reply and walk to the edge of the bed.

You lean forward and grab his tie, letting the silk slide through your fingers before you tug him forward for a kiss.

“How is it so far?” you ask against his lips.

“So far so good,” he whispers, nipping at your bottom lip.

You stand back up and start to undress. Beck’s eyes are still glued to the words on the page and you clear your throat. He looks up, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they slowly unbutton your shirt. With a roll of your shoulders, it falls to the floor and you’re in nothing but your bra, skirt and heels.

He adjusts himself in his pants, now watching you intensely as you reach behind and unzip your skirt, shaking it off your hips until it pools at your feet.

“Are you trying to distract me from my very important reading?” he asks with a wink.

“I’m just getting changed,” you insist, letting your eyes travel down to the bulge in his pants. “But it looks like you’re enjoying the show.”

He raises his eyebrows in a clear challenge and so you bring your arms behind your back and unclasp your bra, dropping it to the floor in a flutter of lace. Leaving your underwear and heels on you climb onto the bed and over him until you’re straddling his waist.

“You can keep reading,” you tell him as you finish undoing his loose tie.

“And how do you expect me to do that?” he scolds, dog earing his page and throwing the journal onto the nightstand.

You draw your shoulders up and bat your lashes at the same time your hands slide through his open shirt and undo the rest of the buttons. Your fingertips dance over his pecs and abs before you brush them through the patch of hair right above his belt.

“I’m just helping you get changed,” you argue, biting your lip when your arm rubs over his hard cock.

Slowly unbuckling his belt, you pull it through his pant loops and drop it to the floor then take his tie and do the same. His hands graze your sides as he gently slides them up to your breasts, massaging the soft flesh.

You rush to remove his pants, taking him in your hand and wrapping your fingers around him. Chris lets out a hiss when you squeeze harder, pumping your hand slowly. You lower your head and take the tip of his cock into your mouth, your tongue sliding over him.

After a few more teasing licks you sit back and remove your underwear, positioning yourself above him. You sink down slowly, letting every inch of him stretch you and place your hands on his chest. He looks between your bodies and watches his cock disappear inside you.

“This is so much better than reading,” he hums, grabbing your hips.

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[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Hola!I have been rewatching Victorious and I love beck and Jade so could you write a poly for them where they meet the reader,fall for her and try to flirt and seduce her but she is oblivious to it cause she has low-self esteem and doesn’t two person so popular,gorgeous,talented would fall for her,I understand if you can’t!lots of love!!💚💚

(A/N): I love that request so so much! I hope you’ll love what I came up with, hun <3

“There is something wrong with my cellphone.”

“Huh?” You blink when you hear Beck’s words, your eyes already trying to look at the screen of his phone. “What is it?”

He gives you a large grin. “It doesn’t have your number in it.”

You can feel the heat burn the skin around your cheeks, your brain already trying to pick at his words to find out whether he’s joking or not. But you don’t have the time to get to a conclusion that someone scoffs behind you.

“Is that really the best you could do?” Jade quirks an eyebrow at her boyfriend, already sitting down next to you at the outside table. “I think that was the most horrible pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh, really?” He squints his eyes at her, a sarcastic smile on his face. “Try to do better, then.”

You look at both of them with confusion, not sure of what’s going inside their heads. Hell, you don’t even understand why they’re both sitting at this table with you. You’ve barely got transferred into Hollywood Arts a few weeks ago... yet somehow, the most popular couple of the entire school has been following you almost the entire time. How in the world are these two even interested in talking to you? Surely they’re trying to pull a joke on you because there is no way someone as boring as you could catch their flirty attention.

“Will do.” Jade gives him a known grin, then turns her eyes towards you. “Listen, (Y/N). We want you. So tonight we’re going on a date.”

You choke on your sip of water, having not expected that bluntness. “W-What?”

“I see...” Beck quirks an eyebrow at the goth girl, rapidly eating up one of his fries. “We’re no longer being subtle, are we?”

“Flirting doesn’t work.” Jade rolls her eyes at him. “She’s clearly not taking the hint.”

“I...” You open and close your mouth a few times, your throat hurting as you massage your neck to make it better. “The joke’s not funny, guys...”

“See?” Jade shows you off with one of her hands, an annoyed look on her face. “She’s even oblivious to bluntness.”

Beck notices the insecurity in your eyes, a frown coming to his face.

“(Y/N).” He takes you by surprise when he gently takes one of your hands in his, his eyes now looking straight into your eyes. “I promise you; we’re not joking.”

You give him and Jade an unsure look, your brain still screaming the word ‘lies’ loudly. “... you’re not?”

“You think I flirt with anyone for fun?” Jade squints her eyes at you, almost insulted. “I have better things to do than that.”

“I...” You bite your bottom lip, now feeling like an idiot. “... you’re right... I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be.” You feel your blush deepen when Beck carefully pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes watching your reaction with a grin. “Just say you’ll go on a date with us.”

“I-I... you’re sure? I mean-”

“Hey.” Jade roughly grabs your chin and makes your head turn towards her, your eyes widening when you realize how close her face is to yours. “Say. You’ll. Go.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel your stomach twist, the chuckle you hear from Beck only making your mind melt even more than it did a few seconds earlier. You slowly nod a few seconds later, a shaky breath escaping from between your lips.

“Okay...” That seems enough to satisfied Jade, a grin forming on her lips as she frees your chin. “I’ll go on a date with you... but if this turns out to be a joke-”

“Trust me.” Beck intertwines his fingers with yours, giving you a wink. “It’s not.”

You really don’t know how you got this lucky.

[shangsclaws]

Hello, huh have you written, for Kabal, Hanzo, Kuai and Bi han, how would they be as fathers in case their s/o have a child already or as a guardian of a child. I hope you some fun! If you haven't written yet :)

gonna do just 3 of them, if u don’t mind :)

Kabal

Kabal will be apprehensive. He lives too fast (pun intended) to be settling down, and too dangerously to have a little track star to worry about. The gasmask probably stresses enough about the safety of his lover already.

With time, he’ll start to drop his flamboyant, if not gratingly arrogant attitude for a more unmoving one. Kabal figures that he’s gotta man up — he is no longer the only person to care about in his small, self-serving world. Plus, he’s got quite some good money working for Kano. It’d be as much of a waste as it would be a tragedy if he got fatally injured.

Speaking of money, much of Kabal’s pay check will definitely be going into his new family. We all saw his tower ending; he’s going all in on everything from security to the good old fun and games for his kid (and his lover too, wink wink). He might seem like a hardened mercenary to any of his other black dragon members, but around his beloved family, that all goes away.

Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion

Taking care of a clan, as he’s surely said to other people before, is like caring for a family. But to have an actual family to care for this time around? It is beyond stressful to the grandmaster. If anything it’s haunting.

At the start of the relationship, Hanzo might have a difficult time trying to find the balance between his duties and his family. He’ll spend much of his time with his lover and child instead, wanting nothing but to be at their beck and call, as well as watching over them like a damn hawk.

The grandmaster will dread every moment he is away from his lover and their child, even despite having little disputes and enemies to worry over. No words of assurance from either of them will ever shake that feeling.

Bi-Han/Elder SubZero

Bi han will admittedly lack the warmth that his Shirai Ryu enemy has when it comes to family. Especially when it comes to the little one.

While he does care deeply for the two of them, the elder SubZero will not be afraid to impose Lin Kuei traditions (*cough cough* training *cough cough*) upon the child when he gets the chance, harbouring the mindset that he’d want to have them start young and continue the Lin Kuei legacy.

His rigid stance on training the child is not so easily dropped unless his lover is stern upon their freedom to do as they please. And knowing BiHan, his lover must surely be nothing short of strong willed. He will respect the child’s wishes, and greatly admire his lover in the same sense, content instead to be the skilled protector he knows he can be for them.

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[the-cranck-hobbit]

Creating new memories || Song of a Nightingale Pt.3

Author's note : English is not my mother tongue, I am french but I wanted to try to write in English so here we are ! (Don't hesitate to tell me about the errors…)

Pairing : Mitchell! OC x Rooster, mention of Kazansky! OC x Hangman, mention of OC × Iceman

Summary : Two years after the uranium mission, Maverick enjoys his new life. Working on his plane, drinking beer at the Hard Deck, building a limpy little family with Penny and her daughter, Rooster, his WSO's son and Blizzard, his wingman's and old friend's daughter. 

Everything change the day he got a call which announces the existence of a 26 years daughter. 

Discover the story of Ally and Bradley, find out if Kathleen will deal with her father's legacy, and meet Beck, the first woman graduate of Top Gun.

Warning : VERY BAD WRITING, age gap, mention of death, mention of diseases, mention of parents death, mention of s*x but nothing descriptive

Kat was sitting on the Kitchen’s table. She was talking by Facetime with Maverick. In San Diego, it was about 6pm. In melbourn, it was tomorrow morning. But Mav didn’t forget. Mav never forgot. “You didn’t have to.” Said Kat. “You should spend all the time you can with your daughter. I could wait for your return and wish me a Happy Birthday.” From the other side of the room, Jake looked at his girlfriend. Kat doesn't like her birthday. And before today, he didn’t know why. 

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They went to Kazansky's house with Bradley for lunch. It was a kind of family tradition that Sarah, the Admiral’s second wife, still respects two years after his death. Mrs Kazansky took her step daughter in her arms in warm hugs, as she always did since the first day they began to live in the same house. 

After the lunch, Bradley, Jake, Kat and Sarah sat in the living room and Sarah brought a box and a thin gift package. Kat gave her a disapproved look. She didn’t like birthday’s gift. Jake was still thinking about a way to make her accept his. 

“Before you say anything, this one is not for you.” Sarah told, holding the boxe. “I did some tidying on Tom’s desk. I found some photos from his Top Gun’s days. I keep it for Maverick, I will give it to him when he'll be back from Australia. But I also found photos that date from some years that followed.” She looked at Bradley and gave him the box. Bradley opened the box carefully. He took the photos in his hand and the other pilots looked at it with him. 

In the first photo, Bradley must be around 3 years old. He is sitting at a table on the terrace of an ice cream parlor with a chocolate ice cream in his hand (and in fact a lot of chocolate ice cream in his face). Next to him, a blond-haired woman : Carole. Sitting on the other side of the table was a very young Tom Kazansky, tan skin and shining smile. On his side, a woman with long brown hair : Becca not-yet-Kazansky. They are all smiling and they brandish the ice cream. 

In the next photo, a five years old Bradley is building a sand castle with young Maverick and Iceman. 

Third photo, Bradley is on the shoulder of Tom. “You told me that you knew the Admiral since your childhood but I didn’t know that you were that close.” said Hangman. 

“Aunt Becca was a close friend of my parents. Almost family. She always stayed around after my father’s death.” Kat stayed quiet, watching her parents' faces. 

Sarah handed Kat the thin gift. “I promise it didn’t cost me more than a frame’s price.” Said Sarah with a wink. Blizzard slowly opened the package. It was, in fact, a photo frame. The photo has been taken on an airport tarmac. Kathleen was young, about 6 or 7 years old. Behind her, Iceman is dressed in civilian clothes. He is older than in Bradley’s photo but young and shining. Storm is wearing her flight suits, smiling and beautiful. “I know this photo” Kateen whispered in a breath. 

“According to the date written on the bask, it looks like it had been taken on…” Kat interrupts her step mother. “On my seventh birthday.” Jake could see Bradley tensed and he heard Kathleen’s voice break. Something was wrong. 

Blizzard resumed herself and thanked Sarah. Even if she is smiling, her tone was a little more cold. Something was definitely wrong. 

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Kazansky’s House, two years ago

Kathleen sighs at the moment she passed through the door of her family’s house. She hasn't come back since the beginning of training. 

It was a fucking mess. Blizzard asked to not be deployed when she heard about her father’s relapse of his disease. No one in the Navy knew about it, but her demand has been approuve. But the Navy thought that Blizzard’s skills were too precious for this mission. So instead of being able to select her for the mission, they asked her to assist Maverick as instructor. 

Blizzard wondered if there has not been an idea of her father in this idea. Silently asking her to be the peacemaker between Maverick and Rooster. 

Sarah welcomed her with a warm hug. “Where is he ?” Kat asked immediately. “In his room.” she replied. “He has just had a visit from Maverick. He is a little tired. But go on. He wouldn’t like to miss you.”

Kathleen climbed the stairs and knocked at the door. She heard a cough from the other side. She opened the door and entered the room slowly. 

Her father laid in the bed, leaned against the headboard. “‘I’ll take the cough as an invitation to enter.” She said with a little smirk. Iceman smiled at her daughter and made a sign to come and sit down in the bed next to him. As soons as Kat was settled, Iceman took his phone and so did Blizzard. Talking is now painful for him. So he used all he could to communicate.

How is the training going ?

Blizzard sigh. Of course he wanted to talk about work. It was more easy for him that talking about the fucking things that avoid him to speack. So Blizzard talked to him about work. Training, pilots. The ghost of Goose that was flying with them. Even about this ashhole of a Hangman that discovered the truth about Rooster’s father and threw it in his face in the debriefing room. 

“I know you wanted me to find a way to put Maverick and Rooster together. I know it’s what Carole would like and what my mother would like. But I’m not sure I'll be able to.”

You will find a way. Maverick is gonna listen to you. And Bradley always listens to you.

Kat heaved a tired sigh. She was exhausted. Tom made a sign to come in his arms. No needs to be asked twice. She laid her head in her father’s chest, enjoying this little break. 

She felt his breath on her hair and heard a raspy voice saying “I love you, Kitty Kat.” She held back a sob and whispered back “I love you too, Dad.”

Then his breath became regular and she knew he had fallen asleep. 

She took the navy’s folder in the bedside table and went down the stairs to her father’s office. She opened the first drawer and put the folders in there. At the bottom of the drawer there was a frame that bothered her to properly store the papers. She took it away and looked at the photo. She let her fall on his father’s chair. 

It was a photo of her parents on their wedding day. Her mother was beautiful in her white dress, laughing while she was looking away, on the edge of the photo. Her father was holding her, dressed in his Navy ceremonial costume, looking at his new wife as if she was the Eighth Wonder of the World. 

Kat preciously put back the frame on the drawer. By doing that she moved the computer mouse and the screen lit up again on the last ward that her father previously wrote. Kat couldn't look away from the white letters on the black background.

It’s time to let go.

Kat felt the tears come to her eyes. She put her hand on her mouth, trying to hide her sobs. Then she burst into tears.

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Blizzard just hung up with Maverick. She looked at the photo frame that Sarah gifted to her. She uttered a sigh and turned the frame face to the table. 

Jake knows that her parents are still a sensitive subject for Kat. Even almost two years after Iceman’s death, Kat was still having nightmares sometimes. 

That's the reason why he hesitated before asking. “What's the story ?” Kat looked at Jake with a questioning look. “The story of this photo. You said you remembered it. And I know you enough to tell that there is something wrong.” 

“It’s our last photo together. It was my seventh birthday and the day my mother left for her last mission.” 

Jake didn’t need to hear more, he already knew this story. Iceman stopped flying when he became a father. But Storm couldn’t stop. It was stronger than her. Flying was part of her. But when Kathleen was about to turn seven, Storm finally decided to land. It was supposed to be her last mission. It has been in fact her last mission. 

“My seventh birthday was the last day I ever saw my mother.” Kat explained. “That's the reason why I don’t like to celebrate it. But my father always wanted to. One day, Carole Bradshaw told me that it was maybe his way to deal with it. Like if he wanted to create new memories to erase the painful ones.”

Jake nods. And then he got an idea. He came closer and looked at her, eyes sparkling, with his signature smirk. Kat stood up, suspicious. But she couldn’t help but smile. She knew this look. 

“What’s on your mind, Seresin ?” She asked playfully. “I like the idea of creating new memories” He said, coming closer like a predator. “In fact, I’ve got some ideas of memories we could've created.” 

His voice was deeper, almost growling. It sends a wave of heat through Kat’s body. “I’m afraid to not understand.” She said with an innocent voice. “I will need you to explain your idea.” 

Jake stuck her against the table. “You know what they say. Actions speak louder than words.” 

He raised her by her waist, lifted the skirt of her blue dress and pulled her on the edge of the table while removing her panties. Kat giggled. He kissed her passionately and slipped on his knee, hands on her thigh, head between her legs. Kat bit her button lips and let her head tilted back while she slipped her hand on his blond hair. 

Perhaps creating new memories was not a bad idea after all.  

[utterlyinevitable]

Carnival

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Word Count: 2.5k Warning: fluff and a few curse words (and PINING!)   Summary: There’s a carnival down by the bay and Becca ditches her friends to spend her special day with Ethan. This takes place during OHSY. 

A/N: As always thanks to @aylamwrites​ for pre-reading. Also sorry this has taken so long, anon! Hope you’re happy with it 😬

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It was a warm summer day and the gang of residents finally had a Sunday off together in what felt like months. Elijah, Jackie, Sienna, Becca, Bryce and Kyra were all sprawled around the living room of the former four’s apartment, their skin itching with heat.

“I’m going to die if we don’t get the A.C. fixed,“ Becca groaned from the wooden floor.

“I called Farley,” Sienna noted from the corner of the couch. “He said someone’s coming Monday morning.“

Bryce whined, “But it’s 90 degrees today!” He was parallel to Becca, cuddling his discarded shirt as a pillow.  

“Don’t you have your own place?“ Jackie retorted. 

Bryce reached over to pat Becca’s stomach and responded, “I’d choose sweating my balls off with my best pal over me-time any day.“

Jackie squinted her eyes, still not too sure of the dynamic between The B’s. 

Elijah was scrolling through Pictagram when he piped in, “Guys, did you know there’s a carnival in Charlestown?”  

The friends responded with mixed grumbles of “no”, “really?”, and one “aren’t we too old for rides?”. 

“Says there’s a beer garden, and it’s by the water,” he added in hopes of coaxing his friends into a little adventure. 

It was a unanimous decision for the residents to leave the uncomfortable heat of the apartment and head to the park. The carnival was down by the bay and in support of the Boston Historical Society. The group circled the grounds twice, taking time to play one of those water racing games and sample all that the best food trucks Boston have to offer. 

The tap stall was by far their favorite. The gray truck was home to six different beers and even had a game bolted to the passenger side. If you managed to get all 3 rings on the vertically hanging and impossibly tiny peg, you got a free pint and a commemorative mug. Bryce managed to win free pints for himself, Becca and Kyra - although Kyra used the cancer card when the last ring spun along the peg tantalizingly slowly before falling off the side. Bryce shot her a disapproving look as Kyra accepted the free drink. The three winners stood by while Jackie fought with the worker about how this game was completely rigged, so desperately wanting a win and free beer. 

Filling up her second mug as she waited, Becca snapped a commemorative photo of her day drunk state with Bryce’s megawatt smile and wink photobombing in the background. Cheekily, she texted it to Ethan. They were friends after all. The two hadn’t crossed any intimate lines since he returned from the Amazon, though they could be caught holding hands time and time again. 

Before she could respond back she was being dragged away. 

“Come on, Becks!” 

Bryce led them to the photobooth where they all took a string of silly pictures. It was fun to immortalize this day, but Bryce had an ulterior motive. 

“Happy Birthday, Becks,” he whispered in her ear as the six of them posed with various props. 

She looked over at the bright eyed and absolutely perfect man next to her, “How did you -?” 

Becca didn’t like birthdays and she certainly didn’t tell people when hers was. The only people who knew the significance of today were her mother, aunt, and HR representative at Edenbrook.  

All he offered was a wiggle of his manicured brows and “I have my ways of persuasion.” 

“Hospital database?” she matched.   

Bryce chuckled and slung an arm over his best friend’s shoulders, “I’ll never tell.”  

As the sweltering afternoon set in, the group settled into the grass of the secluded beer garden and enjoyed the band playing some classic rock cover songs. She was leaning into Bryce when Becca noticed a familiar gray sweater passing by. 

Her eyes furrowed thinking she was hallucinating. Who in their right mind wears a cardigan in this heat!? After blinking a few times she was certain he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.  

“Be right back,” she hopped up so quickly she nudged Bryce in the ribs. “Sorry,” she mouthed as she ran after the tall and notably refined figure she’s come to admire.  

“Hey!” she called from six feet away, “Dr. Grumpy!” 

Ethan turned towards the recognizable sing-song voice and let her catch up to him. 

Becca had the biggest smile plastered onto her sun kissed cheeks when she said, “You came.” 

“It’d be a shame not to support such a worthwhile cause,” he shrugged as he crossed his arms, trying hard not to let her smile infect him. “Also there’s a gourmet mac and cheese truck I’ve heard is a must-try.”  

In her current tipsy state she didn’t catch most of his words but knew she texted him about Mac Attack’s presence as a follow up to their conversation about comfort food from last week. 

With a deviously elated smile, Becca slung her arm through his and tugged, “Lets go.” 

Ethan was stunned by her forwardness in such a public place, however, for some reason he didn’t care. 

“Where to?” he asked with a faint smirk as he shuffled along with her.  

“I’ve been thinking about fried Oreo’s all day,” Becca all but moaned, licking her lips.  

He quipped, “I’d like some sustenance to combat the imminent heart attack.”  

“Mac Attack it is!” she said in complete elation before skipping along, dragging Ethan alongside her. 

They stood fourth in line at the popular bright yellow and red food truck. The clear blue sky started to turn shades of wandering pink and purple as the sun began to set. Becca was staring up at the sky as Ethan was studying the limited menu with distaste.    

“That looks awful,” Ethan groaned, pointing at the bucket of everything-on-top gooey mac-and-cheese one of the patrons was walking away with. 

“Well if you didn’t want to eat greasy comfort food, why’d you come?”  

Ethan dismissed her comment, sheepishly caving, “Fine, let’s share.” The beam radiating off her freckled cheeks was all the reassurance he needed. “You like truffles?” 

“Nope,” she popped the ‘p’. “I like crispy onions and bacon.” 

Their eyes met and Ethan let the slightest of smiles find home on his lips. 

Ethan paid for the meal and the two carried the carton over to an empty wooden picnic bench. He held the cheesy heaven in his large palm stably for them to pick at with their two-pronged forks.  

“I concede,” Ethan began after the second forkful, “This is rather tasty.”  

“Told you!” Becca lit up. “And you should wash it down with…” she patted her body and looked around their seating area for her mug. “Crap, I left it with Bryce.” Her doe brown eyes went wide as realization washed over her. “Shit, how long have I been gone for?” she said more to herself.  

Becca stood up, grabbing her phone from her jean short pocket and texted the group chat a single emoji. 

“All good.” She put the phone back in its place and bent down to shove the last big forkful of gooey goodness into her mouth. “Whatcha wanna do now?” Ethan gazed at her as she not-so-eloquently spoke with a mouthful. “Riiiides?”  

“I don’t do rides.” 

“Heh,” she tried and wonderfully failed to hide her smirk at the naughty remark she could have made. One and a half more beers and she would have made it. 

He raised a questioning eyebrow. 

“Your options are: ferris wheel, sizzler, or photobooth and beer garden,” she listed off a few things she wouldn’t mind doing. “Fair warning, my friends are camped out in the beer garden.” 

He sighed, “Ferris wheel.”  

“So romantic!” she winked. 

“I regret this already.” 

The two chucked the rubbish in the nearest garbage pail and made their way to the side of the park with the rides. They walked side by side, their hands brushing against the other’s every now and again. In the bubble of waning alcohol and heat of this surprising summer day her pinky extended to caress his before capturing it as her own.  

Not far from the Ferris wheel entrance, they noticed Baz, Zaid and Ines in conversation by the ticket booth. With a timid look at one another Ethan took her whole hand in his and promptly changed course; 

“Photobooth.” 

She can’t say she minded. 

Becca tugged back on his hand stopping him in his tracks. Ethan whipped around, eyes pleading. He did not want to be caught, lest by Baz. 

“Beer first. You gotta catch up,” she enlightened. “I don’t want four photos of Dr. Grouch. I want Ethan.” 

Lucky enough they were at the east entrance while her friends were still camped out by the west. Even more in Ethan’s favor, one of the stalls was a local whiskey distillery. 

“Someone knew you were coming,” Becca joked as she pointed to the wooden stall. 

After some bargaining, the doctors were graciously allowed to down two flights of samples in exchange for Ethan placing a decent-sized delivery order. 

“Last one.” He inspected the liquid. “I will not be offended if you can’t stomach it. Though I will judge you.” He lifted the dixie cup up and she saluted hers as well. 

The thick brown solvent smelled like sweet gasoline and tingled against her tongue. Becca pursed her lips in an attempt to keep an indifferent face. She couldn’t do it. Her mouth begged for air and a chaser. “It burns,” she choked. 

Everything about Becca was endearing. Her cheeks were flushed and her freckles were more prominent than he had ever seen, even in the dusk and illuminated by harsh floodlights. A brisk night breeze washed over them sending a shiver up her spine. Without a second thought, Ethan shrugged out of his cardigan, holding it open for her. 

Becca closed the gap between them, turning her back and slipping her arms into the baggy sleeves of the soft fabric. The closeness and wafts of his cologne were another type of intoxicating. She fell into it. Her back pressed into Ethan’s chest, she tilted to see the ebullient blue eyes gazing down at her. His supple lips parted. The pleasant whiskey-laced breaths enticing her.  

Their locked eyes were glazed, a telling signal that it was about time to let loose. 

Ethan licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Where’s this godforsaken photobooth?”  

With the kindest of smiles she broke the trance, pulling his cardigan tightly around her and moving onto the next activity. 

They moseyed on over to the photobooth, coming full circle on her special day out. 

Being just over 6’4”, Ethan was too tall and the photographer signaled him to sit on the stool. Becca gazed at the box of props in consideration, deciding to go au naturale. She already had the silly photos from earlier, anyway. Looking at Ethan sitting there impatiently Becca bit her lip, deciding on an audacious move. 

She sauntered over, fitting herself perfectly in the space between his legs. She perched herself on his left thigh and draped her arm over the back of his shoulders, feeling every tense muscle along his upper back. Ethan reflexively closed his legs tight to give her better balance and wrapped his left arm securely around her waist. The much too big cardigan slipped, exposing her bare shoulders. Their eyes locked. His free hand flew to the exposed skin of her leg as it lifted to lay across his lap on its own volition. The corners of her lips perked before she turned her head to the camera, letting the photographer know they were more or less ready. 

They both gave their best candid smile. 

Click. 

Becca was so close. Ethan was drawn to the sweet scent of vanilla and gardenias on her neck. His eyes hooded as he relished her, and his left hand grabbed a wanton fistful of sweater.  

Click. 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him inching closer, and tilted her head towards him. Their noses brushed. 

“It’s my birthday,” she whispered, their lips mere centimeters apart.  

“Is it?” he murmured. 

Click.  

She nodded sheepishly, her half-lidded eyes never leaving his.  

His wide eyes never looked more crystal clear. 

A signature smirk took place as he hinted, “Then I supposed ‘Happy Birthday’ is in order.” 

His heated breath was sweet with the last notes of whiskey and lingering of mint. It surrounded her, pulling her closer to him. His shallow breaths picked up as her lungs stopped working. It was as if he was breathing for her, giving her life in his simplistic existence. A fleeting pound against her side gave her a push.

She kissed him. For the first time in months they became one.   

Their lips overlapped, capturing his plump bottom lip between her own. His shoulders rounded under her touch. Neither dared to deepen the moment. Her tender kiss became bruising as he gripped her tighter, closer - as close as their flush bodies could become. 

Click. 

Ethan pulled away, “Reb-”  

She pressed her index finger to his lips. “Shh, that’s my present,” she sighed with her forehead against his.   

They sat there longer than acceptable, hearts racing and eyes conveying all they wish they had the courage to say. 

The loud grumble from the photographer brought them back into reality. 

Becca waited a few steps away from the booth as Ethan apologized and paid for the photographs. He bought two copies; folding one delicately in his wallet before walking over and handing the other to her. 

Becca stared at the first photo on the strip, her thumb hovering over their faces. “I can’t believe you’re smiling,” she contentedly muttered. Her eyes trailed down to the last. Looking up at Ethan she told him in earnest, “Best present ever.” 

Ethan’s hand flew to rub the back of his neck as he averted his gaze down to the dewy grass. “I - I knew it’s your birthday, Rookie.”  

She raised a brow, “Came down to celebrate with me?”  

“Something like that.”

Becca found the hidden smile in his features instantly. She went to take a step closer to him, daring for their lips to meet once more. 

But the universe had other plans.  

The loud bellowing voice stopped her motions, “Becks!”  

“Becca!” another rang.  

“Over here!” Bryce shouted once more from a fried food stand. 

They both let out a breath of air. 

Becca bit her lip as she looked from Ethan to Bryce and back to Ethan. “I… should go.” 

Deep brown met clouded blue, both filled with restrained sorrow.  

“Don’t get into any trouble.”  

“No promises.” She winked as she slipped out of his sweater. He accepted the fabric, now envious of how it was able to hold her all evening long. A lightbulb went off in Ethan’s mind as she started to turn away.   

“Oh.. right,” Ethan called her back to attention. She spun around, hopeful. “Here.” He handed her an ivory envelope from his back pocket with her name written out in his fluid script.  

She held the card in the same hand as the photos, looking down at it longingly. “Thank you.” Becca brought the weighted paper up to linger over her heart as she took one more look up at his sapphire blue eyes glistening along with the stars. 

Ethan gave a single nod, “See you tomorrow, Rookie.”  

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi there! I am a huge fan of your writing. You’re so talented!! All of your stories are pure GEM!!! Anyway, I have a story idea: reader is tom’s childhood friend and she substituting Harry as Tom’s assistant during one of his filming. Only if you don’t mind :) Thaank you!!

Thank you so much!!

Old Friend

part two

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

more like this:I might be the writer if we were a movie

“Are you serious?” Tom whined Into the phone.

“I know.” Harry sighed. “I’m sorry. But if I don’t make up my exam today, my professor is gonna fail me. There’s no way I can make it to set today.”

“It’s not your fault.” Tom didn’t want to put the blame on his brother. “I just really need an assistant. I get disorganized and stressed when you’re not there.”

“I know. That’s why I’m sending in a substitute assistant for the day.” Hardy replied.

“A substitute?” Tom sighed. “Who? I don’t really feel like teaching a stranger my whole schedule.”

“I already got them up to date on what they need to do.” Harry assured his brother. “And they’re not a stranger. You’ll know her when you see her.” 

As if on cue, Tom heard a knock on his trailer door.

“Tom?” You asked as you entered his trailer. Tom turned to the voice and his eyes widened at the sight of his childhood best friend. You were grown now, as was he. Your baby face had melted into a beautiful young woman. Your hair was lighter and your skin tanner, no doubt from the LA sun. He hadn’t seen you since you were 10, and you told him with tears running down your face that you were moving to America after growing up next to each other all your lives. Tom let the phone fall from his hand and felt his throat dry out.

“Y/n?” He asked hopefully. “Is that really you?”

“I think so.” You smiled. That was something that hadn’t changed. You still had the same angelic smile Tom remembered from his childhood, and it made him smile back.

“I haven’t seen you since we were kids. God, I barely recognize you when you’re not in a princess dress.” Tom laughed, still taking you in.

“And somehow, you still look like a prince. Nice hair.” You nodded towards his quaff and he blushed in embarrassment. It felt like you had fallen right back into how you used to be, and Tom was loving it.

“Trust me, it wasn’t my decision.” Tom defended his Prince Charming-esk hair.

“I like it no matter who’s decision it was.” You shrugged with an easy smile. “I see you still like to wear the same clothes.” You pointed at his Spider-Man suit with a cheeky smile. You and Tom had grown up in love with the 16 year old superhero, and him playing him was a dream come true.

“Yep.” Tom agreed, thinking back to late nights on the trampoline pretending to be Spider-Man. “This ones a little fancier but a lot harder to use the bathroom in.”

“If I remember correctly, you never had a problem using the bathroom in uncomfortable costumes before.” You raised your eyebrows and Tom groaned.

“I pee my pants during one school play and you never let me forget it.” He whined.

“Just trying to keep you humble, movie star.” You winked. “And I can’t get over it since it was during my only speaking line.”

“I was nervous.” He declared.

“You were a tree!” You protested.

“A nervous tree.” Tom defended. “And I can promise you, I have not peed during any scene since then.”

“I hope not, because as your assistant, I’d have to help you clean up.” You pointed out.

“How’d you end up as my assistant anyway?” Tom wondered, not that he was complaining.

“I moved to LA a month ago to follow my career and I ran into Harry yesterday at a cafe. He told me he was about to fail some class and I asked what I could do to help, and this is what I could do.” You replied. 14 years missing each other and you just so happened to run into Harry in a cafe.

“I’m gonna feel bad making you do things for me though.” Tom realized. He didn’t want to boss the only girl he ever loved around all day. Getting coffee was beneath you.

“Don’t.” You assured him. “Do you know how hard it is to find a job in LA? I will be your assistant for the rest of my life if you want.”

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded, feeling a little disappointed that you were only in it for the job.

“Plus, I get to hang out with my childhood best friend on a million dollar movie set. Trust me, I’m living the dream.” You smiled and poked his arm. At the first contact with you in 14 years, Tom felt his body light up like a live wire. He pulled you into a hug and held you there as if his life depended on it.

“I have missed you.” He said, voice wavering with emotion.

“I guess I missed you too.” You shrugged in his arms.

“Ouch.” Tom laughed at your indifference.

“I’m only teasing.” You laughed back. “My friends from high school and college know everything about you. You were all I talked about.”

“I get it. You wanted some street-cred for knowing a celebrity.” Tom said with a cocky grin.

“I actually never told them you were famous.” You answered, still in his arms.

“Really? You didn’t tell them you and Spider-Man used to finger paint portraits of each other?” Tom looked down at you the best he could.

“I told them about those portraits, but not that it was with Spider-Man.” You replied.

“Why not?“ Tom wondered.

“Because it wasn’t.” You shrugged. “It was with you. I knew you before you were famous and that’s the Tom I remember. I told them about how you were secretly a great carpenter but pretended to be bad so your mom wouldn’t make you go to carpentry school and how you accidentally ran over a butterfly with your bike and cried for a month. Those are the things I remembered and loved about you. You being famous is the least interesting thing about you.”

Tom was speechless with your words. You loved him for him, and clung on to your memories the same way he did. He squeezed you tighter and sniffled a little.

“I really missed you, Y/n.” He repeated. It was all he could say.

“I missed you too.” You smiled softly as you hugged your childhood best friend. You and Tom stood in silence, quietly swaying as he rested his chin on top of your head. No words were spoken, but no words were needed. You let your body language speak the words you didn’t have a chance to all those years you were apart.

“Now go make me a coffee.” Tom said, breaking the silence. You slipped out of his hug and gave him a shocked face.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Tom pulled your back into his arms with a laugh, placing a gentle “welcome home” kiss on your forehead. “I drink tea.”

You spent the day at Toms beck and call. He was incredibly easy to work with and just as kind as you remembered. He always sent you away with a “please” and greeted you with a “thank you.” You brought him his tea, script, schedule, and anything else he asked for. He was filming all day, but spent every break and lunch with you, just catching up. He learned that you were single and trying to become a playwright. Tom told you you’d be amazing. He was just as you remembered; goofy, annoying, and just about the sweetest guy alive. The day ended before you knew it and soon it was time to leave.

“I’ll see you when I see you.” You said as you gathered your things from Toms trailer, feeling deflated. He was busy at work and your time together was ending.

“Right, I’ll see you.” Tom said before putting his hand over his pocket. “Oh, what’s that? My phone is ringing?”

“I don’t hear a-“ you tried to say.

“-oh, it’s definitely ringing.” Tom cut you off as he took out his phone and held it to his ear. “Hello? Oh Harry! It’s Harry.” Tom whispered to you. “What’s that? You can’t be my assistant tomorrow either? You’re failing another class? Gosh golly darn it. I don’t know where I’ll find an assistant on such short notice.” Tom sighed loudly and you bit back a smile as his ridiculous behavior. “What did you say? You think Y/n should stay for another day? That’s a great idea Harry. Gee, I wish I thought of that idea. I’ll ask her. Okay. Bye now.” Tom pretended to hang up the phone and looked at you.

“Harry’s not coming tomorrow either.” Tom sighed again.

“Really? I had no idea.” You played along.

“I guess you’ll just have to be my assistant again tomorrow.” Tom shrugged as if he didn’t orchestrate the entire plan.

“I guess I will.” You shrugged back. You and Tom shared shy smiles, feeling like kids again.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked as you made your way out.

“Yes. Tomorrow.” Tom nodded and watched you leave.

“Damn it.” The director grumbled as he got off the phone the next day.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you fixed Toms hair before his next scene where Spider-Man had to save a girl from a falling truck.

“The extra broke her leg over the weekend.” He answered. “She’s not coming.”

“Can’t you just use someone else?” Tom asked.

“We’d have to find a girl who can fit into her costume and act in under half an hour to stay on schedule. That’s not happening in such short notice.” The director sighed and checked his clipboard.

“Y/n could do it.” Tom spoke up.

“What?” You asked him.

“It’s perfect.” Tom continued. “You can act and you can fit into her costume. We used to do plays all the time when we were younger.”

“A year 3 play is a lot different from a Marvel film.” You reminded him.

“Not really. Anthony Mackie acts like a third grader anyway.” Tom answered. “You’ll be fine. All you have to do is scream.”

“Tom, I can’t.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“Please?” He begged. “If we don’t shoot this scene today the whole movie will be delayed.”

“I’ve never been on camera before. I can’t just jump into a Spider-Man movie.” You protested.

“I did! Actually, I flipped in.” He corrected himself. “That’s besides the point. The point is, you’re amazing, you’re talented, you’re here, and I need you.” Tom listed. “Please?”

You looked at Tom and sighed. “What do I have to do?”

“Yay! Thank you!” Tom kissed your forehead. “All that’s gonna happen is I’m gonna swing down and pick you up to stop you from being crushed by a falling truck. Then we just swing around New York before I set you down all safe and sound. That’s easy enough, right?”

“Swing me around?” You gasped. “How high?”

“40, maybe 50 feet.” Tom shrugged.

“50 feet?!” You shrieked.

“I said maybe!” He shot back.

“I’m not good with heights.” You whined.

“It’s okay. I’ll be holding onto you the entire time. You’ll be safe in my arms.” Tom assured you, and you almost believed him.

“I don’t know.” You bit your lip.

“Come on, Y/n. We were the biggest Spider-Man fans as kids. You always told me it was your dream to swing around in his arms. This is your chance.” Tom pleaded with you as you felt the eyes of the entire cast and crew staring at you.

“My chance to fall 50 feet and die.” You shot back.

“You won’t fall. I won’t let you.” Tom promised as he held his hands under his chin in a pleading position.

“Fine.” You blurted. “What do I have to say?”

“You don’t have any lines. You just need to scream. You don’t even need a script.” Tom smiled as you were rushed off to hair and makeup.

Next thing you knew, you were changed into your costume, harnessed and had wires attached to you, Tom as well.

“Ready?” Tom gave you an excited thumbs up.

“No.” You answered, but couldn’t help the smile that appeared. Tom shot a grin back at you before slipping on his mask. The first story nodded at you, and you nodded back.

“Action!” The director called.

You did as you were told. You started running away as the cameras followed, always looking back and screaming.

You tried to go left and a car exploded in your way.

You tried to go right and a telephone line fell, blocking your path as sparks flew. You had nowhere to go and no one to save you. Then, the truck came flying at you. You screamed and covered your face just before Spider-Man came swinging in and swept you off your feet. You kept your eyes shut as Tom gave your hip a reassuring squeeze. You didn’t watch as you felt the worse pulling you higher and higher. You just held on tightly to Toms neck and prayed for a safe landing.

“Give is a scream!” The director called from below. You did as you were told.

“It’s okay. I got you!” Tom said triumphantly as Peter. He saw the platform he had to land on and squeezed your hip twice to let you know it was ending. He stuck his landing and you felt your feet touching the floor again. You slowly took your face out of the crook of his neck and looked around, timid and afraid, before looking at Tom.

“See? I told you I got you.” Tom laughed sprightly and gave you a squeeze.

It was in the script.

All of it.

The words, the swing, the moment. The extra who didn’t show up knew that. Tom knew that. The cast and crew knew that.

Not you though.

You’d never read the script. Not that scene anyway. So in the rush of the moment with your favorite superhero’s arms around you and your heart beating rapidly from the adrenaline, you lifted Toms mask above his nose and kissed him firmly without a second thought. The kiss softened and he cupped your face before you pulled away and shook your head to wake yourself up.

“Thanks Spider-Man.” You said bashfully and slowly took your arms from around his waist.

“Okay. You have a good day ma’am.” Tom pretended to tip an invisible hat at you and ran out of frame.

“Cut!” The director yelled.

“Sorry, I kinda went off script at the end there.” You quickly commented to both Tom and the director before it could get anymore awkward between you and Tom. He hadn’t removed his mask yet, and you were glad he hadn’t. You didn’t even know why you kissed him. You just did. Everything in you told you you had to.

“No problem. You were feeling the moment. All good actors do. You’ve felt the moment before, right Tom?” The director asked.

“I definitely felt something.” Tom said in a strange way.

“Y/n, Tom, great work. I think we got everything we need. You two can go home for the day. See you tomorrow.” He smiled and patted Tom on the back. Tom removed his mask and was just as red underneath. At first, no one spoke. Then he cleared his throat, then you. Finally, you had to speak.

“Sorry about that.” You offered.

“Don’t be.” Tom smiled tightly.

“It’s just, you know how long I’ve loved Spider-Man and when we were shooting that scene”, your heart started to pound again like it did when you were in the air, “it all felt so real. You in your suit looking like Peter Parker, I mean it was just magical.”

“I’m aware of how magical it was.” Tom smiled genuinely this time.

“No, but you’re used to it. Swinging around with the wind in my hair and your arms around me, I just got so emotional that I kissed you” you explained. “All I could do in that moment was kiss you. Uh, kiss Spider-Man I mean. I just really needed to kiss Spider-Man.”

“Right. Spider-Man.” Tom nodded, suddenly wondering if he wanted to be more than friends with his old friend.

Part two

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through the hourglass 140. brb x oc

a/n: * siiiigh * okay so, hrm, tumblr has been really shit to me and as you guys know, haha, im not doing well. So...maybe I'll take a break - I do have therapy tomorrow so maybe I'll feel better, who knows - all I want is for this hellsite to stop because I'm tired and I want to share my fics(reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3)

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She shouldn’t be surprised the place Rooster came with his mother was a small mom and pop shop hidden in her middle of the city. She loved how cozy it looked even from the outside, with the dark colors and the wooden beams - one of them had a little bear engraved on it, almost as if it was climbing up to the roof. Beatrice walked close to Rooster while she held Nicole to her chest, covering their daughter with part of her open jacket even if Nikki was bundled up as warm as possible.

She was having fun just by hanging close to her mother, her cheeks rosy red and eyes squinted because of the cold weather, but she was just happy to be around. “Thanks,Roos.” Beatrice whispers when her husband keeps the door open for her, smirking and winking in her direction as she walked past him towards the warm interior. The bell jingled as the door closed with Rooster shrugging off his jacket and telling her to hand Nicole over so he could remove hers.

“This is a lovely place.” she says, looking up at the ceiling and placing the coat on the hanger by the door, “It’s so…familiar.”

“It does remind a little bit of the cabin,huh?”

It did, albeit it was smaller than the cabin was, very warm and it smelled great. Beatrice couldn’t help but grin at the several pictures on the walls: a beautiful gradient from black and white to color, showing the generation of owners that passed through this establishment, “It does.” she turns to Rooster, stretching her arms to pick Nicole, “Where are we going to sit?”

He looks around for a few seconds, then does a double take at the corner, smirking, “There.” he speed walks towards it, but he’s not so fast that Beatrice can’t keep up with him, in fact he’s holding out his hand for her to take it and the three of them could get to the booth that faced the large windows. Beatrice couldn’t help the smile on her face, it reminded her of their very first date - at Trooper’s - a few years back. “You can sit down,I’ll get Nikki’s booster seat.”

“Okay.” she says once she settles, her husband leaving her alone to talk to the lady on the counter. She watches as the woman’s face widens in recognition, her hands coming up to cup her cheeks in surprise before she walks around the counter to give Bradley a hug. She hears the lady calling a male name and an elder gentleman walks out from a little room with the word ‘Office’ above the walls.

Both of them hug Rooster, then spend a few minutes talking to him. She,however, stills a bit - like a deer in the headlights - when Rooster gestures towards her and Nikki. His mouth forms the words ‘my wife’ and he grins, brightly, like the sun when he says so, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

Another round of surprised gasps and congratulatory comments were thrown his way, even if she couldn’t get all of it. He leans closer to the couple, once again pointing to his girls on the booth and the man nods with a face that clearly says ‘as if there was any doubt!’ before he walks away.

The lady pats Rooster’s shoulder and then turns him around, shushing him back to their seat. He comes back laughing like a little boy, his cheeks still flushed, “They are going to bring a booster seat,” he says, not sitting down in front of Beatrice and propping his hands on her hips, creating a Rooster shaped shield from anyone who walked into the restaurant, “And the menus.”

“They didn’t have to! We could’ve got it from the car.”

“Yeah,I tried telling them but they said with the snow they didn’t want neither of us walking outside.”

Beatrice smiled softly “They seem to know you.”

“Hah, yeah, they are the same people from when I was a kid.” he says, ‘They were…really happy to see me and even happier when I told them I got married.”

“They appeared as such.” she says, “You looked so flushed it was adorable.”

He pursed his lips with a shy little ‘hm’ escaping his throat, almost as if he wanted to laugh but couldn’t yet, like a little boy who was just told how handsome he was. That boyish charm that made her knees weak only made her feel like flying, “Yeah, well.” he digs his hands in his pockets, smiling more when the male owner walks out of the room with a booster seat - brand new too - already speeding up to meet them mid way.

Introductions were made, this man’s name was Jim and his wife’s name was Cheryl, they owned this place ever since Rooster was ‘smaller than the palm of his hand’ mentioning that Carole and Nick used to come here when they were dating. Beatrice thought it was so sweet how they remembered them and how this spot became a beacon for Goose and Carole’s relationship and, of course, Rooster’s childhood.

The man was so kind to them, he was curious about Beatrice because ‘her accent was not from ‘round there’ and she told him she was from San Diego. The look he gave Rooster, followed by the subtle jab on the pilot’s ribs - and the not so subtle wink- made her blink in confusion. And then he turned to Nicole, who immediately grinned at him, ‘ha!’ she was starting to connect sounds to words, it was adorable seeing her trying to speak the best way that she could.

After Rooster set the booster seat down and Beatrice placed Nicole in it, her husband finally sat in front of her with a gentle sigh. He kept his eyes on his watch for a second, pressing the button on the sides to light up the visor, “We are just in time for lunch, nice, and we- what?” she was grinning at him, making him laugh confusedly, “What?”

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“When he asked about where I was from,” she said, “He looked at you funny and he elbowed your rib as if he knew something I didn’t…soo,what do I not know about you?”

Rooster looked shocked, and amused, at the same time, only sputtering a quiet laugh before he crossed his arms, leaning back against the seat, ‘It was just a joke my mom liked to toss about.” she arched her brows waiting for him to continue, “...she used to say that my girl was going to be as warm as the sun from San Diego.” he smirks, folding his arms over the table so he could lean a bit closer to her.

Her cheeks immediately reddened and her lower lip slipped between her teeth as she chewed the soft flesh when his voice went down an octave, a deep purr that sent shivers down her body, “...really?”

“I could also say that the girl I was going to be with is also as hot as San Diego.” he smirks, “Because, well, you are aren’t you?”

“Roos.”

“And you know, I thought about it for a long time but then it escaped my mind…in fact I was only reminded of this now,when he mentioned it.” he says softly, “You are pretty much like that, Bea. Warm and beautiful…and you look amazing in a bikini.” she blushes harder, covering her face with her hands as Rooster returns to his previous relaxed position, smirking at his wife’s adorable embarrassment.

When Cheryl comes over with the menus, she gives the two a sweet look, almost proud of what she was seeing then walks back, “...well,” Beatrice clears her throat, checking what they could order while Nicole busied herself with the teething ring they brought along, “What…what should we order?”

“Hmmmm…” he taps his chin, holding the laminated paper up with his eyes narrowing just enough, “They have a great bbq here, so I might get that.”

“Oh, I think I’ll get it too then.”

“You sure?” he asks, “It’s a lot of food, gorgeous.”

Beatrice blinks, then looks down at the menu again, “W-Well, I…I want to try…we can take some back if I can’t handle it,right?”

“Of course.” he smirks, setting the menus aside as they waited, “And we can get some apple puree for Nikki…ooohh and some apple pie later. I’d love some apple pie.”

“You sure it’ll fit?’

“Oh I’ll make it fit.” he smiles, winking at her, “Why do you think I didn’t have breakfast?”

That’s true, he only had black coffee that morning…maybe she should’ve skipped as well. Beatrice,however, smiles at his expression…he’s relaxed, he’s so happy and it was like he went back ten years with how bright his expression is.He always mentioned that he wouldn’t live in Virginia again, but it was hard to ignore how elated he always looked whenever they came over to visit.

After ordering their food, and Nikki’s, Beatrice tried to not appear too shocked when that huge tray appeared in front of them. She widened her eyes, there were ribs,mac ‘n cheese, cornbread and so many other things that Beatrice didn’t even know what it was anymore, only that it smelled so good, “...o-oh wow.”

“I told you it was a lot.” he says, already licking his thumb and forefinger once he grabbed the ribs - shaking it and making the meat fall off the bone- ‘You don’t have to eat it all.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to.” she laughs nervously, choosing to open Nicole’s plastic cup where the apple puree was, their daughter clearly interested since she stopped chewing her teething ring to pay attention on what her mother was doing, little mouth parted open in wonder as the thin film that kept the cup closed was peeled off and Beatrice crumpled it into a ball, “Are you sure you can eat it all?”

“Hell yeah,I didn’t had this in years.” he smirks, taking a bite of everything and smiling with his eyes closed, almost as if he stepped into paradise the second those flavors invaded his mouth, “Fuck this is so good.”

Nicole giggles at her father’s antics, but opens her mouth to receive the apple puree at the same time, her mother just smiles at the scene and keeps her eyes on both of her favorite people in this whole wide world. Rooster is having a blast, Nicole is clearly enjoying herself but there’s more than that…it’s the fact that they were all here, in Virginia, in a place that was literally part of Rooster’s story and his parents as well.

She didn’t know why she was emotional.

Well, she did know why, it was also because of the twins but…it was so special. She hadn’t met Carole nor Goose, but she felt that Rooster was making her meet them through his eyes and…it was so sweet the way he was doing it. The first time they came they spent only a short weekend there, now they had a whole week and she couldn’t help but wonder what else he had in store for them.

Bradley looks up from his food towards her, “Baby,” his face turns serious immediately, “What’s the matter?”

“Huh?”

“You are tearing up.”

“Oh,” she quickly wipes her eyes and sniffles,laughing nervously, “Sorry, the hormones are getting to me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she smiles after wiping Nicole’s lips with the adorable bib they gave to them - it had a tiny black bear on it - “I’m just happy to see you happy.”

Rooster’s mouth slowly turned into a smile, his cheeks darkening slightly - a hue of reddish orange on those high cheekbones of his -  and his eyes shining even more, not with tears but just…pure bliss.

“I’m just happy we are here.” she whispers, “I…I had no idea that you had a whole past with this place, Roos…it’s really nice,it really is.And the fact we are here as well, with Nikki…it’s special,it really is.” and she didn’t want to elaborate on that because she was already emotional, she didn’t need to cry more, ‘I just feel…honored? I guess that’s the word, that you brought us here.”

Bradley chews his food for a while longer, then smirks at her, holding his face on his closed fist, ‘There’s nothing like that. Baby, you are my girl.” another blush, darker this time, “And Nikki is our baby girl, I want you to enjoy a few things I did too. And if I’m able, then I’ll bring you along.”

“Well, it’s still special.”

“It is because you are here.” he adds softly, “Of course I have memories with my mom and very few with my dad…but when I bring you two- well four - along it’s because I think it’s time we…make our own memories.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears, “Roos…that’s so cute.”

“I’m just bein’ honest. What I want this week is for us to have the best time of our lives, with Nikki and the dogs…and us of course.It’ll be an amazing New Year because we’ll be together for the…second time to enjoy it? Not being deployed helps a lot.”

Beatrice’s smile gets soft again and she tucks a few hairs behind her ear, “...you think you’ll get deployed when we get back, don’t you?”

“It’s very possible.” he mutters, “I hope it’s not too long, I’d want to see the twins but…I don’t know.”

A hard silence takes over after he says that, Beatrice knows that he didn’t want to think more about it, so she cuts the convo to something else, “Are there any other places you’d like ot tell me?” she finally takes a bite of her own tray, widening her eyes and covering her mouth with a hand, ‘...oh wow this is so good,Roos.”

“Ain’t it? I thought you’d like it.” he is so proud when he says that, tapping the back of his fork against his plate and thinking about it, holding his head up still, “...there are some, I really want you to see my old school, my old high school.”

“Why? You mentioned it before.”

He pauses, the constant tapping of the fork against his plate adding to the now comforting quietness that surrounded them - the gentle voice of Etta James echoed on the speakers around the restaurant - “I can’t say my high school life was good. It was doable, it was good to handle, but I really liked the structure itself. We had a lot of trees. A lot of them, there was one right before the gymnasium, it was huge and you could climb on it and hide there during lunch if you wanted.”

“Did you and your friends do that?”

“Sometimes. My coach was always very vocal about me training. He used to say I had chicken legs and- don’t you start.” she is trying to cover her laughter, proceeding to do so by chewing some cornbread and offering him a shrug, “...and that I had to fatten them up. Which was a lie, my legs were fine back then, not so different from now. Plus I was really good, he knew I could skip a few days…” he pauses and a horrified look appears on his face, “Oh God I think he had a crush on my mom.”

“What?”

‘Oh no,oh God that’s–that explains so much.” he groans, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips then inhaling deeply once he placed his palms against his face, “Ew, eugh,fuck…anyway, let’s focus back on what we should think about and not the sudden traumatizing memory that resurfaced, please.” he drops his hands to the table, holding out his fingers, “There’s also…the bar I used to go during college, uhhh, the park where I’d go with my dog - we can take the dogs and Nikki there if it’s not too cold.”

Beatrice smiles, a lot because of his previous reaction but mainly because of his suggestions, “Yeah,we can do that, no worries.” as long as they had a good time, there was nothing wrong with that “Oh!Can I see UVA?”

“You want to?”

“Yeah,I’ve only seen pictures online and I saw your graduation pic,” he looked so handsome, his mustache was already as thick then but longer and so was his hair, he looked like a surfer guy from the 70’s, “And it was so nice…please?”

His eyes softened, “When you ask like that, how can I say no?”

“Aaa!”

“And so does Nikki,” Beatrice smiles at their daughter who’s just slapping her little hands on the seat, there’s apple puree all over her face even if Beatrice cleaned her seconds before, “She wants to see where daddy got his education.” Nicole babbles more, as if agreeing and Beatrice just laughs at their daughter’s antics, “I just want to know more about you.”

“Well, you do know about me.”

“Yes,but there’s some stuff I only found out now…like how everyone thought you’d end up with a California girl.” she blushes with a sweet grin, one that makes his own heart jump in his chest, “I need to know all your secrets.”

“It’s not a secret, I just forgot.”

“Same thing.”

He huffs a laugh, then clicks his tongue, “Alright, alright…but only,’ he points his fork at her, “Because you are cute and I’m head over heels for you.”

[ahgasescenarios]

Christmas Lights- Taeil

PART 3- CHRISTMAS WITH NCT

Drabble 2- Driving around and looking at Christmas lights- Taeil

Word count: 768

A/N: Part 3 is out yayyy! If you guys like this little drabble series, let me know I'd love to hear your feedback! This scenario made me soft honestly and if you haven't noticed already yes I've been craving junk food lately (((: Hopefully this will make your day a tad bit better lovelies

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  The workload seemed endless. You were on your last week of the semester, drowning in assignments, papers, and final exams. It was overwhelming and you were honestly just looking forward to it all being over.

It was the crack of dawn, you had spent yet another sleepless night studying for an upcoming final. As you prepared yourself for a ramen break, you heard someone knocking at your door- which was weird because you had practically alienated everyone you knew for the time being.

And standing outside of your door was none other than Moon Taeil- your best friend (and crush but that was a secret).

“I come bearing gifts.” He lifted a bag filled with your favorite snacks as well as fried chicken.

“You know me too well.” You said dramatically. “Wait how did you buy this, isn’t everything closed at this time?”

“I have my ways.” He tried to wink but failed.

 You were now seated on the couch while Taeil held on to your flashcards, helping you study. You had negotiated a deal: for each answer you got right, you were allowed to take a bite of the chicken. After having failed to correctly identify the year of the refus global AND the Russian Revolution, you were starting to get a tad bit discouraged.

“I’m going to fail this stupid exam.” You stuffed your face into a pillow.

Taeil pulled the pillow from under you.

“You’re not going to fail, you just need a break. When was the last time you had one of those?”

You “thought” for a moment.

“ I don’t know.”

“Good 'cause I know exactly what you need.”

You knitted your brows in confusion but Taeil didn't leave any room for discussion as he dragged you along.

For some reason, he insisted on you closing your eyes the entire car ride there. You were growing impatient.

“Where are you even taking me?”

“You’ll see.” You could only guess the smirk resting on his lips.

 He took your hand and helped you out of his Chevy.

“Open your eyes.”

What you saw before you left you both in awe and mesmerized. You were standing in front of a beautiful mansion-like house lit up with Christmas lights. There were too many to count, they covered the entire house in multicolored beams of color. It felt so surreal and magical all at once, you were just frozen on the spot.

“And? You like it?” Taeil elbowed you gently.

“It’s perfect Taeil, thank you so much.”

Without even thinking, you turned to him and engulfed him in a hug. He was stiff at first (he wasn’t really one for affection) but hugged you back anyway. His hand played with your hair affectionately- something new from him.

“Wanna see more?”

“There’s more?” Your eyes lit up at the thought. He needn’t say more, you were already back in the passenger’s seat.

And as he hopped in the car, the parade of lights began. You were probably in some rich, festive neighborhood considering the effort (and money) people invested in the mere exterior of their houses.

It was such a breathtaking sight that it singlehandedly lifted up your spirits. You hadn’t been home for a while and this display of houses definitely made you feel reminiscent, which explained the tear slowly falling down your cheek.

Panic flooded Taeil's face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I just miss my family, it’s okay.”

“I’m family too okay? Don’t worry.”

How I wish you were more… you thought.

“What was that?”

Oh no, you actually said that out loud. You prayed he didn’t hear and shrugged it off. But he did hear.

“I didn’t say anything.”

He took a deep breath.

“What if I want to be more too?”

Your eyes widened in shock. You stumbled for words.

“What?”

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I like you and that’s why I’m always at your beck and call?”

You were as still as a statue.

“You like me?”

“I always have, dummy. I wouldn’t bring fried chicken at 3 am to just anyone.” This made you laugh.

“Well then what are you waiting for to make a move?”

At this, he smirked and cupped your face. He gently pressed his lips on yours, engulfing you in the most magical (and romantic) moment you could’ve hoped for.

He had come into your life when you needed him most and you would always be grateful for that. Dating your best friend was a dream come true, especially if it was Taeil. And who knows, maybe you’d actually pass that dreaded exam after all.

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“You can’t put alcohol in the hot chocolate.” Beck & Jasper

Beckett was understandably a little distracted as he exited the closet Loki had pulled him into, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t able to clock Jasper at his 3 o’clock pulling a suspicious looking flask from his pocket while standing dangerously close to the hot chocolate fountain Thor had insisted on getting for the Avengers Tower Christmas Party.

“You can’t put alcohol in the hot chocolate,” he murmured, sliding past Jasper and snatching the flask out of his hand when he turned to see where Beck was.

“It's not alcohol!” he protested, rolling his eyes, “Do I look like I’m sixteen years old?”

“You don’t want me to answer that.”

“Shut up,” Jasper snatched his flask back, “It’s not alcohol - its a concentrate of dark chocolate with some spices from Ellis that will make this fountain just a little less sweet enough to be bearable,” he glared at the apparently offending fountain, “Thor has great ideas but very poor execution. Especially when it comes to sweets.”

Beck snorted, “Just making sure - we’ve got a super soldier with intense ptsd, a sober assassin, and three gods in residence. I very much would like the tower to stay intact tonight.”

“Mmhmm,” Jasper nodded, clearly not listening as he dropped in generous amounts of the concoction at various points of the fountain, “Ellis said three drops but I’m thinking a little extra won’t hurt.”

“It will.”

Both jumped at the sound of the elf in question’s voice, and Jasper froze with the flask held above the fountain. He smiled, nervously, “Oh uh … hey Ellis. Just fixing Thor’s fountain. Nothing else.”

Ellis rolled his eyes and filled a cup with some of the cocoa running down the sides. He took a sip and frowned, “You’ve managed to make it to bitter,” he rolled his eyes, “Good thing I always have backups for backups.”

He pulled a small vial out of his pocket and dumped what looked to be liquid diamond into the fountain. He winked at Beckett, as he capped it and put it away, “Special sugar,” he faux whispered like he was letting Beck in on a secret, “From Jotunheim.”

“Jotunheim sugar?” Loki cut in, sliding up between Ellis and Beckett, “Now that is a treat.”

Beck smiled as Loki slid his hand into Beck’s, and stepped a half inch closer so their arms touched ever so slightly. To anyone else Loki’s jealousy was of Ellis, the wink and the fake secret telling too much of a flirt for a boyfriend to be comfortable with, but Beck knew better. Loki wasn’t jealous, just possessive. He wanted to be the one whispering secrets and winking, and he would show that off however he felt he wanted to - whether it was a barely secretive closet blow job or hand holding at the hot cocoa table in front of his brother’s paramour.

“Are you sure we can’t spike the hot chocolate?” Jasper asked, one eyebrow up at the sight of Beck and Loki’s hands.

“Absolutely not,” he replied, and nodded to the punch across the room. “Thad and Adrian already spiked the punch. We need something non alcoholic here.”

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 139. brb x oc

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His hand was so big around hers that Beatrice felt like his palm just swallowed it naturally, like a huge fish eating its dinner. He was holding her hand as the two watched tv, his thumb rubbing the length of her fingers as Nicole sat in front of them - with Jolene keeping her upright and the other two dogs on either side of her, creating a huge canine wall - eyes wide and mouth open.

They weren’t watching something too intense, they were just watching whatever random show was good enough for them all to enjoy. Beatrice leans her cheek on his shoulder, then looks from the window back to Rooster with her brows rising, “You are very touchy today.”

‘Hm?”

She laughs, nodding her head to their conjoined hands. Her husband’s eyes drop towards where she was directing and he huffs a chuckle, scratching the side of his face bashfully, “What?I can’t touch my wife?”

“You can always touch your wife.” she whispers, kissing his pouty lips, “But you hadn’t let go of me the whole morning…and it’s our second day here. So…anything on your mind?”

“There are some things but,” he licks his lips and looks away from her, “Nikki is right here so I better keep those to myself.” and he finishes it with a wink and a smirk that if she wasn’t already seated, she’d fall on her ass because how can someone be so handsome? Beatrice smiles at him because she’s glad to see him relaxed.

Yesterday was good, they went to the cemetery and Rooster got back without his nerves getting the best of him. He was…okay and happy and he looked like he couldn’t ask for anything better, and she was elated to see him like that.

Because she worried about him, she wanted him to be okay…and he was. “Okay, fine.” she chuckles, playfully shoving his shoulder only for her husband to grab her hand and kiss the inside of her wrist - purposefully blowing a raspberry against her skin and making her laugh, trying weakly to tug her arm away,”Nooo, let me go!” he does it again and this time she’s almost crying from laughter, “Stoooop!!Rooster!!!”

“Say you love me.” he mutters, “And I might.”

“Of course i love you-sTOP!” she wriggles a bit, neither their daughter or the dogs appeared to care on what they were doing, too interested on how hippopotamuses were quick under the water to pay attention to them, “Bradley Nicholas, if you don’t stop-!!”

He wraps his arms around her waist suddenly, then brings her up to his chest so he could kiss her cheeks all over and hug her close to him, “You said you’d let me go if I said I loved you.”

“Did I? I don’t recall that.” 

She laughs however, rubbing his face, “You look…really happy.”

“I am happy,gorgeous.” he smirks, pressing their foreheads together with a gentle sigh leaving his lips, “I really am. Coming here with you and Nikki and the dogs,” he adds the last part because Eleanor barks in confusion when he speaks, “Has been…really good…I’m just glad our life is going well.”

Beatrice blinks at him, still touching his face and then smiling, “Well,I’m glad too…but what brought this up?”

Rooster looks at her for a few seconds, then leans back against the couch, “...I was thinking about my parents…about my dad. I…I’m a higher rank than he was, I managed this and sometimes I wonder if he’d want to get farther from now.”

Beatrice noticed that…they never talked about his dreams within the Navy, she just assumed that he’d do it when ready since talking about his job could be very tiring and he’d much prefer to talk about her or Nikki…or the dogs, “What comes after Lieutenant?”

“Lieutenant-Commander.” 

“Oh,like Ashley Williams.” he frowns his brows and gives her a confused look, “...from…from Mass Effect- a-anyway,go on.”

“...I was just thinking about it. Would my dad want to go beyond? Would he want to be…commander? Or even Admiral?” he frowns, “Mav hates the idea, he wants to stay Captain for…as long as he can, he says if he can remain like that he’s happy.”

“Why?”

Bradley sighs, “I don’t know, I don’t think Mav likes…positions of power. He is okay guiding people and teaching people, but when I asked him if he’d be an admiral, he looked at me like I was crazy.” 

Beatrice blinks, playing with her fingers and then chewing her lower lip, “How about you? Would you want to be an admiral?”

Rooster pauses, rubbing the side of his face and thinking, thinking hard because his brows furrowed. Then his brown irises dropped to her stomach,then Nikki’s little body on the carpet and back to Beatrice’s eyes, “When I was younger…yes,I’d love that.”

“But…?”

“...I want to be with you.” he says sweetly, “I want to see our kids grow up. I…I am okay being deployed,Bea.I’m okay with it, but I know there’ll be a time that Nikki and the twins will go from children to college age kids and I’ll miss it…and I guess I’ll see how things will go then.”

Beatrice blinks at him again, surprised - but not really - at his answer, “...really?”

“Baby,I love my job.” he smirks, “I love it.I’m great at what I do…but if there’s a time when I have to choose between you and the Navy, I’ll always choose you.”

She felt all the air leave her lungs because…well,that was very unexpected. But she shouldn’t be so surprised when it comes to Rooster anymore, he was always very vocal how much they meant to him. Somehow there was a mix of emotions inside of her, part of her immediately started blaming herself because of that, his choice, the goblin voice cackling and making itself known in the back of her brain trying to play this off as her removing his own ideas. “...oh.”

“Oh?”

“No,no,it’s just…well, you-you love what you do.”

“I do. But I love you guys more…besides,” he chuckles softly, “Maybe I’ll manage it, who knows but for now the choice is made. I’ll stay within the Navy until I feel I can…then,we’ll see what happens.”

“Would you want to become Admiral?” he sputters a laugh, “What?’

“I don’t know if I’d have the patience.” he laughs, twiddling with his wedding ring, “Like I said, it all depends on how things will go,gorgeous. I’m not worried.” he leans back even more against the couch, stretching his torso and some of his happy trail peeks from under his dark brown sweater, her eyes flicking from it to his face before notices it. He notices how quiet she is and moves his eyes towards her, “Oh no,baby don’t cry.” she sniffles, bringing one of her sleeves to wipe her tears, “Oh, gorgeous, no, it’s okay, why are you crying?”

She sniffles again, letting him put her on his lap and kiss her forehead, “B-Because you are sweet! That’s why!” was her muffled response when she buries her face on his shoulder, “You are too sweet,Roos.You really are…and-and for you to say that-!!! How am I supposed to react?”

His heart melted over her words, closing his eyes in a painfully happy expression because Beatrice truly was the kindest soul he would ever meet, “Gorgeous,it’s okay.” he chuckles against her hair, the air moving a few strands before he leans back to look at her face, wiping her eyes the best he could, “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” another sniffle, “I just…I’m surprised a bit but not really? Because it’s you and I know you…a lot.”

“You do.”

“And I know that you never break your promises.’ she smiles sweetly, ‘...you are just incredible like that.” now it was his turn to look flustered, his cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit before he kisses her temple, bristles of his growing beard gently brushing against her skin, “It’s true.”

“I’m honored you think like that.” he coos again, nuzzling her head with his eyes closed, “When you are the incredible one here.”

“We’ll go back and forth with this.”

“I mean, yeah.”

They shared a laugh, like two teenagers who just started dating, her head still buried on the crook of his shoulder and his arms around her waist,his lips touching her scalp. Nicole, who finally looked away from the running cheetahs on the tv, turned her head to face her parents, gurgling a laugh. Her little body turned, she was turning around on her own! And she held herself on Jolene to stay on her knees.

The pitbull lifted her head to keep her snout on her little back in case she tumbled, and the siblings were on high alert when their mother moved, “Aaa!” she made grabby hands towards her parents, kicking her tiny legs when Rooster picked her up one handed, making ‘swoosh’ noises as he balanced her on top of his head then settled her between the two. “Buuhh pprrbh!”

“I know, mama and dada had to have a chat.” Rooster smiles, letting Nicole touch his face and the growing bristles on his cheeks, completely surprised at that. “That’s my beard,birdie. Dada is gonna shave in a few days- mmrh!” he sputters when Nicole just slaps his lips with her tiny hand, the sting was minimal but present enough to make him wince, “Ow!”

“You okay?” Beatrice was trying her best not to laugh, but was failing miserably, “Nikki, don’t hit dada like that- oh my god your lips are so red.” she even checks Nicole’s hand to see if her own hand was in the same way,but of course it wasn’t. It was just as soft as usual. “Nikki, we don’t hit dada…are you okay,Roos?”

He licks his lips with a frown, “My mouth is warm, ow.” he laughs because what else was there to do? “Damn, our baby girl has a strong arm, holy shit. She’s going to be a great baseball player when she’s older…Is it bad?”

“I can see her little handprint on your lower lip.” she snorts quietly, “But it’s gotten better…it’s not so…vibrant.”

“Baby girl, you listen here.” he picks Nicole from Beatrice’s hands and tries to be serious, furrowing his brows and frowning at her, “You can’t hit me like that,” their daughter gives him a gummy grin with the tiniest bit of teeth appearing, “Don’t you think that cute smile is going to make this situation easy for you,missy.” she laughs this time, kicking her legs. “...damn I’m just too weak when it comes to you two, I forgive you.” he engulfs Nicole in a hug and kisses her head over and over.

Beatrice watches with a smile, sitting on her knees as she…rethinks everything that he said minutes before. She was so…honored? Would that be the right word? Honored to have that thrown her way…but she couldn’t help the next question that came out of her mouth, “Roos.” she begins, “I want you to know I’ll support you in any way.”

Her husband looks away from Nikki to face her, arching his brow, “Huh?”

“I just want you to know that. Okay? You know you have my full support on whatever you want to do.” she still felt that little guilt monster climbing it’s way up her spine, but she ignored it the best she could, “That’s all.”

But Rooster could read her way too well by now. In fact…he just sat up on the couch with Nicole on his lap, his lips no longer red or swollen as he stared at Beatrice with his eyes fond, “...are you blaming yourself?” his knowing tone makes Beatrice immediately avoid his stare, “You don’t have to.”

“I know, it’s just the goblin in my head is thriving right now.”

He smirks, scooting closer to her while still holding Nicole, kissing her forehead, “You are okay. You are sweet.” their foreheads touch, “And you are kind, so kind baby…kind enough to make the angriest person love you…which means Cyclone would adore you.” Beatrice hadn’t met Evelyn’s father beyond their wedding day, but she laughed at his comment nonetheless, earning another kiss on the tip of her nose, “But really, it’ll be alright. I’m going to go as far as I can go…I’m not gonna think,I’ll just do.”

“You said that before.” she whispers, “Sounds like something Mav would say.”

“And it was.” he explains, “When we went to that mission, the one I told you about, he said just that to me. And that’s how we…managed it I guess…I’ve been using that a lot now, ever since then. Hell I used it before I asked you out.”

“...you did?”

“Baby, you were crying, you were scared and worried and the more I thought about what I could do the more I noticed that nothing I thought about could help…and that’s why I asked you out, because I wanted to do it. And I did it…and you said yes.” he smiles.

“...so I need to thank Mav for you taking the initiative?”

“....in a way.”

“You know I might use that for me.Sometimes I think…too much, my anxiety has gotten better but it can get bad.”

“I know,” he smiles, kissing her temple, nuzzling her hair after, “You did get a lot better, gorgeous. You are still the sweet, shy, loving girl I fell in love with…but now you have more confidence and that is really nice.” he smirks then, his eyes glinting with the promise of something, “...anyway! What do you think about us leaving the cabin a bit? It stopped snowing.”

“Oh, it did.’ she concludes once she looks at the window, “Well, where would we go? And we’d have to take Nikki.”

“I know a place,I used to go there all the time with my mom and I looked up, it’s still standing.” he smiles, adjusting Nicole on his lap, “We can keep the dogs here and you know, have some family time.”

Beatrice’s smile widened the more he spoke, then she nodded with her cheeks flushed red, “Okay. I like the idea…so we’d have lunch there then? Since it’s,” and she flips her phone to face her, “Almost eleven thirty.”

“We’d take around…thirty-five minutes to get there.” he says, “So yeah, pretty much.”

Beatrice grins at him, leaning close to kiss his lips sweetly but soundly, then kissing their daughter’s head “I’ll be right back, wait for me?”

“Oh, gorgeous.” he winks, “Always.”