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nekojitachan · 4 years ago

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Hmm, slowly working on Casts a Shadow ch8 while trying not to be distracted by the MDZS fic (so many ideas!). Trying to decide to post the next CAS chapter or upload the Raven!Andrew soulmate fic this weekend.

Either way, here’s a sneak peek at ch2 of CAS. Warning for the Nest, and dealing with sexual harassment in a... removing parts way.

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“You are such a speedy little demon; we should put a bell on you so we can at least keep track of you on the court,” Kari complained while she tousled Nathaniel’s hair. He grimaced at the affectionate gesture but allowed it since the offensive dealer was one of Natalie’s friends.

“You’re gonna give your mark fits once you’re an official Raven.” Octavia frowned as she handed over her apple. “We need to bulk you up some more by then.”

“He just burns it off,” Natalie said as she gave Nathaniel a slight nudge in the side. “This one seems built for running. Maybe he should be a striker or a dealer.”

“I like running,” Nathaniel mumbled after he swallowed a bite of apple; it was crisp and tart, just how he liked them. “And I do fine as a backliner.” He certainly had no problem blocking Riko and Kevin.

The three young women agreed and commented that lack of size didn’t equate to lack of toughness; Octavia and Kari were two of the newer Ravens, both sophomores, and among the few women on the team.

The Ravens – or at least some of them – had stopped being so standoffish with Nathaniel and Natalie in the last few weeks. Part of it had been them noticing the split (such as it was) between the two of them and Riko and Kevin (the ‘heirs’ of Exy), and part of it had been when John, an asshole freshman striker, had heard about Natalie’s sixteenth birthday and thought it a great idea to ask her if she was now ‘ready for some fun’.

Natalie had immediately pulled a knife on him and asked if he was ‘ready to live life as a eunuch’, while Nathaniel told her to leave him his balls and go for his dick instead.

For some reason, that had endeared the handful of women Ravens to them, and earned them the respect of some of the men. It also meant that Nathaniel had to put up with people messing with his hair and teasing him about his height (more the lack of it), about them being ‘asked’ to fetch drinks, snacks or other items during their downtime… but no one tried to hurt them.

(Other than Tetsuji when they messed up drills or practice, or Riko with his tricks out on court, but that didn’t count.)

Nathaniel supposed he could put up with becoming the Ravens’ ‘unofficial’ mascot when it made Natalie smile and got him extra fruit.

After lunch, everyone returned to their rooms or one of the common areas to study during the short time before the final practice of the day; Nathaniel and Natalie usually went to her room to do their homework together. They passed Riko and Kevin in the hallway since their rooms were nearby, and of course Riko couldn’t resist getting a taunt in while passing.

“Ooh, what class is it today? Reading for dummies?” He laughed at the pathetic joke while Kevin gave them an apologetic look; long used to the asshole’s antagonistic behavior, Nathaniel and his sister simply ignored him (which they knew would affect him the most).

For once, Riko left the insults at that, which was a surprise; he enjoyed taunting Natalie over the fact that, despite her being sixteen, she wasn’t that far past Riko and Kevin in academics since she’d dropped out of school after joining the Bloodhounds. She’d done an incredible job catching up while living in Baltimore, but Tetsuji’s intense training regime didn’t leave her much opportunity to study ahead so there was talk of holding her back at least a year, probably two, which would grant her more time to work on her Exy skills.

(Perhaps it was selfish of him, but Nathaniel wouldn’t complain about having Natalie around the Nest longer.)

They didn’t say anything until they were in Natalie’s room. “He’s been a bit odd lately,” she said as she fetched her laptop.

(There was no question about who ‘he’ was.)

“He’s an asshole,” Nathaniel muttered as he dug through his bag for his own laptop. “What’s odd about that?”

“It’s just….” Her brows drew together as she stared at the device’s blank screen then shook her head as she powered it on. “He was so angry when he found out about us swearing to Ichirou, but the last few days he’s been less antagonistic.” At Nathaniel’s dubious look, she rolled her eyes. “For an asshole.”

“Maybe he’s plotting something,” Nathaniel suggested as he logged on to his online classes. “Maybe he thinks he’s figured out something so much better than messing with our beds in that little asshole snake brain of his.”

Natalie smiled as she bumped into his left shoulder. “Tell me how you really feel about him.”

Like he needed an excuse. “He’s an asshole snake of a bastard who-“

His sister cut him off by smacking him lightly over the head with a pillow. “I think I get it!” When he batted the pillow aside and glared, Natalie grinned and pointed at his laptop. “Show some of that creativity for the essay you have to write for English.”

“School sucks almost as much as Riko,” he grumbled as he clicked on the mentioned assignment. “Hey, I’ll do your math if you-“

“No,” Natalie said, smile gone as she focused on her own lesson plan. “You need to learn more than math, Ram.”

“Why, when we’ll be playing Exy and doing stuff for Ichirou.” He narrowed his eyes when he spotted his latest reading assignment. “We gonna debate Pride and Prejudice while slitting some guy’s throat?”

“Perhaps,” she mused while she typed something. “You never know what triggers some people. Might be the thought of figuring out a calculus problem or they’ll lose a finger, or hearing the breakdown of War and Peace’s plot.”

Nathaniel gave his sister an intent look for several seconds. “You’re terrifying, you know.”

Natalie’s special smile returned, the one which she mostly reserved for him, the one that brought out the dimple in her right cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He resumed lying down next to her and forced himself to start on the detested essay. “Hey, why do people hate math so much?” he asked after a few minutes.

“Hmm, not sure, maybe because it doesn’t come to them as easily as it does you. Just like how you pick up languages.” She flashed the special smile again. “But not essay writing.”

“That’s for you to do.”

She hummed in pleasure and stroked a hand over his hair in agreement.

They studied for the rest of the hour (Natalie corrected his essay once he had it written, and he checked her math – they still covered each other like that), then they got ready for the last practice of the day.

There had been some uncomfortable stares from the Ravens when Nathaniel had first changed with them, as they took in the knife and burn scars on his chest and back, but now they no longer paid attention to them. Instead, they teased each other about who would score the most points or rack up the most blocks, then took turns rubbing Nathaniel’s head on the way out to court.

“Why?” he demanded to know as he fended off Gerry’s hand.

“For good luck of course!” the older backliner declared with a laugh, while his partner, Liam, nodded in agreement.

“Your fault for being a redhead, Nat,” Omar called out while he tugged on his gloves. “And so adorable. You should-oof.” He stumbled as Riko ‘accidentally’ swung his helmet at the junior striker while he stormed out of the locker room, a quiet Kevin ever his shadow.

“Spoiled little brat,” Omar muttered as he rubbed his ribs, a sentiment that was echoed by a few other Ravens; Nathaniel wisely kept his opinion to himself (even if it was much the same). He might badmouth Riko to his sister all the time, but they were still Moriyama property even if they now answered to Ichirou and not Tetsuji.

Tetsuji had Nathaniel, Natalie, Kevin and Riko work on drills while the official Ravens warmed up, then scrimmage together for a while. Nathaniel enjoyed the matches because even if Riko was an asshole who always used excessive force against him (which Tetsuji ignored), he was a talented asshole, along with Kevin (who wasn’t as much an asshole as Riko’s toady).

When it was time for them to stop and join in with the Ravens, Tetsuji ordered Nathaniel and Natalie to go back to working on drills; Riko smirked at them as he and Kevin left to join the older players. Nathaniel opened his mouth to complain about being deprived of scrimmage time, except Matsumoto offered to call out drills for them.

Tetsuji nodded in approval while Nakamori and Akagi fell in step behind the ‘Master’; normally, Nathaniel was uneasy around older men (especially ones his father’s age), but Matsumoto was in his early sixties, possessed a quiet voice and kept his hands to himself.

He was also very pragmatic and while he might be one of Tetsuji’s assistant coaches, he realized that ‘the Master’ and his grand Castle Evermore only existed with the main branch’s blessing. That meant he often passed along useful bits of information to Nathaniel and his sister.

They spent half an hour going through the eight Ravens drills (which they’d perfected) in the random order Matsumoto called out, knocking down cones again and again. It was while Nathaniel was setting up the cones yet again that he caught Matsumoto leaning toward Natalie and whispering something in her ear.

He had to wait until after dinner to find out what it was; Natalie joined him in his room. “It seems that someone owes a debt to Kengo, and the only way he can pay it back is to offer up his son, who plays Exy very well,” she explained in French.

For a moment, Nathaniel felt an intense wave of anger at the thought of another kid being sold to the Moriyamas, of having a father like his, before he shoved the thoughts aside. He jumped a little when Natalie gave a gentle touch to his left cheek (scrubbed clean for the night of the stupid ‘3’ which Riko insisted he bear). “I think it’s why Riko’s been acting up lately. Matsumoto said that he overheard Tetsuji telling Riko that you’re getting a partner, so he probably knows about the kid’s background.”

Nathaniel huffed as he rubbed his sore ribs, the ones which Riko had smacked with his racquet earlier in the day. “Knowing the asshole snake, he’s probably expecting a new ‘toy’ to play with.” One his big brother wouldn’t snatch away this time.

“Perhaps.” Natalie didn’t appear pleased with the thought, but there wasn’t much they could do about Riko’s personality worsening by the month. “Come, time to practice.”

“Slave driver,” Nathaniel groaned even as he climbed off his bed and slipped free the knife he kept sheathed on his left ankle at all times; he figured the sooner he suffered through their nightly fighting practice, the sooner he could sleep.

More like pass out on his bed, by the time they were done.

Jean Moreau arrived two days later, a young Frenchman around Kevin’s and Riko’s age, with black hair, grey eyes, and a massive attitude problem. He glared down his nose (of course he was taller than Nathaniel) at everyone but the adults while Tetsuji introduced him to the rest of the ‘Perfect Court’ (as Riko had dubbed the four of them). “Nathaniel, Jean will be your partner. He’s a backliner, too.”

“Understood, sir,” Nathaniel said with a slight bow.

“You’ll teach him everything he needs to know.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’ll be-“

“I don’t want to be here!” Jean complained in French as he tugged on the front of his new uniform, which bore the number ‘4’. “All of you can go to hell, I refuse to-ow!” His pale grey eyes grew wide as he stumbled forward beneath the force of the blow to his back from Tetsuji’s cane.

“You’ll speak English,” Tetsuji reprimanded while Riko smirked and Kevin stared off into the distance as if he wasn’t participating in the whole ‘here’s a new possession’ thing.

“I’ll speak whatever I wa-ow!” That time, Jean was knocked to his knees, where he was hit several times before Tetsuji relented; Nathaniel was disgusted to notice the gleam of pleasure in Riko’s dark eyes over the abuse.

#aftg #casts a shadow fic #ch2 preview #neil josten #neil as nathaniel #raven!neil #raven!renee #renee walker #renee as natalie #neil and renee as adopted siblings #kevin day #riko moriyama #tetsuji moriyama #jean moreau #yes yes precious jean-bean is here #perfect court five #it gets better for jean i promise

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yungidreamer · 4 years ago

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Fatherhood Seonghwa

There is a small chance I will do this with other members, but let’s see.

Summary: Seonghwa and his wife decide to try for kids, something they both have always wanted. The news they have a baby on the way is almost the happiest moment of his life, along with all the experiences to follow.

Wordcount: 5.8k

Content warnings: like 80% fluff, 20% smut. Very adoring relationship that follows them having a baby and the adventure that is. Pregnant sex, emotional sex, lots of sentimentality.

taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @ateez-angel @little-precious-baby @choisans-dimples @twancingyunhoe

Music: To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra and Cinnamon by Jome

They had started trying a few months ago and she had never expected to see the second line on the test so soon. Excitement and nerves flooded her as she looked at the little plastic stick. She had thought they would have a little more time, though she couldn’t think of what they would have needed it for. Seonghwa had been making plans since they first discussed trying. Plans for the babies room, plans for names, plans for clothes and accessories, and had even spent hours online already looking at strollers, cribs, toys, swings, and gliding rockers. Every day he came home with another plan or idea that had popped into his head during the day, a bright sparkle in his eyes as he told her all about it.

Part of her wanted to just snap a picture and send it to him right away, but she didn’t want to miss seeing his reaction. It was sure to be priceless, so instead she went to find a little box she could wrap up and give him as a surprise over dessert tonight. They needed to have something special, but she couldn’t let him know until the time was right.

“You ordered dinner for us tonight?” Hwa noted as he came in after work.

“I wanted to have my favorite meal tonight,” she answered, coming up to give him his hello kiss. “I was just hoping you wouldn’t be late today. The pancakes aren’t as good when you have to heat them up again.”

“You could have told me and I would have been sure to be home on time,” he scolded gently, his hand resting on her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she shrugged. “If there was something important… I could have waited.”

“Next time tell me,” he insisted. “Then I can at least let you know if something has come up so you aren’t just waiting on me.”

“But I didn’t have to wait,” she pointed out.

“I just want to know, love,” he pressed a kiss to her temple before brushing past to change before dinner. “Go ahead and sit. I’ll be right there.”

She nodded and walked to the kitchen to check on the two little cakes in the fridge at the same time she got drinks for the both of them to go with dinner. Hopefully he wouldn’t come poking around in there. If he saw them, she thought he might start suspecting something was up.

Setting a plate and a drink for each of them on the coffee table, she wrapped herself in the throw on the couch and turned on a little something for them to watch while they ate. Seonghwa quickly returned, now dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, and cuddled in beside her, plate on his lap. She couldn’t keep her hand from pressing against her stomach now and again as she ate small bites of the kimchi pancakes tucked in against his side.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked, having noted that she was pecking at her food more than eating it.

“Yes, just taking my time,” she shook her head, making a special effort to take a bigger bite.

“You aren’t dieting are you?” He turned to look at her, setting his plate to the side. “If we’re trying, now isn’t the time to be trying to lose weight, my love. Do you want to take a walk after dinner?”

“No, no, I mean, we can, but I’m not trying to be careful about eating,” with a sigh she set her own half finished plate down and started to get up. “I’m just nervous. Look I got us something special for after dinner and everything.” She pointed out as she headed to the kitchen to get the two little strawberry shortcakes… and the little ‘gift’ she had wrapped for him. Seonghwa stood up, following his wife into the kitchen to see what she was upto.

“Grab a couple of small plates for me?” She asked as she opened the refrigerator door.

“Little forks too?” The question was spoken over the slight clang of dishes hitting each other and then the counter.

“Yes please,” she agreed, carefully removing the box from the shelf. “Can you make a couple of coffees as well?”

“Of course,” he agreed, happily pulling a couple of mugs from the cabinet. Transferring the cakes to the little plates, she took them out to the coffee table, tucking the present in the folds of the blanket as she waited for him to come with the hot, coffee filled mugs.

Seonghwa emerged from the kitchen, a broad grin on his face as his eyes landed on the red and white dessert. He loved how loving and thoughtful she was, always happy to make a special effort...just because, and he loved it.

“Thank you, jagiya,” he kissed her cheek, holding the little plate in his lap. “I love strawberries.”

“I know,” she giggled, loving the tickle of his breath against her ear. “I wanted to talk to you about something, though.”

“Is it about trying?” He questioned, stiffening slightly in his seat, a flutter of nerves filling his stomach. “Are not ready? We can wait if you aren’t--”

“No, wait… are you not ready?” A quick jolt of worry when through her at how quick he was to talk about waiting.

“No, I just thought, maybe you weren’t,” he soothed. “And as much as I want to have a baby with you, I want us both to be really ready for it. It would be okay, if you weren’t yet. I can wait for you.”

“Well,” she cleared her throat, grasping the little box in her hand as she began. “You don’t have to wait.” Handing him the box, she bit her lip as she watched his hand take it, a little questioning look flitting across his face. Flipping it over, he carefully tore open the wrapping paper before lifting the lid off the box. It took him a second to recognise what lay on the puffy cotton lining but when it hit him, an expression of absolute delight came across his face. His jaw dropped and he pulled the test out, looking closely at the little window.

“Two lines mean baby?” He asked, letting the box drop to the floor.

“Yes,” she nodded with a bright smile.

“We did it?” He asked, his eyes flitting between her face and the test. Giving him a confirming nod, she took the test and put it on the table with their deserts. Emotions burst through Seonghwa like a flood. He didn’t think he had ever felt joy like that before in his life. Tears obscured his vision as he leaned forward to bring his lips to hers in a kiss of pure happiness. A thousand thoughts went through his mind in a jumble of questions and plans, hopes and dreams.

“There is so much I have to do,” he gave a watery chuckle, kissing her eyelids as he pulled her into his lap. “We need to paint the baby’s room soon so the paint isn’t too fresh when the baby comes home. And furniture. It will need somewhere to sleep, unless we are co-sleeping? Even if we are, the baby will still need a crib for naps. What about maternity clothes? Should we go shopping--”

“Aein, let’s just be excited for tonight,” she laughed sweetly. “We can plan tomorrow. For today, just kiss me?”

“Forever,” he promised, framing her face as he took her lips in a celebratory kiss.

“Hwa, can you loosen your grip a little,” she asked as she lay on the exam table for their first ultrasound.

“Sorry,” he gave her a chasened smile. “I’m just so excited. I want to meet our little bean. It doesn’t feel real yet even though I know it's in there.”

“I know,” she nodded, looking down toward her belly. “What if the test was wrong? What if it’s not there when they check?”

“It will be,” his voice was full of confidence as he smiled down at her. “And if it isn’t then we get to keep trying. I’ve enjoyed that part too.”

“Hush,” she snapped quickly, a blush rising on her cheeks. “What if the doctor came in?”

“Then they would know how madly in love with my wife I am.” He gave a shy smile and rubbed her hand between both of his, letting out just a little of his nervous energy. She just shook her head and let it fall back onto the paper covered pillow. In only a few more moments the door opened again and a neatly dressed middle-aged woman came in dressed in cheery yellow scrubs.

“Hello everyone,” she smiled down at them both, making her way over to the other side of the exam table. “This is your first visit with us, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Seonghwa said from beside his wife. “Will we be able to see much this time?”

“Well lets see,” the nurse gave him a patient look. “First thing I need is for you to lift your shirt and tuck this in to keep the gel from getting on it. And then we will undo your jeans a little and put this towel over your lap to keep those clean as well.” She nodded, taking her shirt up and tucking the towel in over it as the nurse lowered the waistband of her jeans and tucked a second towel in around her hips. “Very good. Let me grab the gel from the warmer and we can get a little on your tummy so we can see baby more clearly.” She turned and pulled a large bottle from a holder on the wall. Putting a generous blob onto the now bare tummy of the mother to be, the nurse picked up the sensor of the ultrasound and began her examination.

Seonghwa leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen filled with smudges of grays that went from almost black to almost white. He practically held his breath as he waited to see something, though he wasn’t sure what he was really looking for.

“There we are,” the nurse said, looking at the screen.

“There what is?” He asked, seeing only a black blob on the screen.

“Right here,” she pointed at a small spot inside the black blob. “Do you see that little flutter? That is baby’s heartbeat.”

“That’s it?” He stood up to lean closer, as if getting nearer the screen would make it clearer.

“That’s it,” the nurse chuckled. “I know it is hard to see and it doesn’t quite look like a baby just yet, but it is there and the heartbeat looks good.”

“It’s okay? It’s really there?” She asked, eyes glued to the same place as her husband’s.

“Everything looks wonderful,” the nurse confirmed, handing a tissue to Seonghwa to wipe away the silent, happy tears that were rolling down his cheeks.

“Okay, do we want it to be cherry or black?” Seonghwa asked as he looked at the baby furniture set they had chosen on the website.

“I like the cherry better,” she replied, biting her bottom lip. “I know you like neutrals and all, but I want the baby’s space to have some color and warmth.”

“What about the wall color?” He turned to look at her directly, pulling her against him as he looked up into her face. “We don’t know if it's a boy or girl yet. Are we going to wait to know before we pick colors?”

“I was thinking… I don’t want to know,” she told him nervously. “I think I want it to be a surprise.”

“You don’t want to know?” His eyebrows raised in surprise. “What about baby clothes and toys?”

“Well there are plenty of clothes that work for both and I was thinking of a mint color for the walls of the room,” she looked at him, cupping his cheek as she looked into his questioning gaze.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Warm natural shades for our little whoever. What about a theme? Maybe make it like a secret garden? Plants and butterflies and flowers?”

“I like it,” she grinned. “Someplace relaxing and welcoming to take care of baby.”

“Good, cherry it is then,” he leaned his head against her chest, taking a moment to listen to the sweet sound of her heartbeat.

“Can we get some netting to put around the cradle?” She suggested. “We can put some flowers and stuff on it rather than a mobile.”

“I love the idea,” he giggled. “What about daisies and those little black and white butterflies? I could dangle some with fishing line so they look like they are floating?”

“Oh I love it,” she gave a happy sigh. “The room has so much light. Let’s hang crystals in the window, get rainbows sparkling on the walls.”

“Rainbows all over,” he chuckled. “And a little moon nightlight.”

“Thank you for indulging me,” she said gratefully.

“Indulging you? No, jagiya,” he beamed. “I love the idea of our baby growing up in a safe little garden surrounded by rainbows and butterflies.”

“Yeah?” She kissed the tip of his nose.

“A little garden for our little fae,” He nuzzled, lifting his lips to hers. “Our baby is going to be so beautiful, just like their mommy.”

“You mean like daddy,” she corrected with a chortle.

“No love,” he shook his head. “You always take my breath away, my love. If we have a baby that has your face, I would consider them to be so lucky.” Unable to think of something to say to that, she settled for pulling his face to hers, giving him a warm, sweet kiss.

“Did you know little Hyunjin is the size of a mango right now?” Hwa asked, not looking up from the book he was reading from beside her on the couch.

“A mango huh?” She asked, splaying a hand on her sweater covered bump. “Actually that sounds really good right now. I don’t suppose we have any, do we?”

“Mango? No but I can run to the store,” he let the book close and started to stand up.

“No, you don’t need to do that,” she waved at him to come back and sit with her on the couch again. “It’s just a whim. I’m not even that hungry at the moment.”

“But you are hungry,” he said, moving to go into the kitchen. “Fruit? I think we have some, let me see what we have,”

“No—” she started before giving up as he disappeared into the kitchen. “I don’t need to eat anything at this point. I already feel like a whale.”

“What was that, babe?” He asked, carrying a bowl stacked high with fruit.

“Nothing,” she sighed. “I’m just… not that hungry at the moment.”

“But our Hyunnie needs plenty of energy to grow big and strong,” he coaxed gently. “Grapes for my babies?” Seonghwa held a couple up near her mouth and made little om-nom-nom sounds at her.

“I don’t know that I want to eat,” she sighed tiredly. “I feel… gross.” She cringed at her own words.

“Gross?” He sat up ramrod straight and looked down at her slumped figure.

“You don’t have to say I’m pretty or something,” she huffed, slouching down into the couch even more. “I know it’s hormones and stuff but I don’t like feeling like I am huge and bumping out in all the wrong places.”

“Wrong places,” he sputtered, placing the bowl of fruit on the table.

“Forget I said anything,” she sighed, pulling herself into a sitting position. “Just hand me the fruit. I’ll eat.”

“Um-mmm, no love,” he shook his head, hooking a finger under her chin to bring her eyes up to his. “Don’t I tell you every day how pretty you are so sweet and round with our baby?”

“Yes, but you have to say that,” she shook her head and looked away.

“I have to because it’s true,” he assured her, pulling her to sit in his lap. “Every time I look at you my heart swells with gratitude and pride that you are carrying my baby. I look at you and I fall in love over and over. If I woke up tomorrow and didn’t know who I was, my heart would still know you, my love for you is so deep.”

“I know you love me,” she shrugged. “But I don’t think you find me pretty like you used to. I know I don’t.”

“You’re right,” he admitted, picking her up to carry her to their bedroom. “You’re even more beautiful to me now.”

“You don’t have to say that,” she shook her head as she clung tightly to his shoulders. “And you don’t have to carry me. I know I’ve gotten heavy.”

“Shush, you are light as a feather, my love,” he said as he stepped confidently through the hallway and into their room. Laying her on the soft duvet as close to the center of the bed as he could manage, he turned on the string of lights that wrapped around the top frame of the four poster bed, bathing them both in their soft, warm glow. “I’m an idiot to have let you feel like you are anything but a goddess like this.”

“Look at me,” she huffed and hid her face behind her hands. “My hips have gotten huge, I have all these stretch marks, my boobs don’t fit in my bra right, my thighs are bumpy, and look at how my arms even jiggle.”

“Your boobs have grown,” he agreed, giving a thumbs up and giving an approving wink and click of his tongue. “More to fill my hands.” Reaching out, he gently cupped them with his elegant fingers. “And the stretch marks, I’ll never be able to see them without feeling so much gratitude for how you got them. You’re like magic; growing a whole new person inside you.”

“It doesn’t make them any prettier,” she shook her head.

“They are pretty to me,” he soothed. “Let me look at you, my love. It’s been a little while hasn’t it? I’ve been so worried about not making you uncomfortable with my wants, I made you think I didn’t have them. Let me show you how much I still want you.”

“You don’t have to make a big show of it just because I feel ugly,” she gave him a half smile.

“It’s not a show,” he insisted, guiding one of her hands to come and rest on the erection confined in his slacks. “I want my beautiful wife. I want to hold her and feel her around me again. It’s been too long.”

“Not just to make me feel better?” She made him promise. “You really want me?”

“So fucking much,” Seonghwa stretched out beside her, turning her hopefilled face to him. Closing his eyes he pressed his lips to hers and took a moment to feel the brush of their softness against his own, feeling a sweet pang course though him. The soft whimpering sound she made when his hand slid down from her face to graze along the side of her neck undid him and he found himself groping clumsily to remove their clothes like he was a bumbling teenager all over again.

As quickly as he could manage, and with far less grace than he had hoped, Seonghwa pulled off both of their clothes, leaving them as physically naked as their emotions were. He had been holding back, trying to give her space and provide her with every comfort and meet her every need. The first few months nothing had changed almost to where he wasn’t sure the baby was still there until he touched her tummy or he saw the weary nausea the little creature caused her. But when that first pooch started to show he started being cautious. First, just being sure not to let his weight rest on her too heavily, then having her straddle him when they made love. Slowly he noticed how she moved differently and became shyer with letting him see her like that. He hadn’t pressed her, or asked her why, not wanting her to feel pressured by his wants when she had already given him so much.

He coaxed her to lay out on the duvet, open to his gaze, and sat up beside her on the bed. His eyes traveled the length of her from head to toes and back without hesitation, taking her in. She was so beautiful. It was obvious to him now, and he should have asked, that it hadn’t been discomfort or a lack of desire that had brought that reluctance from her. It had been shame in her beautiful body. She hadn’t wanted to be on display when they made love.

“I’m sorry I let you think even for a moment that you were anything less than beautiful,” he apologized gently.

“You didn’t,” she tried, but Hwa gently touched her lips.

“When you pulled away I didn’t ask,” he shook his head. “I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are. Something I should do every day. I won’t slip again.” He swore, lifting one of her arms so he could kiss the inside of her wrist. “Every day I’ll pick something about you and sing it’s praise until you understand the way I love and adore every inch of you.”

“You don’t have to,” she looked up at him, reaching to pull him close. “Just make love to me.”

“Hush,” he teased. “Let me do this right.” Reaching out, he spread a hand out over her stomach, gently rubbing the soft roundness there. “I think I want to start with this. This beautiful curve that says how much you love me. So much that you let me fill you with new life and are loving and nurturing it in a way I can’t for almost a year. It’s… such a gift. And when I look at you all round and full, all I can think is that I would do it a hundred times just to see how breathtaking you look filled with my baby.”

“You don’t find it… weird?” She asked, watching his hand move over her belly.

“Weird?” His brow furrowed.

“I mean aside from being fat,” she pulled herself up on her elbows and looked at her stomach like it was something foreign to her. “There’s someone in there. And I think they can already feel and hear what’s going on.”

“It is a little funny,” He admitted, curling up beside her so he could press his forehead to the bump. “Hello little Hyunjinnie. You should know how much I love your mommy. You are here because we wanted to have something so special together. I’m going to make love to her and you’re just going to have to close your ears for a little bit. Because she was my wife before she was your mom, so I have prior claim, okay?”

“Hwa,” she laughed.

“My child and I are coming to an understanding, okay?” He laughed, a joyful sound though his expression looked slightly pained as it was wont to do sometimes.

“I love you,” she laughed, a happy tear sparkling down her cheek.

“Now,” he said, moving to lay down on the bed and guiding her to roll onto her side so he could spoon her from behind. “Let me make love to the most beautiful woman on earth.” He slid one thigh between hers and pulled her flush against his body. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, he let his hand wander, cupping her breast and stroking down the curve of the side of her belly until his fingers reached the apex of her thighs. He could feel her becoming damp and slid a teasing fingertip over the soft slit of her lips.

“Oh Hwa,” she breathed, arching against him.

“Tell me you want me,” he whispered into the shell of her ear.

“I need you like I need air right now,” she murmured, using her hand to guide his fingers to brush her pulsing clit.

“I left my girl alone for too long,” he cooed. “I let her go feeling unloved when I really wanted nothing more than to live buried inside her. To make our two bodies one.”

She moaned as he made circles around her sensitive nub.

“Please,” she begged breathlessly. “I want you inside me. I feel so empty without you.”

“Empty,” he teased, speeding up the movements of his fingers. “When I’ve left you so full?”

“It’s not the same,” she whined.

“I know,” he soothed, kissing her shoulder. “Come for me like this and I’ll fill you up with all of me.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the feel of his fingers and the warmth of his breath against the back of her neck. Her body fluttered and Hwa whispered praise for her beauty and her heart. She came apart in his arms, becoming a squirming mess as he held her against him. The sounds of her pleasure drove him wild. He had missed this, had missed the warmth of her body, the smell of her hair, and the sound of her going wild at his touch.

“I love you,” he whispered as she came down, holding her and nipping at her sweat salted skin.

“Hwa, you promised,” she whined, grinding back into his lap.

“I will,” he promised, pulling back enough to reach into the bedside drawer. Pulling out their old familiar bottle of lube, he got himself ready to enter her waiting body. “Are you ready for me?”

“I have been… so long,” she sighed, lifting one leg up to allow him access to her body.

“Angel,” he murmured, pulling her close and lining up his body with hers. “You are so beautiful. You are my everything. Thank you for giving me the gift of your love and this.” His palm caressed her bump as he pushed inside her. “Everything you bring to my life is a gift.”

“Oh Hwa,” she groaned, twining her fingers with his as he held her flush against him. He whispered words of love as he slid himself in and out of her body enjoying the sensation of her surrounding him, something he had been too long without. She was his haven and his comfort and the closeness made his heart swell in his chest. He could feel the prickle tears tickling the back of his eyes as emotion rolled through him like stormy waves.

His orgasm hit him with the intensity he hadn’t felt since their wedding night, that first time when he was with her when she was really his. It wasn’t their first time, but it was the first time they belonged to each other. It had meant everything to him and for a moment he had worried she would judge him for letting the rush of sentimentality overwhelm him as he collapsed onto her. Instead she had offered him love and comfort, entwining her limbs with his until he couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began. He had laughed and cried and held her until the light of dawn had shown through the window of their hotel room. Only then had they let exhaustion pull them under. He would never forget the shine of her skin in the milky light of dawn. That perfect moment had not been matched until this one as they lay together, spooning and sticky in the candle like glow of the string of lights.

“My everything,” he panted, pressing a kiss to the back of her head and balling their fists together as he kept himself buried inside her as he slowly went soft.

“Love you,” she slurred sleepily, letting her eyes close.

“Do you need help changing babe?” Seonghwa asked from the opposite side of the dressing screen.

“No, I don’t think so,” she sighed, fidgeting with the gauzy sleeve of the maternity dress. She stepped out from behind it, feeling a little self conscious with her belly out on full view.

“You look beautiful,” he beamed at her, leaning down to give the baby a kiss before leaning in to press a second to her lips. “Ready for some pictures?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, waddling forward. “I’m just not sure about the bare belly thing.”

“You look incredible,” he assured her. “But we can make some adjustments if you want to cover up a little more.”

“No, its okay,” she put a hand on her lower back as a little dull pain flared there. “But I’m warning you. We are having some little alien moments with Hyunjin on the move.”

“Hmmm?” He asked, his eyes locking on her belly as he walked beside her.

“Here,” she turned so he could see the other side and paused, giving the lower part a little pat. After a second the tiny outline of a hand pressed back.

“Well, hello there baby,” he cooed excitedly, brushing a hand over the little bump.

“I think we are doing some somersaults getting ready to come out,” her voice was a little breathless and strained. Seonghwa straightened up and moved to support her as they walked over to the place that was all set up for their pictures.

The photographer took a few candid pictures as the couple moved around to get comfortable. They were one of the most precious couples he had had the honor of photographing. Seonghwa was clearly smitten for his wife and their unborn child and his wife glowed when she looked at him. They were that sort of forever couple, he had decided moments after meeting them. Death was going to be the only thing that pulled them apart, and with any luck, that would be decades and decades in the future.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, holding onto the bar as she knelt on the bed in the delivery room, another contraction squeezing her.

“You’re so brave, baby,” he praised. “You’re doing so well. Just a little longer now.”

“Hwa it hurts,” she wept, her face contorting as the pain peaked again.

“I know,” he gave her his best watery, brave smile. “But you’re doing such a great job. I promise I will change every diaper the first month if you just keep pushing.”

“I’m trying,” she ground out between hiccoughs of pain.

“You are and you’re doing so well,” he cupped her cheeks as the nurse reached between her legs to catch the baby as it emerged. She let out a sharp cry just before the shoulders finally came out, allowing the baby to soon come out with just a couple more pushes.

Hwa looked down at his sleeping wife, holding little Hyunjin in his arms.

“She worked 36 hours to bring you into this world, you know,” he murmured to the baby as it slept against his bare chest. “We should both try to be very, very nice to her, okay?”

Hyunjin fussed slightly and Seonghwa bounced them gently to lull them back to sleep. Another hour of sleep for her he hoped. The baby would need to nurse but she needed a rest. She looked so small in the bed, slightly pale and exhausted. Understandable, he thought to himself, after pushing out a person today.

“I’m coming,” she murmured quietly, padding down the hall to the baby’s room. Seonghwa was still asleep in their bed, but if he heard the baby fussing, he would be up in a flash, either offering to bring the baby to her for a feeding or trying to heat up a bottle she had pumped over the last couple of days.

She suspected Hyunjin wasn’t really hungry, just thirsty and a little cranky. A few minutes of nursing and rocking would probably be enough. Picking them up, she took a seat in the quiet gliding rocker and opened the front of her night gown. Pulling out her breast, she rubbed the nipple on Hyunjin’s tiny pink lips, coaxing them to latch on. The baby eagerly opened and locked onto her nipple with happy little coos as the cuddled into the warmth and comfort of her body.

“That’s my baby,” she cooed, closing her eyes as she held the happily suckling baby in her arms that rested safely on the nursing pillow in her lap. The sucks of Hyunjins mouth became less frequent and their breaths grew longer until they happily fell asleep still half nursing from mom as she succumbed to sleep herself.

That was how Seonghwa found them when he woke up to an empty bed a little while after. Carefully taking the baby from his wife’s limp arms, he tucked them into their crib before he knelt down to close her nightgown for her. He knew he probably couldn’t get her back to bed without waking her up, but he was going to try anyway. Gently taking away the nursing pillow, he set it in its place beside the crib before carefully working his arm under her armpits and knees, lifting her into his arms so he could carry her down the hall. She stirred in her sleep, cuddling into him and saying his name softly. He shushed her as he tucked her in under the covers, pulling them high up until they were tucked in up to her chin.

Placing a quick kiss on her forehead he quietly made his way out of the room again to sit for a little bit with the other most precious person in his life. Hyunjin was still happily sleeping so Hwa took a seat in the rocker, determined to spend just a little time keeping watch over them as they slept. But as a new, sleep deprived parent himself as well, he soon found himself nodding off as the rocker moved smoothly under him.

“Hyunjin, are you ready to go to school?” Hwa asked, kneeling down to straighten their jacket and fix the couple of buttons they had put in the wrong holes.

“Yes, daddy,” They grinned happily, picking up their big yellow backpack.

“Good,” he grinned, kissing their forehead and looking at them with all the pride and love that was bursting in his heart. He always saw his wife looking at him from behind those little sparkling eyes. “I’m glad you’re letting me walk you on your first day. I know mommy would have been happy to do it too, but I really wanted to take you.”

“I know daddy,” they nodded, taking his hand as they made their way out the front door. “It’s all you have been talking about this week.”

“You are doing this so I stop, aren’t you?” He laughed, his eyes pinching in that same almost pained look as he looked down at them with pure affection.

“No daddy,” Hyunjin shook their head and looked up at him earnestly. “I wanted to walk with you too. Then you can be the last person to give me a hug before my big day when I become a big kid.”

“Oh of course,” He nodded seriously, walking at the pace set by the little person who would always be his baby, no matter how old they got. “My baby is growing up so fast.”

Masterlist

If you got this far, feel free to send me an ask if you have a preference for the next member. If not, if I decide to continue, I might do it in age order.

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lesbianrobin · 4 years ago

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hello em i have a request. can u please rate mr harrington's looks/outfits i just feel like u have the best takes and i'd LOVE to know how you'd rank his choices 👀

this is the single greatest ask i’ve ever received. i will be ranking the outfits, not steve’s moral alignment or actions in each scene. in order of appearance:

The Introduction

4/10

hair is tragic

steve copied this entire fit from a mannequin in the ralph lauren polo outlet store

would honestly be a 0/10 except for the obvious valiant effort being put forth by his lower half to resist the sexless curse of khaki pants. the devil (st costuming department) works hard but by god steve harrington (joe keery’s body) works harder

nice brown watch that certainly came from a department store

also gains points for being next to nancy’s anemic librarian fit, thus looking better by comparison

The Rich Bitch

8/10

thank god he ditched the khakis

hair looks much less demonic

it’s a simple look but the sweatshirt rides up when he shotguns the beer

he also gets wet

solid 8 for sluttiness alone

The Whore

10/10

wet

please note that his chest is waxed. keep this in mind.

The Heterosexual

2/10

hair looks like he dipped his head in glue

bold choice with the grey pants. unfortunately that choice was wrong

matching outfits with your comphet girlfriend isn’t as cute as you think it is stevie

you only get points because despite that ungodly pastel stripe pattern the polo’s decently fitted and makes your arm look kinda nice

The Dickhead

3/10

glue head pt. 2

at least the stripes aren’t pastel this time

The Cuck

6/10

hair slightly less glue-y

yet another striped polo is peeking out unfortunately

but! it’s green and green looks good on him

finally wearing jeans like a normal fucking human instead of weird slacks

pivotal moment in steve’s fashion evolution from preppy male model to sexy morally upright king

his morals are stored in the denim

The Final Girl

9/10

an outfit with a character arc to rival steve’s own

pretty fucking good hair if i do say so myself!!

it’s fluffy!

that shit looks like if you touched it it’d be soft... no glue here!

finally not copying from the goddamn l.l. bean catalog

iconic green slut sweatshirt? check! jacket and nikes? check! fucked-up gorgeous face and baseball bat full of rusty nails? check, baby!

looks good on its own OR with some blood on top

overall a very solid look

The Darling Little Drummer Boy

7/10

babe no... please don’t go back to the khakis... they won’t treat you like jeans do...

not quite glue head but not his best

apparently steve owns a single green sweatshirt, a thousand striped polos, and one very precious christmas sweater

almost makes up for prep-related khaki crimes by being really fucking cute

The Simp

8/10

glue head is DEAD

further evidence that steve harrington’s entire closet is just striped polos

this is his fifth unique striped polo

most of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

actually all of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

he’s finally let go of the fucking pastels thank jesus

and you can’t see it but he did wear jeans with this fit i just forgot to make sure they were pictured and it’s 4:15 am so i don’t feel like going back to remake this collage

cannot tell if this is a lighter blue version of the jacket he wore three times in s1 or if it IS the jacket he wore three times in s1 and the color grading is just that different

either way he loves jackets and i think that’s very sexy of him

The Intellectual

9/10

i’ve been waiting for this one... turn it up!

literally invented vests

excellent hair

loses a point for unfortunately introducing steve’s SIXTH unique striped fucking polo

i can’t see the collar but i know it’s there i know you’re wearing another fucking polo steve you can’t hide from me

can’t decide if he looks gay or just really preppy but either way he’s got some repression going on

still a very solid look

The Oh No Oh God It Hurts I’m Looking Away I Can’t Watch This

10/10

yes that middle picture is absolutely to show off the texture of his blazer and not at all me making sure that if i have to see his heartbroken little face then you all do too

anyways i Know that blazer cost at least $100 like i Know that shit’s expensive

excellent gorgeous soft-looking hair that someone ought to run their hands through but only people who haven’t dated him for a year while pining after someone else

emotional devastation... but make it unbelievably fucking sexy

stevie baby i know you’re a colorful guy but please wear more black

The Meathead Jock

9/10

aw christ whatever happened to standards?

introduction of the blue nikes <3

god his hair looked fucking good here

could have gained that final point by using tube socks with blue and GREEN stripes to tie together the shoes and the gym uniform :/

shorts could be shorter but are an altogether appropriate and enjoyable length

fun sweatstain to customize the look <3

The (is there a word for victim of bullying?) Serious Athlete

8/10

the yellow stripe was more fun

still cute though

The Sudsy Boy

11/10

wet

suds indicate that he’s washing his hair, presumably with faberge organics. is this why he’s being bullied?

steve brings his faberge organics shampoo and conditioner and his farrah fawcett spray to school with him whenever he has basketball practice

steve either has shampoo, conditioner, and hairspray in his backpack at all times, or he has a separate gym bag that’s mostly haircare products

just need to make sure we all know that

excellent freckle showcase

his chest is still waxed. please, i beg, keep this in mind

one of his strongest looks

The Babysitter

10/10

his most versatile look to date

a different jacket than the one(s) he’s worn before but it still has the same kind of collar. steve found a jacket he liked and bought it in at least three colors

the whole thing fits So fucking nicely! shirt, jacket, jeans... baby boy is TAILORED

return of the white nikes with the red check indicate that they are his fashion nikes, while the blue nikes with the white check are his sport nikes. interesting.

this fit lasts like 48 hours and steve simply looks sexier as time goes on which is a testament to its quality as well as his inherent power

every new accessory elevates his appearance. roses, nail bat, rubber gloves, blood, sweat, band-aids, bandana, goggles... each element complements the look in its own way!

an overall win

The Chauffeur

8/10

we can’t really see the whole fit but he’s not wearing a striped polo so i’m calling it a win regardless of what’s on his bottom half

cannot give him a 10/10 though because he might be wearing khakis

red is such a nice color on him when it’s not just from his blood

i lied when i said he should wear more black he should wear more colors

that plain sweater absolutely cost $85 or more

hair looks very nice and soft

excellent look!

The Sailor Man

9/10

very precious

absolutely the best hair i’ve ever seen

baby boy got highlights for his hot girl summer!

bright colors make his very red lips pop

shorts could be shorter

love the little accents! especially the white pockets and belt

excellent color coordination on steve’s part with the blue sneakers (notably different than his s2 blue basketball nikes) and the red bruising/blood

i hope you remembered that steve’s chest was waxed. as you can see his chest is now unwaxed. some change between s2 and s3 drove this decision, presumably either his breakup with nancy or the fact that he no longer showers in front of other guys at school. up to your interpretation

shock blanket at the very end is a nice touch so we don’t forget he’s traumatized

The Drowned Rat/The Man Overboard

10/10

wet

shorts could be shorter

the decision to purchase and wear a hoodless raincoat is absolutely ridiculous and stupid

however it is also very steve harrington and i value self-expression

The Chick Magnet/The Flaming Homosexual

100/10

what can i even say about this fit?

the absolute best pants he’s worn thus far. amazing fit, excellent classic wash. i say this as a former american eagle outfitters associate and the winner of my freshman year dorm’s “best at folding jeans” award

manages to make blue jeans with a half-blue denim vest work effortlessly

bold primary colors make him stand out without being too gaudy

excellent pairing of t-shirt with simple stripes and vest with simple color blocking to create a complex yet cohesive and flattering look

simple brown belt gives the look a put-together yet down-to-earth vibe

hair has only gotten better

still wearing that same brown watch that he’s had since the introduction

this man looks like he waxes his chest

this is steve in his final form

thank you for your time

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formenis · 4 years ago

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Rain

Anon asked: “ Can you do a one-shot were reader is Light's sister and secretly in a relationship with L and she spends the night with L at HQ for the first time and Light catches her leaving L's bedroom and confronts her and L in front of the whole Task Force“

A/N: sure dear. But since in the manga L and Light were handcuffed together at the HQ, I changed a bit the location so this one-shot is set in the hotel we can all see in the anime.

Again, sorry if you find mistakes in my stories, English is not my first language.

pairing: L x Light’s sister!reader

warning: none

requested: yes

H/L = hair length

H/C = hair colour

F/C = favourite colour

E/C = eye colour

Y/A = your alias

The third Yagami. Why did nobody talk about her? Y/N Yagami: H/L hair in a shining H/C shade, excellent scholastic career and charming personality. Few years younger than Light and older than Sayu, she was as smart as Light, as perfect as her older brother despite the tiny age gap so why she wasn't on everyone's lips like him? Simple, because she liked something called discretion.

Y/N Yagami never liked being under the spotlight (A/N: ahah did you get the joke here?). She was an excellent student yes, Soichiro and Sachiko's pride, but she didn’t show it off.

Y/N, Light and Sayu had a special bond. They would do everything for each other, they were one the confidant of the other. However, since the end of November 2003 Light started to act strange. He would spend more time in his room than with Y/N or Sayu and both of her didn’t know the reason. He was more distant and colder with her too and this made Sayu a bit sad.

But, as we said before, Y/N loved discretion. Something happened to her too. She met someone. It was a strange encounter, Y/N admitted it.

♰ FLASHBACK ♰

It was another rainy day at Tokyo but Y/N had her F/C umbrella in her bag. Luckily it wasn’t that heavy so she was pretty confident she would reach home all dry.

Wrong. Not much after she left the Daikoku Private Academy (her high school), a heavy shower poured on her and the tiny pocket-sized umbrella could do precious little. Fortunately, a nearby bakery had a big awning and she ran towards it searching for a shelter.

«Damn…such a timing…» she wasn’t wet but that rain bothered her a lot since that afternoon she wanted to go at the tennis field with Light.

Y/N closed the umbrella and turned to take a look at the shop window of that bakery. In front of her a large variety of sweets, cookies, cakes, ice-creams, candies scattered all together on a table. She frowned finding it quite strange.

«Why on a table?» she asked mostly at herself since she was alone under the awning. However, she soon realised it was not the bakery's shop window but the table of one of the many clients. Then, from behind a black cherry double layer cake, appeared a head of a young man with messy black hair. Y/N observed how greedily that man was eating the cake: in one bite he ate almost half slice of that cake.

She opened her E/C eyes wide at that sight. Were all those sweets only for him? He would get a stomach ache and a cavity if he decided to eat all those sugary delights.

Another good look at the guy and Y/N, if it was possible, would open even wider her eyes: a very slim, pale, young man with messy neck-length black hair and black eyes; those eyes had a deep shadow below them, maybe his sleep was too much overwrought. Y/N noticed how simple his clothes were: a pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt. Nothing more, nothing less.

But two things caught Y/N attention: first, his posture. He seemed to prefer to crouch rather than sit. And second, the way he was holding those sweets, using only a thumb and a finger. For someone as Y/N Yagami, a guy like him was strange yet interesting at the same time. For some reason she wanted to know more about him.

He was going to eat what remained of the slice of cake when he turned his gaze at her. His look was so intense that made Y/N jump for the surprise. However, she got hypnotised by those eyes, so deep black and apparently empty.

They kept staring at each other for a while, none of them looked away or blinked. It was only when someone spoke near Y/N's ear that she snapped back in the real world.

«Y/N, what are you doing here?» it was Light with his usual serious voice. When Y/N looked at him she noticed he was still wearing the Daikoku's uniform.

«Light!» she turned her body fully at him. «I was waiting the rain to stop»

«It stopped ten minutes ago, we're waiting for you at home»

Ten minutes ago? For how much time Y/N and that guy stared at each other then? She apologised to Light and before leaving the bakery's awning she looked inside one more time but she didn’t see that weird boy anymore.

♰ BACK TO THE PRESENT ♰

Since that particular encounter, Y/N met few more times that guy. Especially at the To-Oh University where Y/N was present at a tennis match between that guy and Light. Of course Light won and his little sister couldn’t be happier.

One day, back at that specific bakery where the two saw each other for the first time, Y/N was enjoying a break from her studies with a cup of tea and some sweets when she felt a presence beside her.

«Good afternoon, Miss. May I have a seat?» a warm and monotone voice spoke not much far from her. When Y/N turned towards the source of that voice she couldn’t hide the surprise in finding that same weird guy! What was his name…ah, something like Hideki Ryuga, like the idol. Sayu loved that actor.

Y/N looked around the shop noticing many empty tables so she found it very strange. However, she gestured him the chair in front of her and he sat down. Well, the correct expression was "he crouched" since he didn’t sit like a normal person.

«I noticed you took all the remaining daifuku» (A/N: "daifuku" = a Japanese confection consisting of a small round mochi (glutinous rice cake) stuffed with sweetened red bean paste made from azuki beans. They could be white, pale green, or pale pink-coloured).

«It's because they're my favourite sweets»

Shortly after that a waiter walked closer and took Hideki's order and few minutes later that same waiter brought a cup of tea and a large slice of strawberry shortcake. The two of them stood in silence for a while until Y/N decided to end that embarrassing situation.

«I saw you at the To-Oh…great match» Y/N took a sip of her tea, the steam warmed her face.

«Thank you. Light Yagami was a great rival back then. Aren't you too young for the University?» he asked tilting his head in confusion, the thumb was pressed against his pale lips. «Oh my, the manners. I'm Hideki Ryuga»

«Like the idol?» Y/N asked surprised.

«Yes» Hideki replied and then he devoured in one bite an entire daifuku.

Of course Y/N didn’t believe him. Sure, it could be true that this guy shared the same name with someone else. However, Y/N had a strange feeling.

«I'm Y/A» she ate a daifuku, a pale-green one.

«Only Y/A?»

«Yes»

Unaware of Y/N, Hideki's gaze darkened. He knew exactly who Y/N was and the fact that she used an alias much like him made grow a strange excitement inside him. That was going to be fun.

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

It went without saying that Y/N and Hideki (or Ryuzaki as he wanted to be called) created a special, deep tie. Something completely different from the connection with Light and Sayu. Between Y/N and Ryuzaki there was understanding, complicity and empathy; they completed each other sentences and their way of reasoning was the same. This bond became even stronger when Ryuzaki revealed he was the greatest detective L. Y/N suspected that he was hiding something but she couldn’t imagine something like that.

Soon they could consider themselves in a romantic relationship. The fact that Y/N was Light's sister could be a problem but not for L. The two of them had a personal way to show love and affection: whispering sweet nothings in each other ears, lacing their fingers together when nobody was looking or gently running a hand over each other’s back or arm. In public they were quite discrete as Y/N requested. However, one day this discretion broke irremediably.

«Are you sure? I mean…I'm Light's sister after all…»

«You're nothing like Light-kun, Y/N»

It was late afternoon, almost dinner time. Very soon Y/N should come back home but before that they had a couple of hours for themselves. Their relationship grew to such an extent that both of them were ready to take one step forward (if you what I mean).

«You're the exact opposite…your eyes don't have the same dangerous shadow as his» L raised the hand and touched Y/N's cheeks, the index finger traced every curve of her features as to register everything.

Y/N smiled leaning in the touch. She looked at him, E/C pools met black ones. After an endless minute, their faces became closer and closer until a kiss connected them. A first chaste and sweet kiss turned in something more passionate and rough, the hands started to roam around their bodies wanting more and more. And they had more those hours.

It was 7pm and Light had to walk back home with Y/N as often happened when she would come with him at Ryuzaki's hotel. The Yagami boy had a strange feeling about his sister: she was acting strange, she was so out of character. Nothing worrying but Light noticed this change in his sister.

He was searching for Y/N around the hotel, they had to meet near the elevator but she didn’t specify which one. That was what Light referred when he said "being out of character": Y/N would never forget a detail like that, he knew she was a precise person.

However, Light would discuss this later but in that moment he had to find his sister. He turned the corner and stopped abruptly at the sight in front of him: Y/N was kissing L on the lips in front of his bedroom. Light kept staring at them in disbelief, horror and in rage. How dare L do such things with his sister? He was going to pay for this.

After the kiss, Y/N walked away from the bedroom leading towards the private lounge where the task-force worked. Maybe she wanted to say hi to Soichiro before leaving the hotel. Light followed her, his blood was boiling inside him. Now he had another good reason to kill Ryuzaki, at least from his point of view.

«Dad! Me and Light are leaving. Should we wait for you for dinner?»

«No dear, I'll be late tonight. Be careful on your way home»

Light joined the task-force in the lounge shortly after Y/N. Everyone greeted him but he didn’t say anything. His younger sister found it quite weird.

«Are you alright, Light?»

«Of course, Y/N. Everything's fine…except for the fact I saw you»

«It's good to hear you don’t need glasses, Light…» Y/N tried to appear relaxed by using sarcasm but inside her she was panicking.

«I'm talking about the kiss with Ryuzaki» he crossed the arms while looking sharply at his sister.

«The what?!» Soichiro uttered in shock dropping all the papers on the ground. Even the rest of the task-force was shocked.

In that exact moment L entered the lounge and sat at his armchair ignoring everyone's gaze on him.

«Ryuzaki! Explain! Is it true you kissed my daughter?» Soichiro asked in a rush. His face was red but for rage or embarrassment? Who knew.

«Please Yagami-san, there's no need for these scenes» the greatest detective in the world replied monotone as always.

«Don’t tell me to stay calm, Ryuzaki!»

L sigh. «Light-kun, could you tell your father to stay calm please?»

«I won't say anything, Ryuzaki. However, I would rather an explanation»

«You don’t need explanations, Light. My life has nothing to do with you» Y/N crossed the arms as well, now quite bothered by both her father and brother.

«You cannot date Ryuzaki, Y/N!» Light said firmly.

«And please, may I know the reason?» Y/N counterattacked.

«Because he is way older than you!»

«Look who's talking…the boy who is dating a girl older than him…» Y/N was talking about Misa who was for real two years older than Light.

This back and forth continued for a while and the three Yagamis were raising too much their voices for L's taste. Luckily, the rest of the task-force was too terrified to interfere and kept following with the eyes the moves of Soichiro, Light and Y/N. After a while, L had enough.

«Light-kun, Yagami-san please…» he put down the discussion using his alluring and authoritative voice despite it was always so emotionless. However, Y/N discovered how passionate his voice could be just few hours before in his bedroom. «Have you even considered that your daughter is smart enough to understand what is the best for her? I understand that you, Yagami-san, as a father and you, Light-kun, as a brother were worried about Y/N's safety, but please evaluate her opinion too before making a fuss» L took from the pocket of his jeans a lollipop, he unwrapped it and started to eat it.

Light and Soichiro stopped arguing. At those words Soichiro was deep in thought while Light didn’t change his mind about that topic. After five minutes of silence, Soichiro sighed.

«I want the best for her too…» he admitted. «And if you're the best for her, Ryuzaki, so be it»

«Dad!» Light protested but Soichiro raised a hand to stop him.

«I know you're worried, Light, but Ryuzaki is right. Y/N��are you sure about him?»

Y/N nodded with conviction. «Yes dad, I trust and love Ryuzaki with all my heart. I want to stay with him»

Soichiro smiled at her. «Good. But Ryuzaki!» he said out of nowhere pointing his index finger to the greatest detective in the world. «If you hurt Y/N in any way I'm going to arrest you!»

In the meantime, Light didn’t say a word. He was trying to elaborate a new plan after that sudden turn of events. When Y/N asked his opinion about that argument, he replied that as long as Ryuzaki treated her with love and respect he could consider the idea to accept that relationship.

But now that his sister and Ryuzaki were a couple, will he continue with his deadly plan?

#death note #death note headcanons #light yagami #l x reader #l x you #l lawilet #x reader

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I ask an ikevamp request where the boys find MC's sketchbook and is filled with drawings and doodles of them? If all of the suitors is to much, then just do for Jean, Will, Theo, Mozart, Leo and Comte. Have a nice day! ^^

Bruh this is a genius idea @jeanstan . First of all thanks so much for this request and second of all of coarse I will do all the suitors. Why? Because I’m awesome. No I’m kidding, I’m literally the most clumsy, airheaded person on this planet. Think brain fried Kaminari energy. Also I’m really sorry this took this long. Anywhooo let’s get into it shall we. Tags: @nad-zeta

Ilevamp suitors finding mc’s sketchbook

Comte

you where just chilling in his armchair and doodling him when sleep over took you and fell asleep

being the gentleman he is he picked you up and set you down on his bed tucking you in nicely

then he noticed your sketchbook on the armchair

not even mr. Perfect-guy can resist tacking a little peek at it

so he just looked at the page that was already open

an there he saw a pretty good drawing of him

Comte to his brain: take a peek you said. it will be fine you said. why are you looking through it. you said.

yup he ended up going through your entire sketchbook

he then wrote a little thank you next to your most recent drawing and set it next to you.

when you saw his little note you blushed, but at least he liked it

Leonardo da sleepy

you where both just sitting in the library

you got a bit hungry so you left to get a snack but you accidentally left your notebook there

you know this guy has a thirst for knowledge and that includes figuring out what’s in your notebook

he will pick it up and flip it open expecting to see notes or random drawings

nope nope he sees a bunch of drawings of him with notes like * damn that smile owns my heart* or * UUUUUUH why is he so annoyingly adorable*

This guy has the biggest smirk plastered on his face. when you come back into the room

“ I didn’t know I was annoyingly adorable Cara mia”

cue you turning tomato red

Napoleon

you where sparring ( or where watching the boys spar whatever fits)

after a few rounds you decided to get a drink and offered to bring drinks for the boys too

Jean excused himself and went to the bathroom and Leon was left alone

now your sketchbook was already just on the ground next to your hoodie

he didn’t touch it ‘cause he’s nice, but now..

he decided to take a peek

and he saw a sketch of him sparring

he flipped through it and found more pictures

him sleeping, him laughing, him teaching the kids the best thing that would describe him in this moment that meme: mha heart mah soul

and you catch him with the notebook in his hands

he just walks up to you and hugs you

Isaac

little bean

he stumbles across it by accident, literally stumbles

you dropped it and he tripped on it

he’s like the f is this?

he picks it up and opens it

oh my Lord

he’s as red as an apple ( pun intended😏)

there are a bunch of doodles of him some where he’s holding Harry, some where it’s only him looking through his telescope or just off into the distance

you: Hey Isaac have you seen my...

Isaac: no I haven’t seen the notebook, idk about a notebook, what is a notebook even

poor boy

you just hug him and reassure him you’re not mad, when he mumbles an apology

Jean

precious bean yes Isaac, Jean and Vincent are all beans. COME @ ME

so you carried that notebook around everywhere you went and while he is not as attentive as Arthur he still noticed

so when you left your notebook in his bedroom after bringing him breakfast he couldn’t resist the urge to take a peek

when he sees a bunch of drawing of him he’s..torn

on one hand he’s moved and is actually happy that you drew him on the other he doesn’t understand why you would want to draw someone as impure as him akgkgakgskgfau LOVE HIM PLS

when you come back into the room you panic a little ‘cause he’s staring at it with a blank expression

but then he apologizes and your panic melt away

he ask you why you drew him and you if play the “because I love you” card he will be shocked and happy and confused and surprised...( the list is so long A decided it would be best to just ad an etc. over here)

you hug him and reassure him he is important and you love him

Arthur

ok so he knew that the sketchbook was important to you right of the bat

being the annoying sweet person he is he decides to pester you more then ever

“ Whatcha got there Luv?” “It’s my notebook” “Can I see what’s inside” *flashes a severely annoyed look* “Arthur this is the 7th time today and i have the same answer. No.” “ Oh come on doll it’s just a peak” “It is closed for a REASON!”

Yeah you might have snapped at him a little but his ho guy ain’t giving up

so of coarse when you leave your notebook in his room he will act like he didn’t notice until you leave and then he will scramble out of his chair and nab the notebook

he opens it expecting a diary or just a bunch of notes only to come face to face with a bunch of pictures of him

he’ll raise an eyebrow and keep looking until he finds a very beautiful and realistic drawing of him sleeping with Vic and he looses his shit

he’ll run to you and pull you back into the room to cuddle and tell you how much he loves you no he’s definitely not crying

you don’t get what’s happening until he tells you he saw your drawing and you will turn slightly pink but honestly you just can’t be mad

Mozart

ok so we all know that when he finds this notebook he’ll be stone-faced

you ain’t getting no type of emotion out of this tsuntsun

that is until he’s in public

once he’s in his room oh boy

at first it’s just a hint of a smile, but it gets bigger and bigger until he’s smiling like a dork as he inspects your drawings

he’ll never admit it but the fact that you drew him really warmed his icy heart

he even finds one where he’s by a Christmas tree smiling and a little note next to it saying “I’ll make him smile like this one day”

he closes the book and puts on his stone face again and leaves his room

in the corridor he runs into you

“ Hey, Wolf?” “What do you want.” “Isn’t that my notebook?” “Yes it is.” “So why do you have it?” “....Inspiration.”

yup now he has that notebook with him on the piano and only let’s you get it back if you want to doddle in it some more

Theo

you where cooking in the kitchen, whipping up some pancakes for the brothers

Theo came in to complain that there wasn’t enough syrup on his pancake and you flashed him a death glare and told him to get some from the cupboard

as he grumbles to himself h notices your sketchbook on the counter

and he proceeds to open it and go through it

he sees a bunch of pretty decent drawings of him and he’s surprised

he’ll act all tough but he’s really happy

“ Oi, Hondjie! What is this?” he shows you your most recent sketch. The one where he’s walking King with a faint smile on his lips.

you instantly go bright red

“ Put that down! You where not supposed to see that! There not good just put it down”

he’ll sigh and pull you into a hug

“ I like it”

Vincent

smol bean

you left it in his room and he just wanted to take a peek

and he opened it up and saw a punch of sketches of him

they even had notes like “uhh stop moving you hand” or “how can someone be this pure”

he’s moved

will go and find you and apologize for looking in your notebook and will tell you how cute your drawings are

all in all he’s a sweet little angel but like who expected anything else

Dazai

funny how he can’t remember your name but can remember exactly were you hide the sketchbook when you can’t take it with you

yup this guy just went and took it

he has no shame

he flicked trough it and smiled to himself

the drawings where adorable and funny and he loved it

you strait up walk in on him with the sketchbook and he just smiled at you

you turn pink trying to explain why you drew them

buuuut he just twirls you around and pules you into his lap smiling and you go over the drawing together recalling happy memories

Sebastian

did somebody say Sebastian appreciation hours

You can’t really hide anything from Sebas can you

you went out to get groceries and he was cleaning up around the mansion

you had left your notebook tucked behind one of the library shelves and as he was dusting he found it

he opened it not knowing it was your notebook

he realized soon enough though

he just starred at the pages full of drawings of him

you waked in and he just calmly put the notebook down

he asks why you drew him and you turn pink

as you try to formulate a coherent response he sighs and makes his way to you

he gently flicks your forehead and smiles

“I never said I didn’t like them”

Will

ok so lets talk about our dear yandere boy Will

you hang out a lot at his villa

usually you are accompanied by Vincent

but today he remembered he had a painting to finish and left

you offered to walk him to the gate and he gladly accepted

however you forgot your sketchbook on the dining table

William instantly noticed this and couldn’t help but take a peek

he’s shooketh

the drawing are so cute he really likes them

you come in and he smiles at you

your kind of embarrassed because 1 you didn’t want him to see that and 2 he asked you if you could draw in front of him

“ The way thou hand moves across this paper mesmerizes me”

you turn bright red but your happy he likes it

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amuseadozen · 3 years ago

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She says, we've got to hold on to what we've got

It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

Woah, we're half way there

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it I swear

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Bon Jovi blares through headphones as the early morning traffic is unpredictable like it always is in the large McKinley High parking lot on the first day of the year. Yet Foster Hudson maneuvers her way through it on her beloved skateboard, a gift from her best friend two years ago, with ease. Normally, the brunette would go as far as doing a kick-flip or Ollie over the speed bumps, but today she was holding precious cargo—one skinny iced Carmel Macchiato coffee from the Lima Bean. While Foster was able to get away with more than any other mere peasant, she was sure if this spilt, dropped, or leaked…her life would end today before she could even beginning her sophomore year.

If it was for anyone else, Foster would have told them to get their own coffee and/or made them pay for it. But this person, she can’t say no to—within reason, well a small margin of reason but still. Foster Hudson was in love, not the normal high school puppy love for most young adults her age, but actual love. It had been a progression since they were little, second grade to be exact. Best friends since the day said girl had protected Foster from her own twin brother. From there it grew as they did, until finally last year it’d hit Foster like a ton of bricks—she truly loved her. Which is why Foster had sacrificed an extra hour of sleep and some of her savings from her summer job when the request had come in for the coffee.

Reaching the front of the school, Foster carefully stops and pulls her headphones out before turning off the music from her phone. With that done she picks up her board and glances around. People are everywhere and if she hadn’t taken her anxiety medication this morning it would have been a mess. Crystal blues search the crowds as she heads up the steps. Her partner in crime had said she’d meet her out front. With a sigh, Foster is about to give up; either go to the girls locker or the locker room to try and find her.

“Get a room,” The all too familiar voice reaches her ears filled with so much sass for just three little words, Foster turns around. High pony swaying along with the Cheerios skirt as she moves, her cheer bag over her shoulder—Yes, one Foster Hudson is in love with one HBIC, even if she isn’t captain of the Cheerios, Santana Lopez—with Quinn right behind her up on the second floor. Foster doesn’t exactly want to scream Santana’s name…so she does the next best thing, she whistle—loud enough for the Latina to hear and know to whom it belongs. Once she has her attention Foster motions for her to stay where she is before the brunette makes her way through the students and up the stairs to them.

“One skinny iced Carmel Macchiato,” Foster offers the drink with a small genuine smile, “Morning, tansy.” Foster ignores the electric shock she gets as their fingers brush as Santana takes the coffee. Begrudgingly, Foster doesn’t ignore Quinn. “Quinn.” A nod sent her way. While personally she doesn’t hate the blonde, Foster just isn’t her biggest fan because of who she’s dating— her not so pleasant older brother. If Quinn for some reason mentioned Foster had ignored her, Finn would throw a fit tonight when they got home. As kids try to pass them the barely younger Hudson moves closer to Santana; one to make room and two Tana is better than her anxiety medication.

“Foster,” Quinn acknowledges her back, eyes racking over the girls choice of clothes; a blue jean jacket that is more fitting than too big, a grey band t-shirt underneath, black skinny jeans that are tucked into brown Swede boots, and a black beanie on her head. One of Quinn’s perfectly sculpted brows ticks up as she realized the boots are untied. “How did you not kill yourself on the way here?”

“Huh?” Foster looks down at her boots, one hand moves to rub the back of her neck as her shoulders shrug, “I didn’t even realize it honestly.” She looks over to Santana, “When I got your text, I kinda zombied it when I got ready.” She chuckles a little before kneeling down to tie her boots. The first warning bell sounds as Foster stands back up, “You already found my locker right? Mind showing me before I walk you to class?” The question is directed at Santana.

#glee au rp #storiesung #Foster Hudson #closed starter #closed starter storiesung #v:Prayer for the Broken

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years ago

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Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans. ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did.

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman’s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it.

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact.

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

“Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot?

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it.

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~]

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit.

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over.

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!”

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence.

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.

#Very teasy #Teases #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Roman #Virgil is a brat and Roman is one as well #Ticklish!Virgil #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #Kanene's Fanfic #Kanene's Art #Kanene's fic #Brief self tickles #Feathers #blushy bois #Writing this kind of fic is very fun and sdfghertcvgbhn kind of silly as well #Virgil: Tickle me// Roman: Okay// Virgil: *NYOOOM*#I still don't know how to tag this dfghjsdfghdcf #I feel like my writing is a bit weird nowdays but yeah I'm still proud of this!

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lovedesireelovepaws · 3 years ago

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MARGOT AND KITTY ARE BOTH asleep in the backseat. Kitty’s got her head in Margot’s lap; Margot’s sleeping with her head back and her mouth wide open. Daddy is listening to NPR with a faint smile on his face. Everyone’s so peaceful, and my heart is thumping a million beats a minute just in anticipation of what I’m about to do.

I’m doing it now, this very night. Before we’re back at school, before all the gears shift back to normal and Peter and I are nothing more than a memory. Like snow globes, you shake them up, and for a moment everything is upside down and glitter everywhere and it’s just like magic—but then it all settles and goes back to where it’s supposed to be. Things have a way of settling back. I can’t go back.

I time it so that we are one stoplight from Peter’s neighborhood when I ask Daddy to drop me off. He must hear the intensity in my voice, the necessity, because he doesn’t ask any questions, he just says yes.

When we pull up to Peter’s house, the lights are on and his car is in the driveway; so is his mom’s minivan. The sun is just going down, early because it’s winter. Across the street, Peter’s neighbors still have their holiday lights up. Today’s probably the last day for that, seeing as how it’s a new year. New year, new start.

I can feel the veins in my wrists pulsing, and I’m nervous, I’m so nervous. I run out of the car and ring the doorbell. When I hear footsteps from inside, I wave Daddy off, and he backs out of the driveway. Kitty’s awake now, and she’s got her face up against the back window, grinning hard. She sends me a thumbs-up and I wave back.

Peter opens the door. My heart jumps like a Mexican jumping bean in my chest. He’s wearing a button-down I’ve never seen before, plaid. It must have been a Christmas present. His hair is mussed on top, like he’s been lying down. He doesn’t look so very surprised to see me. “Hey.” He eyes my skirt, which is poofing out from under my winter coat like a ball gown. “Why are you so dressed up?”

“It’s for New Year’s.” Maybe I should’ve gone home and changed first. At least then I would feel like me, standing at this boy’s door, proverbial hat in hand. “So, hey, how was your Christmas?”

“Good.” He takes his time, four whole seconds, before he asks, “How was yours?”

“Great. We got a new puppy. His name is Jamie Fox-Pickle.” Not even a trace of a smile from Peter. He’s cold; I didn’t expect him to be cold. Maybe not even cold. Maybe just indifferent. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Peter shrugs, which seems like a yes, but he doesn’t invite me in. I have this sudden sick-to-my-stomach fear that Genevieve is inside—which quickly dissipates when I remember that if she were inside, he wouldn’t be out here with me. He leaves the door ajar as he puts on sneakers and a coat, and then steps onto the porch. He closes the door behind him and sits down on the steps. I sit next to him, smoothing my skirt around me. “So, what’s up?” he says, like I’m taking up his precious time.

This isn’t right. Not what I expected at all.

But what, exactly, did I expect from Peter? I’d give him the letter, and he’d read it, and then he’d love me? He’d take me in his arms; we’d kiss passionately, but just kissing, just innocent. Then what? We’d date? How long until he grew bored of me, missed Genevieve, wanted more than I was prepared to give, bedroomwise and also just lifewise? Someone like him could never be content staying at home and watching a movie on the couch. This is Peter Kavinsky we’re talking about, after all.

I take so long swept up in my fast-forward reverie that he says it again, just slightly less cold this time. “What, Lara Jean?” He looks at me like he’s waiting for something, and suddenly I’m afraid to give it.

I tighten my fist around the letter, shove it into my coat pocket. My hands are freezing. I don’t have any gloves or hat; I should probably just go home. “I just came to say . . . to say I’m sorry for the way things turned out. And . . . I hope we can still be friends, and happy new year.”

His eyes narrow at this. “‘Happy new year’?” he repeats. “That’s what you came here to say? Sorry and happy new year?”

“And I hope we can still be friends,” I add, biting my lip.

“You hope we can still be friends,” he repeats, and there is a note of sarcasm in his voice that I don’t understand or like.

“That’s what I said.” I start to stand up. I was hoping he’d give me a ride home, but now I don’t want to ask. But it’s so cold outside. Maybe if I hint. . . . Blowing on my hands, I say, “Well, I’m gonna head home.”

“Wait a minute. Let’s go back to the apology part. What are you apologizing for, exactly? For kicking me out of your house, or for thinking I’m a dirtbag who would go around telling people we had sex when we didn’t?”

A lump forms in my throat. When he puts it that way, it really does sound terrible. “Both of those things. I’m sorry for both of those things.”

Peter cocks his head to the side, his eyebrows raised. “And what else?”

I bristle. What else? “There is no ‘what else.’ That’s it.” Thank God I didn’t give him the letter, if this is how he’s going to be. It’s not like I’m the only one with stuff to apologize for.

“Hey, you’re the one who came here talking about ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘let’s be friends.’ You don’t get to force me into accepting your half-assed apology.”

“Well, I wish you a happy new year anyway.” Now I’m the one being sarcastic, and it sure is satisfying. “Have a nice life. Auld lang syne and all that.”

“Fine. Bye.”

I turn to go. I was so hopeful this morning, I had such stars in my eyes imagining how this was all going to go. God, what a jerk Peter is. Good riddance to him!

“Wait a minute.”

Hope leaps into my heart like Jamie Fox-Pickle leaps into my bed—swift and unbidden. But I turn back around, like Ugh, what do you want now, so he doesn’t see it. “What’s that you’ve got crumpled up in your pocket?”

My hand flies down to my pocket. “That? Oh, it’s nothing. It’s junk mail. It was on the ground by your mailbox. No worries, I’ll recycle it for you.”

“Give it to me and I’ll recycle it right now,” he says, holding out his hand.

“No, I said I’ll do it.” I reach down to stuff the letter deeper into my coat pocket, and Peter tries to snatch it out of my hand. I twist away from him wildly and hold on tight. He shrugs, and I relax and let out a small sigh of relief, and then he lunges forward and plucks it away from me.

I pant, “Give it back, Peter!”

Blithely he says, “Tampering with US mail is a federal offense.” Then he looks down at the envelope. “This is to me. From you.” I make a desperate grab for the envelope, and it takes him by surprise. We wrestle for it; I’ve got the corner of it in my grip, but he’s not letting go. “Stop, you’re going to rip it!” he yells, prying it out of my grasp.

I try to grab harder, but it’s too late. He has it.

Peter holds the envelope above my head and tears it open and begins to read. It’s torturous standing there in front of him, waiting—for what, I don’t know. More humiliation? I should probably just go. He’s such a slow reader.

When he’s finally done, he asks, “Why weren’t you going to give me this? Why were you just going to leave?”

“Because, I don’t know, you didn’t seem so glad to see me. . . .” My voice trails off lamely.

“It’s called playing hard to get! I’ve been waiting for you to call me, you dummy. It’s been six days.”

I suck in my breath. “Oh!”

“‘Oh.’” He pulls me by the lapels of my coat, closer to him, close enough to kiss. He’s so close I can see the puffs his breath makes. So close I could count his eyelashes if I wanted. In a low voice he says, “So then . . . you still like me?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I mean, sort of.” My heartbeat is going quick-quick-quick. I’m giddy. Is this a dream? If so, let me never wake up.

Peter gives me a look like Get real, you know you like me. I do, I do. Then, softly, he says, “Do you believe me that I didn’t tell people we had sex on the ski trip?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He inhales. “Did . . . did anything happen with you and Sanderson after I left your house that night?” He’s jealous! The very thought of it warms me up like hot soup. I start to tell him no way, but he quickly says, “Wait. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“No,” I say, firmly so he knows I mean it. He nods but doesn’t say anything.

Then he leans in, and I close my eyes, heart thrumming in my chest like hummingbird wings. We’ve technically only kissed four times, and only one of those times was for real. I’d like to just get right to it, so I can stop being nervous. But Peter doesn’t kiss me, not the way I expect. He kisses me on my left cheek, and then my right; his breath is warm. And then nothing. My eyes fly open. Is this a literal kiss-off? Why isn’t he kissing me properly? “What are you doing?” I whisper.

“Building the anticipation.”

Quickly I say, “Let’s just kiss.”

He angles his head, and his cheek brushes against mine, which is when the front door opens, and it’s Peter’s younger brother, Owen, standing there with his arms crossed. I spring away from Peter like I just found out he has some incurable infectious disease. “Mom wants you guys to come in and have some cider,” he says, smirking.

“In a minute,” Peter says, pulling me back.

“She said right now,” Owen says.

Oh my God. I throw a panicky look at Peter. “I should probably get going before my dad starts to worry. . . .”

He nudges me toward the door with his chin. “Just come inside for a minute, and then I’ll take you home.” As I step inside, he takes off my coat and says in a low voice, “Were you really going to walk all the way home in that fancy dress? In the cold?”

“No, I was going to guilt you into driving me,” I whisper back.

“What’s with your outfit?” Owen says to me.

“It’s what Korean people wear on New Year’s Day,” I tell him.

Peter’s mom steps out of the kitchen with two steaming mugs. She’s wearing a long cashmere cardigan that’s loosely belted around her waist, and cream cable-knit slippers. “It’s stunning,” she says. “You look gorgeous. So colorful.”

“Thank you,” I say, feeling embarrassed over the fuss.

The three of us sit down in the family room; Owen escapes to the kitchen. I still feel flushed from the almost kiss and from the fact that Peter’s mom probably knows what we were up to. I wonder, too, what she knows about what’s been going on with us, how much he’s told her, if anything.

“How was your Christmas, Lara Jean?” his mom asks me.

I blow into my mug. “It was really nice. My dad bought my little sister a puppy, and we’ve just been fighting over who gets to hold him. And my older sister’s still home from college, so that’s been nice too. How was your holiday, Mrs. Kavinsky?”

“Oh, it was nice. Quiet.” She points to her slippers. “Owen got me these. How did the holiday party go? Did your sisters like the fruitcake cookies Peter baked? Honestly, I can’t stand them.”

Surprised, I look over at Peter, who is suddenly busy scrolling on his phone. “I thought you said your mom made them.”

His mom smiles a proud kind of smile. “Oh no, he did it all by himself. He was very determined.”

“They tasted like garbage!” Owen yells from the kitchen.

His mom laughs again, and then things are silent. My mind is racing, trying to think up potential conversation pieces. New Year’s resolutions, maybe? The snowstorm we’re supposed to get next week? Peter’s no help at all; he’s looking at his phone again.

She stands up. “It was nice to see you, Lara Jean. Peter, don’t keep her out too late.”

“I won’t.” To me he says, “I’ll be right back; I’m just gonna get my keys.”

When he’s gone, I say, “I’m sorry for dropping in like this on New Year’s Day. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“You’re welcome here anytime.” She leans forward and puts her hand on my knee. With a meaningful look she says, “Just be easy with his heart is all I ask.” My stomach does a dip. Did Peter tell her what happened between us?

She gives my knee a pat and stands up. “Good night, Lara Jean.”

“Good night,” I echo.

Despite her kind smile, I feel like I’ve just gotten in trouble. There was a hint of reproach in her voice—I know I heard it. Don’t mess with my son is what she was saying. Was Peter very upset by what happened between us? He didn’t make it out like he was. Annoyed, maybe a little hurt. Certainly not hurt enough to talk to his mom about it. But maybe he and his mom are really close. I hate to think I may have already made a bad impression, before Peter and I have even gotten going.

It’s pitch black out, not many stars in the sky. I think maybe it’ll snow again soon. At my house, all the lights are on downstairs, and Margot’s bedroom light is on upstairs. Across the street I can see Ms. Rothschild’s little Christmas tree lit up in the window.

Peter and I are warm and cozy in his car. Heat billows out the vents. I ask him, “Did you tell your mom about how we broke up?”

“No. Because we never broke up,” he says, turning the heat down.

“We didn’t?”

He laughs. “No, because we were never really together, remember?”

Are we together now? is what I’m wondering, but I don’t ask, because he puts his arm around me and tilts my head up to his, and I’m nervous again. “Don’t be nervous,” he says.

I give him a quick kiss to prove I’m not.

“Kiss me like you missed me,” he says, and his voice goes husky.

“I did,” I say. “My letter told you I did.”

“Yeah, but—”

I kiss him before he can finish. Properly. Like I mean it. He kisses back like he means it too. Like it’s been four hundred years. And then I’m not thinking anymore and I’m just lost in the kissing.

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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago

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hurry back, pretty boy (spencer reid/reader)

Title: Hurry Back, Pretty Boy Request: yes! Couple: Punk-y!Spencer Reid/Punk-y!Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of marijuana, mentions of a case, mentions of vomit Word Count: 2,867 Summary: Reader owns a bar and a little bit punk. She and Spencer are in a relationship. Reader learns about the BAU teams out-side of work personalities A/N: got this sweet request the other day. I took some creative liberties but followed the request closely. I did make spencer one hundred percent out of character, but he still acts like our precious innocent bean :) thanks for the love! check out my masterlist!

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Everyone has a different personality inside and outside of work. Like, me for instance. I work at a bar, the one I own. Inside work, I have to be flirtatious and funny. I have to sell, sell, sell. Because if I don’t I don’t have a house. I have an entire act I have. I’m the flirty, punky, bitch that all the fat bastards love. However, outside of work, I’m still the flirty, punky, bitch… I’m just more to myself and not as… Out there.

Same story with my amazing and loving boyfriend, one Doctor Spencer Reid. He works as a profiler for the FBI’s Behaviour Analysis Unit, aka BAU. While Spencer was at work, he was the sweet, innocent boy who doesn’t know sex or how to flirt. He was their sweet, shy, innocent Pretty Boy… Inside work. However, outside work, when he was here at the bar with me or anywhere else… He’s pretty much like me. Though, he’s not a bitch, or bastard. He’s much kinder than that. Although, he’s still a little bit of a sweetheart. I guess that’s why I love him. He was still clever and smart, there was no getting rid of that. Personally, I just think that makes him so much more lovable.

As for his colleagues, they were all different. I remember meeting them all for the first time. They all seemed high strung, professional people that didn’t seem to hang out with someone like Spencer or me. Boy, was I dead wrong.

I met Spencer 5 years back. It was late one evening and he had just gotten off work, coming to my bar for a drink. He looked exhausted, like always. But this exhaustion was a different kind. Like he was stretched thin from whatever the case was he was working on. It was before I knew his true personality and self. I was thankful that he let his true colors shine, not to quote Cyndi Lauper or anything.

I think he was more nervous talking to me at first. I mean, it’s not every day you meet an attractive girl who has her arms tattooed with sleeves, colored hair, and several facial piercings. At first, I thought I was not his type. But then he asked me out and here we are, 2.5 years later.

“Hey guys,” I smiled as the team entered the bar. It looked like they all needed a drink of some sort. I smiled brightly as Spencer entered the bar behind his friends. When his eyes landed on me, his face lit up with excitement. He impatiently pushed past the team and came to me, basically jumping over the bar. I smiled as I pulled on his tie, bringing him down to my height. I was shorter than him by nearly a foot, and I loved it

“Hey there Pretty Boy,” I smiled, bringing one hand to rest on his cheek, keeping my grip around his tie, before kissing him deeply. He hummed, snaking his arms around my waist to hold me closer. I laughed against his lips as Penelope and Morgan began to protest our affection. I pulled my hand from Spencer’s face to flip them off.

“My shift is done in 15 minutes. I have extra clothes for you in my car. I’ll get you guys some drinks and join you if you’d like, once you’re changed?” I asked bringing my hands to rest on Spencer’s chest. I smoothed out the few wrinkles on his blazer and smiled. He hummed and nodded. I pulled my car keys from the pocket on my apron and placed then in Spencer’s hand. “Hurry back, Pretty Boy,” I went on my toes to peck his lips.

Spencer looked over my shoulder and at his friends, his cheeks blushing slightly. I gently patted his shoulders to get his attention back on me. He sighed deeply before looking down at me, smiling softly before holding up the keys. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered, tossing the keys in the air and catching them. I chuckled and watched as he turned to leave. I kept my eyes on him as he left. Boy, I love when he wears suits, or a blazer and slacks. He looks so… professional. I would risk anything for this man… everything about this man… I love.

“What can I get you guys?” I asked, keeping my eyes on Spencer as he left. Even when he was no longer in my sight, I kept my eyes towards his direction.

“Babygirl,” Derek, one of Spencer’s best friends, snapped in my direction and pulling my attention away from the back door and towards the group of agents. I smiled and looked at them.

“Drinks! Whaddya want?” I exhaled deeply as I placed my hands on the counter. Penelope, who I love dearly, was the first to the counter, nearly falling over herself as she pushed the others to the side. I cringed as her abdomen hit the wooden countertop, though she didn’t seem bothered by it.

“I want whatever is fruity and whatever can get me drunk,” she looked at me, throwing her purse on the counter as she leaned towards me. I laughed and nodded as I got to work on her drink.

“I take it it wasn’t a very good day?” I looked over my shoulder at Penelope, who was now sitting. Emily and Derek had joined her at the bar. The look of exhaustion on their faces told me that it probably wasn’t a good day.

“You could say that,” Emily looked up at me. Her eyes looked tired, and I’m sure she wanted to drown her sorrows in liquor and tequila. She probably wasn’t able to drink, mostly because she could still possibly be on duty. I know what she and Aaron have been doing lately, taking down some people for drugs. I’m not risking my weed because of that.

“Well, Agent Prentiss,” I looked at her with a smile as I handed Penelope her drink. “What can I get you tonight?” I grinned as I grabbed a tiny cocktail umbrella, opening it, and sticking it in Penelope’s drink. She giggled as she followed the others towards an empty corner booth. I looked towards the direction of the others and smiled.

“Anything, please, just give me anything,” she pleaded, dropping her hands onto the countertop. I smiled and nodded before making her something strong, but not strong enough to knock her out for the night.

“Do I even want to know what this case was about?” I spoke out loud, pouring some vodka into the glass. Emily groaned before placing her head on the counter. Derek laughed and shook his head. “I’ll take that as a no,” I laughed, turning to place Emily’s drink on the counter. I looked at Derek and smiled.

“I’ll just have a beer,” he shook his head. I pouted. Drunk Derek is my favorite and will always be my favorite. I nodded, grabbing a stein and filling it with the best stuff on tap. “Go over there and save me and our Pretty Boy a seat,” I flashed Derek a smile as I placed the stein on the counter.

“Yeah, I’ll save you and Pretty Boy a seat,” he teased as he stood up, grabbing his beer and leaving. I smiled and looked over at the group of agents.

“Did you have a good day?” Spencer’s voice sounded like music to my ears as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I hummed as he peppered my neck in kisses. I dropped my head to my shoulder and smiled as he continued to kiss my neck.

“Probably a better day than you and the others,” I mused, keeping my eyes on the team. They were laughing and fooling around with themselves, even though they all looked exhausted. Spencer chuckled, his breath fanning over the side of my neck, making me exhale deeply.

“My day was okay,” he laughed, his grip around my waist tightened a bit. I laughed and shook my head, resting my hands on top of his. “I had the day off, unlike Derek, Emily, Penelope, and Hotch,” he added before pressing a kiss to my jaw.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” I laughed as I turned around to face him. He wrinkled his nose before placed a kiss on my lips. I laughed as his stupid tongue piercing hit my lips. “I always fucking forget that you have that,” I pulled my head away from him and spoke. Spencer laughed before sticking his tongue out at me. A silver ball/tongue stud sat on the center of the tip of his tongue.

“I quite like it,” he pressed it to his lips before smiling at me. I laughed and shook my head. Spencer looked down at me before pressing his lips to mine again.

“How about, you go join your team? I’ll make you a drink and meet you over there?” I batted my eyelashes at him. He laughed, his laugh making me feel giggly inside, before kissing me for the third time.

“If I must,” he pouted before releasing me from his grip. He smiled at me before going to join his friends. I leaned on the counter, folding my arms over each other as I stared at Spencer’s ass. Damn, he looked good in jeans. I don’t know why he didn’t wear them more often. And, the way his plain black tee-shirt hung off his shoulders… I could do unspeakable things with it. Or, maybe he could… The few tattoos he had on his arms made me smile. God, I love this side of Pretty Boy, Doctor Spencer Reid.

I sighed deeply, shaking my head clean from the dirty thoughts I was having of my boyfriend. I was quick making a neat whiskey for Spencer, and myself a boozy drink. I grabbed a few glasses and a bottle of wine, for JJ, Aaron, and David, placing everything on a tray, before finally going to join everyone at the booth.

“And here is everything,” I placed the tray on the counter before sitting on the bench beside Spencer. He smiled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. I looked at him and placed his drink in front of him. “Wine for the mother and fathers,” I looked at JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. JJ looked eternally grateful that I brought over a bottle of wine. I wouldn’t be surprised if she would drink all of it in one shot. I’ve attended girl’s night before with JJ, Emily, and Penelope. They like to start off early, leaving me to be the designated driver before I had on sip of alcohol.

“You… Are the best,” she whispered as she grabbed for the bottle and a glass for herself. I fished for the swiss-army knife buried in my pocket and handed it over to her. She smiled as she pulled it from me and opening it to the corkscrew to open the bottle.

“I’m really guessing today wasn’t good,” I widened my eyes as I watched her pour the wine till her glass was totally full. Spencer looked over at me and shook his head.

“Best not get into it, Princess,” he whispered. I cringed before sipping my drink, shivering as the alcohol hit my tongue. The conversations went on, as usual. Talking about whatever it was they wanted to talk about. And, sure enough, Spencer always had something to say.

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“Anyone want some weed?” A regular of the bar asked somewhere across the bar. I anxiously sipped my drink as Aaron and Emily shared a look, silently telling each other that they’d have to bust my bar. I wrinkled my nose and shifted in my seat, not liking that I’d probably lose my job and dealer over that. I’ll have to talk to him about that later when there aren’t 6 FBI agents in my presence and in my bar.

Spencer, who was a little bit drunk at this point in the night, leaned over and wrapped his arms around my body. I let out a strained laugh as he leaned his full weight on me. He pressed his lips sloppily to the side of my head.

“I luh you s’much,” he whispered, poking my nose. I grinned and looked over at him. I raised my eyebrows, my smile becoming smugger. He huffed out a breath of air as he let his body become one with mine. I inhaled the faint smell of whiskey and even fainter smell of marijuana in his breath. God, if only Hotch and Emily knew that their innocent, smart agent partook in marijuana. To be honest, he mostly does it for stress and anxiety. And, it’s done him a great deal of good. “Did you know that? That I love you?” he asked, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I think… I think it’s time we go home, Spence,” I planted my hand on his shoulder to steady him. He made a sound in protest. I widened my eyes as I looked around the table. “You only had two drinks. How are you this drunk?” I asked, looking at the two empty glasses sitting on the table in front of him. He swallowed roughly, opening his mouth to spit out some sort of incredible fact out. Only to fail when he hiccuped instead. I laughed and nodded. “That’s what I thought,” I whispered.

“You guys can’t be serious. You can’t leave!” Penelope looked at Spencer and I. I pouted as I slid out of the booth, Spencer falling over where I was once sitting. I laughed and shook my head. “Spencer’s fine! He’s not as much of a lightweight as you think!” She added in an exclamation. She did the exact thing when David and Aaron left nearly two hours ago. But, at this point, it’s later than that… And, I’m incredibly exhausted. Spencer’s the lightest lightweight I know.

“Penelope,” I laughed and shook my head, “I know, for a fact, he’s had a busy day. Reading his little heart away. I haven’t seen him all day,” I gestured to the bar behind me. “I’ve been here all day. Please,” I looked at her and pouted. I wrinkled my nose slightly as my lip piercing hit my chin. Penelope looked at me, about ready to protest, but stopped when Derek placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s about time we go too,” he spoke to her. I looked at him and flashed him a smile, thanking him for stopping her. Derek winked at me before turning back to his drunken friend. I looked down at the Pretty Boy.

“C’mon, Spence,” I whispered, leaning over to help him up. Spencer looked at me as he threw his hand over my shoulders again. The way he looked at me made me want to melt slightly. “I’ll see you guys another day!” I struggled to wave at the other members of the team. They all bid their farewells to Spencer and I before we finally left.

“Are we going home?” Spencer asked, keeping his weight on my body. I groaned, straining as he threw his other arm over me.

“Yeah, baby, we’re going home,” I struggled to open the passenger side door. Spencer looked at me as I buckled him in, and smiled brightly. “Yes?” I smiled at him.

“I just love you so much,” he whispered, bringing a hand to rest on my cheek. I sighed deeply before kissing him. I pulled away and looked down at him. His eyes were watering slightly, making me chuckle lightly. I lifted my hand and placed it on his cheek. He hummed and leaned into my touch.

“Baby, I know,” I chuckled and smiled at him. Something flashed across his, his eyes widening as his cheeks puffed out. Fuck. He better not. “Oh no, I know that look,” I shook my head, pulling him so he’d throw up outside of my clean car instead of inside. He looked up at me, his eyes telling me that he was sorry before he threw up on the ground outside… Right, where my feet were. I groaned and held back my anger, not wanting to get mad at the mildly drunk Spencer.

“I’m so sorry,” his face twisted as he realized he had just done. I wiped my face with both my hands and looked down at him. He was still looking at me, an apologetic look on his face.

“Baby, it’s okay. Don’t worry about,” I whispered, looking down at him. He nodded and wiped his upper lip. I flashed him one last smile before pushing the door shut. I looked down at the pile of sick on the ground and looked at my feet. I sighed as I kicked my shoes off and picked them up.

“Give him grace, he doesn’t drink,” I whispered, looking at the ruined shoes. I opened the back door and placed the shoes on the seat before going around to the driver’s side. Spencer, surprisingly, was already asleep. I pouted. I loved drunk Spencer and his endless blabber of compliments.

“Oh, Pretty Boy, you’re so sweet,” I smiled as I started the car and speeding away.

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lune-hime · 4 years ago

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Once Upon an Attack on Titan

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

This is a little one shot within the au of my fic inspired by Grimm’s fairy tales.

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“Jean, I’m leaving now!” You sang out the window that overlooked the garden of your quaint cottage. You slipped your boots on with a leather pop and pulled up the scarlet hood of your cloak. As you padded out the door you grabbed the wicker basket from the table that smelled of wine and warm tartes.

The late afternoon sun was at its strongest, basking your modest abode in an aura of warmth. And within the pumpkin patch that bloomed bronze in the sunlight was a sight to behold indeed.

“ Move asshole.” Jean groaned as he put all of his strength into attempting to push your cow. She was unaffected and continued to happily graze on the dandelions you had forgotten to weed out near the edge of the garden. She flicked her tail in annoyance as if Jean was an incessant fly when he smacked her on the rear.

“Whose being the asshole? How would you like it if you were eating and someone slapped you?” You chided playfully. Jean deadpanned in exhaustion and gave you the middle finger. His irritation rose with every non-existent step your bovine took.

“Yeah well, it’s almost noon. That means the auction starts in one hour.” His statement turned into a groan as he gave another big ineffective push. “If we don’t sell her that means-”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re broke.” You finished his sentence and made a swiping motion across your neck. Selling your beloved cow was the last resort and a stark reminder of how desperately you both needed money. Not only did you siblings have each other to support, but your aging grandmother as well.

“ Exactly . So get over here and help me push her!” Jean pleaded. You sighed and placed the handle of your basket in the crook of your elbow. You knelt down in the plush autumn grass and cradled her large head in between your hands. She immediately stopped eating and regarded you doe eyed. Parting with the sweet creature made you want to cry, but you knew you really had no other option at this point.

“Come on, Milky-White. I promise you will get to eat your fair share of hay at the auction house.” You cooed at her and she gave a sloppy lick to the side of your palm. Jean scoffed when you took the lead to the rope around her neck and she walked compliantly behind you.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked your brother with a smug grin. He rolled his eyes and nodded, brushing the dirt from his vest. When he fell in step with you, you handed him the rope and adjusted your basket to rest on your forearm.

“I’ll walk with you part of the way. The auction is on the way to Oma’s.” You said and rested your free hand on Milky-White’s back comfortably as you strolled down the cobblestone path.

Once you had gotten a fair ways down into the sparse village, the crunching of foreign feet against pine needles alerted you. A decrepit woman emerged out of the thicket a few paces ahead. Her graying brunette locks were pulled back into a ponytail that made the most prominent feature of her face her bold nose. From behind her dirtied glasses she wore a smile that bordered insanity as she waddled closer to the siblings. You immediately halted and put a protective hand on Jean’s arm.

“Well hello pretties. A fine day to take your cow for a walk, isn’t it?” The woman remarked shrilly.

“Yes it is.” Your response was curt as you stood your ground. The old woman let out a chuckle that sounded as if she were squeezing air out of a dusty bellow.

“Would either of you like some candy?” She offered. You assumed she intended to sound inviting but the rising pitch of her voice made it feel like you were listening to someone drag their nails across an endless chalkboard. The woman reached into her beige cloak and pulled out a large lollipop. You squinted at the fine print on the translucent wrapping.

~Confectionaries by HZ~

“We’ll pass, thanks.” Jean replied coldly. The haggard woman began looking him up and down and licking her encrusted lips.

“Are you sure? I’m a candy maker by trade and can assure you that you will never taste anything more-” She began, waddling closer to you. She bypassed your side and began circling you.

“Exquisite.” She finished as she rounded her path behind you. You were now thoroughly repulsed.

“I could give you a tour of my kitchen. I have a grand oven where I bake my treats, unlike the likes of any other. I bet it’s big enough to even fit you in it, my tall boy.” She bubbled and grabbed Jean’s arm. She gave it a good squeeze, feeling around the lean muscle.

“Lady, we don’t want your food!” Jean bristled, his voice cracking nervously. Her jerked his elbow out of her grasp but spooked Milky-White in the process. She took a few clumsy steps backwards and caused Jean to stumble. You moved to calm her, all the while not taking an eye off of the woman. Once Jean had regained himself you stepped in front of your family.

“Ma’am, thank you for the offer, but we really need to get going. We have an appointment we cannot miss.” You declared with a grin as sugary as her candy. She spat in frustration when you lifted the edge of your crimson cloak to reveal a concealed dagger strapped to your belt.

“The feisty ones always taste the spiciest.” You heard her mumble as she creeped away in the direction from whence you came.

Once she was out of sight, you turned to Jean and your precious cow. They both were breathing heavily. You gave them comforting pats and began walking again.

“We need to move out of this village.” Jean whined and urged Milky-White to follow.

Several scarecrows and window sills holding freshly baked pies later, you arrived at the crossroads to the auction.

“Goodbye sweet girl. I hope that your new owners are as loving as me and nothing like my brother.” You said. You gave Milky-White one final smooch and scratched behind her ears. Soon Jean had to pry your pets and coos away from the animal. You backed off with a pout.

"Make sure you sell her for at least 200 dollars or something valuable we can sell. And stay away from that weird wizard, he's for sure a scam artist." You instructed Jean.

“Aw but I like Mike. He's got these beans that make you feel like you're floa-" You cut Jean's ramblings off with the sharpness of your glare.

"Fine fine. Alright, I’m off. Remember to stay on the path and make sure you keep your hand on your knife at all times. And most importantly, be back before nightfall.” Jean instructed and gave you a look that tried to be stern but fell slightly short.

“Yes, yes. Don’t worry, I’m always careful.” You replied to his nagging.

“Yeah but you can’t afford to just be careful. Anyway, tell Oma hello from her favorite grandchild.” He called as he turned down the right fork in the path. You snorted and pushed forward, trodding over the stones that took you deeper into the woods.

For a while it was just you and the conifers until an alluring song was carried by the light breeze to your ears. Delving deeper into the brush, you came upon a familiar face.

“Hi Mikasa. Hello Armin, Eren.” You grinned happily as you passed the group. The war maiden was sitting on a large tree stump along the edge of the path. Her ornate shield rested in her lap as she lazily polished it with one hand and bit into a crisp apple with the other.

She was a mercenary that had recently come to work in your village. As an apprentice at Master Connie’s blacksmith shop, you had interacted with the knight many times when she came in to sharpen her sword or shop for some wares. The two of you had grown quite fond of one another’s company and were on friendly terms.

Her dwarven companions sat on either side of her; Eren’s intensely green glare watched you like a hawk while Armin peacefully beamed up at you. Mikasa wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her palm. Her hand brushed against the bright red headband that held her shortly chopped locks in place.

“Hello Y/N. Lovely to see you.” She greeted, her voice rough with battle experience but as honeyed as the candy the weird woman had tried to tempt you with earlier.

“You too.” You answered, feeling the flames of her firey gaze flushing your cheeks.

“I must say that this gorgeous afternoon is much more beautiful now that you are here.” She sang and flashed you a charmingly captivating smile. As Mikasa spoke, sparrows flitted down from the canopy above to perch along her polished iron shoulder guards. They chirped at the melodic cadence of her voice but soon squawked when she shook them off in annoyance.

The sun was making you borderline sweaty. Yeah, it was definitely the sun.

You nodded in agreement, feeling speechless, and inhaled the fresh pine scent.

“Where are you off to?” Armin piped up while Eren still gave you the stink eye.

“I’m off to my grandmother’s to deliver her some wine and homemade tartes.” You said and patted the top of the basket.

“Would you like me to escort you the rest of the way? It will be dark soon and who knows what wolves or other creatures are lurking in the shadows.” Mikasa offered and stood from the stump. The waning daylight bounced off of her armor and made her look as if she had crafted it out of pure sun rays.

“No, it’s alright. I don’t have that much further to go.” You replied, flattered by her sweet gesture but unwilling to waste her time. Plus you were sure Eren would try to nip at your heels as you walked.

“If you insist. But you’ll have to invite me over soon, okay? I would be honored to taste your cooking.” She said and delicately reached for your hand. She brought it up to her lips and placed a plush kiss to your skin. The fire that was once burning on your face was now rushing through every limb.

“Yes of course!” You stammered bashfully, attempting to portray yourself as unaffected as possible. She chuckled at your reaction and regarded you gracefully.

“Be careful, Y/N. Oh, and tell your stalker of a brother to stop following me into the forest. He’s not the one I want to spend time with.” Mikasa bid you a farewell that left you feeling as if you had drank half of the wine bottle you carried.

“Yeah, or he’s gonna get a knife to the Achilles tendon.” Eren spat aggressively and brandished a cheese knife. You grimaced and turned on your heel to resume your journey.

The remainder of your walk was delightfully uneventful, however, the mistress of time was not favoring you. When dusk began to nestle into the sky you quickened your pace in hopes to beat the celestial blanket to your destination. As you were beginning to trouble yourself with what you could cook that would impress the shield maiden, you arrived at the familiar picketed gates to Oma’s cottage. The calmness of the night almost lulled you into a false sense of security that you rarely felt at this hour.

But it was unusually quiet. Even for nightfall.

Nightfall.

You had broken your and Jean’s golden rule. But you were here now, so it should be okay...right?

None of the usual crickets were singing, none of the usual squirrels were scampering through the freshly fallen leaves, and none of Oma’s usual lights were on.

With your hand placed securely over your dagger, you cautiously approached the residence. You tried to convince yourself that she had gone to bed early, that she was indulging in her pipe on her back porch, or that she had stepped out for a bit to get some last minute ingredients for dinner.

The apprehension in your gut grew as you turned the door knob, only to be met with the door already open. Narrowing your eyes, you proceeded inside. The house was too devoid of light to see if anything was out of the ordinary.

“Oma-” You called tentatively. The only reply was the shrill groaning of her weathered timber under your boots as you shuffled around to find some matches. Your hand sporadically patted down the top of the cabinet she kept in her foyer until your fingers brushed against the match box. You gripped the fire starters and lit the nearest candle. Picking it up by the brass handle, you padded into the living room.

Immediately the viscous stench of iron assaulted your nostrils and caused you to audibly gag. You brought the hand with which you held the candle to your nose instinctively. The illumination this motion created uncovered a pale, delicate hand resting along one of Oma’s armchairs. You gasped in fright, inhaling even more of the putrid smell as you stumbled backwards. The wine bottle wiggled dangerously as you placed your hand on the fireplace shelving to steady yourself.

“WHO’S THERE?” You yelled into the void. Your voice creaked like the floorboards under invisible footfalls that grew closer to your shaking form. In one fluid motion your dagger was unsheathed and held defensively in front of you.

A deep chuckle that was as rich as your wine cut through the shadows.

“Easy with the silver. I’m a friend.” It’s welcome was warm but the voice could not have sounded more frigid.

“Oma doesn’t have any friends.” You declared through ragged breaths. Your head twisted and turned to pinpoint the source of the voice.

“Hm. So the woman who lives here is your oma?” The voice asked ominously.

You swallowed hard and tested the air; cutting through the space in front of you and meeting nothing but emptiness.

“How did you know a woman lives here?” Your inquiry was ended with a sharp inhale as you felt a feather light touch to your shoulder. You were giving yourself whiplash as the voice seemed to be existing within the walls of the house itself.

Was Oma still here? Hiding from this stranger? Or worse…

“A simple guess by the décor.” The voice answered smoothly.

The presence in the room intensified and now you felt palpable forms whirling on all sides of you.

“Where is she?” You demanded, hastily pointing your knife wherever you heard a nefarious laugh or a murmur.

“That is something I would like to know as well. I took time to come all the way out here.” Your mysterious company said.

“It’s awfully late for someone to be traveling alone this far into the woods, don’t you think my dear?” The voice whispered incredibly close to the back of your ear. You startled and turned around, now facing the fireplace and leaving your back tantalizingly exposed.

“Especially for one so-” It continued. Suddenly the pale hand gripped your wrist with such a force that it crippled your palm in pain and made your fingers grow numb. The dagger instantly dropped from your grasp and clattered to the floor.

“Supple.” It cooed. The seductively sinister words slithered under your skin and seeped the oxygen from your lungs. Puffs of icy breath caressed the pulse point of your neck while a nimble hand traveled up your arm that held the candle and raised it to your eye level. You were whipped around and were met with a face accentuated by the soft glow of the candle light.

Your antagonizer took corporeal form in the shape of a man who looked as if he was carved from exquisite marble. His skin was ashen as the stone itself and as flawless as a sculpture. His eyes shown with an argent luster that put your dagger to shame and regarded you with the molten intensity of a forge fire. He drew his face closer to yours ever so slowly.

“Supple indeed.” He praised darkly. His tongue darted languishly along his smirk as if he was already tasting your every feature.

“What did you do to her?” You got out despite the building dread of prey bubbling inside of you. The porcelain man clicked his tongue.

“Absolutely nothing. That’s my problem. That there’s a lack of something to be done.” He explained and continued to smile at you devilishly. He stopped inching towards you once he heard your back hit the fireplace. With nowhere for you to go, he was now able to press his body flush against yours. His leg came to prod at your inner thighs while his hands pinned yours upwards by your wrists. His sharp nails dug into the already tender flesh and threatened to puncture your veins. You let out a cry at the stinging sensation and your mind screamed at you to knee him in the balls.

But you couldn’t move. From the moment his eyes connected with yours, your body fell unresponsive. You couldn’t think a single thought without those silver bullets boring into your brain. Your rapids breaths were constricted against his broad chest as you teetered on the edge of death.

“But I must confess I am quite happy with this outcome.” He said with a satin glee. The last thing you saw before he instantly blew out your candle were the brilliant pearlescent fangs that elongated from his idyllic grin.

You heard a squelching as the flesh below your ear was torn open. It felt as though a flower with scorching petals was placed in the now gaping hole of your neck. Your limbs flailed like one of the chickens Oma placed on the chopping block. The stranger let out a velvety moan that only intensified the burning by sending shockwaves of vibrations across your torso. The longer he drank from your sweet nectar, the paler the flame ran until the pain became as white hot as his complexion.

The man had just begun clenching his jaw to delve in deeper when a gunshot pierced the window in the foyer. Your captor ceased his drinking and listened. He turned his head towards the ruckus with his teeth still embedded with you. Suddenly, a silver arrow flew through the broken glass.

“Come out, vampire. Or I will smoke you out.” A husky voice boomed from the yard. The man retracted his fangs and detached himself from your bleeding neck. The beast chuckled with the crispness of a newborn spring morning. He maneuvered your body so you could walk in front of him with your hands held securely behind your back. You weren’t sure if you even had the strength to use your legs. Walls, did you even still have legs?

“Don’t struggle.” He ordered with a maniacal sing-song to his tone. You barely registered his command. The draining sensation of your bodily fluids freshly leaving you left you feeling like an overused blood bag. Your eyes widened as he began shuffling you to the doorway.

“No-I can’t go-” Your voice cracked as you mediocrely attempted to grab at his arms. You stumbled into his chest as your legs struggled to work properly. He showed no signs of stopping as he continued to walk to the entryway.

“Please…” You pleaded weakly as the rising moonlight peeked through the crevasses of the front door.

The vampire kicked down the door with one fluid motion. The hunter was stationed in the main walkway of your grandmother’s front yard, crossbow loaded and aimed directly at the two of you. His leather tailcoat flapped along the gentle breeze and the bullet casings that rested along his chest reflected the cool gray of the stars.

“We finally are reunited.” The hunter spat. His weapon tracked the vampire’s every movement with the precision of a seasoned expert as he dragged you out further into the yard.

“Smith.” The stranger greeted the hunter like an old friend. He smiled, revealing teeth coated in your thick blood that dribbled down his chin like tumbling rubies.

“Ackerman.” The hunter replied in a hardened tone. “It’s a shame that you resorted to your old delicacies.”

Ackerman hummed and licked the front of his teeth, sighing in satisfaction as he reveled in your metallic palate.

“Squirrels just didn't satisfy me.” He snickered and walked his pointed fingers up your shoulder. A single digit entered your gaping wound and swirled in your juices. You shuddered at the needle-like pressure. Smith’s prominent brow furrowed in disgust when Ackerman brought his finger to his mouth and sucked.

“Drop the girl, she’s almost dead anyway.” Smith said, his stance unwavering.

“Want my leftovers, eh?” Ackerman laughed. “I guess I only ever see you by the light of the moon so I wouldn’t be surprised if you were one of us.”

In your delirium you had begun disconnecting yourself from reality. But the vampire’s last phrase kept the final, unspooling thread from snapping. You heaved your neck sideways with the remaining strength you harbored to gaze up at Ackerman. His lips were as red as a summer cherry and his skin looked even more iridescent next to the moon. He looked like he could have fallen from the celestial body itself.

The moon.

The instant your eyes gazed upon its circumferential radiance your pupils dilated as the lunar rays rocketed into your eye sockets.

The full moon.

Be back before nightfall.

You can’t afford to just be careful.

Your brother's words echoed in your mind as the moon began bathing you in luminous ivory pain.

“Oh no.” You whimpered. You squeezed out a wail as the searing ripping of your joints elongating and reconnecting overtook your entire being. The convulsions of your body caused Levi to release you from his grip with a hiss. The vampire hunter and hunted could only watch as you hunched over agony with freshly punctured claws raking through Oma’s neat lawn. Coarse hair soon sprouted out of your exposed skin and your strained cries grew octaves lower. The buttons of your dress flew free with crisp pops and the seams of your poor dress were pulled apart by your bulging muscles. Your jaw unhinged and lengthened until your face resembled the wolves that Milky-White used to chase from your chicken coop.

Your tortuous yelps suddenly mingled with a deafening gun shot from the gate.

“What in the Peter Piper’d fuck is going on at my house?” Oma hollered, rifle pointed at the sky, as you let a howl pierce through the night.

Suddenly you were jolting awake and pawing at the sheets. Your heart was beating erratically as you shakily brought your hands to your lap.

They looked blissfully normal.

You heard shuffling from outside of the bedroom and Levi was soon standing in the doorway with concern mapping his face.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked in minor alarm as he came to sit next to you. He was already in his harnesses and uniform so you gaged it must have been early morning. Levi’s eyes searched your clammy form for any signs of outward distress. You sighed in relief seeing your usual pillows, usual closet, usual bathroom, and most importantly; usual Levi.

It had all felt so real.

“I’m fine, Levi. I just had the strangest dream though.” You exhaled as you came down from the high of your slumbered adventure.

“I think your weird dreams stress you out more than being a squad leader does.” Levi chuckled as he ran a gentle hand along your back. You closed your eyes and revealed in the peaceful feeling of his palm along your night shirt. It was a stark contrast to the gory fantasy you just emerged from.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He added with more seriousness in his voice.

You just stared at him. He stared right back, blinking blankly as you analyzed his features. Your hands reached up and took his jaw between your hands. Your thumbs lightly pushed up the corners of his upper lip to reveal his teeth. Levi made a noise of complaint but didn’t swat you away. You leaned in closer to check his canines for any vampiric qualities. When you were assured they were of normal length, you pulled back satisfied.

“Nope, I’m good.” You smiled and planted a quick peck to his lips before jumping out of bed to get ready for the day. Levi watched you pad into the bathroom as he felt his teeth in confusion.

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Eren looked at you nervously as you eyed him from your place behind him in line to get lunch. He looked down at you and gulped.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” He asked apprehensively. You narrowed your eyes and placed your hand level with the top of your head. You brought it straight out towards Eren, hitting him square in the forehead.

“You’ve always been taller than me, right?” You questioned, looking from your hand down to his feet.

“Uh, yeah.” He confirmed, regarding you suspiciously. He fidgeted with the sides of his plate as you puffed your cheeks in contemplation. Finally you nodded in satisfaction.

“Do you own a cheese knife?”

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“Hange, have you ever thought about owning a candy shop?”

“Y/N. Why would I do that when I barely have time to analyze the retinal samples from Bean’s eye?”

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“You’re dismissed, Y/N.” Erwin’s parting smile betrayed the professionalism of his order. You bowed your head respectfully and walked to the doors to his office. Your fingers dusted over the brass handle but hesitated to grab it. You turned back towards your commander and paused.

When Erwin didn’t hear you leave, he looked up from his desk.

“Is there something else you need, Y/N?” He asked.

You stared at him long enough to lace his brow in slight concern. His coat was the same length, same color, same style as your own.

“I-I like your coat.” You laughed nervously and threw him an awkward grin. Before he had the chance to answer you had bowed your head and hurried out the door.

“Thank...you?”

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Today it seemed like you were playing errand girl more than squad leader. You questioned why you even put on these chafing harnesses as you ferried yet another stack of documents back to your office.

“Hi Y/N, do you want to get dinner together later? I still have some tartes too that I bought when we were in town last.” Mikasa smiled at you as she passed you in the hall. You involuntarily began blushing furiously.

“Definitely, I’ll see you in a couple hours!” You sputtered as you hurried down the hall, slapping your cheeks as you went.

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“Jean.” You called, looking up from the paperwork that littered your desk. The boy who was lazily sprawled out on your office couch hummed into his book.

“We’ve never owned a cow together, right?”

“What the fuck?”

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jay-and-dean · 5 years ago

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Room 028

Dean x reader (?)

Summary : You’re sent back in time, and meet people you know… And someone you never got to meet.

Warnings : Fluff, baby Winchesters, cuteness. Angst. Very slightly implied smut.

Words : 4.6k

Note : I have this story in mind for years… I know it’s a little different but I needed it out. I hope you will like it.

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“What the…” you said looking around.

One minute before you were with Sam and Dean, hunting down that stupid fanatical angel, it was day light, and it was a warm and sunny summer.

You wrapped your arms around your naked shoulder, the sudden winter night biting your skin suddenly. It was… snowing ?

You looked down to note you were still wearing the same clothes : a black tank top, and Dean’s grey flannel tied around the belt of your jeans.

A motel parking. You looked up to the street lamp, the little snowflakes spinning around it in the night. That didn’t make sense at all.

What if that feathery douche had zap you somewhere ?

When the Impala appeared in your field of vision, parked and empty, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Dean” you murmured, just needing to find your friend again.

The parking was almost empty, so you assumed that he had parked the car the closest to his bedroom door.

Room 028.

You tried to look through the window before you knocked, to be sure you weren’t mistaking, but didn’t see the brother’s bags.

“Dean ?” you tried through the door, but finally decided to knock. “Dean, it’s me.”

When the door opened, you frowned. No one was here, like the door had opened by itself.

“Are you a friend of dad ?” a little voice caught your attention, making you look down.

A tiny boy, maybe five or six years old, was holding the door with a wary look. You frowned, wondering what kind of parents would let the little one open the door in such a place, at night.

“I’m sorry I must have mistaken” you mumbled, but the beautiful green eyes looking back at you made you shiver.

“You called me” the little boy said.

Your heart missed a beat and you squatted to look at him closer. His freckles were discreetly covering his angelic skin, and every single thing was perfect on this innocent face.

“Dean ?” you tried, choking in disbelief.

And when he nodded, your mouth stayed agape.

How could this boy be Dean, your Dean, the man chopping heads a few minutes ago, the man…

You wanted to take him in your arms but this little boy didn’t knew you, and his suspicious look wouldn’t let you forget that.

“Are you a friend of dad ?” he asked again, searching your face with what was going to become in a few years, his frightening threatening face.

“Y-yes” you said.

“Prove it !”

You smiled, smart little thing.

“Your dad’s name is John Winchester, the car behind me is his, he asked me to come check on Sammy and you.”

He hesitated a few seconds, then sighs.

“Sammy has been crying” he said with a tired voice, opening the door more to let you in, and your heart broke, imagining him alone with a crying baby.

If Dean was five or six years old, Sam couldn’t be more than two.

You entered, looking around the room. It was, indeed, the eighties here. You rubbed your face and took a deep breath. Weird was usual… But your best friends being babies. That’s was another kind of strange.

Many times, during Dean’s drunk confessions about not having had a childhood, or his jokes about the food he used to make for Sam, you dreamed about having the occasion to hug the little boy he was, the boys they were…

“I don’t hear him cry, where is Sammy ?” you asked, closing the door behind you.

Dean took your hand and guided you to the other room. Here was a baby bed and two queens. Sam, that cute little boy in a sleep suit, was sitting behind the bars, big tears on his red baby face.

He must have been calling for a long time. But Dean couldn’t reach him… You noticed Dean must have thrown everything he could above the bars of his bed to find what was wrong ; there was toys, food, covers…

You swallowed, trying not to cry, both thinking about what your partners had been through, and about these poor little creatures here and now.

When you got close, Sam got up on his tiny legs. Taking him in your arms, you got surprised that he wasn’t wary at all. He was wet, and quite cold in this poorly heated room.

“I think he needs changing” Dean said and you smiled to hide your tears.

“Your baby brother does. But, I think he needs cleaning up too, what do you think little Bean ?” you hid the sadness deep in your voice and Dean shrugged. “Come here.”

You opened the bathroom door and turned on the light, talking to Sam.

“Hey Sammy, I’m Y/n. I’m daddy’s friend… You’re all cold huh ?” his tiny hand grabbed the strap of your tank top and his intense eyes searched your face, waiting for a smile to read if you were friend or not.

The second you gave him one, he offered you the cutest dimpled smile back and said something in baby’s language that was not understandable but you answered anyway.

“Yes, Sammy, you’re pretty.”

Your turned to Dean and noticed his t-shirt was stained.

You had no idea what to do, how to come back to present or anything, but you were certain of one thing : you would give your life to protect the precious boys.

“You’ll wash too, little Bean, chop chop, take off those dirty clothes. Where is your bag ? And Sam’s ?”

The kid you actually knew so well without having seeing him at all before showed you the bags. After taking fresh clothes for both of them and a diaper, you guided Dean in the shower, and filled the sink with warm water to wash this tiny version of Sam.

Dean started to clumsily rub his belly with soap, and his little feet. You kept an eye on him while rinsing Sam’s soft hair, trying not to put water in his face.

“I can’t do my hair !” Dean called.

You wrapped Sam in a towel, rubbing his head and back to prevent him to be cold. And, letting him stand beside you, you washed his brother’s hair, thinking of how many times you dreamed of joining him in the shower… How ironic was it ?

“We are going to tell dad that you’re the one washing my hair all the time now !” he explained showing you his face. “Look, no foam in my eyes.”

Your heart broke even more at the thought you will never be here to take care of him… Not until almost thirty years.

Baby Dean was the most independent child you have ever seen, and watching him dry his tiny legs like a little man, putting on his light blue pajamas by himself made you emotional again. But Sam’s baby words caught your attention and you closed his diaper.

“Yes Sammy, I know you’re cold, sorry, here. Oh that’s better in dry clothes, huh ?”

“He will be hungry” Dean stated. “Dad made a baby bottle.”

“A baby bottle ?” you said smiling to the pretty little boy in your arms, your head coming closer to his to allow him to grab your face. “If Sam can walk, he can eat like you.”

Making the mac and cheese you had found, you smiled at how guiding Dean was, standing on the chair next to you to survey your every moves. With Sam sitting on your hip, you felt your heart finally getting a little warmer, their radiant smiles lightening the room.

“Don’t touch little Bean, it’s very hot.”

“I’m not a beeean !” he pouted.

“I know, but… I have a friend, a friend I really love ; he is the strongest and the bravest. His name is Dean, like you.”

“Really ?” he smiled and you couldn’t help but bend and put a tender kiss on the top of his head.

“Yes, and I call him Deanie Bean, so I though, as you are strong and brave too, but still little, you could be little Bean… What do you think ?”

“Okay" he shrugged. “But I will grow big as my dad !” he smiled proudly, lifting his little hands in the air and standing on his tiptoes.

“You will little Bean… you will. And Sammy too !” you chuckled, thinking at how incredible it was to be able to carry this future giant.

“No I’m the big brother, Sam will be smaller than me” Dean stated and you rubbed his back, somehow unable to not give him all your love, even on a weird motherly form.

"Okay, little Bean, you’re the tallest.”

“What is your name ?” he asked with that small voice of his.

“Y/n”

“Y/n” Sammy repeated with baby mistakes.

You turned to put Sam on the high chair, and sit between the boys. The second Dean started to eat, you recognized him even more, his appetite and clumsy eating making your heart miss a beat.

While watching and helping Sam, you started cutting the few fruits you had found, an apple, an old banana on witch you kept only the good parts, and a lemon.

“So… Where is your dad ?” you asked, cutting the apple in little cubes.

“He is out for work” Dean stated, getting up to pick up the towel his brother had let fall from his lap. “Why do you cut fruits ?”

“Because you’re going to eat it, it’s good for you.”

“What ? Groooss” Dean protested, running to the TV.

“Little Bean, come here” you chuckled.

But your face soon faded, and your heart fell on your guts when the door opened and a really angry John Winchester pointed a gun at your face.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU !” he yelled and Sam started to cry.

“John… wait…” you said holding your hands in the air. “I’m a friend I swear, just… Let me talk.”

He ran to Sam and grabbed him, hiding Dean behind his leg, still holding the barrel of his gun right at your face.

“I swear John, I’m not a monster, you can test me with silver and everything… I’m a hunter, I swear, I… I knew Bobby Singer !”

“How did you enter ?” he asked stern, barely audible behind Sam’s sobs.

You didn’t answer right away, searching something to say but he turned to Dean right away.

“DID YOU OPEN THE DOOR !” he yelled and baby Dean flinched, breaking your heart. “DEAN I SWEAR…”

“NO !” you pointed your finger at that man you always feared a little, without even knowing him. “DON’T YELL AT HIM !”

Dean took a step back and suddenly, the gun pointing at you was unimportant. You ran and fell on your knees, taking him protectively in your arms with John’s armed hand following you.

“Let go of my son” he ordered.

“C-can’t you see the boys are terrified ?” you groaned, staring back at him with wet dark eyes and an air of defiance.

You kept rubbing Dean’s back and, seeing his brother in your arms, Sam tried to reach you, spreading his baby arms toward you and almost jumping of John’s arms.

“It’s okay little Bean, it’s just a grown up fight, it’s not your fault, your daddy and I will talk calmly now…” you said, giving Sam a sad look because you couldn’t take him in your arms.

“Name” John ordered, lowering his gun, but keeping it in hand.

“Y/n”

Sam’s sobs were still deafening.

“Who are you ?”

“I’m a hunter” you stated “I can prove anything you want, I even knew Mary. Just… Let me comfort Sammy please…”

“Mary ?” he choked on her name.

You dared getting on your feet to cautiously grab Sam but Dean wouldn’t let go of you so you carried him as you can. John allowed you, too stunned by the name of his love.

“Come here Sammy… yeah… here, look Dean is here, nothing can happen to you baby boy…”

“How did you know May ?” John asked, but the two brothers were too heavy, and that was all you could think of at this moment.

“Can I sit ?” you dared.

“Yes but one move I don’t like and you’re dead” he threatened.

But his threats seemed so far from you when Dean nuzzled on you, grabbing the sleeve of his own grown up flannel to wipe his tears.

“Whatever” you stated, putting a kiss on Sam’s forehead.

“How do you know my boys” John asked, stern, staying on his feet to make it clear he did not trust you.

“Listen, it’s… Complicated. I would rather not talk about it in front of them…” you sighed, looking into Dean’s big wet eyes.

“Then I’ll put them to bed” he moved but you stopped him with a pleading hand.

“John, please, Sam is still shaking. Give them a minute… Please.”

“What can you tell me now then ?” he grunted and you couldn’t help but smile a little, suddenly seeing a little of Dean in his father.

“I know your boys, I knew Bobby, look, he gave me his watch because I was found of it…”

“I saw him next week and he still had it” he frowned.

“You know uncle Bobby ?” Dean mumbled and you smiled to him, ignoring his father each time he needed your attention.

“Yes little Bean” you tried to hide your sadness deep down, thinking about his funeral and about how Sam and Dean got affected by his death…

You finally looked up to meet John’s intimidating green eyes.

“I knew Rufus too, I even met Missouri once. I’m not an enemy, John… And believe me I would never hurt your boys, I would die for them in heartbeat.”

“You’re going to die ?” Dean half panicked and you put your forehead on his, immediately needing to calm him.

“No. No Dean I’m not, and when you will be big and strong, I will still be here, okay ? You’re my best friend, little Bean.”

At your words, the little boy relaxed and even gave you a shy smile. Death was already something really clear in his head, it wasn’t supposed to yet, but the future hero already had the foundations of what was going to be his burden…

John was staring at you with a harsh face that seemed to hide a confused expression.

“Baby Bean” you pushed his hair a little. “Your daddy and I need to talk a little, would you mind take your little brother with you in the bedroom ? I’ll put some Scooby doo, I know you like it, right ?”

He nodded but still seemed a little worried, searching his father’s face.

“I will join you just after, Dean” John stated.

“And I’ll kiss you and Sammy goodnight” you added with a reassuring smile. “I promise.”

Dean got up and you followed him in the bedroom, putting Sam on the bed next to him with the stuffed animal from his bed.

“Here, Sammy, you stay with Dean a little ?” you asked him and he searched your face before letting go of your arms.

“No, Sammy has own bed !” Dean protested when his little brother crawled next to him.

“Well for now he will stay a little with you, just make sure he doesn’t fall from the bed, okay ?” you said, noticing John behind you when the little boy looked at him for approbation.

He must have nodded because Dean sat better, opening his arms to his little brother.

“Come here Sammy, if you stay close you won’t fall” he stated with a too serious tone that made you smile.

When you closed the door, your heart sank. That was it… You had to be alone with the man you never knew what to think of.

John Winchester was your best friends hero but… You also came to the realization along the years… with hints and Dean’s words and meeting this guy from the boys house -Sonny-… That, if he seemed to be a great man, he was not a great father. Depression, obsession and alcohol had made him neglectful… And you never really knew how far it went… you weren’t sure he never physically abused the most important man in your life.

You turned to him and he seemed surprised at how stern your face was now. But what he didn’t know was that you could fight a thousand men like him to shield the boys in the room behind you.

He took a beer, without offering you one.

“You’re good with kids” he stated.

“Not really, I’m just good with your sons” you answered.

“Maybe you need a babysitter job” he said taking a sit and you frowned at his macho words, sitting in front of him.

“I’m a hunter, not a babysitter. And I’m really good at my job” you answered a little coldly.

“How do you know my sons, they never leave me, and I have never seen you” he asked, still trying to scare you a little.

And honestly he could have impressed you, frightened you even, but Dean’s face was burned in your mind, your Dean, the man he had become. So no one could really impress you more than that… And nothing could really scare you except losing him.

“Never leave them…” you scoffed.

“Excuse me ?” he frowned.

“John…” you adjusted in your seat, weighting your words. “No offence but… You’re already neglecting them” he opened his mouth but you put your hands in front of you as a peace offering. “I know… I know you need to find who killed Mary. And you will, believe me, actually Dean will k… Anyway. John… Sam was wet and crying when I found them, Dean was dirty and… They are too young to be alone…”

“Dean is a big boy, he can…”

“No” you cut him. “Dean is a little boy who lost his mom and house, his school and his friends all at once. He doesn’t need to lose his dad too… He’s not a father, and he’s not a soldier.”

“How dare you ? How can you talk like you knew anything, girl ?” he sat straighter, his tone hard.

“It will get worse, John, and one day, you will regret treating them like that… I know it, because you’re hurt but you love them…”

He searched your face, like he was trying to decide if he should listen to what you had to say, or cut your throat. And you thanked whoever was responsible in your head, to not have to have this conversation with the John from a few years later. The boys were still young, Mary was still close to his heart… He hadn’t turned to stone yet.

“I need answers now” he stated. “Or you’re out.”

“You’re used to supernatural… But what I’m about to say might surprise you a little” you sighed and he chuckled, not taking you seriously. “I’m from the future. I’m actually not born yet.”

You waited and, surprisingly, he didn’t laugh.

“It’s impossible” he just stated.

“Believe me you have no idea what’s possible yet…” suddenly, an idea came to your mind and you dig your hand in your pocket. “This is my phone” you showed him. “And I can do everything with it, it’s something really… too much important, if you want my opinion, in the future, we all have one, and we don’t use it only to call people” you said, putting on some music, but of course you had no internet access.

His eyes were wide open, and he got closer to look at it. When you came back to the wallpaper of the main screen, he frowned.

“This guy… seems familiar, is he from Mary’s family ?” he asked and, for the first time, you felt actually bad for him.

“It’s Dean, John. This is your son.”

He looked up with wet eyes, instantly believing you. Like he could recognize his son with his heart, probably seeing little traits, little details that came from his family, from Mary’s family…

“Dean ?” he seemed suddenly emotional, not daring to take the phone from your hand. “He looks a lot like his mother…”

“And like you” you admitted, looking at the picture of you holding Dean from behind, your head on his shoulder. “See this flannel on the picture ?” You showed him the same at your waist. “John I know it’s a lot…”

“Show me more” he asked, rubbing his scruff in an attempt to gain some composure back.

You opened the gallery and showed him your favorite photo of the brothers, standing next to the impala. You had taken this picture last summer, they were laughing at some joke you had made, a beer in their hand, the light hitting the car in a magical way…

“Sam is taller than Dean… But you can’t tell baby Dean that” you smiled, trying to make your words a little lighter.

“My boys… They look happy” John said, holding back his tears.

“They have hard times but they are really good at enjoying life” you smiled. “They are the best man I ever knew. Really they are heroes beyond what you can imagine, they are the best hunters of the world, you can be proud… But, John… They suffered so much” you frowned, looking back at the picture of Dean and you, your heart hurting at how much you missed him now.

“You seem to… have a special bound with my son… with Dean. Are you two…”

A dark chuckle escaped your lips.

“We’re not together, if that’s what you’re asking. But I do… love him” you sighs, shaken because it was the very first time you said it out loud, to anyone, and now you were confessing in front of his father…

He marked a pause, his deep eyes searching your face, showing you who the man you loved got his thick lashes from.

“You love him ? Why don’t you tell him ? Is he married or something ?” he asked with a frown.

A few minutes before, you were an enemy… And now what ? He was going to make you talk like a girl friend about your feelings… No.

“He’s not. And I won’t. Like ever. End of this discussion.”

He smiled, amused, and you suddenly realized whom Sam got his dimples from, his smile was beautiful, and you really hoped his son could see him more often like that.

“From what I saw, you seem to be the best thing that could happen to him” he stated and your heart fell on your stomach.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t tell him that his son and you had this relationship, this “arrangement”, you signed up for happily at first, but that made you suffer so much you couldn’t always breathe properly at night. “Casual sex, no string attached” except it wasn’t strings, but thick ropes that were tying your heart to his anyway…

You couldn’t tell him that you could still feel the grip of his hands on your thighs from last night… So you stared back at him and nodded gratefully.

“Y/n ? Daddy ?” Dean appeared at the door, his feet pointing at each other in the cutest way.

Instead of answering, Dean looked at him with something a little different in his eyes.

“Scooby Doo is over…” he shrugged.

You got up and bended to take him in your arms, entering the room.

Sam was asleep, holding his worn out bunny in his tiny hands. You climbed the bed not letting Dean go, got comfortable leaning against the headboard and let the little boy find his place. John sat on the other bed, watching you.

“When do you have to leave ?” he asked low, watching his son curl up against you.

“I don’t want you to leave” Dean protested again and you sighed.

“I have no idea…”

“Can you be my new mommy ?” the little boy asked and you grimaced, putting your arm on Sam’s back protectively, Dean in the inside of your elbow.

“No, little Bean… You already have a mom, she’s in Heaven with angels, but you will see her again someday.”

“Then I want to marry you !” he exclaimed, letting his head heavily hit your ribs.

“Outch” you gasped at his clumsy gesture.

But the hit of his head wasn’t what hurt the most.

Then he stopped moving. John too, the TV froze, and Sam’s steady breathing stopped too.

Time had froze.

“Wh…”

“Hello Y/n” Castiel appeared.

“Cas !” you got up, putting the sleepy baby Dean on the bed cautiously. “Cas, this is Sam and Dean !” you couldn’t help but half whisper in reflex even in your enthusiasm. “Look how cute they are.”

“I know, I already saw them as kids” he answered simply. “I’m here to take you home, we killed the angel.”

“Okay… Just” your smile faded. “Let me say goodbye.”

“You don’t have too” the angel stated with his low and warm voice. “They won’t remember a thing, it will be as if you never showed up.”

“What ? No… Cas, I.. I talked to John, I think… I think he will try harder, I can’t let them, Cas, look at them” you half panicked.

“You can’t change the past, Y/n… Dean needs to feel like the world depends on him. Because it actually does… I know you can’t understand that right now.”

Tears filled your eyes.

“He’s just a kid…” you whined, bending to stroke his cheek one last time.

“He needs you, he needs you in a few decades” Castiel declared, taking your hand. “He’s worried sick, Y/n.”

He took your shaking hand and a white light surrounded you.

When you could open your eyes again, it took you a little while to adjust to the summer sunset light. You were outside, on the motel parking, except it was the one you actually booked.

Room 028 again…

In front of you, next to the Impala, were the two brothers. Fully grown up and tall, impressive, strong, staring at you.

You took a second to take in their presence, to remember their beauty… And your eyes focused on the man you loved so much.

“Y/n ?” Dean’s voice made you widen your eyes, you now realized it sounded a little like his father’s yet his voice was so unique.

Your hands flew up to your mouth in a desperate attempt to contain your emotions, but you felt tears already soak them.

“Y/n, sweetheart, talk to me” his expression changed in a heartbeat, from relieved to heartbroken. He frowned, approaching to put his huge hands on your shoulders. “What happened ?”

“I m-missed you” you answered, strangled and still a little confused. “Deanie Bean… I missed you, you’re so brave, you don’t have too… Dean I will protect you…”

You fell in his arms, letting him wrap you, enjoying his smell. And you finally felt safe, everything was in order and you were where you were supposed to be.

“She was in the past” Castiel stated, but you couldn’t see the brother’s reactions.

“Dean” you whispered, nuzzling in his neck. “I think we have to talk… I-I don’t like out arrangement. You have to understand you deserve better, and it’s not enough for me…”

The second of silence that followed felt like the world was crumbling…

“I don’t like it either” he sighed.

His hands firmly cupped your face, and the second his lips crushed on yours, you answered the little boy’s question in your head.

Yes, I am going to marry you, little Bean. Eventually I will.

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Chapter 8

Eden and Chase headed back to Dawsonville after Chase did his media and such. It was almost Chase's 25th birthday and Eden was planning a huge surprise for him. Chase loved backyard barbecues at home so that's what they were doing. She knew how much he loved Eric Church so she was having him perform there. She invited his family and close friends.

Finally the day was here it was Chase's birthday. Eden woke up before he did. She put on his shirt and headed down to make him breakfast. A little bit later she takes it upstairs.

"Something smells so good." Chase says sitting up.

"Breakfast in bed for the birthday boy." Eden says.

"Hmm can I have what's under my shirt?" Chase asks.

"Hmm maybe if your a good boy and eat all of your breakfast." Eden says kissing him.

"Okay." Chase says.

Eden had made all of his favorites including Honey Nut Cheerios. They ate together and then Chase set the trays aside. He pulls her into his lap.

"Chase." Eden moans feeling the tip of his hard on rubbing her entrance.

"No underwear baby and so wet for me?" Chase says.

"Always wet for you." Eden moans.

"Good ." Chase says as he pushes up into her.

Every inch of skin was touching as they moved together.

"God baby." Eden moans as Chase kisses her neck sucking on it.

"Mmm." Chase moans deep in his throat.

They move together kissing and touching any skin they could.

"Chase oh god." Eden calls out as she cums hard.

Her orgasm rushes through her.

"Eden baby." Chase moans as he cums inside her.

They ride it out. They end up going at it a few more times before laying in the bed wrapped around each other.

"Happy birthday baby." Eden says kissing his chest.

"Thank you baby. Best way to celebrate wrapped up with you." Chase says.

"You would think as much sex we have been having these babies would come." Eden says.

"I know but I guess they are just stubborn like their daddy and their mama." Chase says.

"True fact." Eden says laughing.

"We better get up. I have to head out with my dad and Ryan." Chase says.

"Yes to do boy things. Why I head to your moms to help plan your birthday dinner." Eden says.

"Yeah I know. I am so happy you will finally get to meet Brittany and Starr." Chase says.

"I have met them before." Eden says.

"Yes but as my best friend princess not as my wife and mother of my unborn kids." Chase says.

"True." Eden says.

They both get up and get dressed. Chase heads out with his dad, Ryan and a few other guy friends. Eden got dressed and headed to his parents house. Eden walks in.

"Surprise!" Cindy says.

Brittany, Starr, Amy Earnhardt, Abigail Kahne, Samantha Busch, Chandra Johnson, Ingrid Gordon, Emily Johnson, Shannon Gustafson and a lot of other wives in the racing circle were there.

"What is this?" Eden asks.

"A little baby shower for you lil Chase and Casey. Then we will clean up and turn it into a backyard barbecue for Chase's birthday." Starr says.

"Yes welcome to the family Eden. I always knew that you and my brother would end up together." Brittany says.

"Thanks guys." Eden says hugging them both.

"Yes welcome to the family." Cindy replies joining the hug.

They they usher Eden to her chair. They make her a plate of food and then everyone gets a plate as well.

They chat as they eat. They then play a few games before opening gifts. They really spoiled the heck out of the twins. They then clean up from the baby shower and decorate and get ready for Chases party. Eric would he there soon as would Chase and the boys. They were in the kitchen helping the caterers get set up.

"Oh god." Eden says clutching her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Cindy asks.

"My water just broke." Eden says.

"Oh no." Starr says.

"It's okay guys I'm going to get Abigail she is an OB doctor and can help." Brittany says.

"Okay we will take Eden into the living room and get her comfortable." Cindy says.

With the help of Starr and Cindy Eden made it into the living room and they got her laying down on the couch. A few minutes later Brittany returns with Abigail.

"Guys can you go get blankets and some other things." Abigail says.

She gave them each a list of things to get.

"Eden I am going to slide off your under wear and do an exam to see how far along you are okay?" Abigail says.

"Okay." Eden says.

She then screams out as a contraction hits her. Abigail quickly takes the underwear off and does the exam.

"Okay Eden looks like it's show time you are 10 cm's." Abigail says.

"Oh god." Eden says as another contraction hits her.

Cindy, Starr and Brittany come back with the stuff. They then each take their spot beside Eden. They coach her through birth. A few minutes later Eden brings a healthy baby Boy into the world. They didn't have much time before she then delivered her little girl followed by the placenta. Brittany and Starr get her cleaned up. Abigail and Cindy got the babies cleaned up and Eden was able to hold them.

"I can't believe they are here." Eden says kissing their heads.

"They both look just like Chase when he was born." Cindy says.

"So precious." Brittany and Starr says.

Eden was relieved to hear Cindy say that but she knew without a doubt they were Chases but now it was confirmed. They got the babies laying in their little number 9 race car carrier.

"I need help getting dressed." Eden says.

"For?" Cindy says.

"Chases birthday party." Eden says.

"We are still having it? Aren't you tired?" Starr asks.

"Yeah shouldn't you go to the hospital?" Brittany asks.

"The babies are fine no need for a hospital. Just take them to see their pediatrician soon for follow up." Abigail says.

"In that case let's get ready to celebrate the birthday boy." Eden says.

Cindy and Brittany help her get into her dress and her shoes. They then take her down and she attempts to feed the twins for the first time. She does well and they both latch on. Once they finish eating she changed them and out then into their new outfits. She then takes them out into the backyard. The rest of the guests pass the twins around. Finally it was almost time for Chase to come. Eden took the twins back. Chase walks through the gate with the rest of the guys.

"Surprise!" Everyone says.

"For me?" Chase asks.

"Of course for you! Happy birthday son!" Cindy says hugging him.

"Thanks mom." Chase says returning the hug.

"Happy birthday ace." Bill says.

"Thanks dad." Chase says.

He goes through the line until he reaches Eden who was holding the twins.

"Happy birthday daddy." Eden says.

"Oh my god you had them?" Chase asks shocked.

He sits down beside her.

"I did baby. With the help of your sisters, your mom and Abigail." Eden replies.

She hands him their daughter. She looked just like he did when he was a baby so there was no doubt he was their father as his son was also a spitting image of him when he was a baby.

"She's beautiful just like her mama." Chase says kissing her head.

He then leans over and then kisses his son followed by Eden.

"I love you Clyde. Meet your daughter Casey Leeann Elliott." Eden says.

"Oh baby you named her after Casey." Chase says.

"Figured you would like to honor him and I did too." Eden says.

"I love it, and I love you so much." Chase says.

"And this is your son William Clyde Elliott the third." Eden says.

Chase just smiled.

"Best birthday gifts I will ever receive." Chase says.

They mingle around the crowd. The had pulled pork barbecue, ribs, barbecue chicken, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, chili and cornbread. Chase opened his gifts from Eden and friends and family and then they had watermelon and cake. It was awesome.

Finally the night wound down. Cindy was holding the twins getting all the snuggles she could. Eden leads Chase over to the make shift stage.

"I have a huge surprise for you Baby." Eden says.

"Even bigger then you having the twins?" Chase asks.

"Well no but it is still a huge surprise." Eden says.

That was when Eric Church walked out onto the stage.

"Oh my god." Chase says.

"Happy birthday Clyde." Eden says.

Eric starts to play. He played his biggest hits including Talladega, hell of a view, Srpingsteen, Smoke a lil Smoke, drink in my hand and many more. Everyone was having a hell of a time. The alcohol was provided by Dale Jr and whiskey river. To end the show he had a special dedication.

"Okay Chase and Eden I want you to take the center of the dance floor." Eric says.

Chase and Eden come front and center. Chase pulls her close to him and Eden wraps her arms around him laying her head on his chest.

"Okay now this song is for you from Eden with lots of love. Happy birthday." Eric says.

He then starts to play Love your love the most.

"I love sleeping in on Saturdays

And I love college football games

I love not acting my age

And good barbecue

Yeah I'm a fan of Faulkner books

And anything my mama cooks

Small mouth bass have got me hooked

On Sunday afternoon

Yes I love good cold beer

And mustard on my fries

I love a good loud honky tonk

That rocks on Friday night

And hell yes I love my truck

But I want you to know

Honey I love your love the most

Man I love how Redman tastes

And damn I love my Nascar race

Any song sung by George Strait

Is country at it's best

Yes I love good cold beer

And mustard on my fries

I love a good loud honky tonk

That rocks on Friday nights

And hell yes I love my truck

But I want you to know

Honey I love your love the most

I love

Yeah I love scuffed up cowboy boots

And broken tore up jeans

A four wheel drive, eight point bucks

And rocky road ice cream

And hell yes I love my dog

And Jack D in my coke

But honey I love your love

Yeah I love your love

I love your love the most

I love your love the most" Chase sings with Eric as they sway back and forth.

Finally everyone starts to leave. Eden and Chase head home with Fletch and the twins and everything they had from the baby shower and his birthday.

"I will get it in the house later." Chase says.

"Okay baby. I am tired too." Eden says.

"I bet you are baby." Chase says.

They then take the babies into the house and get them fed, changed and settled into their nursery. Fletch made himself at home in the center.

"Guess he's going to protect his siblings." Eden says.

"Yup big brother on duty." Chase says.

He flips on the baby monitor and him and Eden head into their room. They get changed for bed and then climb in. Eden snuggled against Chase and he held her tight.

"Good night baby I love you." Eden says.

"Goodnight baby I love you too. Thanks for the best birthday ever baby. Lil Chase and Casey are the best gifts ever." Chase says kissing her head.

They snuggle together falling asleep.

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Chase and Eden were up off and on throughout the night taken care of the twins. Chase had taken the last wake up since they just needed to be changed.

Eden woke up a little bit later finding Chase laying beside her with Casey snuggled up on his chest. It warmed her heart. Eden got up without waking either of them. She slips on her bedroom slippers and her robe and heads down to the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving day and they would be going to Bill and Cindys later for dinner. Eden was making a few dishes to take with them. She makes her corn casserole, green bean casserole and her famous pecan pie. She ended up making three one she could leave home because she knew Chase loved it. Once everything was in the oven she started to make breakfast. That was when she felt arms snake around her waist.

"I love seeing you barefoot in my kitchen." Chase says kissing her neck.

He was still wet from the shower.

"Only thing is I'm not pregnant anymore." Eden says.

"For now baby." Chase says.

"You are going to knock me up again once the six weeks are up aren't you?" Eden asks.

"Damn I have to wait six weeks?" Chase says.

"Well six weeks before we can have vaginal intercourse but there are other ways." Eden says.

"Yes there are thank god. And to answer your question, yes I plan on knocking you up as soon as I can." Chase says.

"Figured as much." Eden says turning to face him.

She runs her hands on the sides of his face. Chase leans into the touch. He was wearing just a towel.

"I love you Eden so much. I am so thankful for you. You are my best friend and my soul mate, mother to my babies and love of my life." Chase says kissing her.

"I am thankful for you too Chase my real life Superman, my hero, soulmate, best friend and father to my babies and most importantly love of my life." Eden says before kissing back.

"Come back to bed baby." Chase says.

"I have to make sure the food is out of the oven. Not trying to burn down your house." Eden says.

"Our house baby. Everything I own is yours baby including my heart." Chase says.

"Aww." Eden replies planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Chase pulls her closer to him. He was unbelievably hard. Eden rubs her thigh against him.

"God don't tease baby." Chase moans.

That was when the timers went off.

"Let me grab the stuff out of the oven and I will take care of you." Eden says.

Chase nods his head and then helps her get the stuff out of the oven. They put the two casseroles in the fridge. And they cover the three pies and put them off to the side. Eden shut the oven down. Chase comes up behind her picking her up throwing her over his shoulder.

"Back to bed we go." Chase says patting her butt.

"Clyyddeee!" Eden squeals.

Chase grabs the ice bin out of the freezer and then heads up to their room. He sits Eden down on the bed. Eden kneels up in front of Chase. She kisses his stomach.

"Eden baby." Chase moans.

She takes the towel off throwing it. She flicks her tongue out licking the tip of his cock. She then sucks the tip sucking away the pre cum.

"God baby please." Chase begs.

Eden licks a circle around the tip then down the under side of his cock before taking him totally in her mouth. She slowly works him in and out little by little.

"God baby that's it suck my cock baby." Chase moans grabbing her hair.

He runs his fingers through it as he pushes her head further on him. He starts to thrust a little fucking her mouth. Eden hallows her cheeks. She switched it up between her mouth and her hands. But the whole time her smile never left her face and her eyes never left Chase's.

"God Eden do you know how hot it is to watch you suck my cock." Chase moans.

"Mm hmm." Eden moans against him sending vibrations through him.

"God baby gonna cum." Chase says.

Eden gently plays with his balls as she nods her head. She takes him all the way into her mouth running her tongue up and down his shaft.

"Oh fuck Eden." Chase groans as he cums hard right down her throat.

Eden swallows down every drop. She then slowly works him out of her mouth licking him clean. She then kisses up his stomach and chest to his neck. She sucks leaving marks. Finally she kisses his jaw to his lips. She drops a bit of cum into his mouth letting him taste himself as she explored his mouth with her tongue.

Chase breaks away.

"Whats wrong!?" Eden asks worried.

"Nothing baby. That was amazing baby." Chase says kissing her head.

He then lays her back on the bed.

"Remember baby no vaginal intercourse." Eden says.

"I know baby. But I'm going to worship your body and make you cum using my mouth." Chase says.

"God please baby, I am so turned on and need release." Eden begs.

"Do you trust me?" Chase asks.

"With my life." Eden says.

"Good." Chase says.

He picks up a piece of ice putting it in his mouth. He then kisses her lips letting her suck it out. He gets another piece and moves along her jaw , down her jawline to her neck down to her chest. He gets another piece running it across one breast and around one nipple before heading to the other one repeating the process.

"Chase." Eden moans.

Chase grabbed another piece of ice. He then kisses down her stomach the hip line. He continued down to her slit.

"Oh god baby." Eden moans putting her fingers in his hair pushing him down onto her further.

"Mmhmm." Chase moans against her.

He pushes his tongue inside her and starts to lick and suck and twist it around. He was eating her like a man starved. They never broke eye contact and he had a huge smile on his face. It was such a turn on.

"God Clyde baby that's right eat my pussy so good baby." Eden purrs out.

Chase added a finger inside her stretching her gently. He bends his finger inside her hitting her g spot as he sucks on her clit. That was it.

"Clyde oh god Clyde." Eden calls out as she cums hard orgasm rushing trough her.

Chase kept going letting her ride it out. He licks her clean. He then kisses her body following his ice in reverse. He finally reached her mouth. He drops a little of her cum onto her mouth letting her taste herself off his tongue as he devoured her mouth.

"God that was amazing." Chase says.

"It was baby. It's always good with you." Eden says.

"I am glad." Chase says kissing her head.

"Now we should get up and get ready." Chase says.

"Can we go get the twins and snuggle and watch the parade first?" Eden asks.

"Yeah baby that would be perfect baby." Chase says kissing her head.

Chase goes and gets the twins carrying them into the room. He hands Lil Chase to Eden. He then sits down with Casey. They were both still sleeping.

"They are so precious and beautiful and I can't believe they are here." Eden says as she lays back with Baby Chase on her chest.

"I know right Daytona was a great night, won the biggest race of the season, got to make love to my princess for the first time and these two were conceived." Chase says snuggling closer to Eden with Casey laying on his chest.

"Best decision I ever made. I don't know why it took me so long." Eden says.

"I don't know either but you were worth the wait. I would wait as long as it took." Chase says kissing her.

"I love you Clyde." Eden says.

"I love you more." Chase says.

Chase turns the parade on and they lay there watching it. It was a little different without the people in attendance but it was still amazing to watch. It finally got to Santa Claus.

"Wow Christmas will be here so soon. I haven't done any shopping." Eden says.

"We can shop this weekend catch the deals from Black Friday and Cyber Monday." Chase says.

"True." Eden says.

"I have a little surprise for you baby." Chase says.

"Okay?" Eden says.

"After Thanksgiving is over we are going to pack and head to Aspen." Chase says.

"Really baby?" Eden says getting excited.

"Yes I bought us a log cabin cottage out there." Chase says.

"I love it. Will the family come out there for Christmas?" Eden asks.

"Yes and New Years. When I will marry you in front of family and a few close friends." Chase replies.

"A New Years wedding. I love it." Eden says.

"Yes when I kiss you at midnight it will be as my wife." Chase says.

"I'm your wife now." Eden says laughing.

"I know but you know what I mean." Chase says.

"I do." Eden says.

They finish watching the parade. Then then get up and take care of the babies. They then get ready to go to Cindy and Bills.

"Pack a bag baby cus we are staying over tonight. I will probably be to drunk to drive a and you will have wine." Chase says.

"Okay baby." Eden says.

She grabs a overnight bag and packs a change of clothes for her and Chase. She then packs the diaper bag for the twins with a few outfits and diapers. She made sure she had her pumping machine and the pack and play.

She then gets dressed it a black red and white plaid dress. She comes out and sees Chase had put on a red white and black plaid shirt a jeans.

"We are twinning baby." Eden says.

"Yes we are and didn't even plan it." Chade says kissing her head.

Chase takes the stuff out to the truck. Eden takes the babies downstairs in their carrier. She then grabs the food having it ready. Chase takes the babies out and buckled them in. Eden puts the food in the back and then goes and gets Fletcher. Chase gets in with them.

"We will be able to take the two puppies home with us." Chase says.

"Aww okay." Eden says.

"Ready to go?" Chase asks.

"Yes baby." Eden says.

Chase pulls out to the drive and heads towards his parents house. A little bit later they arrive and he pulls into the drive. Eden gets out with Fletch. Chase gets out and grabs the twins.

"I'll come back as grab the food and the bags." Chase says.

"Okay baby." Eden replies.

They head into the house. Eden gets the twins settled into their swing. Chase went and got the bags and food. He comes in and hands the food to Eden before taking their bags down to his childhood room. Eden heads into the kitchen. Cindy, Starr and Brittany were already in there.

"Hey guys." Eden says.

"Yay you are here." Starr says

"I will take the casseroles and pies and put them aside." Brittany says.

"Okay where do you need me?" Eden asks.

They work together and get all the food made and set the table so they could eat. Everyone gathered in the dinning room.

"Man this food looks so good. You girls out did yourselves." Bill says.

"Yes it looks so good." Chase replies locking eyes with Eden.

"Well let's sit down and eat." Cindy says.

"Yes I am hungry." Starr replies.

"I am too." Brittany says.

Everyone sits down. Eden was sitting across from Chase.

"Before we dig into this amazing food. We always sing we gather together." Bill says.

"Eden honey you always had a pretty voice, why don't you lead us off." Cindy says.

"We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing; He chastens and hastens His will to make known; The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing; Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own." Eden sings.

Everyone sang with her. They then dig in. Eden takes her foot and starts to run it up Chase's leg going up to his thigh. Chase starts to cough.

"Chase honey are you okay?" Cindy asks.

"Yeah just something stuck in my throat." Chase says.

He glares at Eden as he took a sip of his beer. Eden flashes him a smirk. She knew what she was doing. She hand her foot wedged between his legs rubbing his cock. She felt him growing harder. She was loving it. Somehow Chase made it through dinner and desert. He got roped into dishes and clean up. Eden went and took care of the babies before laying them down in their play pen in Chase's room in the basement. She heads up stairs finding Chase in the kitchen drying. She grabs a dish towel.

"Need some help there stud?" Eden asks smacking his butt with the towel.

"Yes the faster we get done the faster we can go to bed." Chase replies looking at her with love and a whole lot of lust in his eyes.

"I am not tired Clyde." Eden says.

"Who said anything about sleep." Chase replies kissing her.

"Oh would you too get a dang room." Bill says.

"Sorry dad." Eden says.

Bill smiled hearing her call him that. With the help of Eden they got the dishes down pretty fast. They head to the living room. Chase and his dad share a few more beers and Eden and the girls had wine.

"Okay it is getting late so Eden and I are going to turn in." Chase says.

"Are you guys both sleeping down in your old room in the basement?" Cindy asks.

"Yes Mom I mean we are married and have twins together so its a known fact we sleep together." Chase replies.

"None of that in our house." Bill says.

"None I promise besides I can't I just had twins remember." Eden says.

They laugh and bid each other goodnight. Chase takes Eden's hand and leads her down the basement. He had a key to lock the door and keep everyone out. Fletcher and Daisy were down there with the puppies but that was okay.

"God I have never been in your room before." Eden says.

"I know baby." Chase says pulling her to him.

"God it sucks we can't have sex, sex." Eden says.

"I know because I want nothing better then to fuck the hell out of you in my bed like I dreamt about so many nights as a teenager." Chase says.

"Hmm William Clyde Elliot Jr did you jerk off thinking of me?" Eden asks.

"God yes many many times. Wishing it was your mouth or god your pussy around my cock making me cum." Chase groans.

"And here I thought you were a Georgia Peach." Eden says shocked.

But in reality it was such a turn on hearing him talking about how he masturbated to the thought of her.

"I am but damn I wanted you for so long." Chase says.

"Well I will let you in on a little secret there Clyde. My first dildo was just as big as you are and I used it pretending it was you. I called it my Battery Operated Chase. I never acted on it because I didn't want to loose our friendship. But then in Daytona I just realized that." Eden says.

"God baby." Chase moans kissing her.

Eden pushes him back onto his bed to where he was sitting. She climbs into his lap kissing him.

"God baby I have an idea. Do you trust me?" Eden asks.

"With all I am baby." Chase says.

"Good." Eden says.

She unbuttons his shirt in a hurry. She then takes it off throwing it. She then runs her fingers down his chest to his jeans. She undoes them and frees his rock hard cock.

"God baby please." Chase begs.

"I am getting there baby. " Eden says kissing him.

He Chase kisses back. His hands roam down Eden's body slipping up under her dress. Eden runs her fingers down his chest playing with his nipples.

"Oh god Eden." Chase moans.

Eden takes his mouth with hers so he didn't let everyone know what was going on down there. Chase rips her panties running his finger along her slit feeling how wet she was. They were in a serious make out session. Eden starts to grind her hips against his thigh.

"Oh Clyde damn I wish it was your cock inside me. But this will have to do." Eden moans.

"God baby." Chase groans.

"Go head baby touch yourself. Let me see how you would make yourself cum." Eden says.

"God really?" Chase says.

"Yes really baby. I wanna watch you get yourself off as I ride your thigh." Eden says kissing his neck.

"God okay." Chase groans.

She looks down watching as Chase wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump it.

"God that's it baby. Pretend it is my mouth baby." Eden purrs in his ear never taking her eyes off him.

Chase closes his eyes breath hitching as he starts to stroke himself. Eden moved harder against his thigh.

"God Eden your mouth, I love fucking it." Chase moans stroking harder.

"That's it baby." Eden says.

"God baby that's it suck my dick. Just like that. God I just want to bottom out balls deep inside your sweet pussy baby." Chase moans.

"God Chase I want that too." Eden moans.

"Oh fuck Eden." Chase calls out as he cums hard splattering it against his stomach.

"Clyde baby. "Eden moans as she cums all over his thigh.

They sit there breatheless riding the high from their orgasm.

"God that was just wow." Chase says.

"Better then your fantasies?" Eden asks.

"Yes baby much better." Chase says.

Eden gets up and drops to her knees.

"Can't let all that cum go to waist now can we." Eden says looking up locking eyes with Chase as she licks the cum off his stomach.

Chase kisses her as he picks her up off the ground. He leads her towards the bathroom shredding the remainder of their clothes as they did. They end up in the shower Eden gave Chase a blow job and then Chase returned the favor by eating her out. Finally they showered and headed to bed after cleaning up. The babies woke up and they take care of them. They then climb into bed and snuggle under the covers until they fall asleep.

#chase elliott #fanfiction

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Good Morning, My Love

Summary: Andy treats his lovely wife to breakfast and surprises her with a gift she would’ve never thought of.

a/n: I promise Time for a Vacation part two will come out sometime next week. In all honesty, procrastinating is my favorite pastime and that’s why we are here now.

Warnings: Andy being an absolute sweetheart

The sound of running water awoke you from your deep slumber. It was early, because the sun had not yet risen. You realized it was Andy, most likely already getting ready for work, so you figured you’d better get up now. After a few seconds of working up the courage to leave the bed, you slipped on a small cardigan over your tank top before heading downstairs.

Sitting on the couch, you turned on the 5 am news report. It idly played in the background, as you weren’t really watching, yet your attention was actually directed to the phone in your hand. The most interesting thing happening at the moment was that you were devising your grocery list for later. Ahh yes, the most exciting part of the day.

Typing a few hygienic things on the list, you got up to check the pantry for any more necessary items. Upon opening the door, you searched around for the bag of coffee beans, which should have been on the second shelf, but sometimes Andy liked to leave the bag where it didn’t belong. It wasn’t that hard of a concept to put the bag back where he got it from, but even as aggravating as it is, you still loved him very much, regardless. You were too busy playing hide and seek with the coffee beans that when Andy kissed your shoulder, you jumped and almost attempted to stab him with the loaf of french bread in your hand.

“Well that won’t do much, honey.” Andy smirked at you and your sword of bread and then left, going to grab his car keys. As he sauntered away you took in his attire. A grey t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans.

“You forget to do laundry or something?” Andy turned around to see you leaning against the counter. He looked down at his choice of clothing and just smiled back at you.

“Nope.” A smug smile was on his face and you were pretty anxious. Andy wasn’t sneaky but he could sure as hell be very sly. You could only imagine that he was about to haul you over his shoulder or something by the look on his face.

Instead he just walked over to you, grabbing both of your hands in his and kissing them tenderly.

“I took the day off to spend it with my beautiful wife.”

You felt like a kid in a candy store. So giddy and jovial, not only because you got to spend the day with your husband, but that he would do such a thing for little ol’ you.

“We don’t want to be late for our breakfast reservation, now do we?” Your body was still processing the shock and all you could do was nod and kiss his cheek before briskly walking past him to go get ready. Andy just laughed at your expression and playfully tapped your bottom as you passed by.

Getting dressed and ready went by in a flash. You had never rushed yourself to shower that fast before and it basically felt like being the Usain Bolt of getting cleaned up. Even Andy was shocked by your timing.

Andy could hear your light footsteps coming down and was met with a jaw-dropping sight. You in a gorgeous bohemian lace blouse and a pair of light denim jeans. It provoked the precious memory of you walking down the aisle many years ago. In Andy’s mind, you could’ve showed up in a paper bag and still look like a million bucks. He loved you not only for your beauty, but mainly your amazing personality, that never failed to make him smile or laugh.

“You ready, gorgeous?” You flashed him a million dollar smile at him and linked your arm in his.

Your anticipation grew as you rode in the car to an unknown destination, but as soon as you were faced with a building that you held very dear in your heart, every feeling, except for your excitement, disappeared.

“Oh my gosh, Andy!” It was the same exact brunch restaurant he had taken you to for your very first date ages ago.

“That’s not even the best part.” His usual smirk grew as he got out of the car to open your door, ever the gentleman.

When you checked in with the host, you thought nothing of Andy’s teasing remark earlier, that was until you reached the table.

It was so unexpected that it felt unreal, and you couldn’t even form the emotions nor the words. Andy laughed, happy that his plan worked.

You stared in utter disbelief at your best friend who sat at the table with the same cheeky smile Andy wore earlier.

“Hey (y/n/n)!” Your best friend got up to hug you and that’s when your body finally computed with the situation.

“(y/b/f/n)! It’s been so long!” Breaking the embrace with your friend, the three of you sat down, while Andy just smiled in pure victory. He knew you’d been longing to see your friends from home, it was the least he could do for you. After all, when you were just twenty, you dropped everything from your home to come to Boston and get married with him. You even changed your plans and your career path just so you could be with the one you truly loved and for that Andy will always believe you deserve the world and more. How could he be so deserving of someone so perfect and pure. The grin of pure joy on your face made him feel like he had won the lottery.

You and your best friend talked a mile a minute, telling Andy of all your shenanigans as kids.

“I’ll be right back, (y/n).” Your best friend held up the ringing phone and walked away answering the call.

A smile of bliss content was on your face as you turned to Andy. Placing your arms around his neck, you gave him a very awkward side hug, but it was a hug nonetheless.

“Thank you so much, Andy. I love you.” Gently placing a kiss to the side of his face, you pulled away, his arms still around your waist. Those three words, may have been small, but he could never get tired of you saying it.

“Anything for you, my love.”

a/n: i hope you liked this! sorry if my stories are getting repetitive, there are so many words flowing as I type these stories, that I get lost lol.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x you #andy barber imagine #chris evans

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 4 years ago

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Heya, could I ask for the ikevamp boys finding mc passed out at the table surrounded by work? Uni's been killing me lately. If all of them is too much then just Leonardo, Jean, Comte, Theo and Mozart? Thanks x

I cried five times while making this.

Dear Anon! Thanks sooo mush for the request. 😘I’m sorry for taking this looooong I also have a shit ton of work but HERE IT IS. I hope things get better for you and good luck!😘❤️❤️ I added a different type of uni to each of the guys just to make it interesting. @nad-zeta your daily dose of Theo. XD. Love you. Hope you enjoy! Ok here we go!

Ikevamp boys x an overworked mc

Leonardo

he just woke up from one of his naps and he decided he’s going to have a snack most probably mc

as he’s walking towards kitchen he spots you sleeping on one of the tables in the library surrounded by a huge pile of books, pens and papers

now he knew that you refused to give up on the uni you where going to when you came here but he’s still a bit surprised

he walks up to you and takes a peek at what you are studying

architecture

more specifically some designs he came up with

*eyes emoji*

after the initial shock of finding out you where studying his work he smiles and picks you up and caries you to your bed

from that moment on he will always help you with whatever you are studying and always makes sure you take breaks

Comte

he was walking around socializing with the residents when he stumbled upon you snoozing on the dining table buried in a mountain of book

ha was aware of your studies and offered to let you off work completely

but you insisted on dedicating 4 days a week on housework

however this meant you had to study like crazy

when he saw you there he already knew what’s wrong

he panicked internally but calmly walked to your side

he didn’t insist one knowing what exactly you where studying but this was so convenient he just had to take a look

finance studies

well damn

finds it very amazing that you manege to work and study that at the same time

sighs and carefully picks you up and takes you to bed

after that he makes sure you get enough rest in between study sessions

he will spoil you a bit more and offer to help with your studies

Jean

ok so we know poor baby can’t read

he doesn’t get why you are so passionate about your university

what did you call your studies? Linguistics? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

he has no idea what you are talking about but he loves you and loves that you have a passion

when he sees you passed out in your room in a very uncomfortable position surrounded by books...

...panic

oh wait no panic you probably just fell asleep ‘cause you where tiered

wait tiered?

panic

he will pick you up and take you to your room, makes sure you are tucked it

from that moment on he will make sure you get enough rest

Isaac

precious little bean

on one hand he understands why you are so passionate about your studies on the other he is worried

one time you where working late into the night and he asked you to stop and you brought up the argument that he does the same

so he decided not to stop you

however when he finds you passed out in the gazebo...

nope.

he is panicked and scared and angry at himself for not realizing sooner

he hurries to your side when one of your books catches his eye

you are studying quantum physics?

say what?

ok he now has a whole lot of respect for you

he will gently shake you awake

“ Mmmhmm...I did my essay” “Y/N it’s me, wake up”

you immediately wake up

“ Don’t ever do that again. You scared me.”

Now you guys study together so cute

Napoleon

UMMMMMM boy

if he saw you just hanging off a table passed out he will have a heart attack

then he will realize that you are just sleeping and you are not dead so he will calm down a bit

he can’t resist the urge to take a look at what you are studying either

politics

interesting.

so you want a politics degree

what you will do with it he has no idea. After all you are in a different time period, but he thinks it’s good to have a goal

what he doesn’t think is good is over working your self

“nunuche wake up” “noooooooooo I won’t wake up unless you do what I do to wake you up”

so he will kiss you and you agree to wake up how adorable i think i’m going to cry over my own work damn I’m weird

If he ever see you looking even a little tiered he will steal you away and you will cuddle

Arthotthur

Heart attack nr.2

oh no wait my bird is just sleeping

he’s not happy

ok let me rephrase that

he’s happy that you are happy but he’s not ok with the fact that you have overworked yourself and on top of that he’s beating himself up for not noticing earlier

he’s debating whether you’d be more pissed if he carried you to your room* or if he woke you up when something catches his attentive eye

you where studying to get a bachelor's degree in English whaaaaaat!

will go through your notes and

when he finds out you want to become a writer.....

Omg fanboy mode: activate

“ I didn’t know I had such an effect on you Luv”

you: say wut? Arthur I became writer because I wanted to

Now you two run around n the corridors smiling like dorks and narrating random events when your free and he writes next to you when you study ( to keep and eye on you. He loves you so much)

* if that doesn’t apply to you I’m sorry. I try to write from another persons prospective, but a lot of my writing is based of my reactions to a situation or my personality. In this case I’d be pissed if he left my stuff there or went into my room ( it’s my sanctuary ok my disaster). And waking me up oh no bitch run. But on a serious note don’t be mad if it doesn’t fit your description, and if it didn’t and you want me to change something feel free to let me know. Ok next victim:

Theo

to say he’s pissed is an understatement

he’s pissed at you for taking it to far but he’s pissed at himself a lot little more for not noticing sooner

like his bff he’ll also be contemplating taking you to bed rather then yelling you awake like witch one will end up in a bigger slap

then he notices what you are studying

art

when you are done with this you are literally going to get an art degree

Theo ex. has stopped working

he is getting emotional on the inside

will gently take you to bed and tuck you in

he’ll pat your head “ Creative Hondjie”. He has such a gentle smile on his face god I can picture it I’m crying

from then on when you have a project he will help criticize you and he will help you progress with your art

will be keeping an eye on you 25/7 yes 25 this guy will create a time loop if it meant that you had more time to do the things you love (ahem Theo) xd no

all in all he will be just a little softer with you, but only you. And will also deny it if somebody points it out

Vincent

Let’s all just sit down, take a moment and appreciate Vincent

He will see you passed out and he will PANIC

he will rush up to you and make sure you are ok

also waking you up in the process

he will ask what you are studying

“sooo you want to become a chef”

Pffffffff we all know poor baby is parallel with cooking

like he will burn water

is super supportive tho gee who would have thought

this boy is an angel and will help you cook

Jesus I hope Comte has fire insurance

you have a lot of fun with him and he will actually end up learning a few things form you.

will make sure you never overwork yourself again

Dazai

this dork almost stepped on you

you had passed out under you window , ‘cause you had been studying on the floor

and this guy came waltzing in through the window

“Toshiko-san? Toshikooooo shit”

*cricket sounds* yup

he will squat down next to you and poke your cheek

“ what are you doing on the floor?” you: “what are you doing in my room?”

OOOOH GOT ‘EM

you two of you will laugh about it and he will ask you what you are studying

you proudly shove your text book under his nose

“ well well Toshiko-san want’s to take care of small animals?”

you: Yes, like Isaac

he’s not really fazed by you falling asleep but will make sure you don’t overwork and if he sees you getting tired he will crack a few terrible jokes to lighten your mood and then he will proceed to steel you away

Mozart

ok now clean freak here is going to be worried

not panicked just worried

uhum Wolf you keep telling yourself that

you where studying in the music room while Wolf was playing

suddenly he heard a thump

he stopped and looked around only to find you passed out on the table

seems like the all-nighter combined with the music led you to fall asleep

he’s frozen for a hot second until he realizes you are just sleeping

he will slowly walk up to you and poke you with a broom ‘cause he doesn’t want to touch you

Jkjk

he will go up to you and gently attempt to shake you awake when he notices what your studying

you where studying music

“Marry me?”

he will wake you up and question you about it

from that moment on he actually helps you a little when you don’t get something and you study in the music room at all times because” it’s noisy outside”

we know you just care about her Mozart

Sebastian

he flicks your forehead

that’s it. Thant’s the canon

no I’m kidding he knows how much you study and is worried about you even before you pass out

and when you do that’s it

he scoops you up and takes you to your bed

he only flicks your forehead when you wake up

yeah you get an ear full from him

he asks what you are studying and tell him you want a degree in history

ok suddenly he’s not mad at you

from that moment on he always makes sure you are not over working

he actually shows you his notebook and you find it fascinating

now you both collectively stalk the residents

William

y’all aren’t ready for this

when he sees you passed out in the garden he’s ready to pull out a gun and kill anyone and everyone who dared harm you

then he realizes you’re actually sleeping and he calms down a bit ( he’ll keep the gun tho shhhhh don’t tell Comte)

he will gently pat your hair and just look at you

when you wake up he will ask you what you are studying

you are a complete blushing mess when you tell him you want to become an actress

he’s shooketh and also really happy at the same time

now he takes you with him to the theater and he gives you a role to play and he watches while you practice

he’s also super attentive and will never let you overwork yourself again

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe everyone! 😘😘😘

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I would give I own (just to have you back again)

AO3 LINK https://archiveofourown.org/works/25316791/chapters/61381060

Los Angeles, December of 1979

“Chris! C’mon, boy, Carla is here!” Eddie said as he greeted the smiling woman, both entering the Diaz home.

“I’m coming! Almost there.” Chris’ voice echoed over the tiny house hallway.

Eddie smiled when he heard the familiar tapping of his kid’s slow steps, even when he felt the weight of his worry and exasperation coming down on him as he went back to his desk to finish up some calculations of unpaid old bills and other debts that not even him knew it existed. Eddie had always been careful to make Chris’ school, his physiotherapy and his speech therapist his priority while paying the bills. Yet, he noticed that even if he held back shopping for trivial things, he would still be on the negative.

“The beauty of the adult life, huh?” Carla eyed Eddie as she greeted Chris on the living room, next to Diaz who had been frowning, face heavy. He was barely lifting his head up from all the paper that covered the table. “It’s hard, but you get used to it.”

“I hope I never have to get used to it,” Eddie mumbled and halted when he noticed his son was coming his way, his bag already on his back. “Hey friend, did you get everything? Finished your homework?”

“Yes, dad. But I wanted to show you something,” the boy fished a crumbled paper from his pants pocket, probably had been folded a couple of times by the same artist standing in front of Eddie.

Well, obviously he deduced it was a drawing, since Eddie had a drawer full of them, some even fixed to the fridge.

Eddie met Carla’s gaze over Chris’ head and shrugged, smiling.

“What did you get me this time?” Eddie smiled as he received the paper, but before he could unfold, Chris shouted.

“No! Dad, this is for Buck! You can’t see,”Chris said seriously, as if Eddie was holding something too precious in his hands.

Carla placed a hand over her mouth, trying to smother his laughter after seeing the stunned expression on Eddie’s face.

“Oh, I see.” Eddie mock pouted, looking sad, for Chris’ amusement. Even only seven years old, Chris knew his dad was just playing around. “I’ve been replaced by my own son. So, is Buck better than I?”

“I knew something had pulled me to this house for some reason in the right timing. I could never miss the answer to that.”

Three pair of eyes turned to a familiar voice, the owner standing next to the front door’s frame. Eddie didn’t hold back his smile as he caught the happiness on Chris’ laugh. He hadn’t been the only one, if Buck’s gaze was anything to go by.

“Buck!”

“Hey, superman!” Buck have Carla a quick hug before crouching down to give one of the same to Chris, if a little tighter and careful. “How’s your strength? And where’s my high five?”

When the boy’s tiny hand slapped against his, Buck tossed himself on the ground, face contorted in mock pain, which provoked burst of laughter from Christopher.

“What kind of beans is your father feeding you?” Buck replied, lifting up from the ground and running a hand over the kid’s hair, “I think I need some of that.”

“I don’t know about that, I only know Christopher Diaz needs to go to school.” Eddie interrupted, looking at the wall clock and shrieking. “Time to go, buddy.”

“Please, dad, only five more minutes.” Chris turned to gaze at his father.

“Yes, dad, only five more minutes.” Buck widened his eyes are far as it could go. He could imagine Hen and Chim mocking him for his puppy eyes.

Eddie could feel his heart beating against his ribs, almost forgetting how to be a father and a responsible friend of these two kids, instead of only one of them. And, unfortunately, it seemed he was yet to be immune to those two set of eyes at the same time.

Against his pride, he called for backup.

“Not five, or ten, or twenty. Carla, please, can you take this two children out?” Diaz got up from his chair and gently nudging Chris towards Carla, who laughed, looking as won over as Eddie felt.

“C’mon, kid. The fastest you go, the quicker you’ll be back, an-” Buck was cut mid phrase by Eddie’s not-so-gentle elbow to his waist. “Ow.”

“Dad, don’t forget about the paper!” Chris whispered over Eddie’s ear as they hugged.

“I won’t, promise you.” Eddie chuckled, waving to his kid and Carla before closing the door and turning, only to be face to face with a new problem to deal with.

Blue eyes. Golden locks, which barely covered a well known birthmark. And a smile that always seemed to promise something mischievous.

“Hi.”

“Hello, and goodbye.” Eddie placed his hands over a confused Buck, dragging him to the door. “I’m a little busy right now, and I don’t need a distraction.”

“I need to have a words with your abuela. If she knew that this is how you treat your guests, she’d come to you armed with a wooden spoon.” Buck jammed his feet on the floor, spinning around and coming face to face with his friend’s brown eyes, only to finally pay a closer attention to his friend’s tired face, and to the bags under his eyes that screamed ‘leave me alone’ and ‘help me’.

“Buck, please.”

“What’s going on?”

Eddie sighed, knowing it would be useless to try and kick out Buck now. And if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with the other man. Eddie had the feeling they had spent five months apart, after five consecutive days without seeing each other.

Buck eyed him as he followed his friend back to the table he had been sitting at when Buck arrived the house. Pulling a chair over, he sat and waited Eddie to start speaking, but as he read what was on the papers Eddie held, and watched as his scratched and wrote numbers angrily on the edges of said papers, Buck knew.

“Bills?”

“And debts.” Eddie sighed tiredly. “I was doing the maths, it seems the expenses surpassed what I had expected. I just need to cut somethings, maybe less trips to the supermarket, be more strict with water and power usage. Maybe even do some extra hours.”

Buck shook his head, worried. Over the last few weeks, he had mentioned to Eddie about two open spots at the firefighter station, and he knew Eddie was in shape, besides having already enlisted and possessing a silver star, something his best friend would dodge whenever it came up in a conversation, and Buck never pressured Eddie to talk about it.

And Buck knew how dangerous it was to be alone with his thoughts, which sometimes can quickly morph into frustrations and worries and concerns that then becomes a big ball of anxiety. And, as Buck watched Eddie’s hand coming to his creased forehead for the third time that morning, Buck knew he needed to stop that ball from growing more inside his friend’s chest. Either way, he couldn’t stand watching this man get sad nor upset.

Day after day he had to make peace with himself for wanting to protect Eddie from any evil, even the things he didn’t have control over. At least he would try helping what was on his reach.

“Let’s go out.”

“What?” Eddie barely lifted his eyes from where he was scratching on the paper, his pencil in a tight grip between his fingers. It wasn’t until he felt warm fingers touching his chin and dragging his face from the papers did he look up to those blue eyes, staring intently at him.

“We are going out. Get ready, I’ll wait for you.”

“Buck, I can’t, I have to-”

“Funny, I can swear I’m hearing some kind of muffled noise, but I can’t tell what it is.” Buck replied, pretending to look around for the fake source of the sound, chuckling low at Eddie rolling his eyes. “Can you hear it? Sounds like a buzz, like a very annoying bug.”

“God, even my son is more mature than that.” Eddie got up, knowing it was already a lost cause. And he didn’t want to admit it, but he was ready to burst into flames if he had to do more math or if he found yet another bill to be paid.

“I can assure you that’s not the case, or he wouldn’t be my best best friend.” Calmly, Buck started cleaning his nails, oblivious to the murderous glare Eddie was shooting his way. “Unlike his father. Hurry now, Diaz!”

After a few minutes, as they were ready to leave, Eddie pulled the colorful paper from the table and placed inside his jean pocket. His eyes landed on the piles of paper on the table for a beat, but he soon snapped out of it when Buck’s rough voice sounded from a some meters away.

“Ready?” he asked, opening the door and waiting.

Eddie spent minutes trying to guess, and fail, where Buck was taking him. A few moments ago he watched from the rearview mirror as the city grew smaller and now, tired of looking at the empty road, he turned to the driver as a familiar playful smile grew on his lips as it always did when he was a passenger on the beetle.

His eyes lazily followed Buck’s long legs trying its best to fit on the small space, traveling upwards to the wide hands holding steady the steering wheel. The sleeves of his green sweater were rolled neatly around his wrists, making his muscled forearms pop. Eddie’s eyes continued up, observing how his shoulders were almost curved as Buck tried to make himself as small as possible, or how his blonde locks moved with the chilly breeze coming from the open window and his beard, a highlight around his rosy lips. Lastly, but not the least important, he stared at the deep blue eyes, focused only on the road ahead.

“What?” Buck asked, trying not to move under Eddie’s long stare. His hands started to sweat suddenly.

“Nothing.”

“You’re a bad liar, did you know that?” Buck shook his head, puffing out a gush of air. “Look at the backseat.”

Before turning, Eddie arched his eyebrows in his suspicious Diaz way, something Buck grew used to after dealing with it for almost two years.

“I won’t find a black garbage bag and a shovel, will I?”

“Oh my God, and I’m the kid.” Buck answered, failing to stop himself from laughing together with Eddie. “Now I know why Chris’ so creative.”

Said the man that calls me in the middle my working hours to ask if I knew about whales’ lifespan and that they hunt orcas before going off in a spiral to explain the seaworld for almost an hour with no interruptions.

Eddie scoffed, ready to respond, until he decided against it as he turned back and saw normal paper bags instead. He pulled them to his lap and his mouth fell open, watering up at the smell coming from it. Pastries and cheese balls.

“I think I can start loving you now.”

“How to win over Edmundo Diaz’ heart: cheap but good food, check.” Buck puffed out his chest, looking proud of himself for getting the right food. “Wait, starting now? What the hell?”

“Language, Buckley.” Eddie shoved a cheese ball into his mouth, moaning low and completely ignoring the outraged expression that Buck had turned to him. “Or there won’t be nothing left for you.”

“I hate you.” The blonde pointed out, grumbling, which only made Eddie laugh louder, “A lot! Just so you know, in case you didn’t before.”

“Now I know. You’re so good to me. Thank you.”

“Now you know. You’re welcome.”

Twenty minutes later, Eddie noticed the beetle turning into a narrower road, around a huge forest that enveloped the main road. It descended to a wide beach, and beyond that only a vastness of blue. His feelings caught him unaware, he was obviously unprepared for the destination Buck chose them for that afternoon. As the beach got closer, Eddie placed a hand on his best friend’s thigh, in a silent thank you, and in a split second, Buck’s hand found his. They stayed like that until they left the car, walking to the beach.

“So, what’d you think?” Buck asked his best friend, sitting side by side on the sand close to the ocean. Some moments had gone by, both man had been lost in thought, both gazing the sea, far away from there, until Buck managed to slowly come back to himself first.

Eddie took a deep breath, enjoying the cold breeze that’d been messing with his hair. It seemed like Buck new exactly what he needed in that moment, before he even knew it himself. Maybe one day he could put into words how much that meant to him, how much he felt cared for, for the first time ever.

“This had gone completely differently than I had been expecting, I must confess.” He answered, watching as Buck carefully stared back while eating the last remaining of the pastries, thanks to Eddie, “I thought you’re going to take me to your new apartment to help you finish moving. Speaking of that, how is it going?”

Buck shrugged, chewing as he watched the waves breaking on the sea.

“I’m slowly getting there. After living with Bobby and Athena for a while, I didn’t receive any warm reception from my neighbours. But the building is sound. A little over my budget but it’s only for the time being. I just couldn’t continue reveling on their generosity. To be a burden.”

Something like a warning siren played in the back of Eddie’s mind with Buck’s admission.

“Buck, I only know Bobby and Athena for a small amount of time, but I’m sure that you were never a bother to them.” Eddie closed the distance between them, shoulders touching shoulders to the dirty toes in the sand. It was only because the temperature was dropping and he forgot to bring a jacket, he thought quickly.

Of course.

With Buck’s silence, Eddie added.

“And… you always have a place at our home.”

Eddie felt his heart aching, feeling it squeezing as he noticed the insecurity laced over his best friend’s posture. They would often joke, fight, and over time they had become inseparable, turning into a running gag between their friends, Eddie didn’t care. What he did care was that Buck knew how much he was valued, how important he was, and how loved.

“Hey,” Diaz nudged Buck’s shoulder with his own, waiting those blue eyes to turn, even if they were suddenly afar and glazed with sadness. “I meant it. I know that sometimes I act like you’re nothing more than a nuance, but-”

Come on, Diaz. You know it’s true, just say it.

Buck waited, unusually pacient. Quiet.

“I can’t imagine my life without you today.” Eddie declared, letting his words to be taken by the breeze and waited till they started making sense in Buck’s head. But, deep inside, he knew, after so long knowing each other, both had trouble understanding some things truly. “And neither in my future, Evan. You make me so happy, that sometimes I think I can’t handle it.”

“Handle what?”

“Feel happy. Be happy.” he completed, and smiled seeing Buck lower his face not so discreetly to clear his eyes. Sighing, Eddie picked the now empty paper bag from Buck’s hands, placed it close to their boots, and pulled Buck’s head down to lay on his lap. He didn’t know he needed that until Buck smiled up at him, eyes slightly red gazing at him. “Did you bring me here to watch the sea or me?”

“Both.” Buck’s smile widened for a moment, and he closed his eyes when Eddie started running a hand through his locks, fiddling with it the same way he did with Chris, whenever Eddie wanted a moment of peace. “Hey, Eddie?”

His hand ceased its movement, and he focused only on the man on his lap.

“How are you, really?”

‘I’m fine’ was ready to leave his lips, but Buck’s eyes asked for honesty and trust. And, well, if there was someone who should get an honest answer, this someone was right there. Eddie knew that, even though Buck gave him the space he wanted, and was so very patient, Eddie knew he needed to push his own limits, get out of his comfort zone.

Not only for Buck, or for their relationship, but for himself.

Eddie’s gaze fell on the sea, searching inside himself a place to open up what he’d been holding for months. Years.

“I’m… trying to be ok, Evan.” His fingers continued to wander Buck’s hair, trying to give some comfort to the man, who deserved the world, and some for himself, too, because he knew they were entering one of those intense moments, where both wore big boy’s pants. To talk about feelings… it had never been Eddie’s forte. But for Buck it had always seemed so easy, so Eddie knew he needed to give his best friend something in return, sometimes, even if silently. “Too many changes in too little time. To move with Chris to LA even after seeing how disappointed my parents were, to be a single dad, have sex in secrecy with my wife and separating my child from his own mother… you know, only another day at work.” he paused, “That night, when I saw Shannon-”

Buck, sensing the sudden silence, lifted his hand up to caress the stubbled face of the man that held him.

“Hey, come back to me,” he said, feeling a tiny smile stretch his lips as he watched the tension in Eddie’s jaw dissipating, even if his shoulders were still hard as rock, like so many times when Buck watched his friend drowning in worry. “If you don’t wanna talk, that’s fine.”

“No, I… I want to,” Eddie answered, but grimaced a second later, “Actually, I really don’t, but I need to.”

“Ok,” Buck nodded peacefully. “Take your time.”

“Ever since I was a kid- it’s like I’ve been taught to see the world in a specific way, see the world with the design my parents taught me.” Eddie shrugged, feeling the tension stretching on his skin. “Study, get a job, build a family. Provide, support, do my best so that this pillar never falls.”

After a beat of silence, Eddie almost didn’t catch the question, distracted by the heavy clouds coming their way.

“And who takes care of you, Eddie?”

Buck only received a small smile in return, as Eddie’s eyes were distant, looking at something in his past.

“Me, I guess. It’s never been something that I’ve placed above all else. My dad always taught my sisters and me that we could swallow what life thrown our way, and we could march on. Sit down, lower our heads, suffer… those had never been part of his teachings.” Eddie sighed, feeling a knot growing in his throat. “Men of the Diaz family needed to be steady, strong. The time you waste crying, is time lost, according my dad.

“And indeed, I followed that road, and still do, at least when dealing with myself, old habits are hard to kill. But you know...” The fingers of his free hand started picking at the buttons of Buck’s jacket. “Shannon and I never taught Chris any of this shit. We really give our everything to the kid. And there’s nothing more important than him. Nothing. And that’s why, above all that had gone between me and Shannon, I loved her. But that’s also why I was afraid to let her close to us again.”

After a long pause, Eddie let his gaze fall to find out he’d been observed by Buck, which wasn’t a surprise, but there was something in his expression, something different. His face probably expressed his confusion then, because Buck started searching for words to say, looking serious and thoughtful. But Eddie continued, feeling his words flowing freely, even if the voice inside his head told him to stop, to not lose control. He was being too emotional, too open.

Vulnerable.

“Shannon and I met at seventeen, too young and in love.” Eddie sighed again, looking at this ring finger that was now missing the ring that had sat there for years. “And then she got pregnant, which lead us to our other big step. They were great years, there had been love, but I think there always had been something missing between us. And apparently, our communication slowly became awful, and I took over taking care of the bills after Chris was born, and became absent as a husband, father and-”

Eddie noticed something might have caught Buck’s attention, because at one moment he had his head rested on Eddie’s lap, but in the other Buck was sitting up right in front of him, leaning over his arm on the humid sand, his head only inches apart from Eddie’s. His blue eyes almost competing with the ocean behind him to see who was the bluest.

“Edmundo Diaz, what I’m about to say will not only be said because you’re my best friend and because I know you. And I’m sure it is one of those universally known truths that everyone can see it except one person. You.”

That moment, like so many countless others, in which Eddie shown himself as this incredible man, Buck wished his friend could see himself like Buck saw him. Behind all the sarcasm and his ‘manly attitude’ (which Buck had mocked him of when Eddie would sometimes say something inappropriate and Buck would scold him) he saw his friend’s flaws, but also his good qualities and right actions.

“You are a marvelous dad, Eddie. And was a good husband too. Hey,” Buck held his hand up when Eddie started to open his mouth to interrupt him. “You were. And I don’t know, but I got the impression that despite all Shannon mistakes, she had also been a good wife. She’s still a good mother, who calls and worries about her son. Eddie, you have no idea how good it’s to have all that. Maddie and I didn’t have that. So, from experience, and from any other person with good functioning brain cells it’s obvious. It’s a naked simple truth.”

Eddie stared at him, frozen in place by the intensity and the wild veracity in Buck’s eyes. He felt his stomach churning, shaking his head as he felt his eyes stinging while he looked at the horizon.

“I know that Shannon and you committed mistakes, as a couple and even as parents, but you try so much Eddie, you fight everyday to give him only the best. And to see his admiration and love glazing on his eyes when he looks at you? It’s impressive.” Buck smile when he noticed the tears falling from the face he knew so perfectly, even with his eyes closed. With a soft caress, he cleaned the wet tracks on Eddie’s cheeks. “You are so gentle with everyone, why not with yourself?”

The silence stretched between them. and when Eddie finally felt steady enough to speak again, he replied.

“You really know your way around words, huh? Damn it, I’m never letting you kidnap me again, look at what you did. Fuck”

Buck threw his head back with a burst of laughter.

“Careful, Diaz,” Buck warned, his smile carrying a light playfulness. “Sometimes I bring unfairly hot men to deserted beaches to make them cry.”

“Well, God help me then.” Eddie rolled his eyes, ready respond in the same way when they felt the first drops of rain. They frowned in synch. “The beach is kicking us out after our exciting conversation. Time to go, I’ve got to get Chris from my abuela.”

Eddie, as he lifted from the ground and offered Buck a hand, creased his brown when he pulled Buck up for their walk back to the car, and unfortunately witnessed something shifting in his best friend’s eyes.

“Hey, Eddie-”

Eddie narrowed his eyes when Buck threw his jack on the sand next to the pile of their shoes.

“You remember when the other day you told me you hadn’t been to the sea?”

“Buck.” Eddie retreated a few steps from his friend, calculating and reading to arm himself uselessly with one pair of his boot, “I’m warning you, get away from me, or I swear to God-!”

In a fraction of seconds, everything that Eddie could see was the boot falling on the ground before being carried over the shoulders of the almost two meters tall man. Even as the sun was still shining between the clouds, the rain started to pour, and thunder echoed on the distance, nothing what the LA sky was used to.

“Fuck! Evan, out me down!” Eddie punched on the large back, to which Buck started to laugh freely, running to the agitated sea. “I’m gonna kill you!”

That was the last thing Eddie remembered saing before darkness engulfed him underwater, so cold it felt like tiny daggers were sticking on his every pore. He swam up desperately, before finally finding the open skies above his head again. He panted, blinking and breathing hard. The rain still fell on his face as he tried to stay afloat when he noticed:

A very absent Evan Buckley.

That was so much more worrying than being thrown into a wild tide as a pseudo-storm raged on. He started panting again, not only in search of air, but because panic took hold on him.

“Buck! Buck!”

He dove again, swimming against the strength of the tide that pulled him down, because fuck it, he would go against nature if it meant finding that bastard.

Seconds later, after coming for air again, Eddie almost felt like he would sink from the weight of the arms holding his body and pulling him back to the shore. And as soon as his feet reached the wet sand, he heard the gasping and very excited voice of the only idiot on the world that could almost had drowned to death.

“Eddie, did you hear that thunder?” Buck smiled as he tried to calm his breathing, supporting himself on his knees. “Damn, they are wild today.”

“I hope Maddie won’t go missing her brother, because you’re only getting out of here dead, you mother fucker!”

It took Buck two seconds to start running away from a furious Eddie. This storm couldn’t compete with all this anger, Buck though as he stumbled, freezing to death and laughing hysterically as he made for his shoes.

Eddie had his gaze fixed on the trees passing by them, but he could count on his fingers how many times he felt Buck’s eyes slip between the street ahead, and him. He tried keeping his face straight, even as the cold air that entered through the cracks of the window made him shiver more furiously, and he wished he hadn’t forgotten his jacket back home.

They must have broken a new record, Eddie thought impressed, after ten minutes had gone by and neither had spoken a word.

“Eddie, come on. It was fun, wasn’t it?” Buck asked hopeful, like a child trying to bargain a apologize after some mischief. “It wasn’t that bad.

Buck could the a livid vein popping on the forehead of the man sitting next to him.

Sighing, he hid his worry and frustration from his face, thinking that, yes, in fact he did spoil things with Eddie. Maybe he should really start listening to Bobby when he says Buck can be a little too reckless.

“When will my silent treatment end?” Buck wanted to know, shifting his big, pleading eyes towards a seemingly very troubled Eddie, but something inside him needed to make sure. “Are you distressed?”

That was Eddie’s last straw.

“Well, Buck, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you were reckless enough to the point of throwing both of us into a high tide in the middle of a storm, and then I couldn’t find you, and also maybe, just maybe, we could have been stricken by a fucking lightning. So yes, I might be a little distressed.” Eddie conceded, almost out of breath. “So can I have this? Fuck it, I will.”

Still recoiled from his friend’s outburst, Buck dared look at Eddie and noticed his entire body shivering, his arms around himself and his henley sticking to his torso. Schooling his eyes not to see more than he should, he let a few seconds go unperturbed between them.

Buck took his eyes off the road and stretched his arm to the backseat and, in a peace offering, handed Eddie, who was scowling, his jeans jacket.

“You can have this as well. If you want.”

Well shit, Eddie knew he shouldn’t have looked up at Buck, because all resentment that was still sitting on his face quickly evaporated when he met those blue eyes. His golden locks, now wet and sticking to his blushing face, from all the running they did when Eddie had been chasing him, were shining, and made his face look younger, despite the unkempt stubble.

“Please,” Buck insisted still holding the jacket with his right hand.

Sighing, Eddie put the jacket over him in a hast. It was almost just as wet as the clothes on his body, but he did feel better as he smelt Buck’s scent on the material. He nudged Buck on the shoulder when he saw his best friend smiling by the corner of his eyes.

“Shut up.”

“I haven’t said anything, in fact, I-”

His comment died on his lips when they heard a muffled choking coming from the hood of the beetle.

“Did you hear that?” Eddie looked at Buck as he whined, understanding what was happening.

“The gas is running low.”

If there really was a bigger entity somewhere looking down at them, it would probably be laughing.

“Ok, let’s push it.” Buck said determined.

“You’re joking, right?” Eddie gasped, staring at Buck’s back as he opened the door and left to the be under the light drizzle. They had practically pulled over in the middle of the road. With no one to ask for help. “No, he really isn’t. Fuck.”

“Okay, we push it and as soon as it starts moving again, we run back inside.” Buck readied himself on the car’s rear, eyes locking with Eddie’s on the other side of the car.

“What if you push and I stay back here on the driver’s seat and turn it back on?”

Buck frowned confused, his head tilting to the side, much like the dogs from TV commercials Buck watches fascinated, with Chris and Eddie.

“But then I wouldn’t have time to jump back in and-”

When Buck realized what his friend was trying to imply, Eddie could hold the tension anymore, and burst into laugh, toppling over himself against the beetle as he saw the horror on Buck’s face.

“Rude! I can’t believe you’d let me behind-”

“You should had seen your face! Gosh, I’m saving this moment forever.” Diaz said, with a more calm chuckle on his lips as he walked back to the rear of the car, readying himself next to Buck. Bating his hair from his eyes, Eddie took a deep breath. “Okay, on three.”

Buck puffed out his cheeks, shaking his head desperately.

“One-”

“Two-”

“Now!” Buck shouted, and both pushed, using all the strength they had, which seemed to work. A few seconds on and the beetle started moving on its own, and both ran back inside. “Go, go, go!”

As soon as they were both in, Buck turned the ignition key and the engine sounded back to life, provoking a relieved sigh from them, who were still trying to catch their breaths. Buck turned on the radio distractly, eyes back on the road.

“And now, the number one of the top ten most requested songs from fans. With you, the first place, Elton John with Your Song.”

Even as Buck rolled his eyes, he couldn’t help the tiny smile from growing on his face as he heard Eddie chuckling.

“It’s my pleasure to be your entertainment source, Eddie Diaz.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Eddie replied with a smile and he stared and admired the man sitting next to him. The man that had given him a day that was far from what he imagined he would ever live. Buck didn’t seem to notice the power that he had over Eddie, always making him feel like a teen, very different from the responsible teen he had been, but a teenager he had dreamt to be years back: foolish, funny and free.

And maybe, truly in love, even.

It's a little bit funny, this feelin' inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but boy, if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

Stopping the car under a traffic light, Eddie spoke, almost a whisper to Buck’s ears, as they waited for the green light.

“Thank you,” Eddie waited Buck to turn his confused face towards him before continuing, “for today. I wouldn’t change this afternoon for anything.”

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one's for you

“Oh, which moment are you talking about? When you were chasing after me furious on the beach? Or when you were ready to leave me behind?” Buck asked playfully, laughing together with Eddie.

“Every moment. You are full of surprises, Evan. You are-” he gulped dryly, heart threatening to jump out of his throat, all his feelings for Buck suddenly punching him all at once. He needed to let Buck know how much he matters. “You are everything. I’m grateful for today and for every day since the day we met. I’m grateful for you.”

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

He couldn’t tell how Buck’s eyes became the exact representation of the saying his abuela loved to say about how the eyes were the windows of the souls, but Eddie would never get used to being the target of what he liked to think were looks of trust, genuine kindness, and love. No one ever looked at him like that: stealing all the air from his lungs, leaving him breathless.

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Maybe it wasn’t just his gaze, but the space between them was reducing slowly, and he couldn’t tell which one of them closed the distance completely on the sudden tight space. The touch of Buck’s cold hand over his thigh, which made the moment feel more real, his blue eyes, half hidden under those long eyelashes, his breathing mixing up with his own.

“Eddie-”

“I want to give you the world, Evan.” His fingers brushed over Buck’s stubble, and he closed his eyes, noses touching.

And as things goes, fast as so many waves crashing on the sea, the moment broke when a car honked from the other side of the road, making them both jump out of theirs sits. Buck had startled so hard he almost hit his forehead against the car ceiling.

The green light shining bright, almost mockingly so.

Gulping again, Eddie snapped out of it and pulled away from Buck, the hand on his thigh disappearing. Buck cleared his throat, trying to get a hold on himself, even if his posture betrayed him. He was just as struck as Eddie.

His fingers gripped the steering wheel tight, and he pressed down on the pedal, shifting gears mechanically as they found themselves further and further away from the beach.

As she cut the onions to finish preparing the tortillas she knew both her grandson and her great-grandson loved, Isabel ventured a quick glance towards Chris, who was on the living room watching cartoons. Her attention turned back again to the radio. At the end of the day she always turned on some music, enjoying the distraction while she went on with her chores.

She heard a car parking on the street as she sauteed the onions and tomatoes. The familiar sound made her smile while she cleaned her hands on her apron, making her way towards the door with quick paces.

She couldn’t hide the surprise when she opened the door and saw both men walking her way completely wet. She covered her mouth with her hand, surprise morphing into amusement.

“Edmundo what happened to both of you?” Isabel asked, looking at the Evan’s and her grandson’s barefeet. She recognized Eddie’s used boots in his hands, completely soaked and covered with sand, but she couldn’t remember the jean jacket he wore. “A tsunami caught you on the way home?”

“Something like that, abuela.” Eddie replied, holding back rolling his eyes as Buck giggled behind him. Shaking his head with amusement, he gave her the mail he’d found sitting on her mailbox. “Is Chris doing alright? I’m sorry we’re late, we lost track of time.”

“He’s fine, watching his cartoons on the living room.” Isabel answered, and before he could ask, she continued, “Yes, he finished his homework.”

Buck, as he exchanged a quick glance with Isabel, felt the familiar pride settling back into his chest as he watched Eddie getting into his ‘dad mode’.

“Evan, come on in. You both need to get warmer and drier if you don’t want to catch a cold.” She opened the door wider, giving them space to enter. “I’m making tortillas!”

“Yes, you’re more than welcome to stay.” Eddie answered Buck’s silent question, tapping on his own stomach, with a sudden realization of how hungry he is. “Chris will love to see you.”

Isabel checked the mail in hand, and as she expected, most were bills, power, water, phone… except the last letter. Frowning as she recognized the stamp and the address to Rámon and Helena in El Paso. She put all her mail on her apron pocket, predicting it was better to wait till she told her grandson, given the circumstances of the couple’s last visit to LA.

Buck whined when he remembered the state he let his apartment. He left work and went straight to the Diaz house, but he couldn’t put it off being away from home this long, not with the new and not-so-friendly neighbour.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go. I still haven’t gone back to my apartment today, but I appreciate the invitation.” Buck tried to hug Isabel goodbye, but she took a step back, holding her hands up as she dodged the taller man’s hug.

“Oh no, not covered in sand you won’t!” She said, moving away from his still stretched arm and ignoring the kicked puppy expression he was giving her, and the amused smile on Eddie’s face. “But I’m getting you some tortillas for your to take with you. Just a moment.”

Clearing his throat almost hesitantly, Eddie turned to Buck, who shifted his gaze to his bare feet. His mind suddenly provided him with images of what had almost happened inside the beetle, and he was overtaken with embarrassment. And judging by Buck’s blushing cheeks, he suspected he was thinking about it too.

“I’m sorry if that was too much… back in the car.” Buck apologized to Eddie, looking at him through his lashes, hoping that he hadn’t overstepped the limits too early. He knew he could be impulsive at times, and always take the first step in every situation. But, in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of them, isolated from the rest of the world, away from all obligations, charges and mostly fear.

He knew that Eddie was scared of entering another relationship after his break up with his ex-wife, but there was also a discomfort knowing how close they were, and to come in terms with having feelings for another man, was a new territory, which could be easy in Buck’s eyes, but he wasn’t naive. He knew that for Eddie, things couldn’t easily be thrown away.

And honestly, he was scared for Eddie and himself too.

In less than an hour ago, the fear seemed to become invisible on the moments prior to their ‘almost kiss’.

Eddie must have noticed something on his face, because he creased his brow as if looking for something to say. Checking quick to see if there weren’t anyone in sight, he sighed and closed the distance between them, colliding against Buck’s front into a tight hug. For a brief moment, he remembered the countless minutes they spent like that in the empty disco, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes, his heart squeezing as he reminded himself that they couldn’t do that in public.

He still had his prejudices, personal obstacles to be deconstructed, but the fear that something might happen to this man he held, that made Eddie feel safe whenever he felt his insecurities and fears beating against his chest, was unthinkable. An irrational fear as big as thinking of losing Christopher.

“It wasn’t too much, Evan.” Eddie breathed deeply on Buck’s neck. His hands, which looked small inside the jeans jacket, gripped tight the green sweater Buck was using. “Thank you again.”

“Actually, I think I’m feeling pretty lucky.” Buck whispered on Eddie’s ear, closing his eyes. He held Eddie like he wanted to hold this moment and the entire day they had. “We’ll meet Sunday? I need my two assistants to paint all the walls.

“Of course, we’ll be there.” Then Eddie, against all his better judgement, pulled back from Buck and begun stripping off the jacket, but Buck’s hand landed over his, stopping his movement.

“Stay with it. You can give it back on Sunday.” Evan had been staring at Eddie wearing his jacket ever since he first put it on, and the satisfaction still haven’t left him. “I wanted to say goodbye to Chris, but I really need to go.

Buck waved goodbye, but halted when Eddie seemed to remember something in a jolt. He grimaced while he took a carefully folded, and extremely wet piece of paper from his pocket, and curiosity quickly overtook Buck.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a letter from Chris, he asked me to give it to you, but I only remembered it now.” Eddie gave it to him, and he slowly opened it. “It’s a miracle it’s still intact and not lost somewhere in the sea.”

He felt affection squeezing his heart, which was already full of emotions the Diaz next to him peppered him with, now there was another Diaz that shared that same space. He tried telling himself that he was only emotional because he was receiving his first letter from Chris, but he knew that in reality, it was much more than that.

“Ah, no.” Eddie stopped Buck before he could unfold the paper completely. “He had been strict and clear when he prohibited me from reading. Orders are orders.”

Isabel came back with a bowl full of tortillas in hand, silently observing the moment her grandchild and Evan smiled at each other, completely at a lost about their surroundings. Not even the smell of tortillas would snap these foolish men out of it, she thought as she shook her head.

These two were too obvious, God help her old heart.

“Edmundo, enter and go change your clothes, now!”

The man almost jumped out of his skin, a step away from toppling over Buck, who widened his eyes as if remembering where they were.

“Abuela!” Eddie felt his cheeks growing warm, suddenly feeling way more younger under Isabel’s piercing gaze. “I’m not a child anymore.”

“Oh,” Isabel laughed, walking past him and giving Buck the bowl, “not in my eyes, mi chico. And you, eat them all! Don’t forget to bring my bowl back.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Buck bent over to receive a kiss from Isabel on the cheek. “I’m going now, thank you and see you soon, Diaz’s.”

He waved to Isabel and Eddie, his eyes resting a tad longer on his best friend’s hazelnut ones before getting inside the beetle. They both hurried back inside after watching the car moving away from them. Eddie didn’t waste time before finding Chris, who finally noticed his presence and greeted him with a long hug and a customary smile.

“Dad! You’re all wet!” Chris pulled a face as he touched his dad’s shirt under Buck’s jacket.

“Edmundo Diaz! Are you sitting on my couch without having changed your clothes?” Isabel’s voice sounded from somewhere in the hall, and Eddie whined while Chris giggled in amusement.

“You are in so much trouble, dad.”

Eddie stared down at him, overly serious, before surging forward and tickling him, laughing with his son.

“I love you, kid.” Eddie kissed his hair, lifting up from the couch.

“I love you too.”

Dodging the storm that was Isabel Diaz, Eddie sneaked on the tip of his toes to the kitchen for a glass of water. After drinking the last of it, he took off the jacket, readying himself to go change in the bathroom when he noticed the familiar song playing on the radio. He hugged the jacket absentmindedly as he recalled the afternoon he had with Buck. A smile formed on his lips almost involuntarily as he leaned against the counter, going over the conversation they had on the beach, Buck’s words and all the mess that leaded them to that moment under the streetlight.

That Buck’s eyes were one of the most beautiful things for Eddie. Aside from the rest of the package that was Evan Buckley, which was noted by most people, getting to know him behind all that, let Eddie feeling like a fool in love, standing in his grandmother’s humble kitchen.

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do

You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Daring his luck for a brief moment alone, Eddie lifted the jacket to his face, and, as he closed his eyes, he felt his own scent penetrating the material, but he also recognized the faint perfume that screamed Buck. On that moment, all he could feel and think of was Buck. His mischievous laugh, his expressions, from the most silly and surprised to more the most serious and worried, his touch, his hug, the stubble brushing his cheeks, his smell.

Damn it, Diaz. What happened to you?

Buck had a tiny smile on his lips as he sighed and walked down the corridor after climbing the stairs to the fourth floor. He entered his apartment, throwing his soaked boots next to the door and locking it. He approached the second-hand record player he found on a friend’s thrift store near his work and placed the tonearm gently over the record, observing as if spinned around under the fleeting touch of the headshell. His room was just around the corner, but as he walked to it he almost stumbled as he recognized Elton John’s voice echoing sweetly over the small room.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Buck chuckled low as he shook his head, letting his sand covered feet guide him all the way to the other end of the corridor.

He could say that his body was present in this new house, although, his heart had stayed back in the Diaz household.

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