#How I reply to proposals yup

[trainer-from-unova]

lab rats

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ship: bob reynolds x afab!reader

summary: you and bob are imprisoned until you two have sex with each other. yup that's it.

a/n: first time writing about sex pollen and fuck or die vibes, also english isn't my first language and I wrote this before watching the movie

cw: au, pre-canon, human experimentation, lab sex, consensual sex, oral sex, piv sex, semi-public sex, sex pollen, drugged sex, noncon drug use, implied drug addiction

word count: 2559

When she entered the cold, empty, white room padded all over, pushed by the security staff the only thing she was wearing was a plaster on the part of her arm where a doctor had pricked her minutes before and handcuffs on her wrists in front of her. Luckily the position of her arms meant that she was able to cover her most intimate parts. She didn't understand why she had been handcuffed, undressed and taken there, but she wasn't the only one — there was also Bob, also pricked in the arm, naked and sitting with his back against the soft wall. He stood up as she turned to look at the people who had taken her there, but they closed the door before she could say or do anything, and she turned again, looking worriedly at her partner.

"What are we doing here?" She asked, unable to stop her eyes from scanning him up and down, reaching for her partner's crotch for a second as he slowly approached her, though keeping his distance so as not to make her uncomfortable. She didn't feel embarrassed, it was natural thing to do that if you have a naked man in front of you, and he couldn't help but do the same with her breasts either, which she understood and didn't mind. None of the pyjamas they usually wore did justice to them, but at the moment she was more focused on why they were locked in there.

"I don't know," he replied. More than confused or nervous, he looked defeated — tired of being an abused lab rat, locked in there.

"How long have you been here?" She asked glancing around the place: there were cameras in every corner of the ceiling and something resembling a fire extinguisher, and of course the lights.

What they didn't know was that it was expelling sex pollen to provoke them into having sex, so that she would become pregnant. They wanted to try their luck and see what would come out of mixing their blood — hopefully someone as powerful or even more powerful than their parents.

"Two minutes or so," he replied catching his partner's attention, making her look at him again. "Why are you handcuffed?" He looked down, staring at the handcuffs at her crotch.

"I don't know," she answered lowering her gaze to take a quick look at them.

Her nipples became hard, she assumed it was because it was cold — not just because she was naked, but because it was cold in there. She wanted to hug herself, not to cover her breasts but to keep herself warm, but because of the handcuffs it was impossible. The other one did under the envious gaze of his companion, and he couldn't help but feel bad about it. An idea crossed the man's mind, and he dared to offer it aloud for he meant no harm, and he believed she knew him well enough to know he meant no harm.

"Um... Do you want me to...?" he asked opening his arms, assuming correctly that she would understand what he intended.

She looked at him doubtfully for a second, but she knew it was the best, if not the only option to warm up, so she swallowed and accepted the proposal, nodding her head in silence and moving closer to him. She raised her arms, folding them and putting her hands around her own neck, on her shoulders. When she reached him she stood shyly, resting her forehead on his right shoulder, and he leaned over her, wrapping his arms shyly around her.

They both closed their eyes and sighed deeply. It felt good, not only to share their body heat but also because it had been so long since they had last hugged and been hugged. She wished she was untied so she could return the gesture by wrapping her arms around him as well, and honestly so did he, but he understood her situation.

For some reason unknown to her, her insides ached — it was as if they were crying out to be filled, and that was the only way for the pain to pass. And for better or worse, something similar happened to Bob — the physical contact made his body too excited, and probably not helped by the sex pollen or the energetic drugs he had been injected with minutes before being locked in there. She noticed this, opening her eyes and looking down as she took a step back to look at the erect member pointing at her. He did the same, distressed and blushing.

"I'm sorry," he apologised nervously in case he had made her uncomfortable, "I don't know why, I can't help it. I'm really sorry," he said looking down in embarrassment.

"It's alright, I understand," she laughed softly, "I mean, I feel the same..." she whispered biting her lip, looking him up and down. When he looked up, confused and surprised by the information his partner had confessed, he was even more surprised to see the way she was looking at him. Now she was the one who was sorry, and her cheeks blushed as well. "I'm sorry," she said embarrassed, holding her hands to the top of her head as she turned and took a few steps around the room, "I don't know what's wrong with me," she said as he looked down at her buttocks. He was embarrassed again, he didn't know what was wrong with him — he wasn't normally like that and at that moment he looked like an animal in heat.

"Aw, how cute," suddenly said a sarcastic female voice, already quite familiar to both of them locked in there. She wasn't there, it was coming from the ceiling, probably from what looked like the fire extinguisher or the cameras. "You make a good pair."

"You!" she said angrily, looking up at the cameras on the ceiling as she lowered her hands. "What are we doing here?"

"We need to study all your side effects and how they affect every aspect of your body," said Valentina, and she wasn't partly lying — she was just omitting information, "so get comfortable and do what you want to do, you won't come out until you do it. Several times," she quickly added. It was part of the plan, and if she didn't get pregnant that day they would try another time until she did.

She looked down, her eyes wide as she took in the information she had just received. He was the same, only looking at her. When she turned around their eyes connected, but they quickly averted them out of embarrassment; not that they didn't want to do it, but they didn't want to be watched or recorded, and above all they didn't want to be forced or make the other feel awkward and uncomfortable.

"...What do we do?" he asked daring to look at her again.

"I suppose we have to do what we are asked to do," she said doing the same, confused and shrugging her shoulders.

"Do you want to?" he asked, now even more confused than she was.

"Do we have a choice?" She asked, now she was the defeated one. "Not the best conditions, clearly, but... Anyway, I think we're both in the mood," she said raising her arms to point to her erection, "so..." she said as she shrugged her shoulders again, slowly moving closer to him. "Good thing you're already erect, because I can't do much with my hands," she said putting her arms around her torso, reminding him that she was handcuffed and deciding to take the situation with humour, which was her best defence mechanism. "I guess they put them on me in case I resisted..." she whispered, rather to herself.

"God," he said, horrified at the idea. "This is ridiculous."

"Yeah, well..." she sighed deeply, looking down at the floor. "Shall we begin?" She looked up into his face, then looked down at the member pointing at her. "The sooner the better, the sooner we get out of here."

"Um... It's been a long time since..." he said embarrassed as he watched her move closer to him, getting dangerously close.

"Don't worry, neither have I," she said averting her gaze to his lips, correctly assuming that the best way to break the ice between them was with a kiss.

Aware of where she was looking and what was likely to happen in a few seconds he hesitantly placed his hands on her waist, noticing how she stood on her tiptoes to move closer to him. He looked down at her lips as well, and slowly and shyly moved closer to them until they merged.

The kiss began as such; slowly and shyly, but as they did, it quickly grew hotter. Unconsciously she moaned and brought her hands to his shoulders, almost to his neck because of the handcuffs while he brought one of his hands to one of her cheeks, and with the other he pulled her closer to him. Before they parted for lack of air, she bit his lower lip.

"The pyjamas don't do you justice," she said as she slid her hands down his muscular chest, smiling playfully as she watched him.

"What did you expect?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

"You said you were a drug addict so I assumed you were anorexic," she said as she bent down and drove one knee into the soft ground, "but I see you're in shape," she said driving the other, now with both knees driven into the ground and giving him a quick glance at his member before looking up and back at him with a playful grin. He did the same and lay back on the floor as she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.

With each passing second the drugs and pollen were having more effect, and they no longer cared about being watched or anything else, they just wanted to satisfy themselves once and for all, following their most primal instincts. Probably later, when the effects wore off, they would regret it and feel more ashamed.

With the tip of her tongue she brushed from the lowest to the highest, sending a shiver down the young man's spine. When she reached the tip she sucked it like a lollipop, causing the young man to stifle a moan at such pleasure and bring his hands to his partner's head, grabbing her hair and pulling her head down wanting to feel more. At times she couldn't help but moan, and she noticed her own crotch getting even wetter, albeit in a different, more natural method than the one she was using.

When she got tired, which was often due to lack of practice, she would separate and he would massage it with his hand. Before reinserting it she dropped saliva which she collected in hee mouth to moisten it, to make her lips slide better. He clenched tighter as his breathing hitched. Out of curiosity while listening to him she looked up to see what state he was in, and saw that he was with his head up, staring at her.

"Oh, so you like to stare," she said with her mouth free, swallowing saliva and trying to wipe the corners of her lips with her hands as he leaned his head back against the floor. Tired of using her mouth so much and wanting to feel more, wanting to feel him again from the inside but in another part of her body, she lifted herself up and climbed over him, sitting on his crotch — literally on his cock, but not inserting it.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, blushing as she rested her hands on his belly and began to rub herself against him, eliciting sighs from both of them. "Can I touch your tits...?"

"You don't even have to ask," she replied laughing at how shy and afraid he was at the thought of making her uncomfortable. She had to admit she found him adorable, and very attractive too.

He brought his hands to her breasts and massaged them until she lifted her hips a little, and assuming correctly what she intended to do but was prevented from doing by the handcuffs, he helped her by grabbing his member so they could merge once and for all as they most desired.

She brushed her entrance with his tip wet with his pre-seminal fluid and her own saliva, and she bucked her hips carefully to press the tip against her entrance, slowly entering. It felt so good, neither could help but moan in pleasure. As she settled in and became accustomed to his presence fully inside her she brought her hands back to his belly and began to ride him, feeling his hands on her hips, very close to her buttocks. He closed his eyes and then she slid down on top of him, bringing their torsos together again and resting her hands under his neck. She was so wet that sometimes they couldn't help but separate by accident, but when they came together again they merged with need.

To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her back and rolled her over, changing positions — now she was lying down and he was on top. She wasn't doing badly, but he could go much faster and be more effective in that position. He put his arms at her sides and she wrapped her legs around his back. His hips crashed against hers quickly and hard, making her moan more as they heard his hips crash against her buttocks, and most of all, the wetness inside her.

He had his head to one side, and he listened to her moans and gasps in his ear as he tried not to cum inside her, but it was very difficult; it felt too good to feel how hot and wet she was, and bringing him even closer to his own orgasm. She was the same way, beginning to feel a warmth inside her belly and down to her crotch while moaning loudly and endlessly as she spasmed, uncontrolled movements that caused her to pull her legs away from his back and arch her back and fingers. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, causing him to quickly spurt out of her and cum on her belly. Then, as he sighed, he lay exhausted beside her as they caught their breath and remembered they were being watched by the cameras on every corner.

"Sorry... for cumming in you," he said with bated breath and embarrassed, looking up at the ceiling.

"Don't worry, better out than in," she replied laughing tiredly, her breath also hitching and embarrassed, staring at the ceiling.

"Did you like it?" he asked turning his neck to his right to look at her.

"Of course," she said turning her neck to her left, still smiling, "isn't it obvious?" He blushed and looked away quickly.

"Me too," he whispered, and she thought that if she hadn't been handcuffed she would have held his hand.

"Um... Can I... cuddle with you...?" she asked, now shy.

"Oh of course, sure!" he hastened to confirm while turning on his side, wanting to make her feel good with the aftercare and warm her up again.

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning closer to him.

© trainer-from-unova / alicent burton | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (43/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Getting ready for a party is always fun when the company is good.

Warnings: 18+ (mentions of sex), fluff, tiny bit of angst (body insecurity if you squint), alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: cherry is still sick, but this needed to get out of my head. feedback is appreciated. love ya.

When Kika puts her bag on the living room table, it clinks suspiciously. 

“My goodness, did you bring half the supermarket with you?” you ask her with a grin, which develops into a loud laugh when Pierre puts down a huge bag next to the door. ”And you brought your whole wardrobe too.”

“Of course I did,” she smiles, kissing your left and right cheek. ”After all, I don't know what you're wearing, and I thought we could coordinate our outfits a little.”

Pierre puts an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. “I'm glad you only packed one bag,” he says, kissing her temple. “Please pick up the other stuff off the floor tomorrow. The bedroom looks like a battlefield.”

Kika rolls her eyes but snuggles up against him. “You love me.” She looks up at him with her huge brown eyes as he leans down to her. 

“I do,” he smiles against her lips, and the moment is so intimate that you leave them alone in the living room. 

Charles is standing at the coffee machine in the kitchen and smiles at you as you enter the room. “Everything okay?”

You nod and sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. "How long have they been together, by the way?”

“I think about two years," he replies, leaning on the edge of the kitchen counter behind him with his palms. ”They're cute, aren't they?”

“Absolutely,” you smile. "Almost a little too sweet. I fled the living room when I saw the way they looked at each other, like he was about to propose.”

Your roommate has to laugh. "You should see them together at a Grand Prix. A few drivers – myself included – have a bet on when he'll ask her to marry him.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Did you bet for money?” 

The Monegasque raises his coffee cup to his mouth and takes a sip. "Yup.”

“And what was the stake?”

Charles hesitates and avoids your gaze. "100€.”

A grin spreads across your face. ”Can I still join?”

Your friend raises his eyes and looks at you in wonder, but before he can say anything, Kika and Pierre enter the kitchen. Pierre now places the heavy bag, which had just clinked suspiciously, on the kitchen island. Not a second later, the Portuguese woman reaches into the opening and pulls out a bottle of wine. 

“Sweet,” she says and holds out the bottle for you to see. The brand doesn't look familiar, but the label is pink and the glass is a mint green, and the way your friend looks at you, you know exactly that you'll like the wine. 

You take two wine glasses out of the kitchen cupboard and place them in front of her. “And what are the boys drinking?”

Charles puts his hand to his chest in mock outrage. "Boys? Boys?" He shakes his head. "We're men.”

You wrinkle your nose and grin at him. "Since when?”

Your roommate walks around the kitchen island and wraps his arm around your neck to put you in a light headlock. He presses you against the counter in front of you with his big body and whispers in your ear. “Do you want me to show you again?”

“Please get a room.” Kika grins and pours the wine into your two glasses. 

Charles lets his arm slide from your neck to your collarbones, where it then remains. “You're in our apartment. You can just leave,” he replies annoyed, as if your friends' presence were preventing him from dragging you to the bedroom right now. Which maybe it is. But you don't want to think about that.

“Then I'll take this one back with me.” Kika reaches into her handbag again and pulls out another bottle, before placing it in front of you both. "For your beloved Moscow Mule.”

You don't need to look at the man behind you to know that he's grinning. "If you two ever break up, I'll keep Kika.”"

“Ouch,” Pierre says, pouting. "And I thought our friendship was more important to you than ginger beer.”

With his free hand, Charles grabs the bottle and lifts it up before smiling at the Frenchman. "I thought so too.”

“Okay, okay.“ Kika grabs her glass and the bottle of wine before looking at you. ‘You and I are going to get dressed up. You can play video games or something in the meantime." She kisses Pierre on the cheek before heading for the kitchen door.  ”You coming?”

You nod, but turn around in Charles' arms to look at him again. “What are you going to wear?”

Your friend shrugs. “I was thinking of a simple black button-down," he replies, raising his hand to tuck a loose strand behind your ear. "Do you already have something in mind?”

You shake your head. ”Not really, no.”

Charles smiles gently at you before weaving his fingers through your hair before they come to rest at the nape of your neck. “You're sure to find something nice. You look perfect in anything, anyway.” He leans forward a bit and breathes a kiss on your forehead. 

“You're disgusting!” Kika's voice sounds from the hallway. 

Charles flips her the bird before letting go of you. “Go. Before you get into trouble. And let me know if you need anything.”

You smile at him briefly before taking your wine glass and following your best friend towards the bedroom. Once there, you watch as Kika empties her bag, which was just standing in the living room, onto the bed. “I don't want to imagine what your bedroom looks like at your place.”

“Believe me, it's actually better if you don't.” She grabs the clothes and starts sorting them on the bed. "How was your Christmas?”

You take a big gulp of wine. "Good.”

The Portuguese woman looks at you with raised eyebrows. “Wow, you tell it like I was already there.” She matches a white top to a dark red satin skirt. “Tell me. Did you visit Charles Mom?”

“We did,” you reply and sit down on the last free spot on the bed. “I haven't had such a nice Christmas in a long time.”

Kika smiles at you. “Did you two fuck?”

You almost drop your glass. "Kika!" you whisper indignantly and quickly close the door so that the men can't hear you. You lean back against the wood. 

“So you fucked,” she grins and raises her wine glass to toast you. When you stare at her, she lowers her glass again. ”Y'all didn't fuck?”

“We didn't.”

“But you did something.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Like a curious little child, she draws up her legs and sits cross-legged, chin resting on her fist. “Tell me everything.”

You have to laugh. ”I thought we had to get ready for the party.”

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

And you do. You tell her everything that has happened in the last few days. About the night you gave Charles a massage and about the night on the boat. That he gave you an employment contract as a Christmas present so that you can be together permanently. About Christmas and last night, when you got closer than ever before. The way he called you “his girl”. 

Kika listens intently and asks questions in between, but first and foremost she lets you say everything that is on your mind – and that seems to be quite a lot. 

You tell her how confused you are because you don't know exactly where you stand with Charles. But also that it's okay for you, because as long as you can somehow participate in Charles's life, that's enough for you. It's like you're addicted to him – and every little dose you get of him draws you further under his spell. 

When the men knock on the door an hour later, you've just finished and are catching your breath for the first time.

“Is everything okay?“ Charles asks, his eyes fixed on you. He seems to ignore the bed's mess – or he doesn't even notice it. 

“Everything's fine,” you smile.

He nods and points at Pierre, who is standing behind him. “We just wanted to get pizza so that we can eat something decent before the party. What do you want on it?”

“Just a simple Margarita, please,” you reply, Kika gives the same answer. 

Charles smiles at you. “Have you found an outfit yet?” When he sees the empty wine bottle on the dresser, he presses his tongue into his cheek. “Or did you have so much to talk about that you haven't had time yet?” He raises an eyebrow. He knows exactly what you've been talking about for the last hour.

Warmth rises to your cheeks. “The latter.”

Your roommate nods again. "Okay. You still have a little time. We're on our way. See you in a bit," he says goodbye and closes the door behind him. 

Kika looks at you. ”He's right. We really should start thinking about what we want to wear.”

As if you were at a fashion show, you try on everything that could possibly go with the club. Dark red dresses, the little black dress, satin trousers and corsets that accentuate the décolleté. But somehow there is nothing that convinces you. 

Annoyed, you lie down on the bed with your back on it, the clothes are spread out on the floor of the room. Kika lies down next to you. 

“Is it always like this?” you ask her, crossing your arms over your face. 

“What do you mean?”

You breathe out loudly. “It's the first time I'm consciously out and about with people who are famous. Is it always so exhausting to find something appropriate so you don't embarrass yourself?”

“I think you get used to it,” the Portuguese woman replies. ”I had to learn that too at the beginning. That there are some items of clothing that suit your figure and some that don't. And just because something looks good on you doesn't mean you feel comfortable in it.” 

“And how do you do it?” you ask her, looking at her. "I mean, you're a model. You obviously look good in anything. But – I don't know.”

Kika shrugs. "It took me a long time to feel comfortable in certain things. But most of the time I actually wear things that I didn't have to be convinced of at all. And then I don't care what others say about me. I feel comfortable – and I want to keep it that way.” When you don't answer, she grabs your hand. "It'll get easier. And until it does, you've got me by your side." She nudges you in the side. ”And your roommate, who practically undresses you with his eyes.”

You roll your eyes mock-annoyed. “He doesn't.”

“He does,” she grins. “But that's okay. After all, you're absolutely perfect. You could go to the club in a potato sack and you'd look bombastic.”

“Well,” you say. “Unfortunately, I don't have a potato sack here that I could put on.”

When the door suddenly opens, you both jump. The boys are standing in the doorway, Pierre has two pizza boxes in his hand and Charles a smaller black box. 

“Where have you been? It's been almost an hour since you left” Kika asks, getting up from the bed. 

“We had to get something,“ says Pierre, motioning for her to follow him. As Kika takes your wine glasses and the two of them leave the bedroom, Charles sits down on the bed next to you. 

“I brought you something,” he smiles, placing the box on the mattress between you.

You sit up and examine the box. “What is it?”

Your roommate shrugs. “You asked me what to wear to parties in Monaco, and I still owe you an answer.”

Slowly, you reach for the box and take off the lid. Inside, wrapped in dark red paper, is a dress. Black and long, with thin straps and a low-cut back. As you carefully take it out of the box, you are speechless. 

“Do you like it?” He asks and watches you get up from the bed and hold it up properly. 

You stare at it, mouth agape. "Where did you get this?" You ask him, holding it up to your body and looking at yourself in the mirror. 

“It's not important. Do you like it?“ he asks again, his eyes glued to you. 

“It's gorgeous,” you breathe, turning a little to get a better idea of how it would look on you. “I—how much did it cost? I'll definitely pay you back the money.”

“Absolutely not,” he replies immediately and with a tone that allows no argument. "It didn't even leave a small dent in my bank account." He gets up and stands behind you. He's so close that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. "You'll look stunning in it.”

You look at him through the mirror. “And if you put on your black shirt, we'll even match,” you smile, before carefully hanging the dress over the sideboard. 

Charles wraps his arm around you to press you against him. You feel his hardness against your lower back as he leans down to you and places feather-light kisses on your neck. “That was the plan,” he whispers, and goosebumps spread across your body where his hot breath caresses your skin. 

His hand moves under your sweater and his fingertips slowly glide over your ribs before his thumb hesitantly slides under the fabric of your bra. Breathing heavily, you lean your head against his shoulder and give him more room on your neck as his thumb slowly circles around your nipple. 

“Charles,” you breathe softly and arch towards him. You want more. So much more. 

When Kika's voice echoes through the apartment, you break away from each other. ”Come on! The pizza will get cold!”

With hot cheeks and wet panties, you let Charles lead you into the living room, where the other couple is already sitting on the couch eating pizza. Another bottle of wine is on the table in front of Kika, who is refilling your glasses. 

Although the couch is big enough, Charles pulls you right next to him on the cushion and puts your legs over his lap. For a moment, you wonder if he's doing this just so the others can't see his boner. 

“Here,” Kika smiles, handing you a slice of pizza, which you accept gratefully. 

The four of you eat dinner together and chat about Christmas, Charles‘ upcoming training camp and New Year's Eve, while the boys’ pizza boxes, wine bottles and drinks get emptier and emptier. 

“I was thinking of throwing a New Year's Eve party,” Kika says, putting her wine glass back on the table. ‘You're obviously invited. I wanted to invite a few other friends, but your attendance is most important to me.”

“Well, I'd love to come,’ you smile, looking at Charles. ”Unless you have something else planned.”

The Monegasque shakes his head. “Unfortunately, I won't be back from camp until the afternoon, so we'll probably see each other again at the party first. But until then, you'll be in good company for sure.”

“Excuse me?” Kika says indignantly. “I'm the best company!”

Pierre puts his arm around his girlfriend and kisses her on the cheek. ”For me, definitely.”

Kika leans against her boyfriend before gently kissing him. “I know.”

Charles quickly grabs a pillow and throws it at them. “Please get a room!” He jokes, repeating Kika's words. When she flashes him her middle finger, he can't help but laugh. “Come on, you two. Get ready. We have to leave soon.” He runs his fingers over your shins before smiling at you. “Go put on your new dress.”

You can't stop smiling. “See you in a bit.”

While the men continue to chat, Kika and you get ready. With professional precision, she applies make-up on your face before doing your hair and then taking care of herself. The Portuguese woman decides on a short black dress with pearl embroidery. When she is finished styling herself, she helps you into your new dress. 

“Careful with the straps,” she smiles as she pulls it up your body. You put your arms through it carefully so as not to damage it. When you're dressed, Kika looks at you skeptically. "The bra has to go.”

You look at her with a raised eyebrow. "You want me to go out without a bra?”

“Don't you have an invisible bra?” When you shake your head, she purses her lips into a thin line. ”Then you'll have to go out without a bra. Unfortunately, the straps are so thin that you can see the bra underneath either way. But we can tape over the nipples if you like. At least they won't be visible in the cold outside.”

Without further ado, she disappears from the room and while she is looking for something to cover the nipples with in the apartment, you examine yourself in the mirror in your room, but no matter how you turn, it is too small to see you from top to bottom. On bare feet, you walk to Charles' bedroom across the hall, where the new, larger mirror is leaning against the wall. 

The satin dress clings to your curves and accentuates your body exactly where it should. There is a slit on the left side that reaches to the middle of your thigh and the back neckline is so low that you couldn't pull your thong all the way up because it would otherwise show. 

You examine yourself in the mirror and don't even notice that Charles is leaning against the doorframe until he starts talking.

“Let's stay home,” he suggests, his expression impenetrable. He is wearing his black shirt as promised, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks wickedly handsome.

You smile at him and try to suppress the dirty thoughts that are trying to take over your brain. “We can't cancel now,” you reply. “First of all, the others are already here, and secondly, Lando is definitely waiting for us.”

“I don't care.” With quiet steps, he moves towards you without taking his eyes off you. Like a predator that stares at its prey before it snaps. 

You turn to him. ”You have very good taste, Charles. The dress is perfect.”

He answers without hesitation. “Not as perfect as the woman wearing it." The Monegasque stands directly in front of you and looks down at you. "Let's stay home," he suggests again. His large hands find their rightful place on your hips and pull you towards him. His eyes glow seductively. 

“It would be rude to cancel now.”

“It wasn't a request,” he whispers, turning you so that you are standing with your back to him. Once again, you can see him through the mirror. He grabs the flesh of your hip with one hand, while the other hand wanders over your upper body until it rests on your neckline. ”That dress was definitely a mistake.”

You look at him, confused. “Why? I thought you liked it?”

“That's not the point,” he whispers, kissing your bare neck. His stubble scratches a little, but you couldn't care less. "I just don't know how to hold back when you look like this." His teeth graze the soft skin below your ear. ”God, you look devine.”

His hand slides gently into the dress from above and encloses your bare chest. At the same time, a soft moan escapes you. “Charles.”

“Merde,” he curses and presses you against him. “How am I supposed to keep my fingers to myself when I know you're not wearing a bra?”

As his fingers gently play with your nipple, you bite your lip. “Who said you had to?” you tease him, whereupon his other hand gently rests on your neck, though not squeezing. Sadly.

“I can't wait to be back here later,” he gasps and presses a final kiss on your shoulder before taking his hands off you. You watch him fix his erection in his pants so that it can't be seen. But it's there, you know that. And just the thought of it gets your blood pumping. ”And then neither of us leaves this bed until I say so.” 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you ask, tilting your head so he can see the red marks on your skin where his beard has left its mark 

Charles suppresses the urge to pull you close and throw you onto the new bed to fuck you relentlessly until your legs give out and you forget your name. He flexes his hand. “Both, mon amour. Definitely both.”

[shuaasumii]

“Waffles”

| pairing: dad!seungcheol x mom!reader

| genre: fluff

| warnings: none!

| summary: coups wants to surprise his wife with some waffles in the morning, but he ends up needing her help to make them.

| a/n: pics above are from pinterest, and happy birthday coups!

your sweet, sweet slumber was interrupted by a series of crashes and clashes coming from outside your bedroom. you reluctantly opened your eyes, wincing at how bright the morning light was. yelling and giggling could be heard from the kitchen, filling you up with curiosity.

“babe why are the kids awake?” you questioned your husband seungcheol, who was supposed to be beside you, but instead appeared to be absent from bed.

getting out of bed, you decided to see what was causing all the commotion.

“daddy i think you burned this waffle,” giggled your four year old son eunseok.

“i did not it’s just a bit toasty,” your husband said trying to protest against eunseok’s words.

“if it’s not burnt then why is this corner of the waffle black?” aesung, your five year old daughter asks.

“like i said it’s just a bit to-“ seungcheol was cut off by your soft voice.

“what are you three doing?” you asked like any other mom would if you caught your children and husband doing questionable things.

“nooo mommy our surprise is ruined!” your four year old exclaimed in total panic mode.

“it’s not ruined if she doesn’t quite know what we’re doing eunseok!” s.coups lightly scolded the boy. meanwhile, aesung got down from her stepping stool and sassily made her way to where you leaned against the doorframe with your arms crossed.

“you need to go back to bed mommy,” she told you as if she was your mother instead of the other way around, “we have a surprise planned for you but it’s not done yet.”

you hesitantly obliged yelling to your husband, “don’t burn down my kitchen, it’s very expensive!”

since you were already awake, you decided to brush your teeth and do your skincare; you weren’t going anywhere today so there was no need for makeup (plus your already naturally gorgeous).

awhile later you heard a knock on your door, “come in” you said. the door opened to reveal eunseok who had a sheepish smile on his face.

“mommy i think we need your help to make the waffles” he admits.

“you do?” you asked crossing your arms.

“daddy burned way too many, aesung said he’s wasting the waffle batter” eunseok said gesturing for you to come over.

you stood up from where you sat at the vanity, “i suppose i could lend a helping hand” you replied grabbing ahold of eunseok’s hand guiding him to the kitchen.

“babe i don’t know what i’m doing wrong!” your husband exclaimed in frustration, “i followed your recipe and kept it in the waffle maker for however long it said.”

you sighed, “let me look at the recipe” aesung handed you seungcheol’s phone which kept a picture of the recipe for your famous waffles.

“did you add two cups of flour?”

“yes”

“two separated eggs?”

“yup”

“one teaspoon of vanilla?”

“sure did”

“one tablespoon of baking powder?”

“definite- wait did you say tablespoons?” he arched an eyebrow.

“yes… why?” you asked wondering what your husband did wrong.

“i think i added a teaspoon” s.coups confessed, scratching the nape of his neck.

“eunseok this is your fault!” your daughter accusing exclaimed, “you were the one who was reading out the instructions.”

“wait does that mean everything that you added that was supposed to be a tablespoon was actually a teaspoon?” you questioned the three.

“uh maybe,” your husband shrugged.

you made a sound of disbelief and put a hand to your forehead, “this is why you don’t bake with daddy,” you told the children.

“i’m sorry babe, i swear next time i’ll read the instructions correctly,” at this angle, your husband looked like a kid apologizing for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

“i’ll tell you what, we can try to remake these waffles correctly this time together as a family,” you proposed. the three nodded sheepishly still embarrassed about the previous moments.

“alright let’s get this show on the road!”

after a few spills of waffle batter and a handful of too toasty waffles, you finally had a decent amount of decent looking waffles. your little family of four was now eagerly digging into the waffles.

“this is like the reward,” eunseok said a matter of factly.

“best reward ever,” aesung said stuffing her face full of the food on her plate.

“aesung don’t talk with food in your mouth,” you giggled wiping your mouth with a napkin.

“i’m never attempting to bake something ever again,” s.coups said followed by a defeated sigh.

“it’s okay daddy,” your son said comfortingly patting his father’s back, “you can stick to rapping.”

the three of you bubbled with laughter while seungcheol sat there with a blank expression on his face.

“yeah babe stick to rapping,” you wagged a finger in front of his face.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Something that's ours

Written for round one of the @steddiebingo

Prompt: Basketball

Rated: T

Tags: Modern AU; No UD AU; Steve is Dustin’s dad; Established relationship; Moving in together; Domestic fluff; Found family; Sexual innuendo

Notes: Happy birthday, @thefreakandthehair! It's the Someone who cares boys! It's basketball! It's for you! Hope you have the greatest of days! 🥰

“So,” Robin’s voice crackles over the speakers. The car is a little older and a lot less less fancy than the one Steve used to drive, and he's still getting used to the tinny sound. “That's it, then? You sold the penthouse?”

“Yup,” Steve agrees. “Signed and sealed.”

“How do you feel about that?”

He hums in thought.

“Dunno. I thought it would feel different. I've lived in that place since I got out of college. Dustin made his first steps in the living room. But now that it's gone … It's weird, but all I feel is relief.”

“I don't think that's weird at all,” she says. “That place never really felt like yours.”

“You're right.” Now that the glass and chrome of the skyscrapers outside has made way to the smaller houses and green lawns of his new neighborhood, he feels like he can breathe more freely. “My dad got that place for the son he wanted, not for me. It feels good to finally get rid of it.”

“I'm happy for you, dingus.” Even with the tinny speakers, he can hear the fondness in her words. “Any plans for the shitload of money you got for the place? You gonna treat Eddie to a romantic luxury cruise? Propose on the beach at sunset?”

“Very funny,” he quips, turning into their new street. He's been thinking about proposing an awful lot lately, but she doesn't need to know that yet. “Most of it is going into our savings. God knows we'll need it until I fall back on my- Jesus fucking Christ!”

The tires screech as he slams on the brakes and the car grinds to a stop at the edge of the driveway.

“What?” Robin shrieks. “What is it? Are you okay?”

It takes Steve a moment to tear his eyes away from the sight behind his windscreen.

“I'm fine,” he mumbles when he finally does. “I’ll call you back.”

Then, without waiting for a reply, he disconnects the call and climbs out of the car.

“Eddie? What the fuck are you doing?”

Eddie, perched atop the large folding ladder that's inches away from his bumper, glares down at him, like an angry, curly-haired gargoyle.

“The question is what are you doing? Trying to kill me? Because that's how you kill a guy, Stevie!”

Steve has half a mind to reply that this is how a guy gets himself killed, wobbling around on ladders in the middle of driveways, but he's way to confused. He didn't even know they owned a ladder.

Then again, he also didn't know they owned a basketball hoop, yet here they are.

“Why are you mounting a basketball hoop to our wall?” he asks dumbly. “You don't even like basketball.”

“You wound me,” Eddie pouts as he clambers off the ladder. His hair is tied away from his face with a bandana, his cut-off band shirt is sticky with sweat and there's a screwdriver sticking from his back pocket. Steve wants to bite him. “I said you'd never catch me playing, but I don't mind watching. And besides, we're a good, honest suburban family now. You gotta throw hoops in the driveway.”

Steve is about to open his mouth to ask if he's met Dustin, because the kid wouldn't touch a basketball if his life depended on it. But that is when Eddie picks up the ball he had lying by the garage door and presses it into his hands, and it clicks.

“Wait, what? Is this for me?”

Eddie shrugs. “You said you always wanted one growing up, didn't you?”

Steve nods, a bit dumbfounded. It's true. He always wanted one, but his father said it would damage the facade and ruin the appearance of the house.

“The beauty of having your own place,” says Eddie, leaning over the ball for a long, lingering kiss, “is that nobody gets to tell you what you can and can't do, right?”

“Right,” Steve says. He knows he's grinning like an idiot, but he can't stop it. Not like he wants to. He wants to take this house and make it a home, wants to fill it with all the things that are unabashedly theirs. His sports equipment and Dustin’s science stuff and Eddie's books. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome, sweetheart.” Eddie wipes his flushed face with the hem of his shirt, grinning at the way Steve's gaze catches on the naked stretch of his chest and stomach. “Now, Dustin won't be home from school for another hour or two. How about you try this out, work up a bit of a sweat … and then we hit the shower together? There's some other balls I wouldn't mind playing with.”

More Steddie Bingo

[bettystonewell]

HELLO BETH !

Thank you for your question (I‘ll reply to it asap. Need a moment to think about it 😂)

Now it’s my turn hehehe (thanks to you and @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth, you infected me with the tumblr zoomies!)

YOU‘RE MY FIRST VICTIM

Remember when you said that old lady kept asking you about the bible?

Well. She returns for a third time. And just when you wish someone would drag you away, she’s interrupted by a loud baby screaming in the line behind her.

You both turn to see this:

What would you do? Realistically and otherwise 😉🧡

WARNING: self/reader insert fic ahead + Aussie slang, but there’s also DEAN ❤️

Well, Hello Jolly!

OH, my friend. I don’t think you know what you’re asking. I know I seem so kind AND I AM, but I’m also a terrible person.

Before I answer your question, I need to give you some context, so I’m breaking this into two parts. The backstory, and then an actual story at the end featuring Dean, yours truly, and the old Bible lady.

You’re looking at close to 3k words.

*For anyone who might be reading, and are scratching their heads at this ask, HERE’s the context for it

(If you scroll down to the next purple line like the one above, you’ll find the fic)

My day job is what we call a merchandiser here in Australia. I’m one of those people who goes from store to store, representing the brand I work for. I fix displays, tidy, fold, unpack all the pretty new stock, etc. Because of all that, I’m also one of THOSE PEOPLE who tells you they don’t work for the store you need help in, even though I’m clearly working. And guess what? I’m allowed to say it if you’re not shopping for my brand.

Now, normally on the day to day, I have this weird default mode. I hate confrontations, and I would rather back down and walk away, or in this case be polite over telling old ladies all about twigs and berries.

So if I see a customer that clearly needs help, I have two options. I can tell them straight up, “Sorry, I don’t work here. I'm just working for XXX brand,” but sometimes I’m just not in the mood and what I do most often is this:

I’m fucking Houdini! The second you come near me, with something that I can tell is not my problem, I’m noping out. So today, well, technically, it was yesterday by the time of posting this, I saw an older lady doing an Austin Powers multiple point turn with her shopping trolley a couple of racks over. You know this:

Well, I did this:

I’m terrible. She knocked some stock over that wasn’t mine, and I fucking ran 😂

Which brings me to the crying baby.

Now. I have two kids. Love ‘em to pieces. People keep telling me I should try working in child care or becoming a teacher’s aide so I can work at my children’s school and work school hours and to that, I say HELL NO.

I love my kids. I worked as a teacher in Japan for four years and half that time I was teaching little kids. I LOVED those kids, too. I got two marriage proposals out of my junior high kids (that sounds super dodgy, but it was honestly 11-13 yo’s shouting out “Beth-Sensei! Will you marry me?” while I stood at the front of the classroom, straight-faced and trying not to laugh - seriously I have some stories to tell). BUT now that I have my own? I don’t love other people’s children. And I especially dislike babies.

You see? Terrible.

To further explain, until I got to the point in my life when I got clucky and thought having a baby would be a great idea, babies scared me! If a coworker came in with a brand new baby, guess what I was doing? Yup:

I’ll admit they’re cute, but unless I know you, I ain’t coming near that thing with a ten-foot pole. What do I do with it? What if I drop it? I might be polite (yk, my default mode) if I have to stand near you. I might agree with whomever I’m with on how cute they are, but honestly, that puppy across the road is looking a whole lot sweeter. Unless they’re my babies, of course, and even then, at their current ages, that puppy is looking mighty cute…

My four-year-old asked me to make him a toasted ham and cheese sandwich for dinner instead of the dinner I was actually making for us. I’m a nice mum. I said sure. When he asked if he could help, it was a little frustrating, but I let him because I don’t want him to be a man baby who can’t cook for himself when he’s older.

We got butter everywhere. We had a tantrum when I suggested he get his stool so he could reach the bench better. He wanted me to get it for him, I caved and got it (great parenting Beth, really sticking to your guns), and after all that, when he sat down to eat it, he wanted to pull off the ham and ditch the rest…

Okay, yes, a baby wouldn’t do that. But if I saw a guy like Dean, struggling to deal with Bobby-John, he’s the baby in my eyes, and I’m running away from him.

So to your question:

What would I do, realistically or otherwise, if I was being bothered by the old lady and her bible, and I turned around and saw Dean and the baby?

My first thought was, wait, do I know who he is? Is he Dean zapped not only out of the tv, but also Down Under for whatever reason? Is it Jensen Ackles hanging out in my local shopping centre, or is this Dean, Dean, and everything in the show is real, I’m in their universe playing a dumb civilian, and for whatever reason, he’s ended up Down Under?

Side note: Do you know what a down under kiss is? Or that in Australia we have a euphemism for vagina - the map of Tassie. It’s named after that tiny little island of Tasmania (that no one cares about) at the bottom of our map. Go check it out. Notice the shape… I’m not making this up.

Yes, I’m an over-thinker. Don’t ask me to tell you my favourite movie, I will sweat buckets thinking you’re going to hold me to my answer for the rest of my life.

I think you see where I’m going with this, but I’m still going to humour you with a swashbuckling tale of this situation.

*Cracks knuckles*

FOUR ADULTS AND A CRYING BABY

Starring: Dean Winchester, Sam, yours truly (in third person), the old lady with the Bible, and Bobby-John Summary: It was just a normal work day, until it wasn’t - or - holy fuck! That’s Dean Winchester! Why does he have a baby? Warnings: language, craziness

A Monday morning in March. A week since cyclone Alfred was supposed to hit her corner of the state, and she’s frazzled. Forgot she’d promised her manager she’d go into the store on Friday to make up for the visit she couldn’t get to on account of school being closed. 

Why couldn’t that cyclone have just hit? Really. All that fuss, and nothing to show for it. Yes. The fence had to be tied up with a zip tie so it wouldn’t fall down, “we will rebuild,” but where was the big emergency that made having the kids at home for almost a week worthwhile?

The fighting? The tantrums? Okay, she was lucky she didn’t lose her roof. Or the power. Her mum and dad are currently cut off from the main road in their town and can’t leave. Friends are running electricity through a generator because in their pocket of their tiny suburb, they still don’t have power. Yet SHE complains.

No bother. The kids have been dropped off. She’s going to treat herself to some McDonald’s breakfast and an iced latte. Chill for a bit in the food court, working on her writing before she goes to work. 

Her own slice of heaven, minus the noise, but she’s got her earphones for that. And she sits there at the little bench, charging her phone at the same time because Tumblr likes to drain her battery hard and she needs the device for work. Her hand burns under the heat of her iPhone’s blue, but cracked finish. 

She types away. Her fingers glide over the keyboard with ease as she whips up a headcanon about her current favourite hunk of spunk, Dean frigging Winchester, and why he likes to get slapped in the face by a woman wearing a Zorro mask during sex. 

She thanks H for that. H was a genius when she sent that ask. Hilarious H. 

Our heroine giggles to herself as she changes words like breasts to jubblies, and dicks to swords. She slides in another reference to Snickerdoodles & Special Sauce. She refers to Dean’s junk as a set of twigs and berries the second time. 

Damn, Austin Powers, you really are the man.

She’s so focused on her task at hand that she gets a little surprise when out of the corner of her eye she notices someone approaching. Someone who stares. 

But she is nice. She’s not feeling all that terrible at the moment. Frustrated, sure, but this is just a tiny kink in the machine that is her day. She’s enjoying her coffee. Her children are someone else’s problem. And she has not a care in the world. Daydreaming of Dean just does that. 

“Hi,” she says to the little old lady, smiling at her. 

She smiles back. Of course she does, because she is in default mode. She is nice. But inside? Inside, she’s screaming. She has her suspicions. Little old lady, frail and smiling. One who reaches her hands out to take hold of hers. One that’s not afraid to interrupt someone younger than her, busy on her phone and wearing earphones. One that lives in this part of her state, too.

She’s gotta be a Jehovah’s Witness. Or something similar. There’s no way this old lady wants to chat with her about anything other than god.

“Hello,” the old lady says. “Could I talk to you about—”

“No sorry.” There is no way she’s even letting the word slip from the sweet old lady’s mouth. Is she sweet? Really? Coming on up into her space to talk about a man in the sky. Chuck was not all that sweet in the show in the end. What does this lady know?

A smile exchanges between both women again, and the discussion, what lack there is of one, ends. 

The old lady goes to another unsuspecting group, and she’s left alone. 

But we all know that wasn’t the case. We know she moves. She moves closer to the store she’s working in that day, trailing through the shopping centre. Under the bright lights, dodging other customers going about their day.  

She passes the juice bar, Boost Juice, and she contemplates getting one if she has time when she finishes. Past a shoe store, a phone one, the giant grocery chain she shops at, but refuses to go to this one. She hates people, and this one is always busier. 

She finds another seat, a cluster of them right out front of the store she’s working at that day, and finishes what she’s doing. She knows she needs to start work soon in order to get to school pick up on time, so she’s quick. And as she finishes up her final edits, lo-and-behold, who appears, but none other than the old lady, wanting to talk about her Bible again. 

The transaction is quicker, thank god - the irony - and she’s left alone in peace again to finish and upload her piece. But it’s not over. No. Her other online friend J has decided it is not so, and so we jump in time to after the shift, when our heroine decides to pick up a few things from the same grocer she avoids.

Imagine if you will, dear friends. A large Australian grocery store. At the front, rows of shopping trolleys, a help desk behind them where cigarettes and gift cards are sold. Checkouts to the right, fresh fruit and vegetables to the left, and rows upon rows of groceries behind all that.

She likes to use the self serve checkouts, working in retail and often being time poor, she likes to do it herself. Knows how to work the registers faster than the other customers, but not today. She’s buying a carton of Coke, the drink kind, not the kind you sniff. She doesn’t even know what to do with the other stuff, let alone where to buy it.

So she stands in the twelve items-or-less line. She has one item, she’s allowed, and she’s waiting when lo-and-behold, guess who shows up?

How long can one old lady go around talking to people about the Bible in a shopping centre? Their last encounter was three hours ago… But of course she’s forgotten that, and she looks up at her with those kind old lady eyes and opens her mouth to speak when the shriek of a baby rampages through the air.

Dear lord. Was the kid dropped on their head? The sound is deafening. Her eardrums throb as the high-pitched sound pierces through the small skin that covers them and protects her brain.

Of course, she’s smiling. She’s in public, and she’s still in nice mode, but it’s wearing thin.

She looks to the sound with many regrets, but is stunned like a mullet who’s jumped into her father’s tinny, and slapped her young brother on the head. 

Dean frigging Winchester? No. No way!

She rubs her eyes as the cartoons her kids force her to watch on repeat love to do, and she takes a second glance.

“Oh how sweet,” old lady coos, but we know she’s delusional. She wants to tell people about god and forgets when she’s already asked them twice.

Our heroine thinks she’s delusional, too. Maybe cyclone Alfred was worse than they thought and she’s Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Bumped her head? Had her house fall on a witch. Oz was in an episode of Supernatural, right?

Is that what’s happening here?

The guy who stands in the next checkout line over to her has Jensen Ackles’ face. If it’s not him, it’s a damn good doppelgänger, parading around in Dean’s clothing. What the hell?

He holds the screaming child up in the air, much like he did to Bobby-John, and - oh my god - is that Jared Padelecki, too?

What the hell are they doing not only in Australia, but in a suburban little supermarket, dressed as Sam and Dean?

She takes out her phone, close at hand, and opens up her camera. No way she’s not taking a photo of this. But she’s also torn. She doesn’t want to miss this opportunity. She’s going to the Sydney Supernatural Convention in June and those guys won’t be there, just Misha, and god knows who else, but there’s also a baby, and it’s screeching.

She takes a few photos, all while watching the fiasco. What would she say? What would she do? She doesn’t want to go near that baby. Her tummy is flipping all over the place, and the top of her lip twinges at the thought of ever saying hi.

They’re celebrities. She’s far beneath them, especially now, covered in work fluff, dust and sweat.

Her hair, frazzled. She’s wearing her retail black. She’s a hot mess, but she’s not bringing the hot. She’s only hot because she’s burning up with a fire that just comes around Jared and Jensen, or so she’s heard. She’s sure feeling it!

“Come on Bobby-John. What do you need, huh?” Jensen says, and man, talk about method acting. Where’s the cameras and crew?

“Dude. Would you do something?” Jared hisses loud enough so that she hears.

Should she be smiling? Should she expect someone to jump out any minute and say, “Smile, you’re on candid camera!”

Fuck that. 

She pays for her goods. She looks at the two men, even goes up a little closer, and tries to listen in on what they're saying some more. Of course, she pretends to be looking at her phone while all this is happening. It’s not even pretend. She’s zooming in on the photos to study their faces and clothes.

“We need to find a, ah, a working phone. Call Bobby. See if he can figure out what the hell’s going on,” Jared says as they move towards her now. Trolly full of baby supplies. 

“Hey, do you think the shifter’s a witch, too? A wifter?” Jensen gives a couple of heh’s. The same one he gave when Dean joked with Cas about the Ghoulpires. 

Damn. They’re good.

She glances at them, meets Jensen’s eyes. Fuck, he’s so handsome. That jaw. Those brilliant greens pick up the logo of the supermarket’s apple swirl. His smile as he catches her looking is lopsided. Embarrassed, but also curious. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, and she can’t breathe. They smell divine. That’s some woody cologne, and a touch of leather? Who cares! Jensen Ackles is talking to her with his Dean voice! 

She chuckles. It’s more of a choke, a whine, a moan? 

She can’t move. Can’t run away. She’s stupefied in the spot in the middle of the shopping centre while Jared Padelecki stares at her with a cocked brow. Hair tucked behind his ears, pushing a trolley and a baby, still screeching by the way, Jensen still at his side. 

“Don’t suppose we could borrow your phone there?” he gestures at the phone in her hand.

Without a word, because her lungs are still dried up, and she’s now having palpitations cause of the kid, she hands it over, fingers brush against his, and she’s now stuck there, only now realising their photographs are right there on the screen.

“What the hell are you doing taking our pictures” Jensen is no longer happy. There’s no goofy smile on his dial. Shit, she’s going to be staring down at an NDA soon.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked,” she says. Bow’s her head like she’s still living in Japan. 

“Do you know something?” Jared adds. His face is more relaxed, somewhat amused. 

What should she say, what should she do? “I, ah,” she lets out another weird laugh that squeaks in her throat, “I was too afraid to come up and say hi.” She shrugs. Where’s the old Bible lady now?

“Say hi? What? Do you know us?” There’s that Dean voice again, and it’s travelling to places she doesn’t wanna admit. He’s a married man.

“Ah, yeah? You’re Jensen, and he’s Jared,” she says, and at first the latter just stares. 

His mouth opens and closes. His green eyes go wide. “J-j-Jensen?” He turns to Jared, who’s looking just as shocked. “Son of a bitch,” he says, and she’s swooning. 

He said the line!

“Where are we?” he turns back to her, and now she’s confused. 

She states the name of the suburb they’re in, and when they both still look confused, which is impossible. How else did they get there? Come to think of it, where’s Cliff and their bodyguards?

“Brisbane?” she says, and still they stare.

“Queensland?”

She has to wave at their blank expressions. The damn kid still cries like a banshee.

“Australia?”

And this is where I leave you my loves! I hope that was enjoyable. If you want to know more, you will have to beg for it ❤️

I’m tagging my moots/readers who usually seem to appreciate the crazy, have enjoyed Aussie!reader content, who I know are parents themselves or have become involved in this for whatever reason - I’m SOOOOOO SORRY (but also not really) @waynes-multiverse @supernotnatural2005 @ambiguous-avery @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @voodoochildthings @middleearthislife @ladysparkles78 @losers-clvb @mostlymarvelgirl @my-stories-vault

[melancholymetropolis]

Exchange pt. II

plot: In which Gojo makes a late night phone call to his wife.

pairings: Clan Leader!Gojo Saturo x Lawyer!Reader

genre(s): Second Chance; Hurt with Comfort

warnings: unedited (mostly). This is the fluffiest fluff I have written in the while. TEASING. Gojo is a comedian. SWEARING. use of AAVE (y/n is black as hell. wears a bonnet and everything). longing. Argument (no name calling). RAISED VOICES. sad boi gojo. guilty reader. get ready for the feels.

song association: Don't by Bryson Tiller

a/n: ya girl has some good news!

w.c: 3.0k

part(s): Part I

Upon shutting off the apartment’s showerhead, I could hear my phone buzzing in the distance. I wrapped my towel around my body and took swift strides back to the bedroom. Lifting my glasses off my nightstand, I placed them on my face before picking up the device. Instead of it being a friend from overseas, not understanding the time difference, it was an idiot who understood it very well. 

Gojo: pssss

Gojo: wifey. . .

Gojo: are you up??????

Y/N: It’s almost midnight. What could you possibly want?

Several moments after the message was sent, the phone started to ring. 

Gojo was calling.

I rolled my eyes at the sentiment. Ever since our lunch several days before, the taller gentleman was borderline clingy. He texted me at any free moment of the day, asking me what I was doing and when I was free for our next hangout session. I’d always blow him off. Telling him I had a prior engagement with someone else. I would say that the bride needed me to help her with Honeymoon stuff or the Maid of Honor misplaced her work and I needed to help her look for it. I would use any and every excuse in order to avoid speaking to him for longer than I needed to. It was clear that Gojo intended to make up for lost time while I was in Japan. He took his proposal to hang out very seriously and wanted me to fulfill my end of the bargain. Part of me almost felt bad from blowing him. Gojo was mostly harmless in his delivery and didn’t pose any real threat to my lifestyle. He seemed to be very forgiving with my excuses and never pressed me for blowing him off. The only thing he ever did was send almost a dozen crying emojis and claim I was abandoning our child. Apparently we were having a little girl, which he named her Naomi. 

Even though the white haired man was beyond ridiculous, he never failed to make me laugh.

I reached toward the nightstand for my wireless earbuds and connected them to the device. I placed one in my right ear and accepted the call. 

“Sweetheart!!!” Gojo whined on the other line. “What took you so long to answer the phone? I could’ve died on the other line!”

“But are you dead?” I replied, rising from my seat on the bed.

“That’s not the point!” He exclaimed. “And besides, what are you doing right now anyway?”

I walked over to the vanity mirror and lifted my leg on the low bench. I twisted the lid from the cocoa butter and scooped some in my hands. “Well, I just got out of the shower and have started my skincare routine. Why?” I warmed the cream between my palms and started to glide it down my leg.

“How do you feel about going on a food run?”

“Right now?” I scooped more product into my palm.

“Yup!”

I switched legs and massaged the butter into my skin. The guilt of blowing him off was eating away at my being. Gojo seemed to be making a genuine effort to get to know me and I was shutting him off. I was never usually the person to deny someone’s efforts and often cheered for a job done well. As much as I wanted to treat him like everyone else, I realized I couldn’t; because he wasn’t like anyone else. He was my husband, at least on paper. From what I could tell, he was pretty kind and patient with me, despite his idiotic tendencies. Those feelings from Vegas started to reappear once again. They always came back harder the longer I shoved them down. 

I started to rub the butter on my arms. “Let me guess, you’re having pregnancy cravings? Want me to buy you some pickles and ice cream?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of katsu sandos,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But ice cream sounds nice. Hold the pickles.”

I shook my head with a smile. “Okay, pregnant lady. If I do this, you better not expect anything from me to get dressed up for you. It’s too late for that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You are getting yoga pants and a goddamned sweatshirt. Better be lucky I am not wearing my bonnet outside.”

“Damn, you aren’t?” He pretended to sound shocked. “Now I gotta take mine off and fix my baby hairs.”

Explosive laughter erupted from my being and I felt myself hold onto the vanity to steady myself. “Gojo, what the hell do you know about baby hairs?”

“I know enough,” he conceded. “I am trying to do all my research now, so Naomi can have all the flyest hairstyles on the playground.”

“Gojo, get the hell off my phone with this mess,” I giggled. “You are too much.”

“I am just enough for you, baby. Don’t you forget it.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I’ll text you the address to my apartment. Hurry your ass up before I change my mind.”

“Okay. Love you, boo!”

“Imma beat your ass.”

My eyes flickered to Gojo’s right hand. It rested on the arm rest between us and started to flex repeatedly. The silence between us was comfortable. It cuddled against our awkward bodies and almost became a second skin. This was the first time we were truly alone together in the past six months. There were no waiters asking for our order or any wandering eyes gazing upon us from the wedding party. It was simply just him and I; in a car, driving to god knows where, in the middle of the night. There was so much that could be said in that moment. So much I wanted to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I wasn’t ready and I had the feeling he felt the same way. It was easy to mask emotions in a crowd. It was easy to tell a joke to break tension and get a laugh out of company. Yet, it was extremely hard to be open with anyone you deemed dear. His eyes flickered over to me with such longing it made my heart ache. Those feelings from Vegas were flickering up once again and I tried to ignore them. 

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” he said with a smirk. “You look like a completely different person.”

I nervously readjusted the thick frames on my face. “In a good way or a bad way?”

“In a sexy way,” he answered, earning a scuff out of me. “I feel like this would be a bad time to mention I have a glasses kink.”

Laughter bubbled out of me and I found myself shaking my head. “You are unbelievable.”

“I am being so serious right now. Those glasses are doing things to me,” his eyes flickered over to me. “You are seducing with those thick frames and I am trying my best to behave.”

“Oh god, please stop,” I giggled. “How can I be seducing you in some leggings and a sweatshirt?”

“Baby, you could be wearing a plastic bag and I would rip that thing off with my teeth,” he replied with a wide smile. “You are gorgeous, sweetheart, and I will remind you of that every chance I get.”

My eyes flickered down to his lone right hand on the arm rest. The palm was soft pink and wide. There were callouses across pads of the fingers, almost like he played some sort of stringed instrument. Before I could stop myself, I felt my hand fall into his grasp. Electric sparks pulsed through my body as we touched. His grip on my hand tightened and his thumb rubbed against my knuckles. He pulled my hand gently to his lips and gave my fingers a kiss. A sweet smile fell on my lips at the embrace. My mind easing to a calm that wasn't there before. 

Unlike any other union I had prior, Gojo didn't give me butterflies or bring a blush to my cheeks. He gave me a sense of ease that no one else had presented. In all my other relationships before him, platonic or romantic, someone had always wanted something from me. I had to fit a mold to solidify our relationship. I had to be the perfect daughter for my parents. The unpaid therapist for my friends. The forgiving partner to my ex lover. The cut throat divorce lawyer. I always had to fulfill a label and my personhood was seen as a performance to them. I was never simply Y/N. I could never truly exist amongst them. 

That had been before I met Gojo.

He seemed to like me as I am. Actually, he encouraged me to authentically express myself. He didn't take it personally when I snapped at him. He was offended when I was coarse with him at the wedding, he simply adjusted his approach. Instead of being so direct, he became playful. Non-threatening. He was slowly making me feel comfortable around him. Easing the thick tension between us. The fear that I originally felt in the beginning had clouded my judgment. I couldn’t think clearly. 

Sure, being married to a stranger is scary. There is a lot that could go wrong. However, if all had gone right in Vegas, and if we didn't live in two completely different countries, we'd probably be dating already. Gojo would have most likely met my friends. Spent a night at my condo. Made me breakfast the night after our sleepover. He probably would have invited me to his place the next weekend. 

We'd already been 6 months in a sickly sweet relationship. 

Would I have loved him by now?

“What's that look?” His husky voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. “I don't like that look. What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“Nothing, I just…” I trailed off, turning away from his gaze. “Just thinking is all.”

He hummed, unamused, and squeezed my hand again. “You don’t have to hide your thoughts from me, Y/N. I am a big boy, I can handle the heat.” Gojo kissed my fingers again. “And besides, in order to get through it, we have to talk about it.”

A shaky sigh slipped from my lips and I wiggled my hand from his grasp. I wrapped both arms around myself and turned my body away from him. My eyes quirked at the twinkling street lights and billboards of Osaka. My skin was bathed in a crimson light that directly reflected the internal wound that bled into my foul mood. There was a war happening within my head and I could barely present him with the cause of it. At least, not the true cause. There were so many things that I wanted to say, secrets that I wanted to tell him. However, I knew it was too soon. He was still a stranger. A man that I met a little more than a few times in the last couple of months. A friend of a friend— an acquaintance. It would be too easy for him to leave me if he knew the truth. The whole truth. It was the thing that made me leave my hometown and start over. The thing that made me cut my parents off and change my name. The thing that I shoved so far down that I ripped me apart when it reopened. 

The car came to an eased halt and pulled into an empty space in front of the restaurant. The open sign was flickering on and off, a marketing ploy. It wanted to draw people in to observe its beautiful open concept kitchen and glorious display of fresh ingredients. The tactic must’ve been a successful one, since the place was nearly packed at half past midnight. By the smile on their faces, I know the passengers were more than happy with their purchase. It made me want to try it.

A warm hand gripped my knee and gave it a firm squeeze. I felt my body tense from the pressure. I slowly turned to face the car’s driver. There was a noticeable frown situated on his face and a terrible look of worry situated between his brows. My silence had not made him happy. Not one bit.

His hand slipped into mine and he brought his knuckles to mouth for a kiss. 

“Whatever you need to say or ask, I am right here,” he said quietly. “I will remain here for as long as you need me to be. You’ll always have my support.”

His bright blue eyes were poured into me; like hot water in a teacup. He was moments away from drinking me in. 

A releasing a trembling sigh, I finally asked the question that had been on my mind since our lunch date.

“Why do you want me to remain your wife if our marriage was a mistake?”

At that moment, I watched his eyes dim. Their bright, exhilarating, electric blue faded to a gloomy navy that shook me to my core. Pain contorted his features into an expression I didn’t recognize. He had never expected those words to come out of mouth. Not after all the time we spent together. Not after the pact we made to at least “hang out”. Not after I made the first step to ignite an embrace just moments before. Reaching out for his hand had broken the stalemate between us. We were no longer adults navigating unknown territory, who were scared of the word “marriage”. It symbolized the potential for something else. It made room for something new to blossom between us. The beginnings of a new love story were on the horizon, at least before I called our union a “mistake”. 

The painful look was still on his face when he spoke moments later. 

“Our marriage is not a mistake,” he said just above a whisper. “Accidental, yes. It is no mistake.”

I waited a moment for him to explain.

“Mistake insinuates regret for said action; whereas an accident is an unlikely outcome. It has far less of a negative connotation than a goddamn “mistake”.”

He spat out the word like it was poison. His voice gradually rose with each word until it reached its normal volume. The pain on his face had shifted to a soft look of anger. He looked insulted that I would even use that word to describe our union. Utterly appalled that I would think he’d regret our marriage. 

“I just. . .” He cut himself off, ripping his gaze from my face. “Do you really think I would want to hang out with you if I thought this marriage was a mistake?”

“Well. . . no”

“Do you think I'm some conservative wannabe that frowns upon divorce?” His eyes fell back on me, anger causing his brows to lower. “That I am trying to trap you and keep you hidden away from prying eyes?”

“Of course not!” I conceded. 

“Then, what is it?” He snapped. “Because I’m really trying here. I get that this situation is not ideal for you, but I am trying my best to make it work, Y/N. It just seems like you don’t even care about me or what we had during that weekend in Vegas. You are so ready to give it up and leave everything behind. Leave me behind. Like everyone else.”

The last three words were quieter than a whisper. Somber and true. It made my heart ache and my mind buzz with worry. The little pieces that Gojo Saturo fed me about his life started to all make sense. He was the only child and the first in his whole generation to achieve a very specific goal. Power. What that power was— I had no idea. He didn’t go into detail, but I knew it was something he wore with pride. However, I knew that he wore it with regret as well. There was a weight on his shoulders that only he could carry. It seemed as though he was carrying the responsibilities of his whole family with him everywhere he went. He never had a break with his duties; they consumed his every waking moment. It made it hard for him to mingle, to date, to llsimply exist without a group of people breathing down his neck. The relationships he had made outside of his family never lasted, from what I could gather from his last sentiment. They stole too much of his attention for him to create anything meaningful with them. Just like a flower lacking water, the relationships would wither and eventually die; which left Saturo back at square one. Alone. Miserable. Unhappy.

A deep sigh erupted from his being as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. That was not okay and completely unlcalled for. Please forgive me, sweetheart.”

Without much of second thought, I found myself unbuckling my seatbelt and leaning toward him in my seat. My long arms encased around his slumped form and held him tightly. I felt his body immediately tense underneath my embrace. His limbs were stiff and unmoving, while his breath remained caught in his throat. He was not breathing. I squeezed him even tighter, forcing him to take a deep breath from the constraint. His body melted in my arms moments later. He pivoted his body towards the passenger seat and wiggled his arms from his side. Gojo raised the muscular limbs and engulfed me in what I could only describe as a bear hung. He held me as though I were meant to disappear at any given moment. As if someone would steal me away from this. From him. At that moment, I felt like I meant everything to him. As if I were his entire world. It made my soul weep. 

A series of buzzing erupted from the glove compartment. A message flashed on the car's dashboard:

Order: 2333

Ready for pick up! Come to the takeout window with this text message.

"Your phone is buzzing," I said, lowering my head back to his shoulder.

He hummed in response.

"Our order is ready."

Gojo's arms wrapped around me tighter. "Can we. . . Can we stay like this? Just a little bit longer?"

I felt my body melt into his touch. "Of course."

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a/n: ya bitch got into grad school! which is why i haven't been posting!!! trying to figure out the financial aid situation, but it looks like we are going back to school in the fall! also, please please please tell me if you are feeling this series. i have another one in mind, but i am on the fence. also, let me know if you would like to be on the official taglist for this series!

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[sielaltruist]

A Photograph.

"Alright, look here," She shouts, looking at her elder brother and his family.

Isabelle watches as the onset of sundown paints an ethereal picture, adding to the beauty of already beautiful day. There was so much love and laughter today. And she's immensely happy for a day like this that marked the end of chaos.

"Max, here, look at Uncle Simon," her fiancé urges. It feels positively ecstatic whenever she reminds herself that Simon is her bespoken love. Her one and only.

Alec is holding Max in his arms as the boy plays with his Dad's wedding-suit lapels, too lost in tracing the runes on the coat.

"Blueberry, come on, look over there," Magnus tries, who is standing next to his husband and has his arms full of Rafe. The Lightwood-Banes are standing at a distance of more than two metres away from her.

Her elder nephew is the only one following their instructions, not making a move, and intently looking at the camera.

They both, Simon and she, are trying to take a picture of this lovely yet chaotic family. Her fiancé is holding the camera while she urges these Lightwood-Banes to at least glance in their direction without moving for a second, except for Rafe, who is an angel.

"How long is it going to take?" Her brother says, looking accusingly at her.

"Alec, you're the one who's moving now," she complains.

"Alexander, sometimes perfection takes time," Magnus tries to convince him.

Alec just rolls his eyes, and she makes a face at him.

"This better be perfect, Simon," Magnus adds later.

"It'll be once you all stop inventing a new pose every second," Simon shouts back, adjusting the angle again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she notices the tiny sparkle of Simon's engagement ring, which brings back memories and instills pieces of the wedding day that is yet to come.

"Where did Jace go?" She looks around, searching for the blonde boy who was showing off his daggers to the kids right before this entire photo fiasco started.

"He's busy," Her brother responds, his face obviously giving away whatever information he is hiding.

"Doing what?" She questions, unsatisfied with response.

"Uh, Izzy, he might be busy with someone, some Ichigo ringer," Simon tells her.

"Oooh, the proposal," Isabelle remarks.

She's absolutely excited to plan another wedding, even though this one was a bit rushed, as she thought they would plan it for at least two months.

She had an entire binder, of which only one-fifth was used for organising this day.

"Wait, you knew?"

"Of course, I knew, Jace looked like he'd fall off a bridge given any moment,"

"And, this one here, can't hide a secret," She points to her brother, who is saying something to Rafe that makes the boy laugh.

"Alec told you?" Simon asks, puzzled.

"No, his face gives it away," She replies.

It's true, Alec may have a perfect poker face, but it's only limited to official meetings. And it's immensely easy to read him when he's happy.

"Yours too, Si," She says later.

Simon shakes his head as if he's tired of her all-knowing and audacious self, which in turn makes her chuckle.

"Love birds," She hears Magnus shout, making her look towards them, only to find Magnus wearing a smirk and Alec looking unimpressed.

"We're still here, waiting for that picture," Alec yells.

"Yup, on it," Simon says.

"Can't wait for the wedding night, huh?" She comments, just to watch her brother's face morph into a scowl.

"Izzy," Alec shouts back, while Magnus hides his smile.

"Okay, okay, focus on the task," Magnus tells them.

"Ready," Simon shouts while she, having the attention of the kids, points at both of her cheeks with her index fingers. Her nephews, who understand the gesture, pose perfectly for the picture, surprising their parents.

And it's the most wonderful and adorable photograph of the night.

Max kisses his Dad on the cheek while Rafe does the same with his Bapak, the surprise evident on their parents' faces, just as love, warmth, and happiness are.

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[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 1: Going Home

In the small barn situated in a quaint rural Wisconsin town, you stood behind the Holstein cow, your task just completed. You carefully peeled off the long blue disposable veterinary glove, a necessary tool for checking if cows, or even horses, were pregnant. With a practiced motion, you tossed the glove into the nearby blue bucket, a routine part of your work in veterinary care. The rustic environment of the barn, the sound of animals nearby, and the smell of hay and livestock created a familiar and comforting atmosphere.

"Well, Hank. She's due any day now," You state, stepping out of the stall. In your jeans, rubber boots, and flannel shirt, you fit right in, despite the stray wisps of chestnut hair escaping your French braid.

Hank, an elderly man dressed in blue jean overalls and a flannel shirt, acknowledged your evaluation with a grateful nod. "Thank you, Doc. I'm not sure how I can repay you…hold on a moment. I recently had a pig butchered. I can offer you some of that meat," he proposed, his weary gray eyes brightening with the suggestion.

"Only if it won't affect your winter provisions. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you in any way."

"No, we're set for now. We still have some meat left from the two deer my sons hunted last fall."

Extending your hand, you replied, "That's more than fair. It'll also take care of any future issues you might have with Mildred."

Gratefully, he clasped your hand in his. "Ever since you arrived here, Doc, you've been a godsend. I can't imagine what we'd do without your help."

You exchanged a firm handshake.

"Remember to call me if there's anything else you need, alright?"

"I sure will. Thanks once more."

Picking up your bucket, you made your way out of the barn and towards your truck.

You positioned your bucket at the rear of your truck, swung open the door, and settled into the driver's seat. Retrieving your cellphone, you noticed a missed call and a voicemail from your husband. As you closed your eyes, you took a deep breath, exhaling with a sigh. His communications typically revolved around financial matters, prompting you to wonder about the nature of this particular call.

You tapped the voicemail icon on your iPhone and listened:

"Y/N, it's me. I'm just calling to inform you that I'm on my way back. Not to Texas, though, but to Wisconsin. I'll be landing at Rusk County Airport, aiming to arrive by around 6 p.m. tonight. I'll see you then."

After the message ended, you disconnected the call.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin busied himself packing his travel bag, which lay sprawled on his bed.

"Just to clarify," began Javy 'Coyote' Machado, his best friend, with a tone of disbelief, "you've got a place in Wisconsin?"

"Yup," Jake affirmed.

"And you've never actually set foot in it?"

"Nope," Jake responded, keeping his focus on his packing.

"And who looks after this house?"

"My wife does," Jake said nonchalantly.

Coyote's eyes widened in surprise. "You're married?"

"Yes," Jake replied simply.

Coyote took a moment, the weight of Jake's revelation sinking in. "Hold on, Jake. We've been friends for nearly ten years. And in all that time, you've never once mentioned that you were married, or even hinted at it."

"Well, I am," Jake said matter-of-factly, continuing with his packing.

Coyote, in disbelief, threw his hands up and scanned the room. "Okay, then who is she? And how come there aren't any photos of her around here?"

"We've both had a lot on our plates," Jake replied, finishing his packing with a zip of the bag.

"But how busy can a married couple be to not even see each other?" Coyote pressed.

"She's been occupied with her studies," Jake explained.

"Studies? What, is she training to be a doctor or something?"

Jake remained silent for a moment, his face giving away nothing.

"You're serious? She's actually a doctor?"

Picking up his bag, Jake finally responded, "She was studying to become a large animal veterinarian."

Coyote, visibly taken aback, managed to stutter, "I just... I'm at a loss for words."

Jake, shifting his focus to the task at hand, asked, "You still up for driving me to the airport?"

"Of course," Coyote replied, still processing the revelation.

"Great. Then let's hit the road." Jake motioned towards the door, ready to embark on his journey.

Steering your black Ford F-250, you navigated the lengthy driveway leading to your residence. This log cabin, a product of an inheritance and some astute financial decisions, had been your project three years prior.

As the cabin came into view, you admired the expansive structure that occupied thirty acres of farmland you had acquired. Beyond it lay a sizable horse stable, complete with an attached training ring, a testament to your love for animals.

Approaching the house, you pressed the button to activate the garage door. The door of the 4-car garage rolled open, and you smoothly parked your truck inside, ready to disembark.

You reached over to the passenger side to grab your backpack, then opened the door and stepped out of the truck. Heading towards the door that led into the house, you moved with a purpose, the sound of the garage door closing behind you echoing in the spacious enclosure.

This door opened into the mudroom, which was equipped with a fully functional laundry room, a bathroom, a pet washing station, and ample storage space. As you let your backpack fall to the floor, your cell phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw it was your mother-in-law calling. Pressing the answer button, you greeted her warmly while switching the phone to speaker mode.

"Hi, Cindy," you said, freeing your hands as you continued your entry routine.

"Y/N, how are you?"

"I'm good. How about you?"

"Just fine," she replied.

"So, you understand why I'm calling then?"

You released a sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down. "Yes. He called and left a voicemail."

"Y/N, he still loves you." Cindy's voice carried a mix of hope and concern.

As you settle onto the bench and begin to remove your boots, you respond, "I know."

Cindy probes further, sensing your hesitation, "That doesn't sound very convincing."

With a slight shake of your head, you reply, "Well, sometimes Jake isn't very convincing either."

"Just take things slow," Cindy advises gently. "I believe all you both need is some time together again."

"I'll do my best," you promise, the conversation steering towards a hopeful possibility.

Cindy's voice softened further, her tone imbued with the wisdom of experience. "I understand that it's been difficult, and there might be a lot of unresolved feelings between you two. But remember, love is about finding your way back to each other, even through the toughest times."

You paused, absorbing her words. It was clear she spoke from a place of deep understanding and perhaps her own experiences. "You're right, Cindy. It's just��� hard to know where to start."

"Start with honesty," she suggested. "Open up to each other about your feelings, fears, and hopes. It's the foundation you can build on. And remember, you're not alone. We're all here for you, supporting you both."

Your smile reflects a moment of gratitude. "Thanks, Cindy." Glancing at your watch, a sense of urgency creeps in. "I need to go. It's already 5 o'clock, and I've only just got back from work. Jake mentioned he'd be flying in at 6."

"Alright, dear. Please keep me updated on how things go. Oh, and thank you again for the horse fly repellent. It's been working wonders."

"Of course, I'll let you know. And you're welcome. Take care, talk to you later," you say, wrapping up the conversation. After hanging up the phone, you pick up your backpack and make your way to your bedroom, ready to prepare for what comes next.

After managing to squeeze in a quick shower, you slipped into some clean clothes. With the temperature taking a dip, you opted for a pair of jeans, a heavyweight sweatshirt, and hiking shoes to keep comfortable. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail, practical for the drive. Steering your Expedition, you headed towards the local airport to meet Jake.

Aware that Jake piloted a Cirrus plane—a fact made all the more personal by your having paid off the aircraft this year—you felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension about the reunion.

Turning onto the road that led to the airport, you soon arrived and parked your truck outside your hangar, ready to greet him.

Casting a look at your watch, you noted it was ten minutes to 6. A memory flashed through your mind, a reminder of one of your husband's traits: Jake was always punctual.

As you closed your eyes, your head resting gently against the headrest, a vivid memory began to surface, transporting you back to the moment you first met Jake:

You stepped through the doors of the rustic bar in Austin, Texas. Your college friend Avery right next to you.

"It's only one night. We deserve it after yesterday," she said.

The rustic bar was alive with the energy of live music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The atmosphere was exactly what you needed after the grueling exams that had consumed your life for the past few weeks. Avery, ever the instigator of your small adventures, was right; a night of unwinding was long overdue.

Navigating through the bustling crowd toward the bar, you felt a sudden nudge that almost set you off, ready to confront whoever was behind it. But that impulse faded the moment you turned around, finding yourself looking into the most captivating green eyes you had ever seen.

The surprise of the encounter rendered you momentarily speechless. The owner of those captivating green eyes was quick to apologize, his voice a warm, deep timbre that seemed to echo directly to your core.

"Sorry about that," he said, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "This place is a bit more crowded than I expected."

You found your voice, albeit a little shaky from the unexpected jolt of attraction. "It's okay, really. I should have been watching where I was going."

He chuckled, and it was a sound that made you want to hear more of it, to keep him talking just so you could listen. "I'm Jake," he extended his hand, the action both friendly and bold.

Taking his hand, you felt a surprising jolt of electricity at the contact. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Y/N. You here to see anyone in particular tonight?" Jake asked, his gaze still locked with yours, as if the crowded bar around you had faded into the background.

"Just here to unwind with a friend," you replied, gesturing toward where Avery had found a spot at the bar, seemingly engaged in trying to order drinks.

Jake nodded, understanding. "This place is perfect for that, but you're not from around here."

Your curiosity piqued, you tilted your head slightly, impressed by his observation. "Is it that obvious?"

He smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It's the accent."

You chuckled, self-consciously touching your throat as if you could feel your accent there. "I guess it's a dead giveaway, huh?"

"Only a little," Jake teased, his eyes twinkling with humor. "But it's a good thing. Makes you stand out." He thought a second. "Sounds a bit midwestern to me almost Canadian."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "That specific, huh? Well, you're not wrong. I'm actually from Wisconsin, so you're pretty close with the Midwestern guess."

Jake nodded, impressed with himself. "I have an ear for these things. Wisconsin's a beautiful place."

"It is," you agreed, your thoughts briefly wandering back to the familiar landscapes of home.

"So, what brings you here?"

"I'm here for a college class."

"College, huh? What's your major?"

"Veterinarian. I'm a large animal veterinarian."

Jake's interest visibly perked up at your answer. "A large animal vet? That's impressive. There's always a need for folks who can handle the bigger animals, especially around these parts."

You nodded, feeling a mix of pride and passion for your chosen field. "Yeah, it's been a dream of mine since I was little. I love animals, and getting to help them, especially the larger ones that require a bit more... let's say, finesse, has always been fulfilling for me."

He leaned against the bar, genuinely intrigued. "Sounds like it's more than just a job to you."

"It is," you admitted. "It's about making a difference, however small it may seem. And the connection with the animals... there's something special about it."

Jake smiled, his admiration for your dedication clear. "I can see that. It takes a special kind of person to do what you do. And speaking of making a difference, my family owns a ranch not too far from here. We've got horses, and every now and then, we run into a situation that could use a vet with your expertise."

The mention of his family's ranch piqued your interest. "Really? I'd love to hear more about it. Working with horses has always been a dream of mine."

Just as you were caught in that moment, Avery approached, holding a beer out to you. "Here's your beer," she said, handing it over before her gaze shifted to Jake. "And who's this?"

"Avery, meet Jake. Jake, this is Avery," you made the introductions, facilitating the exchange between your friend and the man with the captivating green eyes.

The sound of a plane engine snapped you out of your reverie, prompting you to open your eyes and gaze skyward. Above the airport, you spotted the small Cirrus plane, unmistakably Jake's. You watched as it gracefully circled above, aligning itself for a smooth approach before finally descending towards the runway in a well-executed landing.

As the plane taxied closer to where your vehicle was parked, you observed the engine powering down. Stepping out of your truck, you began to walk slowly towards the aircraft. The door of the plane opened and out stepped a figure you recognized instantly – a six-foot tall man with dirty blond hair. He was casually dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and tennis shoes, complemented by a brown leather jacket. It was Jake, finally there in front of you after what felt like an eternity.

But it wasn't the young Jake you remembered, this Jake had turned into a manly Jake. He still had the same piercing green eyes, but his face had turned more rugged, yet still handsome. His presence seemed to exude a quiet strength and a sense of maturity that the younger Jake hadn't possessed. There was an air of confidence about him, tempered with a hint of world-weariness. His green eyes, still as piercing as you remembered, now seemed to carry deeper stories, reflections of experiences and growth. His face, more rugged and lined than before, bore the marks of life's trials and triumphs, adding to his manly allure. Yet, despite the changes, there was an undeniable familiarity in his gaze, a connection to the past that lingered in his expression.

He closed the door when you reached him. "Y/N," he said.

"Jake."

The two of you looked at each other.

You cleared your throat and looked away. "Our hangar is over there." You pointed to the hangar behind your vehicle.

"Our hangar?"

"Yes. I had it built after you purchased the plane."

He looked at you questioningly and then he observed the hangar with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "You built that?"

"Yes, it seemed practical for storage and maintenance," you explained, maintaining a professional tone despite the undercurrent of emotions swirling between you.

Jake took a moment to absorb this information, his gaze shifting from the hangar back to you. "That's... impressive. Thank you," he said, his voice carrying a hint of appreciation mixed with the awkwardness of the moment.

"You're welcome," you replied, feeling the complexity of the situation. After a brief pause, you added, "Shall we get the plane stored?"

He nodded, a silent agreement to focus on the task at hand, perhaps both of you grateful for a momentary diversion from the emotional reunion.

"You can put your bags in the truck. It's unlocked. I'll go open the hangar and get the tow bar."

""How about I assist you with opening the hangar and retrieving the tow bar once I've put my bags in the truck?"

"That's fine," you agreed since you had no clue what you were doing anyways. You watched as Jake went to the other side of the plane and grabbed four bags.

You quickly made your way to Jake's plane and grabbed two of the bags and then placing the bags in the back of the Expedition. Jake did the same with the other two and then started walking towards the hangar. You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. This was all new to you, and the prospect of being involved in something as unfamiliar as handling a plane was both thrilling and slightly intimidating.

After securing the bags, you walked towards the hangar, where Jake was already busy. As you approached, he looked up and gave you a brief nod, acknowledging your presence. You stood there for a moment, watching him work. He moved with a practiced ease, clearly familiar with every aspect of the aircraft and the hangar.

"Need a hand?" you asked, eager to learn and help.

Jake glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Sure. Could you grab the other end of this tow bar?" He held out one end of a long, metal bar to you.

You took the offered end, feeling its weight. Jake guided you on how to position it correctly, explaining how it was used to move the plane. Together, you maneuvered the bar into place and began the task of towing the aircraft into the hangar.

As you worked alongside Jake, you appreciated the quiet efficiency with which he operated. There was a sense of competence and confidence about him that you found reassuring. It was clear that he was in his element here, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his skills.

Once the plane was safely in the hangar, Jake secured everything and turned to you. "Thanks for the help. Not everyone would jump in like that."

You shrugged modestly, feeling a small sense of pride. "Happy to learn something new. And it's not every day I get to say I helped tow a plane."

His chuckle resonated warmly in the hushed atmosphere of the hangar. "Well, you did a fantastic job."

"Thanks," you responded with a bashful smile. "Uh, dinner should be all set by the time we get back."

"You made dinner?"

"Not exactly. His name is Chuck. I encountered him during a trip to Wyoming."

Jake's eyes widened in surprise. "Another man is living in my house?!"

You sighed. "I honestly don't know how to answer that because you really haven't even seen our house."

Jake ran a hand through his hair turning away and then turned back to you. "I never cheated on you, Y/N. I came here to work on our marriage. You could've at least told me."

You looked at him. "I'm sorry. I forgot, my husband hasn't really contacted me for four years. What was I thinking? Oh yeah, that I needed help running a ranch."

Jake stared at you.

"Chuck is my chef and, I guess, butler. He helps around the ranch."

Jake's expression shifted from shock to confusion. "You have a chef and a butler now?"

You nodded, trying to keep your tone even. "Yes, Jake. Running the ranch alone has been tough. Throw in my hours as a Veterinarian, you never know. Chuck has been a huge help, not just in the kitchen but around the property too. He's been indispensable, especially with you being away for so long."

There was a moment of silence as Jake processed this new information, his features softening slightly. "I see. I didn't realize how hard it's been for you here alone. I'm sorry, Y/N."

You let out a small sigh, the tension easing a bit. "It's okay. We both have a lot to catch up on. Let's just focus on getting back home for now."

Jake nodded, a look of understanding crossing his face. "You're right. We've both been through a lot, and we have a lot to talk about. But right now, let's just get back home and take it one step at a time."

After closing the hangar, you both walked towards the truck, there was a comfortable silence between you. It was the kind of silence that spoke of mutual understanding and the beginnings of reconciliation. You could sense that both of you were cautiously optimistic about what lay ahead.

Once in the truck, you started the engine and pulled out of the hangar area and started to drive home.

The familiar landscape passed by the windows, each mile bringing you closer to a place that held both memories and possibilities. You glanced over at Jake, who seemed focused on the road but also more at ease than he had been earlier.

"Thanks for coming to get me," he said softly, breaking the silence.

"You would've done the same thing for me," you replied.

Jake glanced your way, a small smile playing on his lips. "Always, Y/N. No matter what happens, I'll always come for you."

Those words, simple as they were, carried a weight of meaning that filled the cab of the truck. You leaned back in your seat, allowing yourself to feel the comfort of his presence and the hope that, despite the challenges, you both might find a way forward together.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Constant Change

Summary: You and Nick must navigate the new territories of pregnancy and parenting while managing the continued hostility from Clark Kent.

A/N: Reader is AFAB. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 2

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You’re finally home for the day and you’re still in daze after the phone call from the doctor. Everything feels surreal as you unlock the door. The surrealness isn’t helped by seeing Nick on one knee in the living room, holding a ring box. 

You freeze at the sight and he shyly rubs the back of his neck, “I know it’s kinda quick but I also know you’re the one. If you’ll have me.” He looks back at you with those puppy dog eyes you can never say no to.

All you can say is, “I’m pregnant.” Nick’s eyes go wide and he’s immediately on his feet and moving to hold you. You practically collapse into his arms and he sits you down on the couch with him. 

“The doctor appointment,” he asks. “To see why you’ve been sick?”

“Yup,” you quietly reply. 

“I, uh, I guess we weren’t being as safe as we thought.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

Nick kisses you, “it’s not your fault. It takes two to make this kind of thing happen.”

“You’re a lot more calm about this than I expected,” you admit. “I…part of me was scared you’d be angry and want to leave me.”

“Not a chance,” he affirms. “I can understand why it didn’t register but I was just down on one knee asking you to marry me. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“You were proposing on the idea that we weren’t having a kid, Nick.”

“So you want to keep it?”

“I’m…” you hesitate. It’s something you long ago gave up any hope on. Another way you disappointed your parents. You’ve been so mentally ready to never have a child that this has entirely shaken your worldview. “I don’t know,” you confess.

“You don’t have to decide today,” Nick reassures. He gently moves your chin, making you look into his eyes. “Whatever you choose, I’m with you.”

“Do you want a kid?”

“I’ll admit, it’s something I thought was never going to happen for me,” he says. “But it’s not me who’s going to have to carry the baby. I’m not the one whose body is going to have to take everything.”

“Yeah, pregnancy ain’t a fairytale like they portray in the stories.”

“Which is why it’s your decision, that I will fully support, when you make it.”

“I have to ask, are you still interested in getting married?”

“Of course.”

You scan Nick’s face, looking for any of the telltale signs of hesitancy but you don’t find them. 

“Then let me make sure that ring fits,” you ask with a smile. 

“Nick,” you moan as his fingers expertly play with your nipples and his lips leave marks along your neck. “Nick, we should get some breakfast.”

“Can’t let you go this morning,” Nick states. “I’ll just have to have you for breakfast.”

While you haven’t been together long you’ve learned that when he gets in a mood he needs to follow through. The few times you’ve turned down his advances he acquiesced but it made him all the more needy when he did get you in bed. Those were the times you couldn’t walk the next day because of how thoroughly he’d fucked you silly.

“You didn’t get enough last night?”

“Can never get enough of you,” he growls. He almost seemed insulted at the very idea. “You look so good with that ring on. How could I possibly get enough?”

“Lucky you I don’t have to go into work today,” you smile. He gently pinches your nipples, making you moan. “Lucky me, as well.”

He chuckles at that as he kisses his way down your front, leaving marks where no one else will be able to see them. You try to use your hands to move him where you need him but he stops and glares at you. “Hands on the headboard,” he orders.

“Or else what,” you snicker.

“Or else I show you some of the immobilization techniques I learned in the CIA.”

You raise an eyebrow but decide not to test him. Not this early in the morning anyways. You put your hands above you, leaning your arms against the headboard and he smirks. You really enjoy giving him control in the bedroom and he loves that you trust him enough to do so. He’s very open to rewarding you for obeying his request and he shows it by finally kissing his way to your needy pussy.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who didn’t get enough last night,” he gently snarks as he sticks a finger into your already wet core. Without thinking you spread your legs wider, a silent plea for more.

Nick spends the next hour hitting all of your favorite spots, his eyes dark as he watches you fall apart, first on his fingers, then his cock.

Early on you told him your concerns about him not getting as much out of sex as you. He assured you that “your pleasure is mine, Lady. Every time I can make you come, make you call out my name, or whimper for me, it’s better than any orgasm for me.”

By the time he's done you're barely able to remember your own name. He's gently kissing you, massaging your legs, praising you.

“I should be thanking you,” you murmur, gently kissing back. “Best sex I've ever had. Most attentive partner I've ever been with. Makes me happy to give you everything I've got and then some.”

Nick's expression changes from happy to loving. Those puppy dog eyes that own your heart. “You're so good to me,” he says softly before pulling you in for cuddles.

As you start eating breakfast, you remind Nick that the two of you still need to talk about the pregnancy. While Nick has given you full control over the decision, you still want to talk things out with him, regarding his wants and concerns.

“My biggest fear is bringing work home with me,” Nick confesses. “But I'm already afraid of that with you. I don't know if a baby would add to that fear.”

“It's not like you're the bigger target here. I'm the one he came after. I'm the one who had to move in with you because my place wasn't safe.”

“So we agree, we live pretty dangerous lives,” Nick nods. “Definitely a factor.”

“At least money isn't so much of a factor,” you comment. We're not ‘higher echelon’ rich but we're pretty secure. Even if I quit my job.”

“Is that something you want?”

You sigh, “if we keep the baby I'll want to give them all the care and attention they need. That means no more job. I enjoy my work and my coworkers but there's been a lot of…tension ever since the incident with Clark.”

“Everyone wants the juicy details?”

“That and the fact that, as a city employee, a lot of my higher ups rely on campaign support from rich people like him. They're not happy with a potential threat to their funds.”

“I could always convince them to change their minds,” Nick offers, eyebrow raised.

You chuckle, “I'm not asking that of you. But I do love your willingness to hurt others for my sake. It really helps with my fear about us accidentally bringing danger home.” Sighing, you rub your belly, “then there are the health dangers. It's definitely a high risk pregnancy.”

Nick nods, his eyes never leaving your stomach. “But we can afford to get you all the medical care you might need. Might have to call in a few favors with the Boss’s doctors but it's doable.”

“And that's without my income, right?”

“Right,” he nods.

“I think I want to try to keep it,” you whisper.

Nick kneels in front of you, gently gripping your chin to make you look him in the eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He searches for signs of second guessing, signs you might be doing this for anything other than you. Seeing your eyes filled with worry but hopeful determination he smiles, “then let's have a baby.”

Part 2

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[midastouch013]

could you write about Hermione Granger that she was dated to date you and she would get money for it. But over time she started to fall in love with us. And then we found out.

if you don’t do it it’s fine.

-dt415 🐥

Stupid Dare

Summary: It was just a dare, but what if it becomes something more?

Warnings: Yelling, fights, but happy ending

P.S I'll be taking 'Mione requests only till Wednesday

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"I dare you to sneak into the Forbidden Forest at midnight,"

"Or how about we see who can charm Professor Flitwick into giving us extra credit?"

"I've got it! We dare you, Hermione, to ask Y/n out on a date!"

Hermione blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected challenge. "What? Why?"

Ginny grinned, nudging Hermione playfully. "Just to prove you're not a wimp, Hermione. You're always so focused on your studies and rules. This'll show everyone you can be spontaneous."

Ron chimed in, adding his own teasing encouragement. "Yeah, come on, Hermione. Live a little!"

Caught between reluctance and a desire to prove herself, Hermione hesitated. She was usually one to follow the rules, but the prospect of breaking out of her usual mold intrigued her.

After a moment's contemplation, Hermione squared her shoulders, a determined glint in her eyes. "Fine. I'll do it."

"And if she does say okay, you have to do at it for a month"

"Okay okay, whatever"

With her friends' cheers echoing in her ears, Hermione set off to fulfill the dare, unaware of the surprising turn her evening was about to take.

And so she found herself standing before you in the Gryffindor common room, disturbing you from the muggle book you were reading, nervously biting her lip. She'd been dared to ask you out as part of a silly game, but she couldn't deny the flutter of nerves in her stomach as she awaited your response.

"Um, Y/n," she began, her voice a touch uncertain, "I, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to, um, go out with me?"

You regarded her with curiosity, noticing the slight tremble in her hands. She seemed genuine, and despite the surprise of her asking you out, you found yourself feeling oddly flattered.

"Sure, Hermione," you replied with a smile, unaware of the dare that prompted her invitation. "I'd love to go out with you."

Relief washed over Hermione's features, her tension visibly melting away, but she stood there unsure on what to do next.

"Oh"

"So Three Broomsticks tomorrow at 6?" you proposed, as she didn;t seem to have anything planned

"Oh, yeah, yup, sure"

"I'll pick you up after Quidditch practice"

"Yeah- okay"

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As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the Hogwarts grounds, you made her way across the Quidditch pitch, your broomstick slung over your shoulder. Quidditch practice had been intense, but exhilarating, and now you had another exciting event to look forward to: her date with Hermione.

With a smile on your face and a skip in your step, you headed towards the Gryffindor common room to meet Hermione. You had promised to pick her up for your outing to the Three Broomsticks, and you were determined to make it a memorable evening.

Upon reaching the common room, you spotted Hermione sitting by the fireplace, a book in hand as usual. You couldn't help but admire the way the firelight danced across Hermione's features, casting soft shadows and illuminating her eyes with a warm glow.

"Hey, 'Mione," you greeted, approaching with a friendly smile.

Hermione looked up from her book, her expression brightening at the sight of you. "Oh, hi, Y/n! Ready to go?"

You nodded, extending her hand to her. "Absolutely. Shall we?"

Hermione's cheeks tinged pink as she placed her hand in yours, allowing herself to be led away from the comfort of the common room and into the bustling corridors of Hogwarts.

As you walked side by side, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in accompanying Hermione. She carried herself with a grace and intelligence that you found captivating, and you were determined to treat her with the utmost respect and courtesy.

Arriving at the Three Broomsticks, you held the door open for Hermione with a flourish, gesturing for her to enter first like a true gentlewoman. Hermione's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she stepped inside, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Throughout your evening together, you made sure to engage her in lively conversation, asking about her favorite books, her studies, and her aspirations for the future. Hermione, in turn, opened up more than usual, sharing her thoughts and dreams with a newfound ease.

--

As your dates continued, Hermione found herself increasingly drawn to you, despite the initial dare that had brought you together. Each outing brought new discoveries and deeper connections, leaving Hermione grappling with conflicting emotions of guilt and affection.

One evening, as they strolled through the Hogwarts grounds beneath a blanket of stars, You had reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Hermione's face. The simple gesture sent a shiver down Hermione's spine, igniting a warmth in her chest that she couldn't ignore.

Another time, during a visit to Hogsmeade, you surprised Hermione with a meticulously crafted bouquet of her favorite flowers. Hermione's heart fluttered at the sight, touched by the thoughtfulness and care behind the gesture.

But it wasn't just grand gestures that stirred Hermione's feelings; it was the small, everyday moments that truly captured her heart. Like the way you would listen intently as she rambled on about her latest research findings, or the way you would offer a comforting hug whenever Hermione felt overwhelmed by the pressures of schoolwork.

Despite her initial reservations, Hermione found herself falling for you more and more with each passing day. She was charmed by your kindness, intelligence, and unwavering support, and she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps your connection was more than just a dare.

Yet, even as her feelings for you deepened, Hermione couldn't shake the nagging sense of guilt that lingered in the back of her mind. She knew that your relationship had begun as a dare, and she couldn't help but wonder if you would feel betrayed if she ever found out the truth.

But as you both shared more laughter, more conversations, and more stolen glances, Hermione couldn't deny the growing certainty in her heart: she was falling for you, dare or not. And that thought terrified her

--

As the end of the month approached, Hermione and you found yourselves drawn to each other more than ever. Today, as you walked together along the tranquil shores of the Black Lake, the air filled with a tangible tension, charged with unspoken emotions.

Unable to resist any longer, you reached out to gently cup Hermione's face, your thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "You're so beautiful, 'Mione," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione's cheeks flushed pink at your words, her breath catching in her throat as she met your gaze. With a tender smile, you reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering against her soft skin.

And then, in a moment of pure instinct and longing, Hermione leaned in, closing the gap between you. Her lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss, sending a rush of warmth coursing through your veins.

Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other, the world fading away until there was only the two of you, lost in the sweetness of your first kiss. It was a moment of pure magic, a silent promise of the love that was beginning to bloom between you.

--

The dormitory was silent as Hermione paced back and forth, rehearsing the words she would use to finally come clean to you. But before she could gather her courage, the door burst open with a force that made her jump.

"Is it true?" you demanded, your voice echoing off the walls of the empty room, your eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger.

Hermione froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she met your gaze. "Y/n, please, let me explain—"

"Is it true?" you repeated, your voice rising with each word, the fury in your eyes intensifying. "Did you ask me out as a bloody dare?"

Hermione's throat tightened as she struggled to find the right words, her mind racing with excuses and explanations. "Y/n, I… I didn't mean for it to—"

"IS IT TRUE?" you roared, your fists clenched at your sides, your whole body trembling with emotion.

Tears welled in Hermione's eyes as she met your gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," she admitted, her voice breaking with regret. "Yes, it's true."

The air crackled with tension as you paced furiously around Hermione's room, your hands running through your hair in frustration. "Why? Why would you do that"

Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she struggled to find the right words, her voice trembling with emotion. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/n. It was just a stupid dare, I swear—"

"A stupid dare?" you spat, rounding on her with fire in your eyes. "Do you have any idea how much you've hurt me? How could you think this was okay?"

Hermione's defenses rose as she felt the sting of your words, her own anger bubbling to the surface. "I made a mistake, okay? I never meant for it to go this far, but you have to understand—"

"Understand?" you interrupted, your voice rising with each word. "Understand what, Hermione? That you thought it would be funny to toy with my emotions? That you thought it was okay to manipulate me for your own amusement?"

Hermione's eyes flashed with indignation as she took a step forward, her hands trembling with pent-up frustration. "I didn't manipulate you, Y/n! I never wanted to hurt you—I just wanted to prove that I wasn't a wimp, that's all!"

"A wimp?" you scoffed, disbelief coloring your tone. "Is that what this was about? You're so afraid of being seen as weak that you're willing to hurt someone else just to prove a point?"

The room fell silent as the weight of your words hung heavy in the air, the truth of them ringing painfully in Hermione's ears. For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of their ragged breaths and the pounding of their hearts.

And then, with a heavy sigh, Hermione spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so, so sorry."

The tension in the room was palpable, thick with unspoken words and shattered trust. You stood there, seething with anger and hurt, while Hermione's heart raced with guilt and regret. She knew she had to explain herself, had to make you understand the depths of her remorse.

"Y/n, please," Hermione began, her voice trembling as she took a tentative step forward. "I hate myself for what I did. I hate myself for hurting you, for betraying your trust. I never wanted any of this to happen, I swear."

Her words spilled out in a torrent, her voice cracking with emotion as she poured her heart out. "I've spent every moment since that stupid dare regretting it. Regretting the pain I caused you, the way I let my fear of being seen as weak cloud my judgment. I know I messed up, Y/n, and I don't expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I'm truly sorry."

You remained silent, your eyes locked on hers as you processed her words. The pain and hurt in your gaze tore at Hermione's heart, and she felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes.

"I fell for you, Y/n," Hermione continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I fell for you in a way I never thought possible. And I hate myself for using something as precious as love as part of a stupid game. But please, please believe me when I say that my feelings for you are real. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally."

Before she could say anything more, you closed the distance between you in a single stride, your lips crashing against hers in a desperate, passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with a whirlwind of emotions—anger, hurt, longing, and yes, even a glimmer of forgiveness.

[strawberrynightmere]

Cherry Cola [Shane X Female Reader]

TW⚠️: Nothing bad for now (that's a first), my writing, etc.

A/n: yup...

Shane was sent by Marnie to your farm to get something, but he was just confused now. You were kneeling in front of the cardboard box, praying still. He wasn't even sure what you were doing. Even your animal companion was just staring at you.

"Oh, hey Shane." You then immediately turned to him. "Hi...?" He replied, unsure. "Right, Marnie said she'll send you. Wait, right here!" You get up and run to your house. You didn't even pick up the package you were praying to. Weird...

The animal let out a noise, like it was saying, "I'm as clueless as you are."

You ran back to him with a completely different box. "Here you go!"

"... Thanks. Mind if I ask, what's in that box?" Shane motioned to the package on the ground. It might keep him up if he didn't ask right now. "Oh! You mean this!" You enthusiastically pick up the package and place it on your porch.

"I specially ordered this from Zuzu City since the Joja ones make me sick." You open it to reveal neatly stacked cans of soda. Pulling one dark-ish red can, you handed it to Shane. "Here, try it out later." You bid him goodbye before going to do your work.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Shane had mindlessly stared at the unopened can. You looked so excited when he asked about the box and even gave him this can, willy-nilly.

Maybe he should drink it, give it a try at least... It would be rude if he didn't. Why shouldn't he? After so many things you did for him, he could at least just try this soda.

"Bok!"

Snapping out of his trance, Shane notices an annoying Charlie standing next to him. Which made him realize how stupid he was acting.

"She just wanted me to try... it's not like she was proposing to me."

"Bok."

"You're right. There's no harm in trying." Cracking the can open, Shane puts it to his lips and takes a sip. At first taste, it was much better than the Joja ones, leaving the aftertaste of cherries on his tongue.

He understands now why you were so hyped about it. This cola is bliss! Before he knew it, Shane had drank the whole thing. What was he so worried about in the first place anyway? He was just panicking over nothing.

But then his mind began to wonder...

Since this is your favorite, would you be drinking this every day? Would your lips taste just like this drink? Would they be soft to the touch as well?

"Bok!"

Shane is snapped out of his train of thoughts again.

"Alright, I got it." He picks up Charlie.

"You're in a mood today."

"Bok."

A/n: done!

[playbucky]

Make A Wish

You and Joel have been together for a while, on this birthday a few revelations happen.   Characters – Joel x Reader, Sarah and Tommy. Word Count – 1.7k

‘I gotta go.’ You told them, ‘Enjoy breakfast, have an amazing day and celebrate winning your game too hard.’ You told Sarah, she smiled up at you as you pressed a kiss to the side of her head. ‘Happy birthday. Sorry I’ve gotta go in early but I’ll see you later.’ You told Joel, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you picked your bag up and walked out. ‘Oh, and I’ll pick up some cake, you decide where we’re ordering from.’ You pointed at Sarah as you stopped in the doorway. ‘Deal?’ You asked, her smile widened  ‘Deal.’ She agreed with a nod, you smiled back at her before you blew a kiss into the room and sprinted out. ‘Tommy’s here.’ They heard you shout before he entered the kitchen. ‘Happy birthday.’ Tommy said to Joel, he gave his brows a scowl but nodded. ‘How’d you land her again?’ He asked with his head tilted to the side, Joel grumbled as he stabbed the eggs. ‘Did she get you anything for your birthday?’ Tommy asked, a suggestive eyebrow raised. ‘Yeah, when it ticked over into the new day.’  ‘Dad.’ Sarah groaned Tommy chuckled. ‘You both have dirty minds, she got me some new shirts.’ He commented as he stood up, taking his plate and glass with him, he downed the orange juice as he reached the sink. ‘What the shirt that’s inside out.’ Sarah reminded him, he looked down and groaned, the plate dropped into the sink as he walked away. ‘He’s losing it.’ Tommy said, the bacon in his cheek. ‘You think he’s gonna propose tonight?’ Tommy asked, Sarah shook her head. ‘No, I don’t think he wants to do it on birthdays, mean I wouldn’t mind but he won’t want to spoil it.’ She told her uncle. ‘Maybe I’ll propose to her?’ Tommy suggested. ‘Not gonna happen.’ Sarah said, Tommy slouched against the counter but nodded. ‘Yeah, I don’t think I’d stand a chance.’ Tommy stated, Sarah nodded and stood up from the table. ‘You coming tonight?’   ‘Tonight, what’s happening tonight?’ He asked, Sarah nudged his shoulder. ‘Cake and takeaway.’ She informed her uncle, he narrowed his eyes. ‘Oh, not a special occasion then?’ He quizzed, she smiled. ‘I can’t, got a date with a lady friend, I’ll take your dad out later and maybe you and Y/N can join us?’ Tommy suggested, Sarah tilted her head. ‘Or you can take grumpy so Y/N and I can have a girl's night.’ Sarah suggested, Tommy arched an eyebrow. ‘Maybe.’ He said, shoving more food into his mouth. ‘We gotta go.’ Joel said, they moved towards the front door, dishes at the back of their minds as they got ready for the day ahead of them.

‘I’m back.’ You called, shutting the door with your hip as you balanced the cake on one hand. ‘Cake?’ Sarah asked as she appeared. ‘Nice to see you to, and yes, cake is here.’ You said, she smiled widely and skipped down the hallway before she took the cake from you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘How was school?’ You asked her. ‘It was good.’ She replied. ‘Just good?’ You quizzed, she nodded and took a step back as you removed your jacket. ‘Yup, did work, learned something and then came back here.’ She said, you arched an eyebrow. ‘No sneaking away during the time we were away?’ You asked, she quickly shook her head, her thick hair moved on its own. ‘Never.’ She said, her back straightened as you playfully narrowed your eyes at her. ‘Mmm.’ ‘You’ll be doing it in a few years anyway.’ You told her with a shrug. ‘No, she won’t.’ Joel shouted from the living room, you removed your shoes and dropped your bag at the door. ‘I’m gonna put this in the fridge.’ Sarah said, you nodded before you separated. ‘Stop trying to corrupt her.’ Joel threatened as he looked up at you, you rolled your eyes. ‘I’m preparing you for it.’ You told him as you crossed the room, you stood at the edge of the couch, his arm automatically wrapped around your waist as your hand disappeared into his thick hair. ‘I don’t want to think about it.’ He grumbled, you chuckled as you leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. ‘I’m gonna go get changed.’ You mumbled against his head, he tilted his head all the way back into the soft cushion. ‘Dinners been ordered.’ He said, his hand rubbed your hip. ‘Amazing.’ You whispered and pressed a quick peck to his lips before you swiftly moved away so he couldn’t catch you.

‘Y/N.’ Sarah called out, you turned back to her. ‘Sweetie?’ You asked, she was sat underneath her covers, the soft pink duvet gathered on her crossed legs as she looked at you.   ‘Everything okay?’ You quizzed, her eyebrows were pinched together. ‘Yeah, I just - ,’ She trailed off, focused on the covers. ‘Me problem or dad problem?’ You asked, head tilted to the side as you looked at her. ‘You.’ She said, you nodded. ‘Okay, want snacks?’ You quizzed her, she shook her head. ‘Oh, must be serious.’ You joked, you went to make your way over before she lifted her head. ‘Can you shut the door?’ Sarah asked, your brows furrowed as you shut it and walked over, carefully sitting on the edge of her bed. She didn’t say or do anything, you reached out and took a hold of her hand and ran your thumb over the back of her hand. Giving her comfort without saying it. ‘Do you love me?’ She asked, your eyes widened. ‘Of course I do.’ You replied. ‘Where is this coming from? Do I not tell you enough?’ You asked panicked that you only showed it to Joel and neglected her. ‘No, I mean yeah -,’ she let out a frustrated sigh. ‘I don’t like calling you Y/N.’ She stated, now it was your turn for your brows pinch together. ‘Okay.’ You said, ‘What do you want to call me instead?’ You asked her, she rubbed her lips together. ‘I was thinking mum, if that’s okay with you?’ Sarah quizzed, your heart stopped as you searched her face. ‘Mum?’ You asked, she frowned at you but nodded. ‘I’d love that.’ You told her, she smiled widely and lurched forward, her arms wrapped around your neck. ‘You’re crying.’ Joel stated, he placed the tv remote down onto the couch and quickly crossed over to you. ‘I am.’ You agreed with his statement, the warm tears lingered under your eyes. ‘Oh no, what have I done?’ He asked, his hands rested on your shoulders as he took you in. ‘Nothing, baby, nothing at all.’ You told him, he relaxed slightly. ‘Then why the tears?’ He quizzed, you reached up and wiped your cheek, the wetness spread across it. ‘She wants me to be her mum.’ You informed him, his hands dropped to his side. ‘What?’ He asked, you sniffed loudly and looked at him. ‘Sarah, she asked if it was okay for her to call me mum.’ Your voice cracked, Joel froze as you rubbed the heel of your hands into your eyes. ‘Joel?’ You asked, he blinked and focused back on you. ‘Are you okay with that?’ You asked him, he shook his head. ‘I should be asking you that.’ He said, you shook your head and stepped closer to him. ‘Joel… I -,’ you couldn’t find the words due to the hurricane that was spinning through your head. ‘What did you say?’ Joel asked, you inhaled shakily. ‘I said yes, but if I’ve over-stepped, I can talk with her.’ You quickly back tracked your answer when you saw the wrinkles on his forehead, deeper than normal. ‘No, no.’ He quickly said, he tried to push any insecurities away. ‘She beat me to it.’ He commented, a hand came up and scratched his chin, your brows pinched together. ‘What?’ You asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. ‘Just stay here, I’ll be back in two minutes.’ He said before you could give him an answer he jogged away, disappearing up the stairs. You listened as he pushed the door open up the stairs, he cursed when it hit the wall a little too hard. Drawers were opened before he quickly crossed the room again before he bounded down the stairs.   ‘Joel?’ You asked, his eyes darted back up to you. ‘I’m hoping you’ll say yes to this, so it’ll become official.’ He said, your eyebrows jumped up when he opened the small black box.   Your hands snapped to your mouth as you gasped, the small golden band encircled a small emerald. One of your hands reached out and took a hold of Joel’s wrist, you could feel his frantic heartbeat, his hand started to shake. ‘It’s beautiful.’ You breathed out. ‘Only one suitable enough for you.’ He commented, you looked at him. ‘I wanted to do this for a while, but I couldn’t find a perfect time but since Sarah’s asked you I want to make it official.’ Joel said, he carefully took the dainty ring out of the box before he chucked it onto the couch. ‘Will you do me the honour and marry me?’ Joel asked, he looked at you with wide eyes, you looked at him before you smiled and nodded. ‘Yes.’ You breathed out, he let out a breathy chuckle before pulled you in for a kiss.   Joel placed a large hand on the back of your head, he pulled back from you but keep his forehead against yours. You both looked down as Joel took your hand, he carefully slid the ring onto your finger, your wriggled it into place. ‘Mmm, suits you.’ He said, you chuckled as he lifted your hand up and pressed a kiss on the knuckle above it. ‘Did you do it?’ Sarah asked, you both pulled away and looked at her. ‘Yeah he did.’ You said, she squealed and ran down the stairs before she bounded into your arms, Joel wrapped an arm around her as well.

[luvhhannie]

“holy shit judie there’s like at least 50 people here right now…” you said to your brunette friend who just chuckled nervously.

“yeah, and even though we’re halfway through freshman year, i still haven’t made a lot of friends in this specific class…” judie mumbled as you watch her tie her messy brown locks into a low pony. hybe uni’s dance studio was remarkably and undeniably huge. music was already blasting when you and judie first arrived. as an artist, you are used to the looks other artists give you: full of respect, but also a hint of competitiveness. you could say the same in this exact situation and space. as soon as you and judie stepped inside the space, you could already sense the pride and competitiveness of other dancers just from how they present themselves. with your mind wandering around, judie suddenly groaned. you switch your gaze at her.

“you good?” you asked her as she stands up to stretch.

“yeah, just saw like the best dancers in my class…why am i surprised that they’re also auditioning for a choreo proposal?” she rambled. you looked at judie and followed her gaze, finally looking at three figures, one of them being all too familiar.

“oh! it’s minghao…” you said outloud. judie stretched her arms and scoffed.

“your art friend?” she asked as you just nodded. you kept watching the three males settle on. unsurprisingly, minghao just stayed back while the other two went on the marley to stretch.

you unconsciously kept staring at minghao as he watches his friends goof around stretch. suddenly he faced your direction and widen his eyes. you jolt in surprise and sheepishly waved at him, smiling. he softly smiled and waved back at you. would it be weird if you went to him and leave your friend behind? is what you were saying in your head, already walking towards minghao’s direction.

minghao on the other hand was freaking out. the girl he has admired since the first day of school smiled cutely at him. he didn’t even expect you to be here at the dance studio today. but then again, he thinks he knows you, but you were still a stranger to him in the contrary. minghao watched you walk towards him. though you were only wearing cargo pants and a plain hoodie, minghao still sees you beautiful.

“hey, kinda surprised to see you here! since most of the time you’re in the art studio!” you said to him as you sit down right next to his spot. he scoot a but to give you space and nodded.

“yeah, but i’d say the same thing to you,” he chuckled “my friends invited me to watch their choreography for ‘moral support’ but i doubt that since they’ve been dancing since they were like 5.” minghao said to you as you softly laughed.

“hm, my friend also invited me to watch her choreography! i’m not really into dance but the choreo that people create are amazing.” you said to him as you switch your eyes back to judie, who was now in the marley warming up. minghao looked where you were looking at and smiled.

“is that your friend over there?” he asks, pointing at judie. you nodded and rest your head on your knees.

“yup, judie, she’s a great dancer, but sometimes she doubts herself too much.” you quietly mumbled to yourself but minghao heard it clearly. minghao only hummed. you suddenly turned your head to face minghao, who was now also hugging his knees.

“have you ever doubted yourself too? despite being a great artist?” you ask him. he sighed and nodded.

“of course. if you have never doubted your skills and yourself, i don’t think you’ll be able to improve. i think there should be a 50/50 mindset where you are confident with yourself but also needing to look at your flaws to improve.” he simply said. you looked at him in admiration and smiled.

“man, i wish i was as wise as you, minghao.” you said. he only chuckled heartily.

“i don’t really see myself as a wise person, but i just try to look at things on the brighter side.” he replied. you hummed and put your attention back to the dancers as the judges, their dance instructors, started calling out names to start the choreography proposals. watching the first few students perform their piece, you couldn’t deny that they’re all talented. you suddenly felt a hot breath behind your ear and on the corner of your eyes you see minghao whispering something to you.

“my friend is up next, i bet a pink oil pastel that he’s going to do a tiger impression in his piece.” he whispered. you chuckled at his statement.

“a pink oil pastel? that’s so random! and why a tiger impression?” you ask him.

“he’s obsessed with tigers and he thinks he’s a tiger himself.” he answered, completely ignoring your first question. you paid no mind to it and faced the marley, now a raven haired male standing there by himself.

“hey, i’m kwon soonyoung and i’ll be performing a hip hop piece about shifting perspectives of the world as a kid to an adult.” he introduced himself. as you watch him say his introduction, you could feel the intimidation that he’s giving off on others. ivy by frank ocean started playing and he immediately dancing on lyrics. though his piece was hiphop, he danced gracefully. after finishing performing, he suddenly put one of his hand out and made a squeeze gesture, in which you found confusing. minghao, beside you, however laughed. you raised your brows at him and he leaned closer.

“he’s doing a tiger gesture, like a tiger’s claw.” he said in between giggles. you have always find his giggles cute. he chuckled and leaned back on the wall.

“i guess i owe you a pink oil pastel?” you said as he only looked at you with a soft smile. you switched your gaze back to the marley when you heard your friend’s name being called. you shyly cheered as judie walks in the middle of the marley. she looks comfortable now compared to when you first arrived.

“hello, my name is liu judith. i’ll be showcasing a contemporary piece,” she paused. now this surprised you. judie wasn’t a contemporary dancer, but a hiphop dancer, “about a perspective of an adult that yearns their childhood and teenage years.” she finished. her song, ribs by lorde, started playing, and judie danced the song away. compared to soonyoung, whose performance was full of screams and cheers, judie had none. you wondered if they actually liked judie’s piece, or they actually just dislike her. in the hook of the song, judie started dancing more agressive in contrast to the rhythm if the song. you looked around you and saw some people intensely watching her, some even with teary eyes. so it did hit them. ending her piece, people slowly started cheering for her. she looked at your way and smiled widely, and you did as well. you turned your head to look at minghao, and he was also in awe. he looked back at you and stared in shock.

“that was such a great piece.” he said in awe as you nodded, still smiling proudly.

“ooooh, who knew these freshmen actually have a drive in them!” a voice suddenly said beside you. you looked back and saw soonyoung, who was now a sweater and a beanie, while holding a hoodie.

“hyung, you did okay.” minghao simply said as soonyoung sits beside you.

“okay? just okay?! ah, myungho…” he sulked as you chuckled. soonyoung raised his head and smiled at you.

“i’m soonyoung! what’s good?” he asks. you smiled sheepishly at him.

“everything’s alright…i’m yn!” you introduced yourself as you see judie getting into their dressing room, probably changing out of her sweaty clothes.

“yn? hmm sounds familiar!” soonyoung said. the three of you continued watching the proposals when suddenly you saw judie being pulled by another girl in their group of circle. you pondered for a moment trying to figure out who it was. minghao noticed you and leaned closer.

“that’s yves. don’t worry she’s nice.” he said to you as you nodded. all of a sudden, soonyoung started whistling.

“LET’S GO JUNHUIIII!!” he yelled. your sweatdropped from his energy as you watch the last dancer present their piece, in which you recognized as one of minghao’s friends. you leaned closer to minghao.

“your friend?” you ask him. he nodded and sighed.

“yup, the one that begged me to be here.” he joked as you giggled.

“i’m wen junhui, i’ll be performing a contemporary piece…i don’t know i just choreographed it. see it how you see it.” he simply said, which he got chuckles and annoyed groans from. i love you by billie eilish started playing, and without a doubt, judie wasn’t wrong about him being one of the best dancers along with soonyoung. he danced with his emotions and if you were being honest, you almost cried. completing his piece, everyone cheered and clapped. you swear you even heard someone full on crying.

the dance instructors finally told everyone that the results for the accepted proposals will be out in 4 days. everyone started packing their things and leaving. minghao and soonyoung stood up from their spots and grab their bags, but minghao stayed and reached his hand out for you. you held his hand to stand up and thanked him. he smiled softly at you. you were about to say something to him when you were pulled in a hug by someone.

“fuck! that was the scariest moment of my life, yn!” judie said behind your neck as she hugs you from behind. you smiled softly and patted her head.

“you did so great! even my friend thinks you’re amazing!” you said, motioning to minghao. minghao smirked.

“so we’re friends now?” he slyly said, in which you blushed.

“i mean! we’re kinda buddy buddy now? i’m sorry if i made you uncomfy!” you apologized, but minghao only giggled and patted your head the way you did for judie.

“i was just joking, of course we’re friends.” he reassured. you smiled up at him when judie removed her grip form your body to stand beside you. you felt her tense up when soonyoung and junhui walked back to minghao.

“shit i didn’t even know our choreos should have a meaning to them…” junhui confusingly said as soonyoung laughed.

“we’ve been doing this for a year and a half now!” soonyoung chuckled as he puts an arm around minghao. soonyoung looked at judie, and so did junhui. suddenly the air thickened. you gulped and side eyes judie, who was giving the males the stinkiest eye you’ve ever seen.

“hey judie! you were amazing back there!” soonyoung complimented her. judie only nodded while you and minghao stared at your friends. junhui on the other hand shifted his gaze away from judie to you.

“oh! are you yn?” he asked you. you looked at him in confusion. how the hell does he know you of all people.

“uhm yeah? that’s me.” you stammered. you tried not to look into his gaze when he suddenly pulled out his phone, texting someone. soonyoung shamelessly eavesdropped junhui’s texting and gasped.

“it’s her?!” soonyoung asked as junhui slapped his head.

“idiot! don’t be loud!” he said, putting his phone back into his pocket. he smiled softly at you.

“it’s nice to finally meet you.” he said. you were lowkey creeped out by this. sure, he’s good looking, but him knowing your name and being her made your skin crawl. minghao noticed your changed demeanor and went to your side.

“aye, don’t scare her! i’m sorry they’re like this. i have no clue why they’re acting like this but i’m guessing they’re being nosy and wants to know something…” he side eyed his friends as the two males only shrugged their shoulders. you appreciated his gesture and smiled softly.

“it’s alright…but what’s up with you three?” you asked judie, soonyoung and junhui. judie was still giving them a bitch face the whole time. soonyoung looked at you with confusion, while junhui only shrugged his shoulders.

“i don’t know, ask your friend. ever since the school year started, she has always been giving me and soonie a stink eye.” junhui said. this made judie scoff.

“i am not! i just look like this.” judie said as you raised your brow at her.

“we both know your brows don’t knit together.” you get back at her, earning a sigh from your friend. she looked at the two males in front of you and whispered into your ear, not letting them hear.

“okay, i thought they were girls and flirted with them. but then i found out they’re men. i’m disgusted by myself because of it.” she said in embarrassment as you started giggling.

“judie, so you’re telling me this happened like three times? this is insane. i’ll definitely tweet this.” you joked in between laughs, only getting a slap on the head from judie. minghao, soonyoung and junhui stared at you two as you finally explained to them that judie was just having an existential crisis. judie apologized to the two, but still held a grudge against them. soonyoung shook it off, but junhui was just looking at her, as if trying to get more out of the situation. minghao cleared his throat and called out soonyoung.

“hyung, can i borrow your hoodie and beanie?” he asked, in which soonyoung agreed to do so. you were saddened that minghao’s fit was now covered with a basic one. you completely forgot to compliment his outfit! suddenly, your train of thoughts were stopped by junhui.

“oh! yn, judie, wanna come with us and eat dinner?” he ask you two. you and judie looked at each other. judie first replied.

“i’m not paying.” junhui laughed and nodded. you sighed and smiled softly.

“yeah sure!”

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yes or no | x. minghao x reader - dancer beef over

𓇢𓆸 synopsis: where jaehyun is forced to be yn's wingman for mingyu, but unbeknownst to him, mingyu is also getting some help from his friend.

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[edosianorchids901]

The Joy of Discovery

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "how do you use it?"

“My dear, why would I possibly need such a contraption?”

“Because,” Crowley replied, unwilling to dig deeper into it.

“For being the Original Tempter and all, you’re certainly not being very persuasive.” Whole face wrenched with confusion, Aziraphale stared down at the iPhone that Crowley was still holding out. “I don’t see why I need another phone. I have a perfectly good one in the shop.”

“Yeah, but it’s in the shop.” Awkward, Crowley raked a hand through his hair. He really hated talking about this stuff, tried not to, but he didn’t really have a choice. “Look, I’d feel a lot better if you had that. Multiple methods of getting in touch, y’know. And that way, if I come past the shop and you’re not here…”

A shake crept into Crowley’s voice despite his attempt to sound nonchalant, and he gulped. But with his constant anxiety for Aziraphale’s safety these days, it would be worth a little vulnerability to have the reassurance.

Aziraphale’s expression softened, and he took the mobile. “Very well. I suppose it would be rather helpful for both of us, hmm? If I’m out shopping and my bus breaks down, for instance, I could call you to come rescue me.”

He said it in a dramatic tone, as if proposing the best secret mission ever, and Crowley smiled. “Yup, exactly. I’d rush right over and get you, no question.”

“I know you would.” For a moment, Aziraphale beamed at him. Then he reached out and took Crowley’s hand. “And if you’re fretting about me, you’ll be able to simply call. And even if I’m not in the shop at the time, I shall answer.”

“Demons don’t fret,” Crowley protested, as if he hadn’t fretted nonstop for months over the possibility that something might happen to Aziraphale again. Another fire, or an attack by one of their old Sides…

“Naturally not.” Aziraphale stroked a thumb along the side of his hand, steady and reassuring. “If you urgently need to invite me out for dinner, then, you can call at any time.”

There was a hint in his tone, and Crowley grinned. “How about I take you out to dinner now?”

“Oh! What a lovely surprise.” With a smug look, Aziraphale slipped the mobile in his pocket and took Crowley’s arm. “That sounds delightful.”

---

They did the Ritz. Aziraphale munched his way through a few different dishes, coaxing Crowley to try some. Crowley liked food, but he always lost his appetite when stressed. And although he was loads happier these days, he still vibrated with constant tension.

The food was terrific, though, really enjoyable even though he could only manage a couple bites of each thing. They got a really rich chocolate dessert, and he ate a little of that too. Then, twitchy at the sight of candles on the nearby tables—he’d put a permanent no-candle miracle on their own—he gulped down more wine.

It relaxed him at least somewhat, but leaving the Ritz relaxed him more. He and Aziraphale held hands again as they strolled back to the bookshop, enjoying the walk together even with the evening chill.

Crowley shivered as a breeze whipped across them, and Aziraphale moved closer. They exchanged smiles, and Crowley’s shivering eased. Aziraphale wasn’t fond of the cold either, but he radiated more heat than Crowley.

Back at the shop, Aziraphale pulled his mobile out after a few more drinks. He poked at it and made a startled noise when the screen lit up. “Ooh. It’s very bright, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. You can turn that down, if you like. The brightness, I mean.” Groggy now, Crowley rubbed his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping much. “Thanks for taking it, by the way. It does make me feel better.”

“Good, good.” Aziraphale patted his thigh absently, still studying the mobile. “Now, how does it work?”

Gosh, that was a complicated question. Crowley opened his mouth to explain.

“No, no!” Aziraphale held up a hand. “That was merely rhetorical, my dear. I shan’t have you rob me of the joy of discovery.”

Crowley laughed, not surprised. Aziraphale had bought a computer before Crowley did, and he’d been just as excited to explore that. “Okay, well, lemme know if you have any problems. I might go back to my flat and crash out for a nap if you’re good.”

“Yes, yes, quite good.” Aziraphale fluttered a hand dismissively, then went back to prodding at the phone. “Ooh, I wonder if I can change the pretty pictures.”

Amused, Crowley swooped in and kissed his cheek. “See you tomorrow, angel. Call me if you need anything.”

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Flames, flames everywhere. Twisting back and forth, screaming for Aziraphale—

A sudden, blinding light broke Crowley out of the dream. He yelped and bolted upright, raising a hand to shield his eyes. “What the fuck!”

“Hello, Crowley!” Aziraphale waved to him from the end of the bed, mobile clutched in his other hand. “I’ve learned how to use the camera obscura on this contraption!”

“It’s just a camera, angel.” Everything was still blurry from the light. Crowley rubbed his eyes, then squinted at him. “Wait. You learned how to use your camera, and the first thing you did was come over to take pictures of me sleeping?”

“Well, no. Not the first thing. I-I took pictures of some books, just to test it, and it worked!” Aziraphale gave a proud smile, as if he’d just unraveled all the secrets of the universe. “And then yes. I wanted a picture of you. I don’t have any recent ones.”

He pouted, and Crowley’s heart melted with affection. “Later. As a penalty for waking me up, you gotta have snuggles first.”

[togethernow]

Rhythmtober Day 31 prompt - Free Space

Well here's the rest of the vocaloid squad! Featuring Ann as Len, Kouhai as Kaito, Senpai as Meiko, Pitcher as Rin, and Reporter as Miku!!

Oh yeah the backstory if you guys want it

“You want US to dress up for Halloween?”

Our usual gang of 4 were in a booth in the cafe, looking at Reporter’s laptop. She had just brought up a rather… interesting proposal to them. 

“Yup! We basically did ALLLL the typical friend group activities, except for dressing up for Halloween for some reason!”

“And you want us to dress up as these… anime things?” Kouhai confusingly looked at the screen.

“I think that’s called cosplay, and I don’t want to partake in something as cringe as that ever.” Pitcher huffed. 

“Well, it’s not really cosplay if you aren’t dressing up to go to a con or something.” Reporter switched to the next slide, showing those 6 “anime things” again, but in different poses. “Plus, they’re not even from an anime! They’re called vocaloids and they’re more like different voices that people use to sing their songs.”

Senpai sat there silently, head presumably full of thoughts. Meanwhile, Pitcher was messing around with the laptop. “I mean, I recognize this girl,” she moved the cursor in circles around the girl with the light blue twintails. “But who the fuck is this???” She moved the cursor around another girl with short blonde hair.

“That’s Rin, and I think you’ll really fit her!” Reporter replied gleefully. 

“Her goofy 10 year old lookin ahh???”

“Yeah! You guys have a similar hairstyle and a snappy, go-getter attitude!”

“Does this also have to do with how similar in height they are?” Senpai finally quipped. 

“YOU- SH-SHUT IT!!” 

“Oh, maybe that’s why I also thought of Pitcher when I saw her.” Kouhai added, much to Pitcher’s chagrin. This made him laugh a bit as Pitcher made a fist towards him.

Senpai herself giggled, then pointed to another character. “What about her?” She hovered the cursor over to a girl in red with short brown hair.

“Oh, that’s Meiko. She’s the mom of the group and has a really cool voice!”

“Hmm…” Senpai put her hand up to her chin. “I can see her being really easy going and down to hang out just about any time. She looks like she would give really good advice too- Why is everyone staring at me?”

Everyone then turned to look at each other, slowly nodding. The nodding got faster, and eventually culminated into a slew of “Ayyy’s” and “yeah’s” from the other three. 

“I guess this makes me Meiko then.” She smiled softly. 

“Then that makes Kouhai Kaito!” Reporter pointed to the blue haired man so everyone knew who she was talking about. 

“Wait, why? He doesn’t really look like me…” “Cause you’re our boy!” Pitcher playfully pinched him on the cheek. 

“W-Wait! There’s another boy there too! I-I think…? I mean, I heard of anime people’s genders being really hard to tell, so…” 

“Yeah, Len’s also a guy. But I think Kaito suits you better! He’s a pretty carefree dude!”

“W-Well, if you say so. You know, you’re pretty good at assigning people anime characters to dress up as, Reporter.” 

Reporter chuckled a bit. “Awww, really? I just go off vibes to be honest.”

“Hmmm… Then who are you going to dress up as?” Senpai asked.

Reporter winked and copied the pose that the blue haired girl was making. “I’m gonna be Miku! I already got a costume of her at home!”

The gang went silent for a second, and everyone’s eyes eventually went over to Pitcher, who was looking out the window, trying to look like she didn’t care. 

“What.” She stated adamantly when she noticed everyone looking.

“Everyone else already chose their outfits, Pitcher. Who are you gonna be?” 

Pitcher was slightly taken aback by this but not surprised Senpai asked that. Her hand waved down as she said, “Nah, you guys got this. I don’t wanna be…” Her eyes drifted over to Reporter and Kouhai, whose eyes resembled those of a certain creature that went “Yippee!”. “Well… fine then. I’m NOT wearing the bow though. That just looks stupid.”

“Yay!” Reporter lifted her hands in the air. “Yay!” Kouhai mimicked her as Barista came over with his sandwich. Barista then proceeded to throw his hands in the air as well. 

“Hold on.” Pitcher leaned over closer to the laptop. “There’s only 4 of us and there’s 6 of them. Who’s gonna be the pink lady and this kid right here?”

“Oh, you’re right!” Reporter clapped her hands together. “We can’t have a Rin without a Len!”

“I’ll be your Len, Pitcher.” Ann Glerr leaned it’s head across the separator from the booth behind them. 

“GAH-” This caused Pitcher to jump back into Reporter’s arms. “Bro, did ya just listen to our conversation this whole time?!” 

“Well, yeah.” She popped another fry into her mouth and continued. “Anyways, can I join you guys?”

“S-Sure…” Kouhai looked at the rest of the group to see if they would let it join. 

“I don’t see why not.”

“Of course!”

“Why are you my Len… But if everyone else says ok, then sure.”

Reporter pumped her fists in the air again, excited that her idea was going to work.

"Now all we need is a Luka!"

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Diary,

Today was quite hectic. This year, I indulged in some childhood dreams of mine and dressed up as one of my inspirations, Megurine Luka. I thought this day would be like usual, going out and taking pictures, but I happened to spot them.

They happened to have the same idea as me and dressed up as the rest of the vocaloids. My instincts kicked in and I quickly went to a spot where they couldn't see me. I noticed that Ann was holding a bucket of candy, meaning that they were going to parade around the neighborhood.

My mind went to making plans on how to avoid them. Don't want them accusing me of copying them, of course.

As I avoided them, I couldn't help but feel a little twinge in my heart telling me to join them. Of course I didn't, I had a reputation to uphold, as you know. But it's weird...

If I went up to them, what would've they said?

[echotrinityme]

A Wedding (Calvin x Henry)

A/N: This is a sequel to my other fic "The Proposal" because I couldn't leave it unfinished.

Warning: There are going to be sexual themes but not explicit ones.

Calvin and Henry are in a bit of a pickle, they've planned a prank and it went awfully wrong but at the same time, it went awfully right.

After the "proposal", everyone was either confused, excited, or suspicious.

Konrad refused to believe Calvin was engaged to Henry because Calvin and Henry weren't dating. He was right, but Calvin will not let him ruin his fun. However, the "couple" have to be with each other since they want to keep the charade of being engaged and they have to plan their "wedding."

Calvin and Henry didn't want to do it because they are not a couple, and two, it was stressful work. But they are not going to let someone else do the wedding planning for them, they also don't want someone ruining the prank. However, things are even more complicated that they don't realize yet.

After their "kiss", their feelings changed for each other.

The more time they have spent together, the more their feelings have grown.

Calvin learned Henry is a great singer, and artist, and can bake. Henry learned Calvin can cook, can play the guitar( specifically bass and electric), and is excellent at making Henry laugh. They also found out that love to do certain things together. They like to beat each other in video games and talk to each other. Calvin noticed Henry is more expressive when he's comfortable with someone and has certain quirks he loves.

Calvin enjoyed looking at Henry when he was thinking and making facial expressions at certain things, he loves Henry's small height, and Henry's beautiful voice when he sings. Yup, Calvin has it bad. Henry also noticed certain quirks about Calvin as well. He noticed Calvin gets into a video game and was good at planning even when it's not about pranks. He also loves Calvin's need to impress him even though it's not necessary. Oh yeah, Henry has got it bad too.

The problem was that Calvin and Henry both don't know they have feelings for each other. It was even more complicated that they thought this was a prank and feelings weren't supposed to play a part in it. But life is full of surprises.

Calvin and Henry were talking to June and Victoria who wanted to help with the wedding. Calvin was trying to tell them that they got everything they needed but they wouldn't listen, Henry wasn't much help since he kept quiet.

"Ladies, c'mon," Calvin said sheepishly, "I have told you, we got everything covered."

"No you don't," June replied with a smirk, "You're stalling."

"We're not,"

"Are too,"

"Oh, what do you know about wedding planning anyways?" Calvin asked.

"Oh just enough that you need help," June responded smiling.

Calvin groaned as Henry giggled which made his heart flutter a little, Calvin's face went pink. Unconsciously, he wrapped an arm around Henry's waist. Henry's heart started beating faster as his face was red like a tomato, both boys were feeling fuzzy and warm inside. The girls squealed in delight when they saw the couple. Henry was feeling quite embarrassed and hid his face with his hoodie. Calvin noticed this, "Sorry ladies, my fiance and I have work to do," he winked as he led Henry away from the girls.

They have gotten away from the girls and Calvin breathe a sigh of relief, Henry took off his hood but his face was still red. He glanced at Calvin who was staring at him in concern, at first, Henry was happy that Calvin cared about him but his expression turned to anger. Calvin saw this and frowned, "What's wrong?"

"How long do we have to keep playing this charade!" Henry exclaimed angrily as he held out his arms.

"Uh... I don't know," Calvin said truthfully and to be honest, he didn't want to end this prank.

"We should end it soon because I'm getting tired of this," Henry felt bad for saying that but it's true... well kind of.

"I know but we have to keep this charade up for as long as we can,"

"Why?"

"Um... we... I..."

Calvin didn't know how to answer that question.

Henry crossed his arms and glared at Calvin, he was not happy. Calvin saw this and he began to panic. However, amid his panic, he noticed Henry looked cute when angry. He stopped panicking then he giggled, Henry raised an eyebrow at Calvin's mood change.  "What are you giggling at?" he asked in confusion.

Henry uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his hips, he still wasn't happy, and hearing Calvin's laughing at him didn't help his mood. Calvin tried to stifle his laugh but he couldn't help himself. With his small height and expression, Henry looked like an angry kitten. Calvin was laughing his head off, making Henry angrier in the process.

"What are you laughing at?" Henry demanded.

Calvin kept laughing, he tried to calm down but he can't.

"HAHAHAHA!" Calvin was happy as he ignored Henry's look, he had found the situation hilarious. Calvin calm down after a few minutes,  "I- I'm sor- I'm sorry, Henry b-but y- you- you look so cute when you're angry!" he resumed laughing.

Henry blinked in confusion for a few seconds then his face became pink, he glared at Calvin. "I do not!" he replied in frustration, clenching his fists in the process.  

"Yes, you do!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

Henry made a frustrated noise, Calvin stopped laughing but he was snickering. However, he dropped his snickering when he saw Henry's face. Henry was now livid and wanted to punch or slap Calvin in the face. "Uh... Henry?" Calvin said nervously, "Are you okay?"

"No!" Henry responded, he turned away and went away from Calvin. Calvin began to panic as he went after him, "Wait... come on, Henry... You know I don't mean it..."

Henry ignored him as he got to the base, Calvin kept telling him he didn't mean it. Henry stopped, making Calvin almost bump into him. Henry glanced at Calvin with an angry expression, Calvin felt scared of Henry despite his small height. "I don't want to hear it, Calvin. Now just leave me alone."

Henry left a stunned Calvin alone as he went to his tent.

Calvin blinked in confusion, he looked around and then to the spot where Henry was at.

"What just happened?" Calvin asked himself.

A few days later, Henry wasn't speaking to Calvin which made Calvin feel hurt.

Calvin was poking his food in sadness, he wasn't hungry. Konrad was eating when he heard his brother sigh, he looked over at him and saw he wasn't eating his food. Konrad furrowed his brows in concern, he and Calvin loved food and they eat a lot of it so seeing Calvin not eating was concerning. "Hey, Cal?" Konrad asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Calvin replied as he looked over where Charles, Ellie, Rupert, and Henry were sitting at. Konrad followed his gaze and landed on Henry specifically. A hit of realization came over Konrad and he crossed his arms.

"Oh. Now I know what's wrong?" Konrad said in a hard tone.

Calvin sighed sadly as he went back to poking his food, Konrad shook his head in disbelief. He still refused to be Calvin and Henry getting married but on the other hand, he hated seeing his brother like this. Konrad went up to him and gave him a one-arm hug, Calvin felt a little better but he still felt sad. "Look, Cal, I love you and you're my brother, right?" Konrad said.

Calvin nodded, "If you want to make it up to Henry, you have to do an apology,"

"Yeah, I know but how?" Calvin asked, annoyed, "He won't talk to me."

"You will think of something,"

"..."

Calvin thought for a moment as Konrad went back to his food, Calvin thought some more than an idea popped into his head. He smiled as his stomach growled, he was now hungry. He quickly ate his food but almost choked, Konrad managed to help him. "It still amazes me that you're the older brother here..."

Calvin smiled at him and stood up to leave. He said goodbye to his brother and left the cafeteria.

"So..." Galeforce said slowly, "You want to take Henry on a trip?"

Calvin nodded happily, he told the General about what happened with Henry and he wanted to make it up to him. Galeforce has heard of the "engagement" and congratulated Calvin but he had his suspicions about the prank. Galeforce looked over Calvin's report about his and Henry's trip. Calvin was eagerly waiting for Galeforce's permission, he wanted to make it up to Henry and he also had an ulterior motive for this trip. It wasn't anything bad or anything.

"Okay, Bukowski," Galeforce said with a smile, "You can take Henry on this trip but not for too long,"

"Oh yes! Thank you!" Calvin said happily with a jump.

He stopped jumping and looked at the General, "Can you get Henry for me? He's not talking to me cause I'm an idiot,"

Galeforce nodded and he called Henry.  A couple of minutes later, Calvin heard Henry's footsteps and went outside.

"Ahhh! Calvin! What are you doing!?" Henry exclaimed, "Put me down!"

The General chuckled as he heard Calvin reply, "Pack your bags, Henry, I'm taking you on a trip!"

Henry kept protesting but Calvin ignored him, The General went back to what he was doing.

"Ahh... young love," he said wistfully.

"Why are you doing this?" Henry asked in confusion as he stared at Calvin. He and Calvin were on a plane.

"To make it up to you," Calvin responded nonchalantly, he was looking at his phone and he smiled.

"Usually, people will just say sorry," Henry said, "Or do things that would satisfy the people they hurt...

Henry crossed his arms and looked out the window, he still felt guilty about his criminal past. After his pardon, he dropped his criminal past altogether. He had hurt a lot of people and destroyed lives. He had even hurt Rupert and Rupert hated him for it, however, Henry has apologized and Rupert has forgiven him.

"I know but I have teased you and made you upset," Calvin said gently, "So this is me making it up to you,"

"You know there are other ways to make it up to me,"

"Oh really? Like what?"

Henry thought for a moment, Calvin waited when a flight attendant came over to them. The flight attendant was a very pretty woman with auburn hair and brown eyes, she was wearing a typical flight attendant outfit and was wearing red lipstick. "Can I get you gentlemen anything?" she asked with a smile and a flutter of her eyelashes.

Henry frowned as Calvin smiled at her, he didn't like the way the lady was looking at Calvin and he didn't like the way Calvin smiled at her. He felt a dark feeling while Calvin told the lady they were fine, the lady left the boys alone. Calvin looked at Henry who was brooding, he frowned.

"Hey, Hen?" he asked, "Something wrong?"

Henry shook his head, he was lying but he wasn't going to tell Calvin about his feelings... well, not those feelings. Calvin didn't look convinced but he dropped the subject, he's going to ask him again later. A couple of hours later, the same lady came over to them and asked... well more like flirting to Calvin if he needed anything. Henry's mood darkened when Calvin said he wanted water, the lady smiled at him brightly.

Henry was getting jealous and he knew it.

The lady brought Calvin water and he thanked her, the lady put a hand on Calvin's shoulder which made Henry's heart dull.  

"Why are we here?" Henry asked while Calvin used the hotel key to open the door to their room and went inside. Henry closed the door as Calvin put down the bags, Henry looked around the hotel room.

The hotel room was nice and comfy, not like a motel room where the room will be filthy. Henry went to the hotel's window, opened the curtain, and looked out the window. He saw people in the city doing their thing and a lot of businesses doing their job. There were also a lot of neon billboards but they weren't lit up since it was daytime. Henry and Calvin were in Las Vegas.

"I still want to know why we are here since you didn't answer me and why Las Vegas," Henry said then he glanced at Calvin who was laying down on the bed. "What are you doing now?" Henry asked, annoyed.

"Resting on this comfortable bed," Calvin replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, he rested his hands behind his head. "And why do you think we are in Las Vegas?" he questioned with a smirk.

Henry was about to open his mouth when Calvin interrupted, "What do people do in Las Vegas besides gambling?"

Henry paused for a moment to think about Calvin's question, he thought for a few seconds until the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He stared at Calvin, mouth agape and Calvin's face said it all.

"Calvin Bukowski, this is going too far!" Henry shouted.

"Do you want to take my last night?" Calvin ignored Henry's shout.

Henry growled in frustration and crossed his arms, he glared at Calvin. Calvin was unfazed by Henry's glare, he was still amused at the fact that Henry looked like an angry kitten. Henry kept glaring at Calvin until his stomach growled, Henry's face went pink as Calvin stood up. Calvin strides over to Henry and stopped, he crossed his arms and kept smirking at him. Henry saw this and frowned, "What?" he asked.

"You're hungry?" Calvin questioned.

Henry looked away from him, refusing to talk to him but was kind of hungry.

"I'll take that as a yes," Calvin responded happily, he got out his phone and looked through an app. "I'm going to order us some sushi, okay?"

Calvin didn't wait for Henry to respond as he order some sushi for him and Henry. A couple of minutes later, the sushi arrived. Calvin set the sushi down on the table as Henry came over to him to look at the food, there were all sorts of sushi and Henry's stomach growled even more.

"Bon appetit," Calvin said and Henry smiled.

Henry was looking at his suit while Calvin was putting on his suit, he was reluctant to put on the suit.  Calvin was beginning to put on his dress shirt when he saw Henry staring at his suit, Calvin shook his head and went over to him. "Hey, put on your suit," he said huskily, "We leave in an hour,"

Henry shivered from Calvin's tone and turned around to see him shirtless, his face was a cherry red. He looked back at his suit as his face burned, he also felt another feeling that made his whole body shiver in delight. Henry quickly put on the suit and now was doing his hair.

They were at the chapel and both men were nervous as hell.

The minister was reading from the book in front of them, both men said their vows and they kissed.

They didn't go back to the hotel, Calvin wanted to hang out in a club. Henry didn't want to go to a club but he didn't want to make Calvin sad so he agreed. Henry only drank on special occasions, however, he just got married. So Henry was drinking lemonade with vodka while Calvin was drinking a beer.

They were sitting in a booth away from most bar patrons, most of the bar patrons were either drinking or dancing. Henry was looking at his wedding band and engagement ring, he still couldn't believe he was married now. He felt Calvin's arm around his waist, and he leaned on Calvin's shoulder. They sat at the booth for a while until a song came on that caught their attention.

" I hate it when dudes try to chase me

But I love it when you try to save me 'Cause I'm just a lady I love it when we play 1950 So cold that your stare's 'bout to kill me I'm surprised when you kiss me So tell me why my gods look like you And tell me why it's wrong So, I'll wait For you I'll pray I will keep on waiting for your love,"

Calvin stood up and held out his hand for Henry, Henry blinked then he shyly took his hand. Calvin led him to the dance floor and they started to slow dance.

"For you

I'll wait I will keep on waiting for you Did you mean it when you said I was pretty? That you didn't wanna live in a city Where the people are shitty I like it when we play 1950 So bold, make 'em know that you're with me Stone cold, will you miss me?So tell me why my gods look like you And tell me why it's wrong So, I'll wait For you I'll pray I will keep on waiting for your love For you I'll wait I will keep on waiting for your,"

They kept slow dancing, Henry's arms on Calvin's shoulders and Calvin's arms around Henry's waist. They kept getting closer as they smiled, they were also the only ones on the dance floor since some of the patrons noticed their attire and decided to let them have their dance. The patrons watched the married couple dance.

"I hope that you're happy with me in your life

I hope that you won't slip away in the night I hope that you're happy with me in your life I hope that you won't slip away,"

Henry put a hand on Calvin's cheek and Calvin's face went pink, "I hate it when dudes try to chase me

I love it when you try to save me 'Cause I'm just a lady So tell me why my gods look like you And tell me why it's wrong So, I'll wait For you I'll pray I will keep on waiting for your love For your love (For you) I'll wait I will keep on waiting for your,"

The song ended as the couple kissed, and everyone clapped, making the couple break apart and their faces burning. They both looked away from each other and went back to their booth. Everyone came to congratulate them and they were even more embarrassed.

Henry was looking out at the window, the city was so beautiful to look out since the neons were on. Henry looked over at Calvin who was asleep, he shook his head as he heard Calvin snore. He couldn't sleep. Why? He couldn't stop thinking about his feelings for Calvin, and something was poking at his back while he was trying to sleep.

"Henry?"

Henry jumped and turned around to find Calvin sitting up, Henry's face went scarlet.

Calvin got off the bed and went over to him, "What's wrong?" he asked in concern.

"Nothing, Cal," Henry responded, that was a lie, "Just go back to sleep."

Calvin crossed his arms and shook his head, "Nope, there is something wrong. After spending so much time with you, I can tell there's something wrong."

Henry frowned, he rubbed his arms awkwardly. He wanted to tell Calvin about his feelings but he didn't want to get rejected. Calvin noticed Henry didn't answer him, he saw Henry was anxious about something. Calvin smiled slightly, he loved Henry's anxious body language. Calvin's face went pink upon remembering their dance, after their dance, Calvin's feelings for Henry became stronger.

"Henry, please tell me what's wrong?" Calvin said desperately.

"Okay..."

Henry took a couple of deep breaths and stared at Calvin.

"Calvin I have to tell you something," Henry started, "It's important."

Calvin nodded, "I have feelings for you," Henry continued, "I know I shouldn't but it's true. I have fallen for you and it's all because of the prank..."

Calvin's eyes widened in shock, he didn't expect that. He was not complaining though since he was too happy, he also has feelings for Henry and it's not one-sided like he thought.

Henry kept rambling and Calvin saw an opportunity, Henry was so busy rambling that he didn't notice Calvin grabbing his chin and kissing him. Henry felt Calvin kissing him, Calvin's hands were on Henry's chin. Henry wrapped his arms around Calvin's neck and he was tiptoeing because he was short and Calvin was tall.

Calvin let go of Henry and both of their faces were red. Calvin cleared his throat, "I have feelings for you too...  I thought it was one-sided and I tried not to fall for you but after spending so much with you, I fell hard."

Henry's face went warm as Calvin pulled him closer, Henry put his hands on Calvin's chest. Calvin was buff and sometimes Henry hated it that he was a twink but he does love it when he gets put into dresses and skirts. "So what now?" Henry asked.

"Well, we confessed our feelings and it's late so we need to get some sleep," Calvin responded, he led Henry back to bed but Henry stopped him. "Before we go to sleep, do you want to take care of... that first?" Henry asked while pointing at Calvin's crotch area where... um... you get the picture.

Calvin was at first confused then he looked down where Henry was pointing at, his face went bright red as he looked up. "Oh..."

Calvin then gave Henry a smirk, "It's not my fault that my husband is so good looking,"

Henry wondered if blushing too much was unhealthy but his face changed into a smug look and sly went up to Calvin. He brought Calvin down to his eye level by pulling his pajama shirt, Calvin was bewildered at Henry's action but dropped it when he saw lust in Henry's eyes.

"Hmmm, we need to do something about that? Henry questioned in a seductive tone, "And you need to do your job as a husband,"

Calvin's brain connected the dots immediately and his eyes were now full of lust, "Oh? Maybe we should change that,"

Calvin picked up Henry and they both landed on the bed. Pajamas started flying off, moans filled the air, and skin pounding filled the air.

Henry woke up in the morning, feeling in bliss. He felt a hot breath and a pair of arms around him. Henry looked over his shoulder to see Calvin asleep and cuddling him. Henry smiled but felt a sharp pain in his backside, he groaned quietly and went back to sleep.

Konrad, Charles, Rupert, Ellie, June, and Victoria went to the cafeteria early. Konrad was still not happy about Calvin and Henry getting married, he was even angrier when Calvin and Henry went on a trip. Everyone went inside the cafeteria and they all jumped at seeing wedding decorations, Calvin wearing a tuxedo, and the General was talking to him. Konrad was confused as he went over to his brother, Charles and Rupert followed him.

"Bro, what the hell is going on?" Konrad exclaimed.

"And why are you wearing a suit?" Charles added.

"Victoria, call everyone here to the cafeteria, please," Galeforce said to Victoria. Victoria nodded and got out her comms. Ellie and June went over to the boys. "Calvin, what's going on?" June questioned. Just then, someone came over to them. Calvin saw Henry walking toward them and his smile went huge. Konrad saw the wistful look on his brother's face and followed the direction he was staring at, Charles did the same and his mouth went agape.

Henry was wearing a deep blue bride suit, his tie was sky blue, and his shoes were black. To top it all off, Henry was wearing a blue flower clip with a veil. He was also wearing a cape veil with the same color as his tie and was holding a blue and white bouquet. Henry's face was red because everyone was staring at him. Henry covered his face as Calvin went over to him, Calvin wrapped his arm around Henry's waist.

"Well, everyone," Calvin stated, as everyone else came into the cafeteria, "Let's get the wedding started!"

Moments later, Charles and Ellie were by Henry's side, and Konrad and Rupert were by Calvin's side. Galeforce was saying the vows and everyone else was sitting down on a chair.

"I may pronounce you man and husband," Galeforce finished with a smile, Calvin and Henry share their kiss while everyone clapped.  

The couple kept kissing but Calvin brought out a remote and he pressed the big red button. Confetti and strings came out from nowhere and a banner showed letters on them.

The banner says, "APRIL FOOLS!"

Everyone was confused as the couple stopped kissing, they turned to glance at everyone. "April Fools!" they said in unison.

Konrad blinked then his expression became annoyed, "I fucking knew it! I called it!" he said, "I knew this was a prank,"

Calvin and Henry laughed while everyone else was still confused, Calvin looked at his brother with a smile. "Well, the proposal was a prank, and the wedding... it's genuine," Calvin said softly as he took Henry's hand and kissed it.

Konrad and the others stared at the couple then it hit them. "Oh no... you can't be serious," Konrad said incredulously.

"You guys actually fell in love?" Ellie asked.

The couple nodded as they nuzzled each other, the girls squealed at the soft display while the boys were mostly happy. Konrad was grumbling but he accepted Henry as his brother-in-law and Charles glared at Calvin.

"Where did you guys go anyways?" Rupert asked, "You weren't here for a while."

"Las Vegas," Calvin responded happily, "We went there to get married, fell in love, and..."

Calvin's face went red upon memories of him and Henry's... activities that should not be mentioned because it's too risque. Charles noticed Calvin's face and he growled. "I'm going to kill you, Bukowski!"

Calvin started running and Charles chased after him, Henry and Rupert had to make sure Charles didn't kill Calvin while everyone laughed.

Best April Fool's prank ever.

A/N: This is so long... and I'm so tired... Also, guess the song.