#I just wanna slurp him up like a spaghetti noodle

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[professionallyyappinabtangst]

Made Me Dinner

TW - nothing AN - This was fun, once again- writing for Hush is always a challenge please let me know if I did him justice WC - 1023

This was requested by @professionallyyappin

There has always been something therapeutic about cooking. Whether it's a meal for yourself or someone else or even made to be enjoyed with others. Doc couldn’t help but smile as they chopped up the sausages. They didn’t prefer their sausages cut thick. Like when you are cooking pasta you wanna be able to slurp it up. 

And not choke on the meat. Or at least that's the way they saw it. They found themselves humming to an unfamiliar yet familiarized melody. Perhaps they’d heard from passer-buyers at the store. Maybe their annoying coworkers who knows? They found an oasis in the act.  

They placed the knife down as the water for cooking the pasta was now coming to a boil. They grabbed their angel string spaghetti noodles and contemplated. Not everyone eats a lot, would he even entertain the idea? With how curious he can be it was possible and that's all Doc needed to reason with themselves. 

They poured noodles into the boiling water, sprinkling a pinch of salt for flavor. However, that probably wouldn’t be enough; though taking into consideration his previous remarks of being sensitive, they didn’t want to overstimulate him. Since he made them dinner.. They wanted to return the favor. 

Though it's not like one can easily get magic from aria- and even if they could, how in the world would that be stored? There were so many things that could go wrong with the idea. And that's not considering the idea that they could get the magic from Aria. magic empowered, with pure magic doesn’t mix well. 

And personally, they didn’t want to unravel into magic. Just a personal preference. 

The spaghetti would have to do for now. 

While they waited for the noodles to loosen up, doc grabbed the sausages and placed them in another pan. When those were done cooking, they would add the tomato sauce. Then mix it all and they had yet to decide if they wanted to bake it. Did they have enough cheese for that plan? 

Why was cooking for people harder than it needed to be? Worst thought, what if he didn’t like cheese? Doc pushes their worries aside and decides to focus on the food. Whatever happens; happens you know? 

Doc grabbed one of the noodles, to do the simple stiffness test. And they were just about bordering slimy. They grabbed the strainer from under the cabinet and placed it in the sink. Before returning to grab the pot with a mixture of pasta, oil, salt, and water. Interesting combination right? Carefully they brought the obviously hot pan over to the sink. 

‘’ What are you doing? ‘’ 

Doc nearly dropped the pan. Yes, they were used to this but, it still invoked a reaction. You know cause and effect and all that jazz. 

‘’ I am cooking dinner. ‘’ they were almost finished at this point but that wasn’t relevant. ‘’ I thought we agreed you’d say make your present known. Or I don’t know use the door? ‘’ honestly they were tired of getting scared shitless. And would have been pissed if their dinner fell on the floor. 

‘’ I considered, figured appearing inside would be faster. ‘’ 

Doc rolled their eyes ‘’ yeah yeah.. Take a seat dinner will be done soon. ‘’ 

‘’ You Made Me Dinner? ‘’ hush was confused, he would get no nutritious value from human food. 

‘’ How? ‘’  

Doc grabbed the strainer a shook whatever stuck to the sides of the strainer as well as throwing out the noodles that just refused to cook. ‘’ by making do with what I had. ‘’ their response only confused hush more. 

What did they mean? They lacked the power to get- 

‘’ you’re overthinking it. ‘’ 

‘’ what? ‘’ 

‘’ the look on your face. I made regular food. That's all ‘’  Doc said bringing the strainer over to the pan that now contained the cooked sausages and tomato sauce. 

‘’ but- ‘’ 

‘’ yeah.. Yeah, you don’t need human food. I know.. But sit and talk with me.. I’ve missed you ‘’  Doc said with their back now turned from hush. 

That feeling was back, it wasn’t sadness.. Well, it was like sadness but different. He wanted to help, he didn’t want Doc to feel this way. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t want them to feel like this around him. Seeing them like this.. Made him feel something. 

He couldn’t think of the word. Usually, he had a never-ending amount of words, but right now the wells dried up. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice Doc making plates, or well their plate. 

‘’ are you going to stand there or..? ‘’ If he was going to stare at them; they’d rather he do it, from across the table. 

After a few moments of standing the eldritch soft boy made his way over to the table and took a seat. And said nothing, he just stared at them. 

Doc was accustomed to this; so they just started to chow down. This was pretty good, sucks they didn’t have enough cheese to bake it though. 

Cute. They looked cute.  

—-

‘’ what is that? ‘’ hush eyed the box suspiciously. 

‘’ a game.. I figured we could do one more thing before you disappear again. ‘’ a small smile crept on Doc’s face. 

‘’ and what game is that? ‘’ hush craned his neck to see the box, they were hiding behind their back. 

‘’ Scrabble. ‘’ 

What was that? Hush didn’t know, this was the first he’d ever heard of such a name. 

‘’ Scrabble? ‘’ he questioned, should he be worried? Well, he wasn’t in any actual danger, but he was still confused. Human things are confusing. 

‘’it's a word game ‘’ Doc said with a little laugh. They sat the box on the floor, right in front of Hush. So he could get a better view of the game. He looked at them word game. 

‘’ how do you play? ‘’ 

‘’Well, first we have to actually set the game up. ‘’ Doc couldn’t help but break into a smile. Yes, teaching him how to play was going to be a pain. Did they care? No, they got to spend time with him. 

They wanted to spend as much time as they could with him.

~~~~~

Taglist - @porters-fangs @sunsickcrab @achios @mokozroach @dawnofiight @ashertickler

[banannabethchase]

SPAGHETTI KISS RICKYDANNY

Spaghetto and Regretto

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Spaghetti Kiss - Two people eating spaghetti or noodles end up kissing each other because they were slurping up the same strand of pasta. No apologies for the title.

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“What’s next for the Red Death?” Ricky asks. Danny watches as he takes a delicate bite of his complicatedly named pasta dish, knowing he’s in public but not caring enough to be more discrete. “Are you going after Yuta again?”

“Well, probably,” Danny says, twirling the pasta around on his fork. “Just for fun. But I feel like the Pure Title is a little beneath me at this point.”

“Hey,” Eddie says, kicking his shin under the table. “Don’t be a bitch.”

“He’s not being a bitch,” Ricky says, and he shoots Danny the kind of grin that makes Danny want to perform. “He’s being accurate.” Ricky takes a bite of the pasta and levels Eddie with the eyes.

The only thing stopping Danny from getting under the table right now is the indecision of whose dick he’d put his mouth on.

“I knew it was a mistake takin’ both of you out at once,” Eddie grumbles to his chicken parm.

Danny shoots a grin at Ricky. “Hear that, baby?” he says. “Maybe that means we should be a little worse, just to make him regret it more.”

“Fuckin’ Christ.”

Danny feeds Ricky a bite of pasta then takes a bite himself.

And, he will swear until the day he dies, he didn’t do this on purpose.

But his final spaghetto is Ricky’s, and they end up kissing.

Eddie groans as Danny bites off the end and leans back. “You two plan that?” he asks. “This whole show a preview or something?”

Ricky shrugs. “Could be.” He puts his hand on Danny’s thigh under the table. “Why? You wanna see us be bitchy together?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Any time the two of you are together is you two being bitchy together.”

“And?” Danny asks. “You’ve never complained before.”

[cyborg-franky]

yaaaay!! \(:D)/

can i please request the chefs -Killer, Sanji, and Thatch- with a partner who likes to cook/bake for them? but it’s like… 85% cooked? slightly underdone? not hard, just slightly chewy?

those boys seem too kind to tell their partner they suck at cooking, so it takes someone out side of the relationship to tell them they suck at it. cue angry partner shouting full names across the boat at ask “have you really been eating undercooked pasta for me for months?”

the other day, my friend asked why i cook pasta “like that”. apparently it’s not all the way cooked and i just never knew that. i liked it :<

thank you in advance <3 #^^#

- tnt !!!

OMG I loved this so much, good request anon, you get a gold star and can always come again.

This kinda got REALLY long so Sanji kinda got left out, I am sorry <3

Thatch

You cooked for him often, you liked to give him a night off, show him you wanted to spoil him as much as he did everyone else.

He would smile brightly at you as he ate the food, you always missed the little grimace on his face as ate the undercooked food.

One day in the kitchen you were cooking for you and Thatch when Ace and Marco barged in. Ace was grabbing at things as Marco happily chatted to you like you hadn’t seen him an hour ago.

“ACE! Git!” you said, slapping the commander with a rolled-up dishrag as he stuffed a handful of pasta into his mouth, pulling a face and pushing Marco out the way so he could spit it out into a trash can.

“What the hell did you do to that? Respectfully.” Ace mumbled and grabbed a glass to get himself water.

“What was wrong with it?” you ask sadly.

“You always undercook food, I was going to warn Ace but he was faster than me yoi.” Marco said with a nod.

“Always?” Marco nodded again.

Thatch had been playing poker when he heard THATCHAL THATCHAMUS THATCHWARD NEWGATE you had no idea what his full name was but it still sent fear through him.

“You’ve been eating my undercooked food for months! Why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighed and rubbed his chin, playing with the beard before sighing in defeat.

“Your always happiest when you cook Pumpkin’ an’ I don’t wanna be the person that ruins that for you.” He said as he wrapped arms around you.

Killer

Oh lord, thank the fucking gods for his mask. He could just hide the food in the mask until later.

Just slurps up that undercooked under-seasoned spaghetti like a champ, and tries not to drown in the sauce as his mask fills up.

You smile at him, asking him how it is and he gives you the thumbs up while he dies inside the pasta prison of his own making.

It wasn’t until Killer was running late, busy helping with something that you decided to take the stress off of the dinner rush and started to make dinner.

Kid was the one that burst your bubble, the belief you were a good cook.

Opening his mouth and shoveling in a mouthful he pulled a face and opened his mouth letting the food fall out, everyone else doing something similar and you furrowed your brows.

“What the fucking shit is this?” Kid snapped and poked at the noodles with a fork as if the pasta was going to form into a rope and strangle him at any moment.

“What do you mean? Killer loves when I cook this for him..” you said feeling a little hurt.

“Bastards a lair, this is, I wouldn’t strangle my enemies with this, but it’s so tough I COULD.”

You realize all this time that Killer was being nice, saving your feelings.

He’s happily leaning against the railings when he hears the scream of ‘KILLER WHATEVER YOUR FULL NAME IS, I SWEAR’ and his soul leaves his body.

“Why have you been eating my bad food? Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked gripping his shirt and shaking him a little.

“I didn’t want to upset you or discourage you…” he said from behind his mask, brushing back your hair.

The gentle touch made you forget just how much you wanted to kick his ass.

[peachycheol]

| lost in translation |

➸ summary: jeonghan asks you to translate some of his fans’ comments, but you hadn’t expected them to be so... dirty.  ➸ genre: pwp  ➸ pairing: idol!jeonghan x english-speaking friend!reader ➸ warning: dirty talk, oral sex (m. and fem. receiving), face fucking, deep throating, cum swallowing <333, **the italicized comments are in english**  ➸ w.c: 2.6k

➸ author’s note: hi i’m alive!! i’m so sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long, but i kinda just lost my mojo for a little bit 😔  but worry not- i have experienced a reawakening and i am now more of a whore than ever so hopefully i can get back to posting more. i have a lot i have planned out, but i wanted to get a quick fic out to y’all as a BIG THANK YOU bc i reached so many milestones while i was gone 🥺 🥰 💕  i love you guys and i’m really glad ppl are reading my fics haha

this fic is based on the infamous jeonghan gym video, y’all know the one (thank you to @haechanblr​ for reminding me of it and helping me with this fic i love u so much!!). i was actually in the middle of writing this when hoshi decided to post his own gym video and PHEW. JEEZ. I’M STILL RECOVERING. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this one bc i really enjoyed writing it 💖 🍑 

[ foreversvt ] commented: I AM ON MY KNEES  [ yoon1004 ] commented: is it jeonghan’s birthday or is it mine [ happy bday angel! ] commented: YOON JEONGHAN ???? [ twinkluvr69 ] commented: grrr wanna slurp those noodle arms like spaghetti 

You continue scrolling through the comments left underneath the video, trying to keep your face composed as you come across more and more explicit reactions from fans all over the world. Seokmin had uploaded the video to Weverse as an innocent birthday prank for Jeonghan, but he probably had not anticipated just how horny their fans could get over a seemingly harmless video of Jeonghan doing some leg presses. To be fair to the fans though, you yourself had watched the clip several times and you would be lying if you didn’t say you were… affected. 

“Well? What are they saying?” Jeonghan leans over to watch you scroll, and you are acutely aware of the warmth of his arm pressing against yours. The two of you are sitting on the floor of  your living room with your backs resting against your couch, hanging out after a small birthday dinner with some of his other friends. As one of Jeonghan’s english-speaking friends, he had asked you to help him translate some of his birthday wishes before his day ended, though you’re not sure how to tell him that his fans are not exactly sending in wholesome professions of love. 

Instead, you decide to try giving him some tamer versions in the hopes of satisfying him before you get to anything too blunt. “This user says you have noodle arms, but I think they like it so it’s okay.” 

“Hey! I’ve been trying my best to get thicker, but not all of us can be born beefed up like Seungcheol.” 

“You asked me what they said!” you laugh. “Most of these are just birthday messages anyway-- I’m sure you don’t need me to translate ‘Happy birthday, I love you!’ a thousand times.” 

“Yeah, obviously I understand the more common phrases, but there’s so many that I don’t understand today for some reason!” Jeonghan huffs, then points to a comment that you had purposefully hid under your thumb. “Like okay, what’s that one say?” 

[ seungcheolswife ] commented: wow the way this video made my pussy clench,,,, 

“Uh,” you start, already feeling your ears go warm. Should you just lie? It’s not like he would be able to tell, right? You and Jeonghan are close, but not so close that you can just say these things to him. Especially when this comment may be hitting a little too close to home for you. Even now, you remember the bolt of arousal that shot to your pussy the moment you  heard Jeonghan’s first grunt of effort. You bite your lip. No, Jeonghan really didn’t need to know about that. “I-it says something like ‘you made their heart flutter’.”

“Wait.” Jeonghan takes a moment to scan your face before his eyes narrow at you suspiciously. You give him your best innocent smile, but you already know he’s caught you. You had always been a shitty liar. “What does it really say? Is it bad?”

You sigh. Of course he hadn’t bought it. “No, it’s not bad. I just don’t know if you want to hear stuff like this…” 

“Well now I have to know. Tell me exactly what it says.” 

“E-exactly?” You meet Jeonghan’s stern gaze and you know that there’s no convincing him otherwise. What Jeonghan wants, Jeonghan gets. “I-it says that the video made their p-pussy clench.”

After several beats of silence, you look over to Jeonghan to see he is completely unaffected by the comment. Or maybe he is. His eyes glint mischievously in the light when he responds.  “I said exactly, baby. Try again.” 

Your whole body feels hot under his smug, expectant gaze; you should be surprised by the sudden pet name, but it only makes your mind fuzzy with the beginnings of arousal. You swallow thickly, unable to disobey him. “T-this video made m-my pussy clench.” 

“So naughty… Just this short clip has your cute little pussy all needy,” Jeonghan clicks his tongue, but a knowing grin spreads on his lips. His words have you shifting in your seat in an attempt to relieve the dull ache setting in between your legs, though you don’t dare let it on. It’s clear Jeonghan is playing a game with you, and although you know you’re going to lose, you’ll be damned if you let him win so easily. “Let’s read some more, hm? Translate this one for me.”

[ daddy_hannie ] commented: omg i bet jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when he’s fucking 

The comment he scrolls to nearly makes you whimper. It’s embarrassing how clearly you can recall the sound of each of his low groans coming through the screen, how sexy he sounded. Images of Jeonghan on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed as he grits out desperate groans of pleasure, leave you in a daze while your panties quickly dampen with your arousal. 

“Go on.” Jeonghan’s firm tone only makes you squirm more, and this time he takes note of the way your breathing has gone shallow and how your eyes are already hazy. 

“I bet Jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when he’s fucking,” you say softly. 

Jeonghan chuckles, his breath tickling against your neck. “Now you’re just making me blush, sweetheart. I bet you’d make some pretty noises when I’m fucking into you too,” he muses casually. You finally let out a soft whine, tired of holding your breath as he moves to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“J-jeonghan…” 

“Hm, I think we should read a couple more,” the boy says, ignoring you and scrolling through more of the comments. You pout - your wetness has already soaked through your panties, your cunt just aching for his attention, but of course Jeonghan isn’t done teasing you. 

You’re wondering how long it will take for him to finally push your back to the floor and fuck you senseless when you spot a comment that might help you get you what you want quicker. ”I want to read this one,” you tell him, already rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. 

[ ~hanniehae!~ ] commented: god i KNOW your dick is big like PLEASE I WANNA SUCK UR DICK SO BAD

He raises an amused eyebrow at you, and you wait for him to stop you, biting back a smile when he doesn’t. You make sure to look him in the eyes when you say it, his own dark eyes telling you that he’s impatient for you too, and you nearly let it out in a whine from how much you mean it. “Please Jeonghan… I want to suck your dick so bad.” 

For a sliver of a  moment, Jeonghan goes rigid. Then, his smug smile returns as he brings up a thumb to tug on your bottom lip. “Mmm, such a pretty mouth saying such filthy words,” he sighs, shaking his head. “If you wanted to put it to good use, all you had to do was ask, baby.” 

Jeonghan chuckles at how eagerly you follow him as he moves to sit on the couch behind you, keeping his hold on your chin so that you keep your eyes on his. He has you kneel between his legs and you don’t waste any time in reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans. 

The man helps you tug his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock springing back against his stomach. Of course it’s pretty just like the rest of him. “You’ve been teasing me all this time, but you’re already this hard?” you whisper tauntingly as you lean forward to ghost your lips over the base of his shaft. 

Jeonghan’s shaky exhale does not go unnoticed by you, but his response comes out smooth as ever. “Could you blame me? You just looked so cute getting all worked up from saying all those dirty things about me. I bet your little panties are soaked through by now-- guh!” He lets out a surprised groan when you suddenly flatten your tongue against him, letting it drag slowly up to his tip. 

“You talk too much.” You look up at him with a smile before you wrap your lips around his leaking tip, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Teasingly, you swirl your tongue against his slit until you feel his hand thread through your hair, as though he’s begging you for more. You decide to be nice, lowering your mouth further down his cock, letting him feel the slide of your wet tongue on his sensitive skin. 

A soft sigh leaves his lips at the sensation, pleasantly carding his fingers through your hair as you take as much of him as you can. “That’s it. Good girl.”

His praise has you clenching around nothing, and you whine as you steadily begin to bob your head along his hard cock, reveling in how he would let out small whimpers whenever you would lightly suckle on it. 

Just as he gets used to the feeling of your mouth on him, you suddenly take him as deep as you can into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks tightly around his cock. “Oh, f-fuck!” Jeonghan lets out a strangled moan, his hips lifting from the couch to fuck further into your mouth. 

You feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, but it only spurs you on even more as you swallow around him, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy. At this point, a dull ache starts setting in your jaw and drool begins to messily slip from the corners of your mouth as you return to sucking him at a more steady pace, and you feel your pussy throb from how dirty it all felt. Though you and Jeonghan did flirt occasionally, he had always felt off-limits to you-- he’s an idol and you’re just one of his normal-person friends. But here you are with his cock in your mouth, all thanks to the horny thoughts of his fans no less. 

To their credit, they were right. Jeonghan does make the hottest sounds while fucking. He lets out another throaty groan from above you and, unexpectedly, he pulls you off his cock. His pupils are blown wide with desire, his chest heaving slightly as he looks at the state you’re in with your swollen lips and the drool on your chin. “Can I fuck your mouth?” he asks breathlessly. 

“Yes please,” you reply, voice already a little hoarse from your efforts. You shift back on your knees to make room for Jeonghan when he stands, opening your mouth obediently when he moves to slide his cock back onto your tongue. Jeonghan tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still as he starts to fuck into your mouth with quick, shallow thrusts. “Mmh!”

“Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” Jeonghan sighs appreciatively. You bring your hands up to grip at the backs of his thighs to keep yourself steady when his thrusts become a little more erratic, causing you to gag around him as his cock continues to hit the back of your throat. Still, all your focus remains on hearing more of Jeonghan’s pleasured groans, on seeing his face scrunch up in absolute bliss, so you keep your mouth open wide despite the tears that prick at your eyes. When Jeonghan looks down at you taking his cock, eyes glazed over and fucked out, he curses loudly. “Shit-- can I come in your mouth?” 

Unable to speak with your mouth stuffed full, you cutely give him a thumbs up. Jeonghan would have laughed if he wasn’t so close to cumming. With several more thrusts, he cries out a strained warning before his hot release fills your mouth. He rides out his orgasm, twitching in your hold as his pleasure bleeds into oversensitivity. Once he’s pulled out, you make sure to stick your tongue out so he can see how his cum coats your tongue right before you swallow it all down; all he can do is smile thinking about how he really should have fucked you sooner. 

“So good for me,” Jeonghan says to you softly, helping you up to your feet so that he can pull you into a heated kiss full of tongue and whimpers. You desperately grip onto Jeoghan’s shirt, pressing your body against him in search for some sort of relief for the arousal that is pumping through you and straight to your neglected pussy. He can’t help but smile against your lips. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you now.” 

You let him lead you to sit on the couch-- this time you are the one sitting on the edge of the cushions with Jeonghan’s head between your legs. He slides a hand over your clothed core, humming when he finds that you really have soaked straight through your panties. Just as you begin to squirm underneath his teasing fingers, he strips you of both your leggings and underwear in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him. 

The sight of him pushing your legs apart is enough to leave you in a daze. Your breath catches when you feel cool air brushing against your inner thighs, slick with your wetness, then it all comes out in a whine when you feel Jeonghan’s velvet tongue swipes at the spot for a taste. “O-oh!” a cry slips from your lips once his tongue finally slides through your folds. “Mmh!” 

“Does it feel good?” Jeonghan whispers, not bothering to wait for a proper answer because your broken moans tell him to keep going. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, eating you out slowly and deliberately as though he is savoring his favorite meal.

The room is filled with your soft whimpers and the lewd sounds of Jeonghan’s mouth working against your pussy and it only tightens the pressure in your stomach, causing your toes to curl. “P-please-- please let me cum,” you rasp out, and your eyes roll to the back, your hand clutching tightly at the back of Jeonghan’s head, at the feeling of his tongue flattening against your clit. “Ngh! Y-yes!” 

He skillfully flicks his tongue on your bud, shaking his head back and forth until his chin is absolutely covered in your juices. When your hips begin to move of their own accord, he lets you ride his face as you please, his cock twitching at how desperate you are for him. “S-so good,” you sob, only able to mutter unintelligible nonsense in your delirium. Then, he wraps his mouth around your clit, and you’re left squealing as your legs begin to shake from how obscenely good it feels. “Shit, I-- I’m--!” 

You come undone with a loud cry of Jeonghan’s name, your body going rigid from how hard your orgasm hits you. Jeonghan takes it all, his eyes closed as he works you through your release, only letting up when you slump away from him.

The both of you finally look at each other properly in the aftermath, chests heaving and hair wild. Suddenly you’re both erupting in giggles at the realization of what you two had just done. “What are you looking at?” Jeonghan asks, eyes bright as he smiles handsomely up at you. 

You reach down to swipe your thumb against his chin, which is still shining with your cum, barely able to contain your giggles. “Who’s got the dirty mouth now?”

[sashi-ya]

Congrats on your 200🎉😘 may I request n.13 for Killer and Kid + F s/o from the spicy list?

Hi!! thank u so much!! Well I hope I got your request correct! So basically the OS includes some Kid x Killer too, so I hope you like it!. Thank u for requesting and taking part 💖~

NSFW ~ Part 1 ~ Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both [Threesome]

Kinks:

🌶 #13: Threesome

TW: NSFW. M/M/F. Explicit. Threesome. Rimming. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Cum eating. I know I'm sorry

CW: 1.7K

A/N: Dear reader: I have another request similar to this one, that includes more kinks. So, if you want more from this relationship, I’ll be uploading a new story about it in a few days ♥ ~ PART 2 ALREADY UP ♥

“Y/N, you have to decide now. Who do you wanna keep fucking? Killer or me?”, shouts Kid at you while you and his blond best friend are sitting on the kitchen table. You don’t really want to choose, you want both, you don’t give a simple fuck about monogamy. But surely Kid does. He is just too possessive over you, and even if his brother is who fucks you once in a while, he is not willing to share his “property”. Or at least that was what you think…

“Oh come one, Kid. We are grown-ups already. I told you monogamy is not for me”, you tell him, with a calm tone, so typical of you. Killer keeps eating his spaghetti and remains silent. He has already stated that he is ok with whatever decision Kid and you may take.

Kid punches the table, he is angry, really angry. “Stooop, Kid. You are going to spill my drink”, you tell him as you didn’t know that could only light up the flames even more. “I’m over with this”, he says and walks away. He slams the door of his room and turns on the music on a level so high the windows tremble.

“Ah… goddamn he is acting like a teenager, come on”, you say while you place your head over the table looking towards Killer, who is already slurping the last noodle. “Aren’t you going to say nothing?”, you ask him. “I’ve already told you; you have to understand he is just a jealous little boy. We have already fought about the same girl before”, Killer says while taking his plate to the kitchen sink. “You did?”, you ask curiously -shouting because of the punk music that your redhead boyfriend is blasting in his room - “Yeah, until both of us laughed at her because she spilled her soup over his clothes, so she sent us to hell and never came back”, he says. “Well, I guess you have always been like a combo, right?”, and suddenly after those words came up from your mouth a great idea came to your mind…

“Kid turn down the volume, for God’s sake. I want to sleep!!”, you shout and knock on the door several times. “I’m not stopping until you decide”, he shouts from inside. “Ahhjjj….” you huff and walk away to your room.

Flopping down on bed, you keep thinking about that “idea” you had while chatting with Killer… “What if… what if… Kid, Killer and me…. Nah forget it”, you try to convince yourself because you know Kid won’t simply accept it. Yet the idea seems enticing and turns you on like hell. But Kid is a stubborn one, so you put on two ear plugs and soon you fall asleep.

You wake up in the middle of the night to some shouting that not even your earplugs can conceal. “Damn Kid”, you say and stood up from bed, before he decides to fight with his friend. “What the fuck is happening? it’s 2AM!”, you shout even louder than your tulip head man.

You found Kid and Killer with no shirts nor pants on whatsoever. Both of them are blushed as hell, only wearing boxers, both have on their faces smudges with red and purple lipstick, and none of them seems to explain what the hell is going on. And then the penny dropped. You take your hands to your open mouth, and with excitement start giggling. “No way. You are not… OH MY GOD!!! I knew it!” you scream while jumping in place.

“Y/N is not… is not what you think”, says Kid trying to excuse himself and remain as the manly heterosexual man in front of you. Killer, who was sitting over the kitchen counter with his long blond hair dishevelled, shakes his head softly as he was trying to warn you not to tease Kid with this. But you just don’t care. Kid kept pushing you with choosing in between him and Killer and now is fucking with him? Oh baby, hell no…

“So…”, you say with a perverse smile and walk towards Kid. He looks at you unable to speak and you softly caress his cheek. Kid gasps, and you stand on tip toes to finally kiss his mouth, lustfully, erotically. At first, he is kind of hesitant, but your tongue makes him lose any control.

Killer is still sitting over the counter looking at the erotic spectacle you two are giving and you slowly pull from Kid’s boxers. You walk backwards until your ass is pressed against Killer groin, while Kid keeps kissing you. One of your hands reaches back for Killer’s bulge, while the other is occupied on Kid’s one.

Your blond lover buries his fingers on the skin of your butt, while Kidd keeps kissing you like crazy.

This situation is turning the three of you on fire, and you are more than pleased about this happening. But you can’t help thinking about what was going on between Kid and Killer before you interrupted them, so, there is just a way to find out…

You slowly separate your lips from Kid and turn your head to Killer, you kiss him passionately. This time is Kid’s turn to look. When you are satisfied from the blond guy’s lips you look at both of them and your hands travel to Kid’s nape. Gently, you pull from him towards Killer’s face. Killer knows exactly what you are doing, and he is more than pleased to confirm it to you. When the red head realizes what your intentions are, at first struggles against it, but you mouth to him “It’s ok, this is pure pleasure babe” ... Finally the guys’ lips press onto each other, and a lustful making out session begins for them. This is heaven, you are so turned on because of this, you are enjoying this.

While they keep making out, you kneel in between their manly big muscular bodies and reach for both bulges. You pull down his boxers and let his members free. Your right hand grabs Killer’s and your left hand Kid’s. You alternate between kissing the tip of his dicks and then sucking both at the same time as they both come even closer to each other while they keep kissing. So delightful…

“Let’s go to bed”, says Kid and all of you agree. His bed is more than huge -for some reason- so the three of you would fit perfectly. You walk through the kitchen to the bedroom in between them while they undress you. Once in the room, Kid pushes you to bed and you lie there, looking like a prey to be devoured by two beasts.

They crawl into bed, on each side of you, and begin to kiss your neck. Your hands coup their faces as they leave marks all over your body. Kid reaches for your sex and fingers you while Killer delightfully sucks your nipples. You moan, loudly and squirm with each action they both take on your body.

Killer moves and places himself in between your thighs. Kid stands up, kneeling on bed, and offers you his sex for you to choke on it, while his friend devours yours.

Black tinted tears from your smudged makeup run through your cheeks when you gag onto Kid’s dick, your broken moans are being suffocated by the intense pounding of his member on your throat, and Killer’s long fingers penetrates you, hitting that sweet spot that soon will make your legs be trembling.

But this is just the beginning, soon, Killer starts fucking you and Kid face sits you, while both of them make out once again. Your mouth keeps playing with Kid’s anatomy, back and forth, devouring everything he has, the base of his dick, his sack and even his rear entrance. “Is he willing to be penetrated too?”, you wonder, and the idea makes you even more horny.

Kid moans with his lips pressed against his blond friend, and while he does, he massages your breasts, occasionally playing with your nipples. Killer deep thrusts are leaving you on the verge of climax. And when you do, Kid also cums from the rimming of your playful tongue. His sweet sticky orgasm ends up all over your stomach.

The redhead stands up, and looks at the mess he made of you, and while he recovers, Killer also cums all over your stomach. An evil smile garnishes your face as you tell them “clean my body with your tongue”. They are hesitant at first, but babe, they are up for everything. They will probably be regretting this tomorrow, but tonight they just simply don’t care, and of course they do as you told. His tongues softly licking their cums over your belly, making yourself feel like a holy plate with the most gourmet preparations. Your fingers brush their hairs until you are completely clean. “Good job guys”, you tell them, and they are all ready for round two.

“My turn”, says Kid while grabbing you by your hips and making you turn around. You quickly place yourself on all fours waiting for that tulip head to plunge deep into you. He starts fucking you while Killer rests a little bit on bed. Your insatiable self looks at him and asks for kisses. He slowly crawls next to you and starts kissing you, and for doing so he has to be on all fours too. Nothing escapes your imagination, and you have already planned how Kidd would be fucking Killer too. “Kid, now you have him too. Fuck your friend, Kid”, you tell him while he keeps pounding you. Kid grunts and says “Bro, take the lub”. You widen your eyes. “LUBE? HA!”. They’ve been fucking the whole time? you laugh in between moans. “This is just surreal boy”, you tell them. But what happens next gets you even more impressed…

The lube wasn’t for Killer, but for Kid... And while he keeps fucking you hard, Killer preps his friend. “OH GOD!” you scream. “Shut up”, says Kid as fucks you even harder and gets one breast squeezed on his hand. Soon Killer fucks the hell out of Kid, while he does the same to you. Moaning, grunting, whining, your bodies release the accumulated pleasure into intense orgasms that fill each other's cavities… ~

[mikkomacko]

Sweet As Honey 18

Hello everyone! Here she is! Thank you all so much for being so patient with me and this chapter. I hope it lives up to the hype and the wait lol. I'd also like to say that I will still be writing and finishing this series as well as my other in progress ones. However, I'm currently feeling like I'm not that interested in Harry right now and I feel like it's mostly all the drama and everything going on with him right now so updates will be slow. Also I've changed my theme to a Marvel x One Direction theme because I've decided to take one of my Bucky Barnes plot and actually publish it. I'll still post Harry because of course I love him but he won't be the main focus of this blog anymore.

Thanks for waiting and reading. Hope you enjoy the chapter! X

Harry's good under pressure. At least looking from the outside in, he is. It's a skills he's picked up from boxing. Always pretend you know what's going on. No surprises, no shocks. If he's in a fight and his opponent is stronger or faster than he originally thought, he doesn't show it. Acting like it was expected, like he planned it rattles others and helps him maintain his grace.

He keeps that same approach when it comes to interviews.

Liam meets him outside the gym, waving with a bright smile that Harry just smiles at, shocked to find his trainer in the parking garage rather than the ring.

"What's going on mate?" Harry greets, trying to step around him to get to the stairs but Liam halts him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Gotta reporter here who wants to chat with you about recovering from your concussion and reaching the finals."

His tone is laced with hesitance, lips pursed in suppressed grimace and Harry doesn't blame him. Liam knows how much Harry hates interviews. They're his least favorite part of the job. He's here to box and get paid, to provide for his family, not to tell the world every detail of his life.

"Oh," Harry mumbles, shrugging and stepping up to the door. "Alright. Only for a few minutes though, wanna get home a little early today."

If Liam is surprised by Harry's ease he doesn't show it. "Got something going on?"

Harry follows Liam inside, nodding to Mark at the front desk. "Y/n has just been exhausted lately and Arlo can't spend a second alone without screaming bloody murder. Just want to be there to make sure she's resting and Arlo's not being a pest."

"He's your son, of course he's being in a pest."

The comment leaves too much pride in Harry's chest for him to even care that Liam just insisted he himself is a pest. Besides, Harry knows he's clingy and a little too attached but that's just how his relationship with y/n is, and they love it.

In his private locker room,Harry finds the reporter, a young girl who can't be too far out of undergrad with dark hair and a bright red lips. She's sat on the bench, a notepad on her thigh and her phone resting next to it.

"Hello Mr. Styles." She greets, shaking his hand when he approaches her. "I'm Rebecca Weese."

Harry takes a seat next to her, nodding. "Nice to meet you. I don't have a lot of time today but I can answer a few of your questions if we can make it quick." He smiles guiltily, hoping to not come off as rude.

She nods, immediately glancing down at her notepad and crossing some things out. Harry assumes they're questions she's decided aren't important enough. "Is it ok if I record this? Just sound of course."

Again, he nods, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie as he waits for her to begin. Tapping at her phone, she places it between them to catch both voices and then scans her notes again.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you've only been boxing for a few years, right?"

Harry shrugs. "I trained a lot when I was teenager, worked under Ted until he decided to bring me up to the pros. Was about 20 I think when that happened." He tries to stay vague, knowing he can't tell the public that his "training" was an illegal boxing ring.

"Five-Six years is a short amount of time to be included in a tournament like this one. Most contenders are well into their careers before being qualified to participate. What do you think has been the main factor in your success?"

Routine question, and he's got a routine answer. "I was fortunate enough to figure out early on that boxing is what I wanted to do and I think that helped out a lot. I also got a very good team behind me. My trainer, manager, my wife, they're all the main factors in my success. I'm very grateful to have them."

Rebecca smiles a bit, jotting down a few words. "Does your wife work in the industry?"

It's her casual tone, as if she were a friend just wanting to hear him brag about his lover that has him answering so honestly.

"No she works in design but I met her early in my career and she's always supported me. Takes care of me after bad matches and whatnot, always comes to my fights even if it means being on her feet for hours. Which isn't exactly her favorite thing at the moment with the baby-"

Harry stops, eyes widening a bit at what he's just revealed. Part of him wishes desperately that Rebecca didn't hear him but he knows that's impossible.

"I didn't know you're a father," she says kindly, sensing his panic. "Do you want to talk about it more or should I scratch that part?"

He doesn't know what makes him say it. A year ago he'd have fled the room if he were questioned about his family. Harry likes to keep them separate, to keep his kids away from his boxing. It's possibly a small part of him that's conditioned to keep his work a secret from his family even if he doesn't have to. But Rebecca's offer to drop the whole topic is what breaks him.

"S'ok," he says "I've got a son that's about a year old and another on the way."

Her eyes light up, beaming at him and he grins shyly but somehow proudly at the same time. "That's awesome. Congrats. I know your son's young but does he have any part in your career? Influence maybe?"

"He doesn't watch any of my fights or anything. Too young to be around violence like that but he does affect my fighting in a way. I used to go into boxing with just the mentality that I'm doing something I love, but now I've got the added success. A win means more support for my family and I want them to always have what they need so I've got sort of an edge there."

"Like having something to fight for?" She confirms, and Harry nods immediately.

"Yeah. I'd do anything for them and I think that makes me a bit dangerous in the ring."

No matter what, he'll always be fighting for them. Everything he does is for y/n and his boys.

~

The house smalls of tomato sauce and pasta when Harry walks in, mouth instantly watering and stomach rumbling. He had a light breakfast this morning before going to the gym and now that's he burnt off all that energy he reckons he could eat a horse. Dropping his keys on the table in the entryway, toeing off his sneakers, and dropping his gym bag to the floor, Harry makes a beeline for the kitchen. He's so caught up in wanting to eat he doesn't notice the TV playing a Disney movie or the two figures sprawled out on the couch until one of them is calling for him.

"Daddy!" Arlo's head pops up over the cushions, dimples sunk into his cheeks and eyes bright. Harry immediately changes course, coming up behind the couch and meeting Arlo's outstretched arms.

"'Ello bug," Harry greets, smacking a kiss to his cheek. Arlo coos happily, curling up against Harry's shoulder. Y/n is watching them with a small smile, a hand resting easily over the stretched fabric of his tee-shirt she's wearing. "And hello darling." He leans over the back of the couch to press a crooked kiss to her lips.

"Hi baby," she sits up, smiling dreamily at him. "How was the gym?"

Harry shrugs, adjusting Arlo on his hip. "Was good. I had an interview today about finals and....stuff." Her eyebrow quirks up at his hesitancy to continue.

"What stuff?"

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Harry drops his gaze to Arlo. "You, Arlo, the baby." She doesn't respond immediately and he knows it’s because she’s trying to analyze him. He's fairly private about his family, especially his children and the only reason he'd informed the world of Arlo was to get people off his back about leaving y/n, so he knows she's probably confused by his ease with talking about the new baby.

"How'd it go?" She asks, pushing herself up from the couch with a hand on her belly. Without hesitation Harry reaches out to place his free hand over hers, moving her with him towards the kitchen. "Where are we going?"

"M'starving darling," he says and his stomach grumbles in agreement, making Arlo gurgling back and nudge his foot into Harry's tummy. "But interview went well. Announced the pregnancy."

"You did?" She questions, perching herself on the counter stool with wide eyes. "Seems a bit early compared to Arlo's announcement."

Managing as best he can with one free hand, Harry retrieves a bowl from the cabinet and serves himself a heaping mountain of spaghetti. "Just came out if m'being honest," he shrugs, settling into the stool next to her with Arlo still glued to his lap. "'sides it's different this time. He was my first baby and I was scared."

He doesn't realize that she's fallen silent until he's slurping back noodles and she doesn't scold him. Curiously, Harry rotates just enough to look at her. Y/n is staring at him, eyes big and moony when he mumbles a suspicious "wha'?"

"You were scared?"

Swallowing down his food, he nods. Her intent gaze brings a blush to his cheeks and he has to drop his eyes to peer down at Arlo. "Y-yeah. Didn't know if he'd like me as his dad, ya know?"

Harry's never said those words out loud, now that he's come to think of it. Whenever something's pertained to Arlo, Harry was always the positive reinforcement, the one reassuring y/n about them stepping into parenthood. He never really told her how much it scared him because he didn't want to scare her.

"I-I didn't know that," she mumbles. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He shrugs, lifting his gaze from Arlo to y/n. "Because I wanted to be a good dad. Ya know, like the kind that can kill spiders and scare aware bad dreams.....Just wanted to be strong I guess."

He doesn't say it, but he knows she's picked up the fear he won't acknowledge. He doesn't want to be his dad. His father was great but the sad thing is, everything great about him was brought out by alcohol. Des needed that poison to combat his own fears and insecurities, and Harry doesn't want to be like that too. He doesn't want to leave his kids the same way he was left.

"Being scared doesn't make you weak Harry."

She leans over to press a tender kiss to his jaw, belly brushing against his side, and he thinks about those words for the remainder of the day.

~

Crouched down, Harry steers the shopping cart with one hand and guides Arlo along with the other one. By the way he's trudging along, Harry knows Arlo is getting tired of walking. It's good for him to practice though, so Harry leads him along for another few minutes before scooping him up in one arm.

"Did so well bug." Harry compliments, pecking Arlo's cheek. The toddler curls up into his chest, yawning. It's a bit difficult steering the cart with one hand but Harry manages, steadily making his way up and down each aisle. He gets baby cereal for Arlo, a couple bags of puffy hot Cheetos to stash in the cabinets, and he's stocking up on y/n's latest craving (spaghetti-o's and meatballs) when a familiar face rounds the corner.

Zayn is pushing a cart filled groceries, eyes scanning up and down the shelves and Harry curses under his breath. The last person he wants to see right now is Zayn. Last time they had a run in he said something that bothered y/n and Harry never wants anything to bother his girl.

In an attempt to hide, Harry pulls his hood up over his head, shrinking into his pullover and craning his neck to not make eye contact with his old friend. Grabbing a few cans of the fake pasta y/n is living off of, Harry sets them in the cart and quickly walks down the aisle. A man who looks a few years older than Harry moves towards him, stepping around Zayn and in front of Harry's cart.

"Excuse me," the man stops him, gaze dropping to the boy against his chest for half a second before regretfully meeting Harry's eyes. "m'so sorry to bother, didn't notice the little one-"

"It's fine." Harry cuts off, glancing at Zayn to make sure his back is still to them. It is and Harry relaxes a bit at that, but his curiosity grows. "How can I help you sir?"

The man smiles, grateful. "I just wanted to tell you that m'son and I are big fans and we're excited for your fight this weekend."

Harry knows he has fans, he's run into a few around the city but they're usually teens and kids that want an autograph. He's never had a grown man approach him about his career and it's odd. Flattering, but odd.

"Thanks man. I really appreciate your support." Harry says sincerely, smiling. The man nods in response, taking a step away from Harry. He moves to leave but stops last minute, turning back to Harry.

"Congrats on the baby news too." He says quickly, almost shy or embarrassed. Before Harry can even thank him, the man is rushing out a "have a good day" and then he's moving down the aisle.

Confused, Harry stands there for a moment trying to figure out what happened. He knew announcing the new baby would bring more attention to him in the media and he's not surprised that that man, who's clearly a fan, had already heard it. He is surprised that the man seemed almost scared to admit to Harry that he knows.

"Harry?"

Fuck.

He looks up, meeting the golden eyes that could only belong to Zayn. Harry doesn't even bother trying to smile at his old friend as he stands in front of Harry's cart. A lady maneuvers around them, murmuring a soft "excuse me sir." Harry scoots his cart over, smiling apologetically.

"How have you been man?"

Harry's gaze returns to it's impassive expression, glancing over Zayn's too-bright presence. "I've been good." Harry responds, moving Arlo to his other arm when he starts to lose feeling in his fingers. The movement draws Arlo out of his nap-like state, the toddler now noticing Zayn standing in front of them. Immediately his face scrunches into a look of annoyance.

If Zayn notices, he must not care because he smiles at Arlo, teeth dazzling. "That's good to hear. Congratulations on the baby, by the way! Saw the article up front. S'amazing!"

Article? Harry lips are just starting to form his question when his phone rings, the tune specific to y/n. "Sorry, gotta take this." Harry says in Zayn's direction, digging into his pocket and retrieving his phone. He hits answer before Zayn can even respond.

"Hi darling."

Harry wiggles Arlo into the basket. "Hi H. You still at the store?"

He pushes the cart down the aisle, not caring that he's left his old friend hanging. "Yeah I am. What's up"

The sound of a running faucet comes through the speaker. "Forgot to add yogurt bites to the list. Arlo ate the last of 'em last night and ya know how he is if he doesn't have any before bed."

Harry snorts, steering towards the baby food aisle. Arlo has fallen in love with yogurt bites and they've become his snack before bed. Harry thinks he shouldn't be having them every night and he'd tried to tell Arlo that two nights ago, but Arlo is a stubborn thing. He screamed his head off, ignored Harry's attempts at giving him fresh fruit instead, and then only calmed down after y/n nursed him.

"I'll grab 'em darling. No worries." He assures, tossing a couple bags of the bites into the cart. "Anything else?"

"Do we still have the old flower vases from our wedding in the garage?" She asks.

"Umm, I think so. You expecting flowers from a secret lover or something?" Harry jokes, eyes catching on a pack of bibs hanging in the aisle.

"Not unless you've got a trick up your sleeve Styles." She retorts.

He tosses a pack into the basket. "Buy you a whole flower shop if that's what ya want darling." Arlo grumbles from the baby seat of the cart, tiny fingers coming up to play with the rings on Harry's fingers that are locked around the steering bar.

"Don't worry about that, we've got enough flowers." Y/n laughs and he can hear her moving around the house. "Three bouquets just arrived with congratulations cards."

"What?"

"Guess the baby announcement was well accepted." She says. "We're getting lots of flowers for it."

Pushing towards the checkout, Harry frowns in confusion. "Got stopped by a fan today for the same thing. Can't believe it's such a big deal."

"Well you're more known now than when we were having Arlo." She reasons, and Harry hums his agreement. He passes the self checkouts, freezing when he spots numerous copies of his face on the ends of the aisle.

"Holy shit," he breathes, not even thinking about the innocent ears before him. Y/n gasps through the phone, scolding him for his language. "Sorry darling, s'just I'm bloody plastered all over the grocery store."

He reads over the cover of the sports magazine. It's got a big photo of him in the ring, gloves held up to his chin and jaw tight around his mouth guard. Next to it is a photo of him and y/n leaving a big fight awhile back. She's got her head down, hand snug in his as he leads her along. And written in bold yellows is "Harry Styles Expecting Baby #2 As He Prepares for Biggest Fight Yet!"

"They put me on the front page." He tells her, not bothering to flip open the article before he's quickly moving away from the display. "Why would they do that?"

When he did that interview, he thought it'd be a small, breezy section in the magazine. If he had known he'd be getting stopped in the grocery store and flowers sent to his house he wouldn't have said anything. As previously mentioned, he's a private guy, so having this detail projected in a way he wasn't warned about makes his stomach twist uncomfortably.

"It's alright Harry," y/n says reassuringly, knowing that he's become anxious at the publicity. "No harm done. It's just flowers bub and as long as we've got those vases in the garage, everyone will survive."

He chuckle weakly at her joke, picking an aisle so he can quickly checkout and go home. "Don't go digging around for them by yourself, don't need ya falling and getting hurt. I'll help ya when I get home."

"Aw my hero." She coos, and he knows she's teasing but it still makes him blush. God he loves her.

~

"Those bloody things are making my nose itch." Harry grumbles, aggressively rubbing the palm of his hand into his burning nostrils. He glares at the bouquet of peonies on the dresser, a gift from y/n's co-workers, and moves towards the bed.

Y/n is propped up against the headboard, a pair of his pajama bottoms on her legs but her shirt has been abandoned on the carpet by the bed. Arlo is attached to her hip, mouth latched to her nipple and she's stroking through his soft hair while he breastfeeds. Harry's heart throbs in his chest, warmed by the sight of his wife coddling their baby, and he's so fucking in love with her he's anxious to get Arlo into bed so he can have his way with her.

"I can't just throw them out, H." She sighs, pulling her gaze from the television to his pouty face. He huffs, running the damp towel in his hand through his hair one last time before haphazardly tossing it towards the closet. Kneeing his way up the bed, he curls into y/n's side and smiles when she tucks her arm around him.

"Stroke my hair too?" He mumbles, peering up with puppy eyes and she giggles before threading her fingers through his hair too. Arlo gurgles around a mouthful, bright green eyes opening to look at Harry. He worries for a moment that Arlo is going to get fussy and kick him away, but the toddler just blinks at him sleepily.

"Tha's ma boy." He coos fondly, squirming a hand over to pat Arlo's full tummy. Y/n giggles and continues to stroke his hair, Harry watching Arlo slowly be soothed to sleep. "Lemme get him to bed darling."

Grunting, he pushes himself up from the mattress and too his feet. Y/n transfers Arlo to his awaiting arms, swiping at the milk that dribbled out of his snoring lips and onto her skin. Harry leans down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Wanna have a shag when I get back?"

A shocked laugh bursts out of her, Harry's face lighting up at the sound as his heart swells. He was trying to be a bit silly, not enough to have her eyes crinkling like that, but he's happy she finds him funny.

"Sure baby." She breathes, still grinning. His stomach flutters, excitement bubbling in his belly and he nods quickly before moving across the room.

Arlo stays cuddled into Harry's neck as he flicks on the nightlight in the nursery and adjusts the blankets in the crib. Theo watched Harry from his bed in the corner, sleepy puppy eyes following his every move. He lays Arlo down, gently shushing him when he store and tucks Bunny into his side. With a peck to his head and a quiet "good night bug," Harry partially shuts the bedroom door and rushes back into the bedroom.

Y/n has already kicked off her bottoms, leaving her naked on their sheets and Harry groans as he works to catch up with her. His shirt is playfully tossed at y/n's grinning face, Harry laughing as he wiggles out of his sweats. Naked as the day he was born, Harry jumps onto his knees at the bottom of the bed.

A laugh bubbles out of y/n when the whole bed shakes under his weight, clearly amused at how excited he is. She must be just as excited though because she quickly leans forward to cup his face, attaching their lips and bringing him back down to the pillows with her.

"Wanna be on top," he mutters into her mouth, ghosting his hand down her tummy and tickling his thumb over her clit. "f'that's ok?"

"Mmm," she hums, happily "too tired to top anyway."

Harry seals their lips together again, using his knees to spread her thighs a bit further apart for him. Her palms smooth down his sides and around to his back, a breathy moan interrupting their kiss courtesy of his fingers. Harry utilizes the chance to break away and snag a pillow from his side of the bed, urging her hips up by tapping the fluffy thing against her side. She lifts, and he settles it under her lower back and bum to prop her up. Luckily for him, he's had a lot of practice getting around a baby bump for a shag.

Settling between her thighs, Harry giggles when she wraps her legs around his hips and tugs him closer. His body hovers over hers, love-sick smiles a breath away from meeting each other, and he drags his fingers through her folds, groaning at how slick she's become.

"Don't even have to try anymore do I?" He teases with a wolfish smile, capturing her lips just as she rolls her eyes. Giggling, he leaves soft kisses across her cheek, heading towards the base of her jaw.

"S'the baby's fault honestly." She argues, her fingers disappearing into the damp locks sticking to the back of his neck.

He hums, smirking against her skin. "Is it?"

With a small tug she's pulling him back up to her mouth. "Yeah. Gets me revved up all the bloody time. I don't know what you're putting in there mister but it's exhausting."

Harry laughs quietly, nipping at her bottom lip. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take care of ya. S'my problem after all, isn't it?"

Y/n nods, biting back a grin as Harry grips his cock with the fingers that had previously been fondling her. Chest to chest, Harry smiles at the feeling of their stomachs pressed together as he guides the head of him into her slit.

The sigh that puffs out of her chest sends a zip of pleasure up his spine, as if she'd been partial without him and the pure relief of just having him in her is all she could ever want. Harry hums appreciatively, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in how warm and gooey she is for him. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to have her this desperate for him and his touch.

"Oh it's so good darling," he mumbles to her, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. He pulls his hips back, breath stuttering when he easily slips forward again.

Y/n moans softly, dropping one hand to the small of his back as if guiding him. "So so good H." She confirms in a whisper, her voice tickling his ear and he squirms with a small laugh at the sensation.

Harry's soft with his movements, cautious of the baby between them and the one sleeping down the hall. Even the kisses he places on her jaw and lips are tender, small brushes between their confirmations that he "feels so good" inside her and she was "made for being wrapped me huh?" And Harry thinks nothing ever been truer. Her arms were made to hold him, her hands were made for pulling him closer and closer, and her heart was made to completely consume his.

Y/n reaches her high before him, rolling her hips up to try and quicken his but he maintains his sensual thrusts, stroking her temple as she trembles and gasps, clinging to him in every way possible. There's something about how quick she falls apart for him when she's pregnant and how utterly earth shattering it is for her, that it completely obliterates any sense of stamina Harry's ever had. He couldn't care less when he follows shortly after, grinding down into her heat as his cock twitches and buries deep in her walls. She's the one stroking his temple this time, and he knows she's watching his eyes scrunch shut and his gaping mouth curl into a breathy laugh as he comes.

Maybe it's the lingering anxiety that washed over him at the grocery store, but when y/n kisses him and gently nudges him off of her so she can go pee, Harry's desperate as he grips her hand and pouts, practically begging when he asks "can I get back in ya after? Just to fall asleep darling?"

Of course she nods, brushing sweaty curls from his forehead to soothe him and just like that he already feels lighter. He never has to sorry with her, because they were made for loving each other.

~

"Oh fuck!"

"Would you stop being so loud! It's 8 in the morning!"

"Can't help it, darling."

Harry tightens his hold around y/n's thighs, dipping his tongue back into her slit and groaning loudly despite the warning she's already given him this morning. She tugs on his hair scoldingly, drawing a pained hiss out of him. Harry brings his teeth up to her clit, nibbling in retaliation. A pained hiss of her own leaves her lips, cut off by a soft moan as he soothes his tongue over the spot.

Grinding her hips up into his mouth, Harry can't help but push his own into the mattress and a deep groan escapes him as he does so. Huffing, y/n scolds him again for being too loud when they've got a sleeping child one room over.

"Stop yelling at me so I can make you cum." He purrs, lips brushing over her clit. Their eyes meet over the curves and dips of her body, Harry smirking when she raises a prodding eyebrow at him. He kisses her thigh just once, lapping his tongue through her slit and he's just reaching her most sensitive spot when the beginning stirs of Arlo waking up break through the baby monitor.

Simultaneous groans leave both their mouths, this time of frustration. Harry pouts, knocking his forehead on y/n's hip bone and shaking his head.

"I told you Styles." Y/n teases, stroking through his hair for a second. He can't even think of a rebuttal before Arlo is calling out softly for her, and she's pushing up from the bed to get dressed.

"Take care of that while I take care of this." She calls as she disappears through the door, snickering softly and leaving him there desperate for her. But then again, when is he not desperate for her?

~

Hey man, hope I'm not being a bother. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for a drink Friday or something?

-Z

Harry stares at the message, wondering why Zayn would sign it when the Instagram handle is clearly him. He also wonders why the hell Zayn is trying to hang out with him now.

It's a sunny day, the air outside relatively warm for March so Harry slipped a sweater on Arlo and brought him out to the backyard to play. They're sat in the grass, Arlo between his legs as they teach Theo to play fetch. Arlo's gotten good at tossing the chew toy himself, so Harry used the free time to start clearing out the congratulations messages he's received on Instagram.

"What's the matter H?"

Harry locks his phone, tilting his head up and squinting into the sun as y/n stands over them. She's got a bowl of puffy hot Cheetos in her hand, cradling them as if they were a precious gem as she settles into the grass with them.

"Nothing," he mumbles, pecking her temple when she leans into his side. "just got a weird text from Zayn. He wants to hang out."

Crunching through a chip, she hums. "Did you know he lives here?"

She lifts up a Cheeto, offering it to him. Harry gladly takes it between his teeth, pulling it from her fingertips and crunching down on the puffy chip. Swallowing, he shakes his head.

"Ran into him at the store once around Valentine's Day," she says, eyes watching Arlo dig his stubby fingers into the dry grass. "Was trying to talk to me about you I think but your son threw a fit and I was too busy to care honestly."

"Really?" Harry asks, perking up at the idea of Arlo throwing a tantrum to keep people away from y/n. That's the only time he'll agree with such actions. "Taught him well then haven't I?"

Rolling her eyes, she elbows him. "If you're son grows up to be rude I'm going to kick your ass Harry Styles."

Laughing, he steals a chip from her, locking his phone and dropping it to the grass. Arlo, interested in the device, crawls over to pick it up.

"Wouldn't expect anything less darling." He says, reaching over to swipe his phone to the camera so Arlo can snap random pictures.

"What are you going to do about Zayn then?"

"Suppose I should see what he wants, yeah?"

Y/n shrugs but Harry can read the look on her face easily. She's always silently encouraged him to face things that need mending or fixing, and his past with Zayn is one of those things.

"S'done then," he laughs, pinching her side affectionately. "I'll figure out why he's so obsessed with me."

She laughs, throwing her head back and scrunching her nose in the way makes him want to stare at her forever. "Think it's that one he's obsessed with. Look how cute he is."

Harry follows her line of sight, smile growing at the sight of Arlo making faces at himself in Harry's camera.

So bloody cute.

~

"Are we gonna be besties? I think we're gonna be besties." Niall states, swinging an arm around y/n's shoulders. He's on his third beer of the night already and Harry hasn't even made it to the ring yet. Y/n just laughs, continuing to maneuver tape around Harry's fingers but he's not as kind.

Casting a glare at the Irish man, Harry calls out to Gemma. "Get your leprechaun off of my girl before I use him to warm up."

Niall isn't really phased by the words, only pouting softly at Harry's steel gaze but Gemma is quick to rush over and pull Niall up from the couch by his hand.

"Come on babe, let's go find our seats." She coos to him, sending Harry an apologetic smile. He waits for her and Niall to turn their backs before chuckling softly. Y/n pinches at his wrist.

"Be nice to Niall. I really like him."

"Oh you really like him, huh?" Harry huffs, nudging his knee against hers. She rolls her eyes, giggling when he slips his free hand around her waist and pulls her into his lap. "Please tell me how much you really like Niall darling." He requests, shoving his face in her neck and playfully biting at her throat and shoulder. Just as he'd expected, she giggles and squirms, Harry having to wrap her up in a bear hug to keep her from sliding right off his thigh.

"Harry! Stop!"

He laughs with her, moving up to bite at the apples of her cheeks and her nose, growling as if he were a rabid beast. His freshly taped knuckles ache under the tightness of the wrap as he grips her flailing legs but he ignores it in favor of listening to her laugh.

"I like you more! I swear!" She shouts between laughs, wiggling a hand free and gripping the back of his neck. Pleased with her words, Harry pants out a laugh before sealing his mouth to hers.

"Tha's good because I like you more than Niall too." He mumbles into her lips.

"You like me more than you like everyone." She chuckles, stroking her thumb along his jawline. Harry's eyes shine with delight, proud that she knows her place in his heart, but he still teases.

"Mmm almost darling. Quite like my son, ya know that?"

She rolls her eyes but looks at him fondly, pinching the meat of his cheek. "Cute," she murmurs, "now go get ready for your fight baby. Want everyone to see my husband's gonna be the national champion."

Her words bring a rush of blood to his cheeks (and his cock if he's being honest), but he nudges her onto the couch next to him. "Just need two more wins." He whispers in her ear, pecking her temple.

Just two more wins.

~

There's good fights and there's bad fights. Everyone knows that. But not everyone knows that there's good wins and bad wins. Harry's experienced a few of those bad ones. Wins that he probably shouldn't have gotten because he certain his opponent had landed more punches and the judges miscounted. Or it was clear the other fighter wasn't into it and let him win.

Harry thinks tonight is his worst win ever.

The fight had been good. Trinsky, tonight's opponent from New Jersey, was short and stocky but strong. Harry was quicker than him though so they'd gone back and forth for a few rounds. Nothing two rough, just enough punches to have bright red welts on his torso and an ache in his jaw.

He fought through it though, fueled by the sounds of y/n and Niall cheering for him. Win this fight and he's onto the championship match. So he went at it with all he had left, charging Trinsky just as the man knocked his fist into Harry's temple.

It felt like a lightning bolt of pain zapped through his brain, shaking his core and causing his feet to stumble. Trinsky slid to the right as Harry crashed into the ropes, blinking furiously as the room around him spun. He was still in a daze as his body moved on its own, quick enough to uppercut his left fist into Trinsky's chin. The man crumbled to the mat, out cold, and Harry's dizzy head brought him down as well.

There's cheering and an announcement of his name, declaring Harry the winner but he can't seem to focus on it. Trinsky is being moved from the ring by his team, Harry falling to his bum on the mat as he rips at the velcro of his gloves with his teeth.

The room is coming back into focus, someone is calling him from the side of the ring but he doesn't recognize the voice so it goes ignored. He gets his hands free, rubbing his fingers into the tender spot on his head and wincing. He needs to take some Advil and ice it.

Harry climbs to his feet, a bit disoriented as he ducks under the ropes to leave. He knows he's got a team here somewhere but his mind can't seem to recognize what they look like or how to find them.

"Man, what are you doing?"

He turns, confused to find two men watching him like he's grown a second head. Harry feels like he knows the warm brown eyes of the taller man but he's not sure from where. Smiling uncomfortably, he motions behind him.

"I n-need ice or something." He says, excusing himself with a shrug and turning back to the locker room. He doesn't like the way his stomach twists or how his chest is telling him he knows those men when he couldn't even tell you there names right now. His heart thunders in his chest, panic seeping in and he's desperate to find something or someone that'll just help him out.

"Harry baby," she says calmly, a hand rubbing up his bare back comfortingly. "you okay?"

Y/n appears at his side, head tilted so she can meet his nervous gaze. Almost immediately he latches onto her hand, shaking his head. Her eyebrows crease, lips frowning as she reaches to cup his cheek.

"What's going on H? What's the matter?"

"M'head hurts," he answers immediately. "I-I think I forgot my team."

A trembling breath leaves his lips, tears stinging behind his eyes when he sees the concern on his wife's face. She brushes her thumb over his temple, the one she knows got hit the hardest, and then brushes a sweaty strand of hair off his forehead to place a tender kiss there.

"Let's get you to the locker room babe."

He follows like a lost puppy, trailing behind her through the back hallway and into his locker room. Y/n closes the door behind him before anyone else can enter, twisting the lock. Harry sits in the closest chair, fiddling with the tape on his fingers as he tries to calm down.

"Do you want to talk to me bub?" Y/n asks quietly, pulling up a seat directly in front of him. He nods, lifting his gaze from his hands to her face.

"I don't know what happened. It's like I got hit in the head and everything got shook up." He explains, frowning. He hates the way this feels. Hates that his body is screaming at him to just remember but his brain refuses to accept the message. "I know them, I know I do but s'like their names and stuff are just gone."

Y/n inhales sharply, biting nervously at her bottom lip. Harry's not even sure what to say and that makes him feel so much worse. He doesn't even feel like he has a concussion, not really. Everything else is still there, still in the forefront of his mind. His wife, his boys, Anne and Gemma. And he faintly remembers sitting at bars with one of the men from his team, remembers crashing on his couch late at night. But the soul of those memories are gone.

"I'm gonna get you some painkillers and water okay babe? Then we'll figure out what to do."

He nods, smiling wetly when she kisses his forehead. Watching her move around the room to gather water and whatnot, Harry wills himself to just think. He knows these men, he's just gotta focus on it. A memory stands out, one of the three of them in a car on a road trip. His trainer is driving, his manager in the passenger seat and he knows this is a trip for a match. A recent match too because he remembers saying goodbye to Arlo and y/n, kissing her swollen belly before he went.

Y/n returns to him with a bottle of water and a couple pills, watching him cautiously as he squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to just think. Recalling conversations from the car, remembering the screen in the front of the vehicle that reads Connected to Liam's iPhone. Liam. Almost instantly Nick's name floods his brain again and he feels his whole body tremble with relief.

Harry takes the medicine, gulping it down and slumping into his seat. "Nick and Liam," he finally murmurs, voice thick. "I couldn't remember darling. They were right in front of me and I couldn't remember their fucking names."

A silent tear trails down his cheek, Harry sniffling as y/n wipes it away with a tender touch he's only felt from her. "Its ok Harry. We'll figure out what happened. At least you remember now baby." She tried to comfort, but Harry's heart still aches.

"What if-" he peers up at her through wet eyelashes. "what if it had been you? Or Arlo? Or all three of you? What if I-"

He can't even finish the thought before he's shaking his head, more tears slipping down his cheeks and jaw. What would he have done if he'd looked at y/n and not remembered her name? Not remembered the beautiful son they created? Or the one she's growing now?

"It wasn't Harry," she stays sternly, cutting into his spiralling thoughts. "it wasn't and even if it did happen, it wouldn't change a thing. You're not getting rid of us."

Trying to smile, he nods and takes a deep breath. He trusts her, more than anyone, and he's never known someone that fights as much as she does. He knows, no matter what, that she'll always have his back.

[calamitykaty]

The Wedding Date Owen x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3248

Requested: NO

Warnings: Like one swear word, mention of crime, mention of alcohol

Y/N tapped the RSVP for her college roommate’s wedding on the table several times before grabbing the red pen that sat to her left and quickly checking the plus one box. She quickly stuffed the embossed card back into the pre-stamped envelope and pushed her chair back from the table. 

She darted out to her mailbox, her bare feet slapping against the cool concrete of her driveway. Y/N slid the envelope into her mailbox and lifted the red plastic flag on the side. 

“Are...are you mailing something?” Her neighbor and best friend, Owen, laughed as he crossed the street and made his way over to her. 

“Yes, I am mailing something, what’s it to ya?”

“What’s next? Gonna take your horse and carriage to town?”

Y/N stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed at the blonde boy, “I honestly don’t know why I am friends with you.” 

Owen threw his left arm around her shoulders and used his right hand to ruffle her hair, “you’d be much more believable if you could actually hold your poker face.” 

Y/N ducked down so that Owen’s arm fell from her shoulders as they reached her front door.

“You wanna come in?” She lifted her right eyebrow. 

Owen let his gaze fall to the welcome mat as he chewed on his bottom lip before he shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Nah, I should get back to mine… a lot of interviews today.” 

“What a shame, I have an unopened bottle of Jameson that had your name on it.” Y/N teased as she stood in her doorway, cracking a smile at Owen before she let the door fall shut. 

Owen stared at the bright red door for a moment before spinning on his right foot and heading back towards the street. He passed her mailbox and hesitated, his head turned to glance at her house before he took a few steps backwards and quickly pulled the mailbox open. He grabbed the small maroon envelope and stuffed it into the pocket of his hoodie before darting back across the street to his house. 

Several hours and three interviews later and Owen found himself sitting in the middle of his bed, his legs crossed under him and the envelope twirling in his fingers. He tossed the envelope onto the surface of the bed in front of him and rested his elbows on his knees while his hands cradled his face. He stared at it for several minutes and chewed at the inside of his left cheek before taking a deep breath and letting the air exhale in one steady stream from his lips. 

“Fuck it,” Owen muttered to himself and picked the envelope up, his pointer finger ran along the seam of the seal, tearing the red paper. He hastily pulled out the small embossed card that was nestled inside and furrowed his brows as he brought it closer to his face to read. His eyes immediately fell to the small red checkmark on the plus one box, the corners of his lips falling as he frowned. 

He tossed the card back onto his bed with a huff and fell backwards until his head crashed down softly onto his pillows. He stared at the ceiling, confused as to why he was so upset about Y/N having a plus one to a wedding he didn’t care about. 

Owen was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of his cellphone chirping at him. His right hand smoothed across the bed until it found his phone. He held the phone above his face, wincing as he dropped it, the corner smacking his forehead. He sat up, his left hand rubbing his forehead as he looked down at his phone. His lips tugged up into a smile at Y/n’s simple text. 

“Dinner?”

Y/N had only lived on her own for about a year and still hadn’t grown accustomed to only making enough food for herself and Owen was always happy to oblige her invitations to eat with her. He let his thumb click on the thumbs up emoji and clicked send before rolling out of the bed and shoving the phone in his back pocket.

He grabbed the torn envelope from the foot of his bed and wandered over to his desk where he tore a small sliver of tape from the tape dispenser and re-sealed the envelope. He slipped on his shoes and darted out of his house, making sure to drop the envelope back into her mailbox before he jogged up to her door. 

“Is that garlic bread that I smell?” Owen asked as he let himself into her house and made his way to the kitchen where Y/N was pulling out two plates from the cabinet. 

“Y/n!” Owen laughed, peering over her shoulder at the mountain of pasta that was sitting in the pot on the stove, “you made enough pasta to feed a small village.” 

Y/N placed the plates down on the counter and turned around with a smirk on her face. She jabbed Owen in the chest with her pointer finger “well, then I guess it’s a good thing that you’re practically a human garbage disposal.” 

Owen let laughter erupt from his chest as Y/N’s smirk spread into a smile and she stared up at him with a playful gleam in her eyes. He let his eyes scan the details of her face before briefly staring at her lips. Owen cleared his throat and stepped around her to grab a plate, the tops of his ears burned red as he piled the spaghetti noodles onto his plate. 

“So,” Owen slurped the noddle from his fork, “Have Mercy is coming to the Opolis on the 21st, you wanna go?” 

Y/N crinkled her nose and pursed her lips “21st of?” 

Owen twirled his fork around his pasta, collecting noodles before he looked up to catch her eye, “December 21st.” 

“Ah, I can’t,” Y/n pulled her lips into a thin line before letting her bottom lip poke out, “Ashton’s wedding is that same day, I’m sorry.” Of course, Owen had already known that. 

Owen dropped his fork and pushed his plate towards the middle of the table as he shook his head, “no worries, you gotta date to this wedding or you going stag?” Owen let his eyes fall to his discarded plate as the question left his mouth, hoping that his snooping wasn’t as obvious as he had felt it was.

Y/N looked past Owen, her eyes focusing on the vineyard painting that hung on the wall behind him, “oh, ummmm….I actually needed to talk to you about that.” She let her eyes move to the left, meeting Owen’s expectant eyes. 

“Oh?”

Y/N nervously grabbed her glass of water and sipped it through the straw before placing the glass back down on the table. She cleared her throat and let her eyes fall to her hands before looking back up, “I need you to go with me a-as my date.”  

Owen rolled his lips into his mouth in an attempt to stop the smile that was threatening to pull at the corner of his mouth, a sense of relief washed over him at the news that she didn’t have a date. 

“Like a date-date? Or...like a wingman?” Owen quizzed, trying his best to keep his voice neutral while his heart raced in anticipation of her answer. 

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the blonde boy, “please don’t make me embarrass myself even more than I already am right now.”

“I wasn’t...I just want to know my role.” Owen held his hands up by his head in defense.

Y/N eyed the boy nervously and chewed on her bottom lip. Her eyes scanned over his face slowly before she decided that he truly wasn’t making fun of her. She released her lip from the torturous grasp of her teeth and met Owen’s waiting eyes, “a date-date…” she exhaled. 

Owen let the smile he had been holding back spread across his face, his eyes crinkled at the corners, “okay, just don’t accidentally fall in love with me after I swoon you by being the best date.” He said cooly, in direct contrast to the way his palms were nervously sweating. 

The 21st of December snuck up on Y/N and she wasn’t sure why she was so nervous as her doorbell rang, a welcome change to Owen’s typical move of just letting himself into her house. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, taking one last glance at herself in the full length mirror. She smoothed out the fabric of the royal blue dress that fell from her hips and checked her teeth to make sure there was no lipstick on them.

“Good to go.” She muttered quietly to herself and made her way to the front door. She pulled the door open, Owen stood on the other side in a tight fitting maroon suit with a black button up and black bow tie. 

“You look dapper!” Y/N exclaimed at the same time that Owen let out a breathy “wow…” 

Y/N blushed as she felt Owen’s eyes trail across her body before he extended his elbow to her. She loosely wrapped her arm around his and let him lead her to the car. 

Owen’s fingers lightly tapped against the steering wheel as they drove to the wedding venue. 

“Did you tell anyone about me? I-is there anything I should know?” He glanced over at Y/N.

“Nope! We get to improvise! Good luck!” Y/N joked, her laughter drowning out the song on the radio and Owen let his eyes linger on her face for a moment longer than necessary. 

He pulled into a parking space near the front of the venue and put the car in park before pulling the key from the ignition. 

“Just a sec…” he murmured and got out of the car before quickly making his way around to her door. He pulled the door open for Y/N and offered his hand to her.

‘What a gentleman,” she playfully teased as she placed her right hand into his waiting hand.

They piled into the venue, hushed apologies and knees bumping strangers as they carefully made their way to two open seats in the middle of the fourth row. Owen’s knee bounced anxiously and Y/N found herself placing her left hand on his knee, lightly squeezing it. Owen subconsciously placed his hand on top of hers and neither of them dared to make eye contact through the intimate exchange. 

Y/N’s heart filled with pride as she watched Ashton stand at the alter with Matthew. 

“She looks like a dream..” Y/N quietly whispered. 

Owen turned his head to stare at Y/N, a smile gracing his face at the tears that were welling in her eyes as she watched her friend exchange vows. 

“Yeah...a dream.” He whispered back to her, his heart racing as her eyes met his before the moment broken by clapping as the pastor announced the newlyweds for the first time. 

Owen intertwined his hand with hers as they stood up and slowly followed the rest of the wedding guests to the reception hall. Y/N tugged him over to the guest book and signed their names before dropping the wedding card filled with various gift cards into the card box. 

Owen’s eyes scanned the seating chart until he found Y/N’s name +1, “we’re at table seven.” He informed her and proceeded to let himself be pulled behind her until they reached their table. 

Owen’s eyes widened as she dropped his hand and began squealing alongside three other girls, their dates sporting the same bewildered look as Owen.

“I’ve missed you”

“No! I’ve missed you!”

“You look fantastic!”

‘You have a date!” 

“I do have a date!” 

Owen’s eyes bounced between each of then as they spoke quickly and with enthusiasm and before he knew it, Y/N was back at his side. Her lips tugged into a smile as she introduced him to their table mates, whose names he had already forgotten. 

They sat around the table and Owen tried his best to keep up with the small talk while dinner was served. Owen lifted his glass of water to his lips and nearly choked at the question that the girl with the shoulder length red hair asked him. 

“She didn’t pick you up from a jail cell did she?”

“I’m sorry, w-what?” Owen sputtered. 

‘Oh! You don’t know about Y/N’s illegal activities! This is fun!” The girl that was across the table from Y/N squealed. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at her friends, Jennifer and Chelsea. “I have never been arrested.” She assured Owen. 

Owen raised his eyebrows at her before turning to her her friends, “please, do continue” 

“Okay! Picture this, it was sophomore year and these two,” Leigh pointed to Jennifer and Chelsea, “ had gone home for the weekend.” 

Owen nodded, not sure why that information was pertinent. 

“Okay! Then this one,” she gave Y/N a pointed look, “comes into my room and says that she is bored. So i’m like, well what do you want to do? And do you know what this one says?” Leigh stopped for dramatic effect. 

“She says, I dunno let’s commit a crime!” Leigh is on the edge of tears as she laughs at the memory. 

“Oh? You never told me I was getting involved with a criminal” Owen teased Y/N. 

Y/N rolled her eyes but the smile that her lips curled into gave her away, “it was nothing, I just stole a mailbox.” 

“Nu-uh! You made us steal a street sign first and when we bailed on you then you made us steal a mailbox!” 

“Semantics…” 

Owen slipped his hand into her left hand and brought her knuckles up to his lips, “I don’t know, finding out that you’re a bad girl...is kinda hot.” He kissed her knuckles and let her hand fall back with his down to his knee. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Leigh tutted, “she’s not that bad...she made us bake cookies after committing two federal crimes.” 

Y/N broke out into giggles “oh my god, and I painted the mailbox and use to leave letters for them to find!” 

Owen couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she laughed at the memory. He wasn’t sure when exactly he started looking at her through different eyes but he so badly wanted to kiss her. His train of thought was broken when Y/N pulled her hand from from his and squealed with the other girls as “their” song started to blast from the speakers at the dance floor. She leaned down and kissed Owen’s cheek before making a dash to the dance floor with Chelsea, Jennifer and Leigh. 

Owen watched as Y/N glided around the dance floor while she danced with her friends. He was mesmerized by the joyful way she threw her head back, her curls cascaded down her back and her laughter floated through the air like a melody to a song that only she knew. His chin was resting on his hand, being propped up by his elbow on the red fabric covered round table. 

“I remember looking just like you when I realized I loved my lady.” 

Owen was brought out of his thoughts by the raspy voice of the elderly gentleman that sat at the table across from his. 

“Oh, no..i’m not--it’s not--” Owen sputtered and the elderly man chuckled as he got up from his table and pulled out the chair next to Owen’s, slowly lowering himself into it. 

“Don’t try that with me son,” he patted Owen on the shoulder, “you are completely smitten.” 

Owen’s cheeks were glowing pink at the man's words. He let his eyes travel back to the dance floor, Y/N smiling at him as his eyes landed on hers. Before he had even registered what he was doing, his chair was sliding back against the hardwood floor and he was walking towards Y/N. The opening piano notes of Haley Reinhart's rendition of Can’t Help Falling In Love rang out through the speakers as Owen reached her. 

“Hi, jailbird” he breathed out and placed her hands on his shoulders, his own falling to her hips. His thumbs rubbed circles into the fabric of her dress as they gently swayed to the music. 

Owen grabbed her right hand from his shoulder and spun her around before pulling her back to his chest.

 Y/N smiled up at Owen, her red painted lips parting to show her white teeth and her eyes creasing at the corners, “who knew you could dance, Joyner?” Her breath hitched in her throat as Owen leaned forward and she could feel his breath fanning across her cheek. She swallowed, her eyes following his as they moved from her lips and back up. She moved her right hand to the back of his neck, their lips centimeters apart. She closed her eyes as his lips barely ghosted across hers. 

“Ladies and gentleman, if you could please turn your attention to the newly weds, Mr. and Mrs. Corbin for the newlywed shoe game.”

“I’m sorry, I-i was caught up in the moment.” Owen pulled back, his face flushed red and his left hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

Y/N’s heart sank at Owen’s words. She had never given the idea of Owen kissing her much thought but after it almost happening, she suddenly wanted to experience it. 

“Oh...ummm y-yeah.” Y/N took a step back from Owen and turned her attention to the newlyweds who were sat in the middle of the dance floor on two chairs with their backs to each other. They each had a shoe in one hand and took turns lifting it as the DJ rattled of questions like “who was the first to make the first move” and “who is more likely to wake up grumpy.”

Y/N’s eyes shifted back to Owen, her right hand lifted to her face where her fingertips gently brushed across her lips. Owen watched the girls motion out of the corner of his eye, her nervously chewed on his bottom lip and glanced back to his table where the elderly man was still sitting. The man shot a wink at Owen and lifted his hand in a shooing motion. 

Owen shook his hands out and crossed the small distance between them. Y/N’s brows furrowed for a moment before Owen’s hands cupped her cheeks and his lips gently connected with hers. Her right hand slid up his chest and curled at the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling back. Their short breaths mixed with each others, their lips slightly brushing as they composed themselves. 

“Owen?” Y/N’s searched his eyes for an answer, her cheeks flushed. 

Owen’s thumbs careers her cheeks before his hands fell to grab both of hers, “I don’t know what this is but I wan’t to be your date to every wedding, Y/N. I...I want to try this...try us.” 

Y/N looked down at their intertwined hands, “you were right,” she looked up at Owen through her eyelashes, “you did swoon me.” 

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[lovelyirony]

“Why were you digging? What did you bury/before those hands pulled me from this earth?” for sharon/bucky?

There’s an optional project/challenge among the new SHIELD trainees to “prove” your worth: do the impossible. 

This can take form in many ways. 

Agent Simpson who is now Level Nine clearance found a loophole out of doing paperwork. He is still exploiting it. He knows no God. Does not want to know God. 

Sharon went after a little more of an attainable goal: 

Catching the Winter Soldier. 

“That is not more attainable,” Clint mutters. 

“Yes it is,” Sharon says. “At least I’m not gonna have Hill on my ass trying to find another loophole to get me to do paperwork. I still can’t believe she’s after Simpson. Leave the legend alone.” 

No one thinks she’s going to find Winter Soldier. Countless other agents have tried, thinking they had the final piece of the puzzle. 

Sharon knows that she absolutely has no puzzle pieces to speak of. She doesn’t even like puzzles. 

This is what makes her dangerous. She’s not looking for pieces that lead to the big picture. 

She’s looking at the bigger picture. 

This involves investigating the “accident” that happened to Howard and Maria Stark. She had seen Tony a couple times and he usually spent Christmas with the Carters or with his boyfriend, Rhodey. This time, he was with Rhodey in Boston and currently holed up in a house and unable to get out. 

While she pitied the fact that he couldn’t get to the tragedy at hand, it allowed her to poke around a little bit. 

And she found that this wasn’t an accident. It couldn’t possibly be. 

Howard Stark was fanatical about his cars, and his self-control. If he was taking out a Cadillac, he wouldn’t even look at anything stronger than water. 

She knows this because Peggy has grumbled about how much Howard will talk about his cars. 

She also knows that Maria is extremely conscientious of road conditions. 

So, them getting into an accident? No. No way in hell. 

There is also a boot print. 

While this isn’t exactly a unique print, it proves that someone else was there. 

She tells Fury, who in turn discusses the possibility with a good colleague, Alexander Pierce. 

Pierce calls her into his office. 

Says something along the lines of “your observational skills are great, sweetheart. You just need to hone them. The print was from a police officer’s shoe, no need to worry.” 

Sharon sits back. 

“The police officers weren’t wearing boots.” 

“Well, one was.” 

“You sure about that?” 

She’s not sure what look Pierce gives her. 

But it involves a transfer to clean-up crew for a week, as if that’s going to deter her. 

She talks about it with Hill over a wine-night. 

“I don’t like Pierce,” Hill says. “Fucker doesn’t know how to keep his pens and keeps stealing mine. I had to buy the shittiest ones so he will hopefully stop coming by my desk.” 

“Something’s off about him,” Sharon says, slurping up a noodle. “I don’t think he’s what he seems.” 

“Then go after him. I’ll help. I don’t like him and I’m bored. I’m a week ahead of schedule. Go tell Harrison on clean-up that her favor to me is now done and over with. We’re staking out.” 

Pierce has a monthly luncheon that also involves Jasper Sitwell, known asshat who is the most boring man alive. He has seven things he eats for dinner, all corresponding to a specific day. 

Wednesday has been spaghetti night for fifteen years, apparently. 

Maria cried at learning that. 

But the monthly luncheon. It’s a SHIELD expense, and it really shouldn’t be. No one knows what they talk about. Fury’s on the same clearance level, and even he doesn’t know. 

Sitwell and Pierce also whisper into each other’s ear at the end of it all. 

This isn’t exactly bad, but it is weird considering that one time Pierce got hugged by a male colleague and his first response is “I have a wife.” 

“Something is definitely up,” Maria says, sipping on her wine. “Should we do surveillance on his house? I feel like we should.” 

“Eh, what else do I have to do on a Thursday?” Sharon asks. 

Pierce’s house looks like a mini-White House. 

They both decide they hate it. 

Sharon ordered a pizza and set up listening equipment. 

- 

What they were not expecting to find out at 8:47 p.m. was that Hydra was never quite gone. 

“Is it bad that I’m like...I know I’m not all surprised?” Maria asks. 

“Paperwork is about to be a challenge. At least you won’t have to collect any from Simpson.” 

“You can go fuck yourself.” 

Sharon snorts. 

She starts recruitment. 

Clint is in, no questions asked. 

“Sharon, I need you to understand that I can shoot arrows. I think that’s necessary.” 

“It really isn’t, but you know Black Widow,” Sharon says. “So we need that.” 

“Can you believe this is all because you wanted to do the impossible and you did, kind of?” Clint mutters. “Of course it’s gonna be you.” 

- 

The game plan: Sharon knows that if she gets people to intimidate Pierce, he’ll send out Winter Soldier. That guy’s kind of like Plan A around Hydra, apparently. She’s been talking to other people, finding out some dirt about the “shady” agents that others know. 

Winter Soldier gets sent out to kill her. 

He’s not really big into hesitation. She knows this. 

This is why she is hosting a game night with Barton, Romanoff, and Hill. 

Romanoff just straight-up shoots him in the leg. Clint throws a piece of pizza at his face. Hill places down the perfect funny card for her category. 

“Dammit Maria!” Natasha yells. “Why did you have to place that one now?” 

“I’m a winner, bitch,” Maria says, getting up lithely and stepping over Winter Soldier to pour more wine into her glass. 

“That’s a straight lie, no human can multitask.” 

“You really wanna assume I’m human?” 

“Can you guys bitch later?” Sharon asks. “I’m kind of busy working on my trainee project.” 

“I’m your fucking trainee project?” Winter Soldier groans. “Jesus shit I hate this...” 

“Is it bad that I wasn’t aware that you could talk?” 

“Technically, I am not supposed to. Why I have this stupid damn mask on.” 

Sharon takes it off. Blinks. 

“Oh. This is extra credit at this point.” 

- 

Hydra gets taken down a few years earlier than anticipated. And it’s all because Sharon just had to work on her (optional) trainee project. 

Bucky isn’t too upset that this is how he got out of Hydra. 

It means that Sharon introduces him to the concept of brunch, so he’s actually pretty okay with it. 

[peacedolantwins]

Too Far

A/N: part of my little series that started with Family that I have going on, you dont really need to read them for this to make sense but it would probably help. (its in my masterlist if you wanna read them)

You had just gotten home with the other kids when Sky said she was going to go out for a little bit with a friend. You didn’t think much of it and told her to be back by dinner. 

You helped the others with their homework and they helped you with cleaning, it was a win win for everyone. Ethan wasn’t getting home until late anyways so you started dinner and decided to leave him a plate for later. 

You were finishing up dinner when Sky came back in and said hello to the others. You were about to ask her to help you to set the table when Connor, your thirteen year old offered to come help you. 

He helped you carry the plates over to the table and take the younger ones to wash their hands. He may be thirteen, but he was already your height and you knew he would just keep growing. 

Once everyone was seated, they all started talking about their day. The boys were talking to each other about something at school during class when Sky called you. 

“Hey mom?”

“Hm? Yes? You pulled your attention away to focus on her. 

“Can I go to a concert on Friday?” She seemed nervous as she asked you. 

“With who? You know we don’t want you going alone,” it’s not that you didn’t trust her, she was more than responsible, it was everyone else who you had a hard time trusting. 

“With a friend,” she looked away and went back to cutting up her food. 

“A friend? Which one?”

“You don’t know him,” she wouldn’t look your way. She knew you liked to meet her friends especially if she was going to be out at night with them. 

“Then no Sky, you know the rules. If we haven’t met them it’s not happening, I’m sorry,” you didn’t want to tell her no, but that was the rule you and Ethan had set up a long time ago. You had to have met them at least once before they could go out at night with them. 

“You’re not being fair! Why can’t I go? I’m seventeen, You can’t keep treating me like a baby!” But she was wrong. While you might not still treat her like a baby, she was always going to be the little girl who you found crying in the pasta aisle all those years ago. 

“Sky calm down. I said no, that’s it.” You weren’t trying to fight with her. 

“Mom please!” The other kids had stopped their conversation and were now focused on what was unfolding in front of them. 

“No Skylar! You can’t go! If it was someone we knew then sure but we dont! I’m not trusting you with someone we’ve never met! So you’re not going to the concert end of discussion!”

“Mom! Oh wait, I forgot. You’re not even my real mom so why should I have to listen to you?” She stood up from her seat. 

“Sky enough.” Not this again. You were never one to shut out your children’s feelings or thoughts but this was enough. 

“No! You we’re just some random lady who was desperate for someone to care about! I bet dad would have left you a long time ago if you finally kept your legs closed! I’m tired of you telling me what to do Y/n!”

“Skylar!” Connor tried to defend you but you were silenced. 

Silence. 

That’s all there was after that. Sky knew she went too far but she was stubborn like her father and wouldn’t be the first one to admit she was in the wrong. 

“Go to your room. Now.” You stayed looking down at your plate, appetite completely gone now. You heard her stomp up the stairs and heard her door slam. 

“Mom?” Connor put his hand on your shoulder and that’s when he felt your shoulders gently shaking. 

“Con, can you put everyones plates in the sink for me when they’re done? I’ll wash them later,” you took a deep breath and gently stood. 

“Mom-”

“Please, Connor,” with that you went to your room and finally let out the sobs you were holding back. 

You never forgot the first time Sky called you mom. 

Ethan was working late and it was just you and Sky for the night. You made spaghetti since you knew the little girl liked slurping on the noodles. After cleaning her small messy face, you played a few games. You had gone to tuck her into bed when she stopped you. 

“Story?” She pointed towards the small bookshelf that her uncle had made for her. 

“We can read a story. Which one?” She got up and went to pull a book from the shelf. She brought over Goodnight Moon to you. You two cuddled up in her tiny bed and began reading to her. 

Sky looked at each picture with her big hazel eyes and never seemed to lose interest in the story, no matter how many times you read it to her. Once you finished the book, you placed it on the nightstand to put away and laid there for a bit with her. 

“I want you to know that you’re my Sky, and you’re my moon, always baby,” you placed a gentle kiss on her head before getting out of bed. You put the book back in its place and started walking towards the door. 

You turned back to make sure she was okay before you turned off the light and saw her still looking at you. Usually she was snuggled up under her blanket half asleep but there she was. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Hug please,” you smiled and went back to the little girl before wrapping your arms around her. Once she finally let go she curled up under her blanket and brought her stuffed dog closer to her. You stood back up when you heard her call to you one more time. 

“Goodnight mommy,” you felt tears welling up and a smile came to your face immediately. 

“Goodnight baby,” you gave her one last kiss before leaving her room and turning off her light and closing the door. 

Mommy. That was the first time she had ever called you that. 

Half an hour later, Ethan came home to find you in the bedroom with tears still coming down your face. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” He rushes over to your side and knelt next to you. 

“Nothing it’s just… Sky called me mommy today.” You finally looked up at him and he wiped away a few tears. 

“Oh-“

“And I know we never talked about that and if that was okay or not. But I started thinking and what if her mom comes back? What if she wants to be part of her life and having another mom just confuses Sky even more? I don’t want to do that to her, she’s so little-“ 

“Babe, breathe. It’s okay. It’s okay she called you mommy as long as you’re comfortable with it. I know we never talked about it, but I’m in it for the long haul. And if she ever does come back, she’s not calling her mom. She’s a stranger to her, she doesn’t deserve that title of being her mom.” He knew you were always worried about her coming back and trying to see Sky but you never really said anything until now. He made sure there was never a chance that woman would be part of Sky’s life. 

“So it’s okay that she called me that?” 

“It’s more than okay,” you two shared a kiss before he went to get ready for bed. 

Ethan came home at 10 to find his son doing dishes while the rest of the house was quiet. Sure, Connor had helped do dishes before but he was always helping you, never alone. 

“Where’s your mom, bud?” 

“Her room.” His son wouldn’t even look at him. He quickly tried to remember if there was anything special about today that he might have forgotten about but nothing. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Ask your daughter.” He stayed with his back still turned to his father. 

“Hey, she’s your sister and you know that.”

“Not when she yells at my mom she’s not.” He threw the plate onto the counter and Ethan flinched at hearing the sound, surprised it didn’t break. 

“What do you mean she yelled at your mom?” Sky loved you and sure you two had your arguments nothing was ever this bad. 

“She told her she’s not her mom and that the only reason you haven’t left her yet is because ‘she can’t keep her legs closed.’ So yeah dad, she’s not my sister right now.” Ethan knew how protective Connor was of you and he shouldn’t be surprised how he was acting. Connor would always take your side no matter what. 

“I’ll go talk to her. I know you’re upset but please don’t take it out on your moms plates.” Connor simply nodded before getting back to the dishes. Ethan took that as his signal to leave. 

He headed into your shared bedroom to find the shower on in the connecting bathroom. 

“Y/n?” When you didn’t answer he walked further in and saw you sitting on the shower floor, the water doing very little to hide the sounds of your crying. 

“Oh babe, come on,” he turned off the water and grabbed the towel you left hanging nearby. He helped you stand and wrapped you up before leading you back to the bedroom. He waited a bit for you to calm down before trying to talk to you. 

“Connor told me what happened, and I’m so sorry about what happened. I’m gonna talk to her-“

“How long has she thought that?” You cut him off. “How long has it been since she really saw me as her mom? This whole time? Recently? Did I do something that made her see me differently? I’ve always treated her as my own haven’t I? I don’t understand what I did wrong… if she doesn’t want to call me mom she doesn’t have to but I just… why does it hurt so much?” Ethan heart broke at hearing you question your relationship with the little girl who you helped raise. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n. You’ve been a wonderful mother to her and the others. Sky loves you so much, you have to know that. She got upset, I’m gonna talk to her okay, it’s gonna be okay.” You nodded your head and he gave you one of his shirts to change into. 

“I think I’m gonna go to bed now, I’m exhausted,” with that you laid down, ready to just pass out. 

Once you were asleep, Ethan left to go talk to Sky, carefully closing the door behind him before heading upstairs to her room. As he passed the kitchen, he noticed how clean the kitchen was and let out a small laugh and shook his head. Connor was a lot like you and one thing he definitely got from you was stress cleaning. He made a mental note to check on him in the morning. 

“It’s dad, can I come in?” He knocked on her door and headed in when he heard her let out a quiet ‘yeah.’ 

“Dad can I go to a concert on Friday?” She looked at him with her puppy dog eyes that usually had her dad saying yes to whatever it was she wanted. 

“No. I already know mom said no.”

“She’s not my-“ 

“Skylar don’t you dare finish that sentence.” She was shocked. Her dad never talked to her this way. 

“She has been the one to care for you since she came into our lives. She’s done nothing but love you and you know that. And because she told you no to something even though you know damn well what the rules are, you pull the ‘not my real mom’ card on her? You should be glad she’s not your ‘real’ mom.

“That woman left you the second she could. As soon as the hospital cleared her, she was gone. No explanation other than that she didn’t want you. You want that woman in your life? She never even held you! You know why you haven’t heard from her? Because she doesn’t want any of this. She could have called if she wanted to but she never did, but you know what? You know who stepped up? 

“Dad I-“ Sky knew she fucked up earlier but hearing her dad say all of this is making her realize how bad she fucked up. 

“Y/n stepped up when she didn’t have to. She took care of the little girl who kept wandering off at stores and made sure she was safe. She dropped what she was doing to pick you up from school when I couldn’t be there. She agreed to move here even though she never planned to leave California because she agreed it would be better for you and your siblings to be here in Jersey. She left everything she knew for you guys. She always felt scared about being your stepmom for this exact reason and it took years to make her feel like she wasn’t just a replacement. I can understand if you don’t want to call her mom, but I’m not going to let you be rude and disrespectful towards her. You’re grounded for a month and you’re apologizing to her tomorrow. Understood?” 

“Yeah… dad I’m sorry.” Sky had tears in her eyes, not from how her father was getting mad at her, but from his words. She felt awful about what she said to you. 

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” He said goodnight to her before closing the door and leaving Sky to her thoughts. 

The next morning Sky headed downstairs to find you already rushing out of the house. She glanced at the clock and saw you were already late and when she caught your eye, she could see the pain behind them. 

“I have to go, bye you guys,” you closed the door and off you went. Sky went into the kitchen to find Connor helping make breakfast and was serving plates. She also noticed that there wasn’t one for her. 

“None for me?” She wrapped an arm around her younger brother only for him to shove her off. 

“Connor be nice to your sister,” Ethan scolded him when he saw what was happening. 

“Not my sister.” He took his and a few other plates to the table for the others. 

“Con…” she felt her heart break and hearing him talk to her like that. She loved her little brother so much and to hear that hurt her more than she thought it would. During breakfast he wouldn’t even look at her, much less pay her any attention. 

“Hey don’t worry about him, it’ll be fine.” Ethan tried to comfort her once he saw how hurt she looked when he said that. She simply nodded and went back to picking at her food. 

Later that night, dinner was just as tense, if not more since you came home. You hardly said a word to anyone, mostly just the younger kids. 

Sky excused herself and placed her plate in the sink before going back to her room. She caused all of this because she couldn’t take no for an answer from the woman who cared about her whole life. Her dad was upset with her. You wouldn’t look at her. And even her little brother hated her now. She laid face down on her bed and allowed herself to cry. Her head was hanging off the side of the bed when she turned and saw something peaking out from under her bed. 

The vanilla candle you got her when she ran off to you in the candle shop and her beat up copy of Goodnight Moon were sticking out from underneath. The candle was hardly used, even after all these years. She would only use it when you weren’t there to tuck her in and she would ask her dad to light it while he read to her. It was her reminder of you. 

She knew you loved her. She knew how much you cared about her and Sky was so grateful for everything you’ve done for her. She remembers you being there when she woke up scared in the hospital when she got sick. She remembered you sewing up her stuffed dog multiple times because she really dragged that thing everywhere with her when she was younger. She thought of the time she cut your hair and you ended up with this awful bob and you never complained once. And every time a new baby came home you made sure to still give her time to let her now she was still just as loved and important. 

And she threw it all back in your face. 

She grabbed the book and got up from bed and went to go look for you in the kitchen only to find you gone. 

“She’s in the room,” Ethan told her and she mumbled out a quick thank you to him. Sky walked in and saw you laying there with your eyes closed, not sleeping but just taking a moment for yourself. She quietly walked closer and crawled on the bed next to you before laying her head on your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry, I don’t care if I didn’t come from you, I love you so much. I’m sorry about what I said, I didn’t mean it. We love you so much, I love you and dad loves you even more, I shouldn’t have said what I did.” She was sobbing and you wrapped your arms around her. It was getting harder to understand what she was saying with how much she was crying. 

“Sky-“ 

“I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me anymore. I’m sorry mommy,” she buried her head in your chest and continued to cry while you brushed back her hair. 

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. I know you were just upset,” you felt her wrap her arms around you even tighter. After a few minutes she eventually calmed down and loosened her grip on you and that’s when you noticed the book. She reached behind her and grabbed it before handing it to you. 

“Please?” While she was definitely too old for bedtime stories, you understood what this meant for her. She wouldn’t let her siblings borrow the book because it was always hers and yours. Her bringing you the book was her olive branch to you. 

“Of course,” you took the book that was being held together by layers of tape and began reading to her. When you finished, you closed it and put it on the nightstand next to you. 

“Hey, you’re always going to be my Sky and my moon okay? Nothing you do is ever going to change that,” you placed a kiss on her head and she snuggled into your side even more. The two of you just laid there together and you felt her breathing even out and you knew she was asleep. 

When Ethan came into the room an hour later, he found the two of you passed out together on the bed with Sky practically crushing you but you didn’t seem bothered. He snapped a quick picture and posted it. 

No matter how old they get, they’re always going to be your baby. 

That night he went to bed with two of his girls with him and he knew everything was going to be okay between you two and that was enough for him.

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Boston Boys [Part Six]

Summary:  Chris and Aurelie discuss family; Chris and Elsa have their first date.   Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 2235 Chapter Warnings: Lying, angst, family issues.  Square Filled: The entire series (well, bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo​. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :) It’s been a minute, no? I’m trying to do better, I promise! I have some time the next few days, I am going to do my best to catch up to my posting schedule! Which means you may see double or even triple posts from me for a bit. I hope you all are doing well, I can’t wait to catch up on the things I’ve been tagged in! :)

Boston Boys Masterlist

“You know, it’s really stupid that we only ever meet in the parking lot or here in the cafeteria.”

Aurelie laughed and playfully punched her brother in the arm. From the time her mother had married Chris’s father, they had a strong sibling connection. Aurelie was young but was well aware that something was amiss with the Evans family business. Chris played dumb for a couple of years until Aurelie wasn’t buying it anymore. After she got through high school, she went away for college and medical school. When she got the job at MassGen and returned to Boston, they decided together that it was best for her to not associate with the family much if at all. She could live her life in peace, help the crime guys and gals that came through the emergency room, and no one would be any the wiser.

“Spaghetti night,” Aurelie said, clapping her hands before moving her tray down the line. “You picked a good night to meet up.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, I’m not eating though. Ate already.”

That was a lie, something Chris didn’t do with Aurelie very often. He wasn’t ready to tell her about the date he had with Elsa later that night. Aurelie was going to ask too many questions and before he knew it, he’d be spilling out all the dirty details.

“Suit yourself,” Aurelie shrugged.

Chris waited patiently while Aurelie went through the line, paid for her meal, then found a booth for them to sit in. He sat across from her, stealing a drink from her water bottle.

“Ass.”

He chuckled and put the lid back on the bottle. Now that they were isolated, he pulled an envelope from inside his jacket and slid it across the table. Aurelie rolled her eyes.

“Is this the only reason you wanted to meet up tonight?”

Chris snorted. “Stop. You’re my sister, Aurelie. I do the business Dad asks me to do, but I still check in time to time for myself, too. I care about what’s going on with you.”

“Not much, honestly.” Except I’m sort-of, kind-of, seeing your eternal enemy. “Got my implant re-mapped the other day, I’ve been working like crazy, as always. Pretty much all the same. You?”

Chris checked his watch. Aurelie had been late to meet him, as to be expected sometimes in the ER. He didn’t want to be late to meet Elsa though -- not a good show for a first date.

“Running the barber shop and all that entails, the usual.”

Aurelie slurped up a chunk of spaghetti noodles, washed it down with some water, and nodded. “Shanna’s birthday is coming up.”

Chris sighed. “Don’t do this to me. You bitch about Dad to me, don’t start with Shanna.”

“I’m not starting with Shanna,” Aurelie said, rolling her eyes, “Scar texted me the other day to remind me. I’m making conversation.”

“Sorry. Yes, Shanna’s birthday is coming up. We’re going to do a thing at me and Scotty’s place. If you wanna brave it.”

Aurelie wrinkled her nose. “Nah, I don’t wanna ruin her day. She still hasn’t forgiven me, I take it? I’m not bitching, I’m only asking.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Aurelie. But, for the thing she thinks you did, no, she hasn’t forgiven you.”

“Figured as much. Here, take some of this money from me, buy her something she really wants, or chip me in on whatever you guys get for her.”

Chris frowned and held up his hands for her to keep the envelope put away. “I’ll take it out of your next stash. Might be a while for that, though.”

“You’re cutting the shit?” Aurelie asked, hopeful.

“Trying to, for now. The last referral was a big one. We’re set for a while.”

“Until the philanthropist wants you to keep going.”

Chris reached out and put a hand on her arm. “No, I’m serious. This isn’t his call, it’s mine. I’m set up. I’m looking at places on my own, in a different neighborhood. Things are changing.”

Aurelie looked at him for almost a full minute, trying to figure out if he was serious. This wasn’t the first time her big brother had wanted to turn over a new leaf, but things never changed. Not really. She wanted, desperately, to believe him.

“Don’t tell me, Chris. Show me.”

Chris took a deep breath. “Fair’s fair, on that. Things are gonna change. You’ll see. You’re gonna be proud of me.”

Her expression softened. “I’ve always been proud of you, Bub. I just think -- some conversations I have had recently have me thinking about things, I guess. You can change if you want to. You just have to want it bad enough.”

She stopped there before she told him the person she had been speaking to was John, and that really, the two men weren’t so dissimilar. They both wanted different things, it had just taken Chris longer to come around.

“What made you want to change your mind?” Aurelie asked.

That took Chris by surprise. “Uh, you know, I don’t know. Woke up one day and something clicked, I guess.”

The same way that Chris hadn’t -- and still didn’t -- buy that Aurelie had randomly brought up John Krasinski, Aurelie didn’t buy that Chris had randomly decided to stop robbing banks. It was strange, this new dynamic, keeping things from each other.

Although neither of them were keen to fill the other in on the new developments in their life, they both knew that keeping secrets from each other was like pulling the pin on a grenade. It was all going to explode, sooner rather than later.

Elsa sat nervously in the passenger seat of Chris’s car. She was excited for her date, but since the bank robbery, nervousness was just a part of her life. She tried to put on a happy face and hide her anxious fidgeting.

“Going all the way to Attleboro for dinner, that’s a little more than just outside the city,” Elsa chuckled in an attempt to calm herself down.

Chris smiled. “I know it’s a ways out, but there’s this place my sister introduced me to that has excellent clam chowder.”

“What is it with you Bostononians and clam chowder?”

“It’s a staple,” he shrugged. “You don’t like it?”

Elsa shrugged, too. “It’s all right. I do like local places.”

Chris smiled again, and Elsa settled back against the seat. She told Chris about a local bagel shop back home that she always went to Saturday mornings, got the same thing every time. It was the one time a week she knew she would have alone time.

“New York gets so busy, but that little shop … it was like the one quiet place in the middle of all the chaos. I do miss it sometimes. More often than I’d like to admit.”

Chris pulled up to the diner and parked his SUV. “Maybe this will be your new quiet place -- our new quiet place.”

Ours. Elsa liked the sound of that.

They found a booth to sit in and slid onto the benches across from each other. Chris asked her more about her family, but Elsa talked more about the city and her friends.

“Do you not want to talk about your family?”

Elsa sighed. She was given a momentary reprieve when the waitress came to take their orders -- neither of them ordered the chowder -- but then Chris’s eyes were right back on her, waiting for her to answer the question.

“My dad and I are close. My siblings and I are close too, I guess. My mother and I -- close isn’t really the word I would use for it. I love her, of course, but she never wanted me to come to Boston. She has a very clear idea of what she thinks my life should be. Majoring in history and working in a bank isn’t it.”

Chris winced. “I’m guessing going on a date with a local guy who works at a barber shop isn’t it, either?”

“This isn’t about her,” Elsa assured, though she wasn’t one-hundred-percent convinced herself. “I wanted to be here with you. To go out with you, I mean.”

Chris reached across the table and took her hand. “That’s good to hear because I wanted to be here with you, too.”

She smiled, and Chris smiled back. The waitress brought their food out a few minutes later, but from that moment on, Elsa felt far less tense. Something about Chris soothed her nerves and made her feel safe -- and that was a feeling she could get used to having.

A rare, slow night in the ER allowed Aurelie to take off a few hours before she was scheduled to finish her shift. She wanted to sleep for a long time, but first, she wanted a pan of cinnamon rolls from the diner in Attleboro to get into when she woke up.

She breezed into the diner and sat at the counter, asking the waitress for a pan of cinnamon rolls to go. She gratefully accepted a cup of coffee while she waited, sipping at the hot liquid and looking around the diner, taking in the familiar scenery -- including the familiar face of her brother. He was with a blonde, so she just smirked to herself. Chris was on a date and hadn’t told her about it? Maybe, whoever this woman was, was the reason Chris had decided to get his life on track. Aurelie couldn’t complain about that. She would come and go for now, but she was certainly going to give him the third degree later on.

But, then, the woman looked up from her plate and glanced around, and Aurelie recognized her instantly. The laceration on her forehead was still healing, but Aurelie didn’t easily forget a patient like Elsa Chapman. She finished her coffee, accepted and paid for her cinnamon rolls, then took one more look over at Chris’s booth. He broke his gaze from Elsa and took a cursory glance over the place -- always keeping up that situational awareness. Something you had to do when your family was heavily involved in crime. Chris’s eyes met Aurelie’s and went wide.

Aurelie rolled her eyes and stormed for the parking lot. The dots were connecting very quickly -- almost as quickly as Aurelie was losing respect for her brother.

“Aurelie, wait!” Chris yelled after her.

But she didn’t want to talk right now. She set the pan on the passenger seat and went to climb into her car, but Chris grabbed her by the arm.

“Will you listen to me? My dumb ass has been trying to explain catching up to you, but you’re not facing me and you’re pissed off. Did you hear anything I said?” Chris asked through gritted teeth.

“I don’t give a shit what you said,” Aurelie returned. “Answer me honestly, Chris. Were you guys the ones who kidnapped her?”

Chris’s expression softened. “How do you know about that? I thought you were just mad that I was out with someone and didn’t tell you.”

“You really think I care about your dating life? Ha! She came to MassGen. I examined her, sat with her while the the plastic surgeon stitched her up. Whoever took her hostage did a real number on her.”

“Listen,” Chris said, trying to calm her down and even throwing out a sign or two where he remembered them. “Someone rang the alarm. Scar panicked, thought it was Elsa, so she grabbed her, roughed her up. She wanted to go after her and make sure she wasn’t snitching, make sure she didn’t see any of us, but you know that girl -- she’s trigger happy. So, I did it. We clicked, and I -- I asked her out.”

Aurelie snorted. “You’re so wrong, you know that? What are you gonna do when she finds out? Chris -- listen. I’m glad you found someone you like but this isn’t the way to do it.”

“I know that. I’m going to tell her, I am. I just -- I have to find the right moment.”

Aurelie nodded. “In the meantime, I guess you’d like me to play dumb if I cross paths with her again.”

“If you don’t mind …”

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “The things I do for you, big brother.”

Chris ruffled her hair; the magnet from her cochlear disconnected. Aurelie ducked away from his hand and fixed it. Before they could say much else, Elsa stuck her head out the door of the diner, recognition showing in her expression.

“Dr. Juneau? Is that you?”

“Yeah, hi. How are you feeling?”

“Good. You two … you two know each other?”

Chris nodded. “Aurelie is my sister.”

“Stepsister,” Aurelie corrected, something she only did to annoy him. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your date. It’s nice to see you again.”

“You too,” Elsa smiled. She pointed back towards the booth. “I’ll let you guys finish your, uh … conversation.”

“I’ll be right back in,” Chris called after her. He looked to Aurelie. “Thank you, for not snitching me out.”

Aurelie shrugged. “It’s one thing to fuck up your life, Chris, but I hope you really think about it before you fuck hers up.”

She kissed her brother’s cheek and got in her car. If she was ready to sleep before, the rush of emotion now had her ready to slip into a coma.

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[haikyupid]

Order from Soft Tears,

Hello! May I please order a Dalgona Matchup Latte? 😌 I’m an Aries and my Myers-Brigg is ISTP. At first I might seem shy but once I open up it’s impossible to shut me up but that doesn’t mean that I will hesitate to kill someone if they deserve it. I generally speak my mind whether people like it or not so I’m quite blunt. I hate routines, they bore me. I’m impatient and short tempered and I hate being tied down or told what to do. You never have to guess where you stand with me, as I will always let you know. In love, I’m more of a one-on-one person. I can never get too much attention or solo time with my s/o. I’ll try to put my partner first in all matters, and I expect the same in return. That doesn’t mean I’m a pushover though since, like I said, I’m not into being suffocated or controlled. I just love attention (giving and receiving), and I want to share my most intimate side with someone I can trust. As you can tell, I’m a huge hopeless romantic and I dig cliches as long as they don’t make me cringe. I’m a night owl I tend to go to sleep late. I love taking on leadership roles and being challenged since I’m very competitive. I’m actually quite taller than average females, my height being 5’8”. I like reading, listening to music, working out if I don’t feel lazy or if i feel like it, going out with my friends. I’ve played volleyball and basketball for my school teams but I quit because how toxic the teams have become. Now I only play them for fun. Thank you so much for this and I hope I managed to follow all of the instructions. 💞

Thank you for ordering and following the instructions, you’ve made Kyupid very happy! Dalgona Matchup Latte coming right up— oh, and I think I already mentioned something about the side effects; so I matcha up with ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

➞ this relationship is just filled with love; that sounds like an obvious thing to have in a relationship, but this is just different — you both take ‘i can’t picture the future without you’ to a whole new level

➞ he falls for you first, and he fell hard; at that point, he just knew that there was no turning back, you were the one periodt

➞ he probably realized it when you suddenly stopped blabbering after you realized that he was just staring at you intently and got a bit flustered; all he could think about was ‘no, please don’t stop talking to me. i want to see your eyes sparkle more, i want to hear your voice more, i want you to be happy around me more. i want to be one of the reasons behind that heavenly laugh of yours. i want to see that beautiful smile of yours… for the rest of my life’

➞ of course he wanted you to be his, but even if you didn’t see him like that, he still wanted you to be a part of his life — that’s how important you became to him

➞ he will give you all of his love and attention; he’ll definitely voice out how much he loves that you’re quite clingy, he’ll even ask for you to not hold back with it

➞ expect to be treated like a princess; you’re literally gonna be spoiled with everything, whether it’s gifts or affection, you name it, it’s all yours

➞ he may need you to initiate the majority of your guys’ convos since he’s afraid that he might say something wrong (he’s canonically blunt, taunting, and have no filter) so bear with him, he’s still trying to be more sociable since he isn’t really experienced in that department (skdkskdk it hurt writing that)

➞ sometimes it’s obvious who loves the other one more between most couples; but with y’all? nuh-uh, y’all are just pure on simps for each other and it’s mad obvious to everyone; literally expect everyone at shiratorizawa to have made a ship name for y’all already, like it’s just that obvious

➞ semi will probably say, “look, it’s y/n” just to distract tendou, and mans will always look even if he knew that you were on vacay with your parents in a another country, like he’s just so whipped—

➞ i think because he’s very clueless when it comes to love, he resorts to watching romance movies to maybe learn a thing or two that may impress you

➞ but bby is so pure and innocent, he mostly copies the ones from disney; his fav would be the lady and the tramp spaghetti scene

“…what’re you doing?”

“i’m fhying thfwo be romanthwic.”

“what?”

“i said i was trying to be romantic 🥺 that was the last noodle… now we can’t be like dogs in love.”

“hey, how about we copy ellie and carl’s love story, hm?”

“…sato, she ends up dead.”

“well clearly not that part; but i want to live happily ever after with you. just us, and mini-me’s running around our front yard, while we just hold hands on the porch and drink our tea— what i’m trying to say is, i’ll marry you in the future, so wait until then, alright?”

➞ dates will include midnight escapades to the park to play some sports or just to sit on the slides and stargaze; spontaneous trips to tokyo literally right after school; pet store dates where you’ll see how caring and sweet he actually is; he’ll probably pull out a wagon and tell you to get on it, and you’ll probably just make everyone in your neighborhood smile and remember that love exists when they hear just a bunch of laughs and giggles, and they look outside to see you two and see how tendou looks at you with pure love in his eyes while he’s pulling you around the block like i— uwu, just uwu

➞ expect tendou to turn mundane things into competitions like, “baby, i bet i can slurp this juice box faster than you” and he’ll just completely fawn over how you suddenly have this glint in your eyes and you just look so beautiful to him

➞ you’re always showered with affection, but doesn’t mean that he doesn’t give you your space when needed

➞ he is not at all controlling; like literally unless you’re doing something that may cause you harm, then mans won’t interfere until you tell him to

wanna wear a tight dress? “of course, babe, you look breathtaking as always.”

wanna change your appearance? “ooh, a surprise! i’m all for this, sweetie. should i change mine too, so we could be matchy-matchy if you want?”

wanna hang out with a couple of friends, “you don’t need to ask me for permission, but i really appreciate it. go have fun, baby, and tell me all about it when you get home.”

➞ he may get jealous when you talk about your guy friends though, but he won’t stop you from hanging out with them (you’re not his property, and he’s very aware of that) he’ll most likely just pout and be like “but i’m your baby, right?”

➞ he gets insecure because of his past, he’ll end up thinking that you’re too perfect for him and that he doesn’t deserve you; so please give him all the affection and love that he’s starved of (or i’ll pull and steal ur mans, bby boo)

➞ just know that he’s very grateful to have you in his life; even if you do end up rejecting him, he’ll accept everything just for you to always be a part of his life even if you end up just being a friends

➞ btw, your height? damn, he literally thinks it’s so sexy, and the fact that he can literally just kiss you without having to worry about neck or back pains? he will literally end up peppering you with kisses, like legit you might end up suffocating (good luck with that, bby 😌✌️)

➞ i think you might be wearing the pants in the relationship…

➞ but anyways, you and tendou just radiate love energy to everyone; legit everyone sees the two of you with heart emojis all around and i mean, who wouldn’t want to be around a love so strong like you two’s?

I really hope that you enjoyed your Dalgona Matchup Latte! Here’s a visual of your movie-esque relationship: he’ll pull the cliché ‘let’s compare hands’ move before you guys will start dating, and ever since then, he’ll just adore the warmth of having your hands in his; your first kiss after a lil’ spontaneous hiking at a cliff; how he hugs you whenever he’s lost in his feeling for you (which is literally almost all the time) before leaning in to give a soft peck on your cheek; he will often feel as though maybe you shouldn’t be with him and that you deserve better, so during those times, please comfort him and remind him that he’s loved.

Thank you so, so much for ordering and being so kind; Kyupid hopes to see you again! Have a wonderful day, cutiepie ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*

an: you’re literally so nice 🥺 like thank you, bby, honestly. i really hope you enjoyed this! pls give tendou all the love and kisses that he deserves.

also thank you for requesting, bcus of you, i just now realized that i have been sleeping on my bby chicken tendou, and i will now commit to being a full time simp just for him… so expect me to pull up if you ever hurt my mans 😤🥺 jk ily

if you notice anything wrong with your request, dm me please so i can fix it! if the gif isn’t working if you don’t see any colored texts at all.

[lullabieswrappedinlies]

Boston Boys [Part Six]

Summary:  Chris and Aurelie discuss family; Chris and Elsa have their first date.   Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 2235 Chapter Warnings: Lying, angst, family issues. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :) It’s been a minute, no? I’m trying to do better, I promise! I have some time the next few days, I am going to do my best to catch up to my posting schedule! Which means you may see double or even triple posts from me for a bit. I hope you all are doing well, I can’t wait to catch up on the things I’ve been tagged in! :)

Boston Boys Masterlist

“You know, it’s really stupid that we only ever meet in the parking lot or here in the cafeteria.”

Aurelie laughed and playfully punched her brother in the arm. From the time her mother had married Chris’s father, they had a strong sibling connection. Aurelie was young but was well aware that something was amiss with the Evans family business. Chris played dumb for a couple of years until Aurelie wasn’t buying it anymore. After she got through high school, she went away for college and medical school. When she got the job at MassGen and returned to Boston, they decided together that it was best for her to not associate with the family much if at all. She could live her life in peace, help the crime guys and gals that came through the emergency room, and no one would be any the wiser.

“Spaghetti night,” Aurelie said, clapping her hands before moving her tray down the line. “You picked a good night to meet up.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, I’m not eating though. Ate already.”

That was a lie, something Chris didn’t do with Aurelie very often. He wasn’t ready to tell her about the date he had with Elsa later that night. Aurelie was going to ask too many questions and before he knew it, he’d be spilling out all the dirty details.

“Suit yourself,” Aurelie shrugged.

Chris waited patiently while Aurelie went through the line, paid for her meal, then found a booth for them to sit in. He sat across from her, stealing a drink from her water bottle.

“Ass.”

He chuckled and put the lid back on the bottle. Now that they were isolated, he pulled an envelope from inside his jacket and slid it across the table. Aurelie rolled her eyes.

“Is this the only reason you wanted to meet up tonight?”

Chris snorted. “Stop. You’re my sister, Aurelie. I do the business Dad asks me to do, but I still check in time to time for myself, too. I care about what’s going on with you.”

“Not much, honestly.” Except I’m sort-of, kind-of, seeing your eternal enemy. “Got my implant re-mapped the other day, I’ve been working like crazy, as always. Pretty much all the same. You?”

Chris checked his watch. Aurelie had been late to meet him, as to be expected sometimes in the ER. He didn’t want to be late to meet Elsa though -- not a good show for a first date.

“Running the barber shop and all that entails, the usual.”

Aurelie slurped up a chunk of spaghetti noodles, washed it down with some water, and nodded. “Shanna’s birthday is coming up.”

Chris sighed. “Don’t do this to me. You bitch about Dad to me, don’t start with Shanna.”

“I’m not starting with Shanna,” Aurelie said, rolling her eyes, “Scar texted me the other day to remind me. I’m making conversation.”

“Sorry. Yes, Shanna’s birthday is coming up. We’re going to do a thing at me and Scotty’s place. If you wanna brave it.”

Aurelie wrinkled her nose. “Nah, I don’t wanna ruin her day. She still hasn’t forgiven me, I take it? I’m not bitching, I’m only asking.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Aurelie. But, for the thing she thinks you did, no, she hasn’t forgiven you.”

“Figured as much. Here, take some of this money from me, buy her something she really wants, or chip me in on whatever you guys get for her.”

Chris frowned and held up his hands for her to keep the envelope put away. “I’ll take it out of your next stash. Might be a while for that, though.”

“You’re cutting the shit?” Aurelie asked, hopeful.

“Trying to, for now. The last referral was a big one. We’re set for a while.”

“Until the philanthropist wants you to keep going.”

Chris reached out and put a hand on her arm. “No, I’m serious. This isn’t his call, it’s mine. I’m set up. I’m looking at places on my own, in a different neighborhood. Things are changing.”

Aurelie looked at him for almost a full minute, trying to figure out if he was serious. This wasn’t the first time her big brother had wanted to turn over a new leaf, but things never changed. Not really. She wanted, desperately, to believe him.

“Don’t tell me, Chris. Show me.”

Chris took a deep breath. “Fair’s fair, on that. Things are gonna change. You’ll see. You’re gonna be proud of me.”

Her expression softened. “I’ve always been proud of you, Bub. I just think -- some conversations I have had recently have me thinking about things, I guess. You can change if you want to. You just have to want it bad enough.”

She stopped there before she told him the person she had been speaking to was John, and that really, the two men weren’t so dissimilar. They both wanted different things, it had just taken Chris longer to come around.

“What made you want to change your mind?” Aurelie asked.

That took Chris by surprise. “Uh, you know, I don’t know. Woke up one day and something clicked, I guess.”

The same way that Chris hadn’t -- and still didn’t -- buy that Aurelie had randomly brought up John Krasinski, Aurelie didn’t buy that Chris had randomly decided to stop robbing banks. It was strange, this new dynamic, keeping things from each other.

Although neither of them were keen to fill the other in on the new developments in their life, they both knew that keeping secrets from each other was like pulling the pin on a grenade. It was all going to explode, sooner rather than later.

Elsa sat nervously in the passenger seat of Chris’s car. She was excited for her date, but since the bank robbery, nervousness was just a part of her life. She tried to put on a happy face and hide her anxious fidgeting.

“Going all the way to Attleboro for dinner, that’s a little more than just outside the city,” Elsa chuckled in an attempt to calm herself down.

Chris smiled. “I know it’s a ways out, but there’s this place my sister introduced me to that has excellent clam chowder.”

“What is it with you Bostononians and clam chowder?”

“It’s a staple,” he shrugged. “You don’t like it?”

Elsa shrugged, too. “It’s all right. I do like local places.”

Chris smiled again, and Elsa settled back against the seat. She told Chris about a local bagel shop back home that she always went to Saturday mornings, got the same thing every time. It was the one time a week she knew she would have alone time.

“New York gets so busy, but that little shop … it was like the one quiet place in the middle of all the chaos. I do miss it sometimes. More often than I’d like to admit.”

Chris pulled up to the diner and parked his SUV. “Maybe this will be your new quiet place -- our new quiet place.”

Ours. Elsa liked the sound of that.

They found a booth to sit in and slid onto the benches across from each other. Chris asked her more about her family, but Elsa talked more about the city and her friends.

“Do you not want to talk about your family?”

Elsa sighed. She was given a momentary reprieve when the waitress came to take their orders -- neither of them ordered the chowder -- but then Chris’s eyes were right back on her, waiting for her to answer the question.

“My dad and I are close. My siblings and I are close too, I guess. My mother and I -- close isn’t really the word I would use for it. I love her, of course, but she never wanted me to come to Boston. She has a very clear idea of what she thinks my life should be. Majoring in history and working in a bank isn’t it.”

Chris winced. “I’m guessing going on a date with a local guy who works at a barber shop isn’t it, either?”

“This isn’t about her,” Elsa assured, though she wasn’t one-hundred-percent convinced herself. “I wanted to be here with you. To go out with you, I mean.”

Chris reached across the table and took her hand. “That’s good to hear because I wanted to be here with you, too.”

She smiled, and Chris smiled back. The waitress brought their food out a few minutes later, but from that moment on, Elsa felt far less tense. Something about Chris soothed her nerves and made her feel safe -- and that was a feeling she could get used to having.

A rare, slow night in the ER allowed Aurelie to take off a few hours before she was scheduled to finish her shift. She wanted to sleep for a long time, but first, she wanted a pan of cinnamon rolls from the diner in Attleboro to get into when she woke up.

She breezed into the diner and sat at the counter, asking the waitress for a pan of cinnamon rolls to go. She gratefully accepted a cup of coffee while she waited, sipping at the hot liquid and looking around the diner, taking in the familiar scenery -- including the familiar face of her brother. He was with a blonde, so she just smirked to herself. Chris was on a date and hadn’t told her about it? Maybe, whoever this woman was, was the reason Chris had decided to get his life on track. Aurelie couldn’t complain about that. She would come and go for now, but she was certainly going to give him the third degree later on.

But, then, the woman looked up from her plate and glanced around, and Aurelie recognized her instantly. The laceration on her forehead was still healing, but Aurelie didn’t easily forget a patient like Elsa Chapman. She finished her coffee, accepted and paid for her cinnamon rolls, then took one more look over at Chris’s booth. He broke his gaze from Elsa and took a cursory glance over the place -- always keeping up that situational awareness. Something you had to do when your family was heavily involved in crime. Chris’s eyes met Aurelie’s and went wide.

Aurelie rolled her eyes and stormed for the parking lot. The dots were connecting very quickly -- almost as quickly as Aurelie was losing respect for her brother.

“Aurelie, wait!” Chris yelled after her.

But she didn’t want to talk right now. She set the pan on the passenger seat and went to climb into her car, but Chris grabbed her by the arm.

“Will you listen to me? My dumb ass has been trying to explain catching up to you, but you’re not facing me and you’re pissed off. Did you hear anything I said?” Chris asked through gritted teeth.

“I don’t give a shit what you said,” Aurelie returned. “Answer me honestly, Chris. Were you guys the ones who kidnapped her?”

Chris’s expression softened. “How do you know about that? I thought you were just mad that I was out with someone and didn’t tell you.”

“You really think I care about your dating life? Ha! She came to MassGen. I examined her, sat with her while the the plastic surgeon stitched her up. Whoever took her hostage did a real number on her.”

“Listen,” Chris said, trying to calm her down and even throwing out a sign or two where he remembered them. “Someone rang the alarm. Scar panicked, thought it was Elsa, so she grabbed her, roughed her up. She wanted to go after her and make sure she wasn’t snitching, make sure she didn’t see any of us, but you know that girl -- she’s trigger happy. So, I did it. We clicked, and I -- I asked her out.”

Aurelie snorted. “You’re so wrong, you know that? What are you gonna do when she finds out? Chris -- listen. I’m glad you found someone you like but this isn’t the way to do it.”

“I know that. I’m going to tell her, I am. I just -- I have to find the right moment.”

Aurelie nodded. “In the meantime, I guess you’d like me to play dumb if I cross paths with her again.”

“If you don’t mind …”

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “The things I do for you, big brother.”

Chris ruffled her hair; the magnet from her cochlear disconnected. Aurelie ducked away from his hand and fixed it. Before they could say much else, Elsa stuck her head out the door of the diner, recognition showing in her expression.

“Dr. Juneau? Is that you?”

“Yeah, hi. How are you feeling?”

“Good. You two … you two know each other?”

Chris nodded. “Aurelie is my sister.”

“Stepsister,” Aurelie corrected, something she only did to annoy him. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your date. It’s nice to see you again.”

“You too,” Elsa smiled. She pointed back towards the booth. “I’ll let you guys finish your, uh … conversation.”

“I’ll be right back in,” Chris called after her. He looked to Aurelie. “Thank you, for not snitching me out.”

Aurelie shrugged. “It’s one thing to fuck up your life, Chris, but I hope you really think about it before you fuck hers up.”

She kissed her brother’s cheek and got in her car. If she was ready to sleep before, the rush of emotion now had her ready to slip into a coma.

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[incendixrism]

(kinda long drabble between two of my muses: Maki & Eph [Fu]. Happy Early Valentine’s Day!)

What else could try and help tune out the flurry of nervous thoughts than the bustle of Conton City, especially on an adopted holiday? Earth holidays were a sort of trend in the area, though none could tell how long they would be adopted. Storefronts were adorned with paper hearts and splashes of pink products, restaurants were advertising special candlelight dinners, and couples could be seen hand-in-hand along with other citizens just indulging in the positive energy of the city.

Maki could only keep nervously tapping her finger on the table she had sat at. She had only taken this outside table at a cafe to meet Fu here, yet she was starting to feel that might not happen. After all, he wasn’t very welcomed in the city, there was always a chance someone may have caught on to one of his disguises. Really, it’d be awful if she’d have to go out and fight like this!

Though, right as she was going to try and call him, a raven-haired man slid into the seat across from her at the table. He smirked as she looked up from her device, only for him to tip his circular sunglasses to give a wink. Yupp, that surely was him in his human disguise.

“Sorry about that! A clerk at the corner store almost caught on to my ID,” Fu snickered, waving his fake card. “ ‘Ephesians Chordata’ is an unnatural human name’. Geez! How judgmental! Not everyone on Earth has a boring name like John Smith Worchestershire the Third!”

Maki already found herself giggling with her nerves subsiding, though only slightly. The gift in her bag, along with something she had hidden in there as well, were a clear reminder to her of how stressful this could become. Isn’t that how gift-giving always was? There was always a chance of the other person not liking the gift, or they already had the item. Let alone, what could you really get for the man who could have everything he could ever want? At least, whatever was tangible to someone like her. 

“Oh! I did bring you something,” the demon went on, before reaching under the table. More or less, his way of discreetly opening portals without raising a public alarm. Then, placing a medium-sized white box on the table, tied together with a silver, cord-like ribbon. Fu was already trying to place it in her hands, with an excited grin on his face. “Go ahead and open it if you want!”

Maki obliged, gently pulling off the ribbon and slipping the cover off of it. Then, her eyes were met with a glittering sight. Within the box, there was a pale pink jewel crafted into the shape of a heart. Around it, pink & yellow roses decorated the sides along with pastel macarons and miniature pearls. She could already feel her face warming up as she looked it over, smiling. “F-Fu...this is beautiful! Thank you!”

“Well, y’know! A beautiful gift for someone just as beautiful!” he clasped his hands together, before leaning over and pointing out the features. “I also made the jewel into a makeshift energy storage crystal in case you need to save any sort of unique ki you wanna study! Since like, your reserves aren’t always the most reliable things in the world.”

The demon then stood up, plucking one of the pink roses from the box and proceeding to tie it into one of her hair buns. “And you can use these roses as little decorations for your hair.”

Maki’s face was already warming even more. Oh, they had been together for nearly 2 years now and she still couldn’t stop blushing every time he even looked her way. Though, now it was her turn to hand over her gift for him, and her nerves were already setting in. He gave her something so elaborate....what she had was so simplistic compared to his! Would he even like it?

“I, uh....I have something for you too,” the mutant spoke up as she reached into her bag. She could already see Fu perking up as he sat back down into his seat. Slipping the book from her bag, she hesitantly pushed the manga towards him bashfully. “It’s the next volume of that comic I know you really like.”

It was hell to get. She fought the crowds of the comic shop in Conton by sneaking in the night before they open with the first day of sale of the manga and stealing it. She knew she never would have gotten to it on time had she paid for it. Let alone, Zeno knows she would have fistfought the nerdy patrollers that dumped their cash on getting those volumes first, all to get a copy for Fu. Though, her efforts wouldn’t be in vain, right? She could see Fu’s face light up at the sight, then….a nervous look as he took it? Oh...no.

“Oh dear, this is really cool of you, Maks! But...um...I already have this one.” Her smile fell. Oh dear, one of her worst fears, but one she almost expected. It was his favorite series, of course he wouldn’t wait to get the newest volume. Her efforts really were in vain, and she felt her eyes avert away from him. Though, she could see from the corner of her eye that he only got more nervous. “Oh! It’s okay, it’s okay! This is lovely!” the demon spoke up, waving his hands. “I shouldn’t have said that, sorry. But hey! This could be my travel copy!” The damage was already done, Maki already felt a bit bummed for getting him something he already had. Let alone, she didn’t want him to feel like he had to lie to her about gifts so she wouldn’t be upset. She’d just have to think further outside of the box next time. He still seemed happy, right? He wasn’t disappointed in her, right? 

Then again, she did have a second present for him ready in her bag, but she was too scared to go through with it. Sure, it was a recommendation from a close friend that she said she’d never do, but her nerves were seemingly hyping her up. Though, would she be able to do it while feeling like this? She’d get too flustered too perhaps! She figured that maybe she’ll wait. 

“Well, here, I got big plans for us today, okay? So let’s make the most of it!” Fu said cheerily, taking her hand as she placed her new gift in her bag. She pepped herself back up, trying to match his ecstatic look as he went on, beginning to lead her off to another part of town. “I hope you don’t mind!” 

And so, they went on. 

First, to get something to eat. Fu’s idea was an Italian place that served almost divine spaghetti. Of course, they enjoyed their dinner, though Maki could tell Fu was trying to set up another plan like he saw in movies: getting them both to slurp the same noodle into a kiss. Though, Maki was much too distracted with arguing with herself on whether she should go through with her final gift to him to fall for his trick. Though she could keep up with his conversations, she couldn’t shake the will to go through with it, and the fear that she might massively embarrass herself. 

Then, after they ate, they moved on to a place to dance. It was a couples night, so of course they would be playing slow dances and ballads. Plus, Fu prided himself on being an excellent dancer, and the slow ones were much more kind to Maki’s inability to cut a rug. Though, even here she could tell he orchestrated some elements to appeal to her, like knowing he had the DJ play certain songs that they were familiar with. She figured he had slipped the DJ something wondrous to get that favor. 

Though the thought of the second gift still echoed in her mind, Maki tried to focus on her dance with the demon, sticking close. Though she was level with his chest, she tried to keep eye contact no matter how flustered she got. She could tell he had blatantly chosen some songs by their lyrics, given how many times she had heard lines about partners-in-crime, unlikely love, and secret meetings.The mutant was in awe of how far he had planned the night thus far, and it seemed he wasn’t done. 

Afterwards, Fu had planned to take her to the small fair that popped up in Conton every other week, only to see they had closed it early. He seemed to have been upset with this development, but quickly changed his course. Instead now, they strolled the nature district, admiring the botanical wonders of the universe that were grown there. Maki gently held onto his hand, listening to him excitedly chatter about all the plants. 

Though, she herself was zoning out as her nervous thoughts returned to haunt her. She was thinking more on all she had done tonight, and how Fu had almost done everything, even giving her a gift that she couldn’t dream of. The most she did? Give him a book he already had. She couldn’t live with that! She wanted to pay him back for everything tonight, all the fun he had set up for them. Though, that would mean withdrawing the second gift from her bag. Could she...even do that? It was something she had never done for him before….how would he even feel? One could always say the fact that she protects him and retrieves things for him was payback enough, but she did that all the time already! She couldn’t stand it! She had to absolutely do something else to pay him back! She couldn’t let his kindness be in vain! She couldn’t-!

“Maks? Is everything okay?” Maki snapped out of it, looking back at a concerned Fu. Though the shades of his human disguise partly hid his eyes, she could see that he seemed worried. “You’ve been kinda tense all night. Did….something happen? Or, is it about the book?” he proceeded to inquire. He’s finally noticed, and her final decision had popped into her head. If she was going to embarrass herself, she might as well do it in front of him and not anyone else. 

Thus, she looked around to make sure there were no bystanders before pulling the demon into a secluded grove. She brought him over by a tree that bore glowing wisps, and rocks sanded until they were flat on the tops as seats for visitors that could find it. Ever so gently, the mutant sat Fu on one of the rocks before sitting on one of her own.

 “I...still have one more present to give you,” Maki simply said, before opening her bag and pulling out a ukulele. She could already feel her face burning, feeling his eyes on her as she plucked one note. Wait...it was the wrong one. Try again. Also the wrong one. Shit. Then, finally the correct first note, then carrying on to the instrumental melody of the song she thought of. Finally, her own, quiet vocals. 

It had been a recommendation that she do this for him by a close friend who aided her in understanding relationships. Just serenade him with a song that makes you think of him, is what she was told. And so she went on, too afraid to meet his eyes as she continued, trying not to stutter or let her hands slip. Was it going to be enough? It all was just a song that she felt matched how their relationship flowed. It even had bits about their lives, even being viewed as evil by some. Would he like it? She couldn’t help but remain anxious. All these days of singing along to the radio in her room when she’s alone, was it going to be worth it? Did she sound sincere enough? 

As she plucked the final note and sucked in an anxious breath, she looked back up at Fu. Unexpectedly to her, he looked like he was almost on the verge of tears, and his disguise had seemingly melted away to reveal his true features. Did she upset him? Is that why he looked like he was about to cry? Though, this thought derailed the moment he lunged and pulled her into a twirling hug. Maki was quite caught off guard. 

“U-Um….I didn’t write it so I hope that doesn’t disappoint you…” she could only manage to say, before he pulled away. No, he didn’t look upset at all! He looked overwhelmed with happiness, wiping away tears of joy. 

“That doesn’t matter to me. That...was wonderful Maks!” the demon replied, planting a kiss upon her forehead. Though, the longer he showed his true form, the more nervous she got.

“A-Ah, your disguise faded! People are gonna see…”

“Who cares about that right now! I can get away from them easily anyways, I’m too busy enjoying everything you’ve given to me. T..Thank you!” He fell back into hugging her, only for her to wrap her arms around him right back. Maki herself, she nearly couldn’t believe it. He….actually liked her voice in that form? She felt her heart do a joyous flip. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Those anxious thoughts really were wrong. She really couldn’t be any happier. 

“It’s my big way of saying ‘I love you’ I suppose,” she giggled, only to feel the young man nuzzle up by her neck. 

“I love it. I loved every bit of it. Just as much as I love you,” Fu replied, clasping one of her hands with his. Though, he then snickered. “So like, lullabying me to sleep one day isn’t out of the question, right?” 

Maki snorted, patting his head. “If you beg for it enough I guess.”

“Perfect!” 

He released her then, but kept her hand held. He had then shifted towards her, getting close as if he wanted to give her one more kiss, though they were interrupted. Hearing a branch snap, the demon haphazardly shifted back into his disguise. From behind them came a patroller tasked with surveying the gardens and making sure nobody was getting into crevices and ruining the botanical life. She shined her flashlight at the two, before sighing.

“Alright you two….whatever you’re doing...don’t do that here. Go home. We still got kids out and we don’t need them seeing a buncha weirdos sucking face,” the woman grumbled, before making a shooing motion at the couple. Fu suppressed a chuckle, then nodded.

“Sure thing! We were about to go elsewhere anyways,” he spoke up, before making sure they had everything and leading Maki out of the area. “I got a couple more things we can do if you want. It isn’t that late anyways. So, what do you think?” Fu turned back to his partner, only to be met with her smile. 

“Whatever’s the most fun. I don’t mind causing a bit of controversy on a day like this,” she replied, before shifting to a smirk, to which he matched. Their typical shenanigans of bending the rules of time and poking at organs, what could be more romantic?

“If you say so, Bunbun. What do you say about another Pilaf-As-Goku timeline?” 

“I say it’s perfect!” 

And so, they were off, leaving behind the lights of the city that so disapproved of their doings. What else could be more fun, than causing chaos with the one you love?

[lovecrazyjennybear]

When Love Is True

Summary: Patton finds the courage to tell his family that he has a boyfriend. (takes place between chapter 21 and 22 of @fearfilledvirgil‘s Ivity and Anx story so I’d recommend reading that first, but it’s not necessary)  Warnings: Cursing, Spiraling thoughts, Crying. Please let me know if any others need to be tagged! Word Count: 2106 Pairing: Romantic Logicality (mentioned), Brotherly Analogical (mentioned) Platonic Moxiety A/N: @fearfilledvirgil‘s story is absolutely amazing. The world they built is stunning and the progression of everything. From the happy moments to the ones that rip your heart out. Honestly if you haven’t read it I highly recommend you do. They’re also just an awesome human

Patton was busy baking in the kitchen. Honestly it was a way to distract himself. He knew that he had to tell his family that he and Logan were a couple. It scared him more than he’d ever admit. What if his parents weren’t okay with him dating a college student? What if the age gap was too much for them to approve? What if-

“Patton?” Virgil’s voice broke Patton out of his string of ‘what ifs.’ “Yeah kiddo?” He turned to face his black and purple clad roommate. “Um...please don’t take this the wrong way but, uh, why are you stress baking?” Virgil said the main part of his question so quickly it seemed like one big word. “What are you talking about? I’m not stress baking.” Patton lied, a twinge of guilt sitting in his chest. “Are you sure?” “Yup! I’m feeling just jiffy” The younger held up the jar of Jif peanut butter he was using. “Please don’t be mad or, or take this the wrong way...but I don’t think that’s the truth Patton.” “Now kiddo, that’s not really a sweet thing to say…” “You usually hum. And you have been asking me to bake with you.” Virgil blurted out before Patton could continue. The younger boy was amazed how vigilant the other was. He knew that Virgil noticed more smaller details than most but he didn’t think he’d notice a pattern in less than a month. With a sigh, Patton put the bowl down. “Sorry about that, Virgil. I know you don’t like being lied to.” “You don’t really like lying either.” “Yeah…” “Do you, um, do you wanna talk about it?” Virgil offered “It’s silly.” “Patton however your feeling isn’t silly.” Despite his dislike for much physical touch, Virgil reached out and gently took Patton’s hand. “However your feeling is normal. It’s not bad.” Patton’s heart soared at Virgil initiating a touch. It also soared because in such a short amount of time, Virgil learned so much about how Patton acted. “I want to tell my family about Logan but I’m scared to.” Virgil nodded slightly. “Because he’s supposed to be at college instead of here?” He saw Patton nod. “Do you...do you want me to, um, be here with you?” A faint blush rose on Virgil’s cheeks. He wanted to defend his best friend to anyone who would say anything negative about him, but he also felt like Patton would do better with the support. “You’d do that?” “Mhm.” “Thank you Virgil!” Patton quickly hugged the other boy before remembering his dislike for touch. “Sorry” “It’s ok. Sometimes you just need to give a hug.” A small, reassuring smile tugged on Virgil’s lips. “Now what are you making?”

After talking with Virgil while they were baking, Patton decided to tell his family about Logan over dinner. Virgil suggested that he and Patton make his spaghetti and meatballs because “no one can be mad while slurping noodles”. Patton knew that Virgil was wanting to pay his family back for taking him in, as well as helping keep his mind busy. Deep down, Patton was thankful that Virgil was staying with him and helping keep him busy. It kept him from spiraling down some darker thoughts. He was also very grateful that Virgil was going to be with him when he told his family. If anyone would help defend Patton’s choice it would be Virgil. Virgil helped Patton plate the food and bring it to the table. He then sat and gently bumped his knee against Patton’s to reassure him. Patton smiled a little and took a bite of his food.

A couple minutes into dinner, Patton’s mother asked “Anything exciting happen today?” “I saw a butterfly land on the branch by my window!” Patton’s youngest sister said. “That’s pretty cool to see.” “Um...it wasn’t today but there is something exciting.” Patton said nervously. “Ooh exciting is a good thing.” Patton nodded. “I’m seeing someone. A boy.” “A good friend of mine, actually.” Virgil added. “Do we know this boy?” Patton’s father asked. “Is he in your class?” Patton shook his head. “He was in the GSA club with me last year though.” “Not this year?” Curiosity was clear on his mother’s face. “No. He’s only in town because Virgil needed him.” Virgil gently nudged Patton’s leg again. “He’s supposed to be at college.” There was silence after that. The kids at the table were looking between Patton and their parents. Patton looked down at his food, fighting back tears. Virgil saw how he was acting and decided he couldn’t stay quiet. He realized he didn’t like seeing Patton look so defeated. “Logan is a wonderful person. He’s been with me through everything, ever since we first met. And it’s clear that he cares for Patton. I haven’t seen him so happy around someone as he is around your son. He’s showing more emotions and honestly, he’s getting tongue tied. Which is not something he does, like ever. He’s always been very careful with his speech. That’s one of the many reasons he was able to graduate early. “Logan is honored to be dating your son. And the two of them together are fucking amazing. And it shouldn’t be your place to make Patton feel bad for following his heart because his heart is what lead him to ask you to let me stay. His heart was the one who lead him to Roman, who is another fucking amazing person that’s in Patton’s life. You have no place to judge him just because the person he loves is a little older than him.” Virgil looked at Patton, honestly amazed that he didn’t just get told to watch his language from the younger boy, especially because he spoke to his family like that. And in front of his younger siblings. “No one should be judged for who they love.” Virgil turned his gaze to Patton’s parents again. “Logan’s brilliant and kind and trusting. He cares about Patton more than I’ve seen him care for anyone he doesn’t consider family. Patton helps balance Logan out too by showing him that his emotions are valid and something that can be understood with time and learning. They work amazingly off each other and together. And anyone who can’t see that within the first five seconds of seeing them together is a blind idiot. And anyone who doesn’t allow such a badass love flourish is a worse idiot.” Virgil reached out and touched Patton’s hand under the table, gently squeezing it to let him know that he was there. That nothing was going to change about that. Patton quickly squeezed it back and didn’t let go. He needed the reassurance more than anything right now. As much as he wanted his family to approve of Logan, he knew that Virgil standing up for their love like that was enough for him not to let it go. It was really nice to hear such amazing things about that love.

Despite that, the silence was starting to get to him. He wanted someone to say something. He’d rather hear that they didn’t approve than this nothingness. Deep down he knew that the kids wouldn’t get involved, they were too young to fully understand what was happening, but he wished they would say something. Anything.

They’re going to ban you from seeing him. They’re going to kick Virgil out for talking to them like that. They might even kick me out. I really hope not, but they might. What if they do? Where am I going to go? I can’t put that on Logan or Roman. It wouldn’t be fair. I couldn’t put that on them. Especially because Virgil would have nowhere to go now. Virgil squeezed Patton’s hand hard, pulling him from the thoughts in his head. There was concern in his eyes when Patton met them. Patton gave him a very small shake of his head, answering the unspoken question between them. With a nod that was just as small, Virgil pushed himself away from the table, his hand never leaving Patton’s.

“Come on Pat.” Virgil said softly, gently pulling Patton to his feet. He continued to gently lead Patton out of the dining room, up to their room. Once inside, Virgil closed the door and moved to sit on Patton’s bed, never letting go of his hand. Patton sat next to him, looking down at the floor. Virgil put his arm around Patton and softly pushed him so he was leaning against his chest. At that small motion, Patton couldn’t hold back his tears. He buried his face into Virgil’s hoodie and sobbed. He was acutely aware of Virgil’s hand rubbing softly up and down his back. His whole body wracked with each sob, and he knew that he should care that he was messing up Virgil’s jacket, or being in close contact with him for so long but he didn’t. All he cared about right now was crying until he felt better. Virgil was softly mumbling reassurances to him until the sobs subsided. Patton hiccuped now that his breathing was more under control. “S’rry Virge.” “It’s snot a problem Patton. I did the same to you at Roman’s.” Patton couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the pun. “Still.” Patton sat up and used his sleeve to wipe his eyes. “I know you don’t like touch.” “Pat, I’d rather be here for you to hang on to and cry when you need it, then you have to do it alone. I still don’t like most touch but with you and Logan and even Roman, I’m starting to not mind it as much. With you guys I know I’m safe. Just no ninja hugs ok? At least warn a dude.” A small smile spread across Patton’s lips. “No surprise hugs. And I’m really glad you’re getting more used to touch kiddo.” “All thanks to you three.” There was a soft knock on the door. Patton turned to look at it, not sure if he was up for whoever was on the other side. Virgil didn’t move to open it, letting Patton be the one who decided. After a couple seconds, there was another soft knock. Knowing that it was his mother and that she probably wouldn’t give up easily, Patton sighed and stood up. Virgil stood as well, but didn’t move to open the door, more as a way to help protect Patton again if needed and show him that he backed him up. Patton opened the door to his mother on the other side. “Oh Patton.” She said, noticing the tear lines on his face. “Sweetheart. We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to make you cry.” “It’s ok mom.” “It’s really not.” Virgil said, more to himself, but Patton still turned around and gave him a disapproving look. “Virgil’s right.” Patton turned around to face his mother again. “We shouldn’t’ve made you feel bad for who you love. It’s just a lot for us to take in. If this boy caught your eye and you love him, then we should support you. And with what Virgil told us about him, he sounds like a very kind man. We’d like to meet him, and get to know him.” “Really?” Patton almost didn’t want to believe it. “Really. Anyone who has such faithful friends must be a good person. We should give him a chance.” She looked at Virgil. “Though hopefully with less cursing in front of the others.” Virgil blushed slightly. “Sorry.” “Put a few dollars in the swear jar and we’ll count it even.” There was a faint smile on her lips. “You defended your friend, I can’t be upset with you for it.” “He’s like my brother. He was there when no one else was. I’d defend him through anything. I probably could’ve handled it a little better though.”

“You spoke your mind. We can’t be upset with you about that either.” “You guys aren’t mad with me being in love with someone in college?” Patton asked, hope seeping through his question. “Of course we’re not honey.” Patton’s mother held her arms open to him. Patton quickly hugged her. “I’m glad. I’m really glad.” “Let us know when he’s free for dinner.” “I will mom.” Virgil couldn’t help but smile. He was glad that Patton’s family was supportive. And the smile that was on Patton’s face was well worth any talking to he’d get for his cursing in the future. He wanted Logan and Patton to have their happily ever after and would do anything to make it happen.

[specialmindz]

“YIP! YIP!”

A small annoying dog bounced around the two little skeletons, hoping for one of them to drop one of their tasty frozen treats.

“YIP, YIP YIP YIP!”

“i think he wants your ice cream bro...” said Sans slyly.

“ALL HE’S GONNA GET IS MAH FOOT UP HIS ASS! DIS MY ICE CWEAM! GO WAY DOODY-DOG!”

“YIP YIP!” The dog continued to run about, completely oblivious to the infant’s anger.

“pap, it’s melting.”

“*GASP!*” Frantically, Papyrus lapped at his cone, not wanting his hand and sleeve to get sticky and gross. He usually waited until his ice cream was gone before intentionally getting messy like a good baby, but this dog was proving to be quite a distraction.

“YOU WANNA DIE DOGGY? IS DAT WHAT YOU WANT? I USE YO’ FUR AS A BLANKY!”

“why don’t you just give him a little lick pap? just a little one.”

“Nyeh?” Pap looked at him quizzically. “You want me to lick da’ pup?”

“no-”

“I lick em’ on da’ snout?”

“no bro, you’re not listening to me.”

 And the baby continued not to listen, giving the dog a small lick on the nose. Maybe if the doggy thought Papyrus was a friend, he would stop trying to get at his ice cream.

Friends didn’t take friend’s ice cream.

“There you go doody-dog! We friends now, so you go home.”

The dog pawed at his nose and whimpered, not liking how the air was now suddenly too chilly in that particular area.

“you’re so gross pap, heh heh heh!”

“Nyeh? YOU GOSS! I gots to protect mah cweam cause’ SOMEBODY won’t look after me!”

“i have one hp bro! whaddya’ want me to do, kick em’? he’ll bite me and i’ll die papyrus.”

“Throw a snowball then lazybones! Im-po-vise!”

“now if i do that, i’ll have to hold my cone in one hand or it’ll get dirty, and eventually my arm will get tired and then i’ll have a problem.”

“YOU HAVE A PROBLEM NOW!”

“not with these i don’t,” said Sans pulling out an old CD player and ear buds. The batteries were long dead, but luckily for him, Papyrus didn’t know that. He could pretend not to hear him as long as the infant didn’t start wondering why he never heard anything despite his older brother turning the volume up whenever he yelled.

 “Why you gotta ignore the baby Snas? I gots a per-dicament over here and you’s not helping me...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...I hope you drop your stupid stink phallic ice cweam.”

“my ice creams not phallic!”

“Yes it is. Why you so cweepy Snas? Don’t you want friends?”

“I’M creepy?! my ice cream’s just like this, i didn’t make it! besides, who pretends his spaghetti noodles are snakes?”

 “I does! Da’ meatballs be eggies,” said the baby smiling. “The biggest noodle be the mama snake and I’s the bird that gobbles em’ all up! Nyeh heh heh!”

“...”

“Then I eats the eggs.”

Sans chuckled and slurped up some juice from his popsicle. “you eat the eggs huh? you know there are babies in those eggs...”

“...Nyeh?”

“yep. little baby snakes. 

“Nuh uh! The eggs be for the snake’s breakfast! People don’t eat babies!” 

“uh, yeah they do bro. where do you think baby snakes come from? you think the mom just poops them out?”

“Yes.”

“no. no pap, they come from eggs.”

 Papyrus’s eyes filled with tears. “I’s eating babies...?” 

“uh..”

Oh crap!

“Nyeh…nyeehhh…”

“no! no no no, don’t cry! you’re PRETENDING to eat babies! your meatballs are made of meat pappy.”

“Meat of baby?”

“no bro, they’re probably made of magic.”

“Magic babies?”

“NO.”

  Note to self, don’t feed Pappy eggs.

“Is dis ice cweam made of baby?” The baby bones held up his melting ice cream.

“*sigh* no bro, it’s not. just eggs.”

“But there be a talking snowman over in Snowdin. Maybe dis ice cweam be his baby!”

“nope.”

“But maybe it is! Maybe da’ ice cweam man be evil big Buther! Maybe he steals the snowman babies and sells em’ on da’ market!”

“…i highly doubt that.”

“I bet he do. I bet he evil as hell! You just like him cause’ he give you food.”

“hey screw you pal, I like him cause’ he’s cheap-”

“YOU CHEEP! YOU SELL YOUR MORALITY FOR SWEETS! You’s bad big Buther, you’s bad and I’m telling Daddy!”

“you do that.”

“I’m gonna! Imma tell upon you and destroy da’ ice cweam man too!”

“the hell you will! you leave that monster alone papyrus!”

“NYEH HEE HEE! IMMA SAVE DA’ BABIES!”

“GET BACK HERE!”

The infant took off like a bullet, the dog and Sans right on his heels.

“YIP YIP!”

“GET LOST DOODY-DOG! I’S RUNNING OVER HERE!”

“TRIP HIM! TRIP HIM DOG!”

“DON’T TRIP DA’ BABY!”

“YIP, YIP YIP!”

“Huh?” The ice cream man tilted his head from behind the umbrella of his cart to try and spot where the commotion was coming from. “Aw-hawww, are you three having fun?”

“RUN DUDE! FUCKING RUN!!”

“DIE BABY-KILLER!!”

BLOOSH!

BLOOSH!

Two Gaster Blasters fired in succession, one incinerating the ice cream man’s hat.

“AHHH! WHAT THE HELL KID?!”

“NYEHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

BLOOSH!

BLOOSH!

“WHY IS HE ATTACKING ME? SANS YOU SWORE HE WOULDN’T ATTACK ME!”

“YOU’S SELLING BABIES ON DA’ MARKET!”

BLOOSH!

“SANS GET YOUR CRAZY BROTHER!!” Screamed the cart-owner ducking down. It was a miracle he hadn’t been killed yet, but if this kept up…

“I’M TRYING! BRO STOP!”

“I GOTS TO SAVE THE BABIES SNAS!”

“THE ICE CREAM’S NOT MADE OF BABIES, IT’S MADE OF MILK!”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus stopped. “But is all frozen and-“ looking down at his ice cream, he saw that it was no longer frozen; the heat wafting in from Hotland had melted it, leaving only bits of magic strawberries behind.

“*SLUUURP!* EWWWW! Dis NASTY! It taste like medi-sin! You trying to get baby high? You work wit Jerry?”

“yeah pap. he’s the high cream man, heh heh heh!”

“…Go home Snas.”

“YIP YIP YIP!” The little dog joyfully lapped up the drippings of the cone, seemingly oblivious to the whole situation. The monster behind the cart was sadly however, NOT so ADHD.

“Why don’t you BOTH go home? Just-just all of you GO HOME.”

“wh-why me? What’d I do?”

“What’d you do? You made a joke instead of I dunno, maybe TELLING YOUR BROTHER NOT TO MURDER PEOPLE?”

“…it was just a joke. I was just trying to lighten the mood a lil’ bit, chill out.”

“It’s not the joke Sans, it’s the fact that you ignored what just happened. I’ve seen you two playing alone for a long time now and it’s because of THIS that you ARE alone. You can’t just ignore your brother’s dangerous behavior or it’s going to get worse-”

“whatever!” exclaimed Sans, highly offended. “who are you to tell me how to raise MY family? you don’t know me OR my bro! pap’s just a baby, i’m sorry he can’t control his emotions ALL the time! i’m not his dad anyway, he’s not MY responsibility-”

“You’re not much of a brother either. Why don’t you try a bit more discipline or something? If that doesn’t work, maybe you should consider putting him somewhere he can’t hurt people.”

“Nyeh…?”

“i’ll keep that in mind. in the meantime, maaaybe you should consider minding your own business?”

“You sending me away…?”

“of course not baby bro,” said Sans, kneeling down and placing a hand on the infant’s shoulder. “you mean the world to me! who’d want to get rid of such a cute baby anyway?”

“Dat’s too…but is also too dat you don’t gots many friends. Is dat really cause’ of me?”

“Of course not,” said a voice from around the corner. “These people are just idiots. Idiot cowards.”

“flowey!”

“Yes yes, it’s Flowey the flower. Here to save the day once again. What seems to be the problem here?”

“This baby-”

“That question was rhetorical. We OBVIOUSLY have another case of a full grown adult picking on a child. Shocker.”

“HE ATTACKED ME!”

“The baby attacked you? With what?”

“With his magic cannon things!”

“He attacked you with his magic?”

“Yes!”

“That thing that EVERYBODY has? That thing YOU have?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“…”

“Look, I know what you’re getting at talking…flower…but I can’t just fight a baby-”

“Why not? If Papyrus is being a turd-sandwich then Beat. His. Ass. Simple.”

“Um, Dirtbutt, you’s not helping me very good…”

“Who says I’m here to help you? Hit the road thumb-sucker.”

“GRR! NYEH!” With all the strength a little baby bones could muster, Papyrus angrily threw his empty cone at the big-mouthed traitor in front of him, hoping to at LEAST cover him in yucky pink goo. Instead it hit the wall with a *CUSH!* and merely splattered on the ground; Waterfall’s runoff quickly washing it away.

“Nice shot, you’re a regular Robin Hood-”

“STUPID STINK FLOWER!”

“bro, no! we don’t throw things!”

“Sometimes I do…”

“no we don’t!”

“But sometimes I do…”

“He’s trying to tell you that you SHOULDN’T throw things,” said the ice cream man preparing another cone. No doubt the baby would want another one and anyone’s G was good G in his opinion, especially in these hard times. The ice cream man was one of the more profitable jobs in the Underground because of the importance people placed on their children, but his image needed to be maintained. Calm, patient, and kind; that was the ice cream man, and he was good at it. Sans had even once called him the Nice cream man as a joke and more and more people were beginning to catch on to the name. Hopefully one day his son would take over the family business, but until then…

“Would you like another cone? This time be sure to stay away from Waterfall’s exit, it tends to get a bit hot there.” He held the cone out to the infant with a smile, hoping the brothers both would forgive and forget their little argument.

WHAP!

“NOBODY WANTS YOUR STUPID MEDICATED ICE CREAM!” shouted Flowey, slapping the cone out of the monster’s hand. Papyrus quickly caught it using his Wingdings and looked at it curiously.

“Dis health cweam? Dis good for the baby?”

“Yes it is,” replied the ice cream man glaring at the plant. “It’s a special blend that’s easy to eat and heals children too young for adult medicine and foods. That’s why it’s so popular…speaking of medication,” his glare softened. “Are you in need of first aid? You’re a plant, but you look like you just came from Hotland…”

“I came from the Lab actually. And do you know WHY I came from the Lab?”

“Oooh ooh! Pick me! Baby knows!”

“Yeah? I bet Smiley knows too, don’tcha buddy?”

“…is it because I left you there-”

“IT’S BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME THERE!!”

The ice cream man slowly began to move his cart away towards Snowdin, hoping no one would notice him leaving. He didn’t know who this flower was, but he’d served customers like this before. The extra G was NOT worth the headache he was currently getting…nor was a cave-in.

“how’d you get past the lava entrance?”

“I FREAKING RAN SMILEY!”

The tiny plant dipped his burning roots in one of Waterfall’s shallow puddles. For a moment there, he didn’t think he would make it. It took a massive amount of courage and Determination to even attempt the journey, but with the help of his cabin fever, he found the strength to take a chance at freedom. Now though he had another problem.

Where am I gonna find a new place to photosynthesize?

I had Alphys’s sun lamps in the Lab, but here…

“I need to find a place with good sun…”

“Da’ Ruins gots good sun…”

“Huh?”

“bro, you’ve seen the sun?!”

“Where? Where is it?”

I’m NOT going back to that stupid lab.

“Is where dat big-ass door be…and da’ doggy door.”

“YIP YIP!”

“Big door…?”

Flowey thought back a long time ago to when he and Chara used to explore the Underground. He remembered a bright field of flowers, but that was in the opposite direction in the throne room near their home…and it didn’t have a door.

A big door…a big door…

“Ugh, I can’t remember what you’re talking about!”

“Nyeh?”

“Uh, I mean, I HEARD about the door, from one of your dad’s phone calls, but I don’t remember what he said.”

“…”

“YIP YIP YIP!”

“SHUT UP FUR BAG! YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANY ICE CREAM!”

Was there ever a door Chara couldn’t get through? One with a doggy door?

“i wanna see the sun…” said Sans quietly.

“You wanna see da’ sun? Why big Buther? It hurt your eyes and make you hot.”

“the sun is the biggest star in the world though pap…”

“THE SUN’S A SPARKLY?!”

“yep, and it’s bigger than ANYTHING.”

“Bigger than Fluffy Buns?!”

“yep!”

“Bigger than yo’ head?!”

“…yeah.”

“If you’ve seen the sun Trashbag, then WHY are you asking how big it is?”

“…I only see it a widdle bit from a hole in da’ ceiling…and only sometimes. Is when da’ doody dog go home. There be a hole behind his com-poo-ter dat leads to the Ruins and udder paces too.”

“the dog...has a computer. right.”

“Where is this door?”

“just ignore him flowey, he’s obviously lying,” said Sans extremely disappointed.

“No he’s not.”

“how do you know?”

“Just trust me he’s not!”

We’ve had problems with this dog since we moved into the Underground.

The Annoying Dog was one of the smaller complaints the kingdom’s people had, but he was long lasting and weird. The little creature reminded Flowey of Papyrus in a way, causing problems wherever he went and getting away with it because he ‘didn’t know any better.’ He’d often heard of seemingly random items going missing from various places never to be found again. Some monsters claimed in horror, that they’d seen the dog absorbing some of the items into his body before scampering away, sometimes through the walls as if he were a ghost. The king warned everyone not to pet the Annoying Dog and to keep their distance whenever they could, but it seemed impossible to keep the hound out of any building. Many would cry out in terror upon turning around and suddenly seeing the legendary monster wagging his tail in their kitchen or living room, although the doors and windows were locked and they had been alone only moments before.

Chara had a strange fascination with the furry menace that Flowey always had a hard time understanding. Whenever the dog was spotted, they’d drop whatever they were doing and run after him, only to lose him in a wall somewhere. They’d then pound on the stone and search it for some sort of crease while Flowey let out a breath of relief from behind. The dog reminded him of Papyrus, true, but the absorbtion ability also brought back memories of a monster from an old VHS tape they had found at the Dump simply called the Thing.

He wanted nothing to do with this creature, no matter HOW much loot he had stored away.

I don’t have a choice anymore though. I need to go through this mutt’s tunnel if I want to find a place to gather energy.

“YIP YIP!”

“Da’ doggy door be in Snowdin. It gots the kingdom shapes on it and is reeeal tall! As big as a tree!”

“…Are you talking about that door in that cave with all the glowing mushrooms?”

“Yeah.”

“You idiot! That’s not a doggy door!”

“Is too! Is the door the doody dog uses! I sees it!”

“Stupid baby.”

“hey, c’mon now. the longer we fight the more pap’s ice cream melts. we need the dog to open the door, right? I mean, no one else has said anything about finding his house so…”

“Yep! Da’ doody dog gots to go inside first or it don’t open.”

“alright then, let’s go.”

“Right!” Flowey jumped up and wrapped himself around Sans. “ONWARDS DUMBO! TO SNOWDIN TUT TUT!”

“GET OFF ME!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

Leading the dog with the ice cream, the three reached the cave and went inside.

“SEE? No doggy door.”

“Nyeh? You blind Dirt-Butt? Is right there!”

“That’s NOT a doggy door. Doggy doors have flaps!”

“bro, watch where you’re swinging that thi-aww! You got it all over my hoodie!”

“Nyeh heh heh, cweeeeen it up.”

“you clean it up!”

The Annoying Dog watched as a glob of strawberry ice cream slid down the side of Sans’ sleeve, almost hitting the ground.

“You want dis cweam doggy?”

He said nothing and continued to eye the glob expectantly.

“Open the door and I give you all da’ yumminess you can dweam of.”

Again, the baby was ignored as the dog licked it’s chops and shuffled his paws impatiently, waiting for the glob to fall.

“He’s not listening to you. Smear some ice cream on the door or something.”

“Kay’.”

Waddling over to the door Papyrus stopped and dropped down on all fours, holding his ice cream in the air with his Wingdings.

“What the hell are you do-”

“YIP YIP! I’s a baby doggy and I wish to pee on da’ carpet, but I can’t get inside. Oh woe is me! *WHINE*”

“Arf…?” The dog lifted an ear and tilted his head in confusion.

“Of all the stupid…”

“heh heh heh heh! go pappy! show em’ what you want!”

SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH!

Using both hands, Papyrus scratched at the door as best he could, whining pitifully and using his font to communicate. This time, the dog DID listen, turning away from the glob on Sans’ hoodie and morphing through the wall in his patent disturbing way.

“Ugh, I hate seeing that.”

“did…that dog just go through the wall…?”

Weird…

“hm…well whatever, good job bro!”

Smiling, Papyrus rolled over onto his back and pushed at the door with both feet, opining it. Inside the dog stood on a patchwork blanket panting and grinning as always.

“That tunnel better be here you milk-puking-”

“Is under the com-poo-ter I said! Why you no listen Dirt-Butt? Dat’s how you learn things ya’ know?”

“*WHINE WHINE!*”

“Oh yeah! Here you go doody dog!” said Papyrus handing over his Ice cream. “Be sure to eat the cone too, cause’ littering is bad, right Snas?”

“right.”

The happy hound ate the entire thing almost immediately, licking his nose and sniffing around for any bits he may have missed.

“Nyeh heh heh! He eat like you big Buther!”

“Yeah he does, the PIG!”

“…”

“Speaking of pigs, you might not fit in here Smiley,” said Flowey inspecting the tunnel with a frown. “Maybe you should go home and eat some popato chisps, I don’t need an entourage anyway.”    

“whatever! both of you can get bent, I can fit in there no problem!” exclaimed Sans, though he did have his doubts.

We definitely need to widen this tunnel or something if we ever plan to come back here. Papyrus is good at digging and building stuff, maybe he can do something about it later.

“NO you can’t, you’ll get stuck you moron.”

“no i won’t...”

“Fine, learn the hard way. What do I care? Just let me go first.”

“No! BABY goes first. I knows da’ way, you’ll just get lost like the Ugly Duckling. Member’ dat book Snas?”

“Did you just call me ugly?”

“yeah I remember the book, but more importantly, you’re telling the truth right? If there’s a maze of tunnels in here and we get lost, we’ll die pap. no one knows we’re down here…”

“YOU’RE ugly.”

“I knows the way, but you gots to follow mah butt kay’? Follow the baby butt and don’t go nowhere else. Even if you see a Veggie monster, you gots to follow the butt Snas, or you get lost. Lossa tunnels down here.”

“You’re ugly and you’re stupid.”

“iiii won’t wander off baby bro.”

Why do you two think I’d risk my life for some food? Do I really eat that much?

…

Nah, it’s probably my hoodie. My hoodie’s padded and it’s making me look fat. I should probably take it off before I crawl through here…

“Also don’t touch da’ butt, or I calls the guard.”

“No one wants to touch your butt you pervert! Well…maybe Smiley does, his drawings are weird-”

“THEY’RE SPACESHIPS!”

“But I’M the one who’s going to be behind you, not him.”

“But then who gonna push Snas if he get stuck?”

“No one. If this fatass gets trapped it’s HIS problem not mine. I already told him he wouldn’t fit; now let’s go.”

Nodding, the baby bones crawled under the desk and into the tunnel, Flowey following close behind. There were a lot of things the plant hadn’t checked out in the dog’s room; things Chara would’ve KILLED to inspect and/or steal, but Flowey had little interest in anything but finding some sun.

He could always come back anyway.

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

“Would you hurry up? The wet dog and baby smell is making me want to throw up.”

“Slow your roll Dirt-Butt. I’s Papyrus the Baby, not Sonic the Hedgehog. You wait.”

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

The three took a left and continued on at an annoying slow pace, being careful not to scrape themselves on the hard rocky walls. Especially Sans, who had had seconds thoughts about all this half-way through the journey. Every so often Papyrus would stop and look over his little shoulder to see if his brother was still behind him; he would then be rewarded with a thumbs up, though the baby could see he was struggling with the encroaching claustrophobia that seemed to be threatening even Flowey’s sanity at this point.

“OH MY GOD, WOULD YOU JUST HURRY UP? HE’S FINE!!”

“Shut da’ fuk up Dirt-Butt, or I kicks you in da’ face.”

“YOU JUST TRY IT! I’LL BITE YOUR LITTLE TOES OFF!”

“play nice you two, heh heh.”

“Shut up Smiley, you’re not my mom.”

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

Finally, the tunnel started to become wider and then wider still, eventually opening up into what looked like a cliffside of sorts. The place was an empty dead end that overlooked the mining city people called “Home.”

“uhh…I don’t think we’re supposed to be here baby bro…”

“Dis be the Old City where we gets da’ crystals Snas-”

“Correction; this is where we USED to get the magic crystals,” said Flowey. “Then some idiot screwed everything up and released a bunch of poisonous gas in the city’s mine.”

“Lossa monsters used to live here, but then there were too many babies, so they moved, but there still be peoples...”

“Are…are you not listening to me? NO ONE’S WORKING THERE, THIS PLACE IS POISONOUS, WE NEED TO MOVE.”

Sans nodded. “he’s right pap. not all gases can be seen; this place could be toxic-”

“Nuh uh! I’s here yeserday!”

“Bullcrap.”

“I ate a worm and climbed a rock, and sniffed da’ flowers like dis *SNIIIIIIIFFF!*”

“UGH, DON’T DO THAT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!”

“*SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF!*

“SMILEY GET YOUR BROTHER!”

“who built these ruins? did someone live here before we came? i don’t see people building half a home, if you can even call this a home, and then quitting in the middle of it to build another one.”

“HELLO?!”

“the architecture is completely different from the rest of the kingdom too…”

“SMILEY!!”

“you swear you were here yesterday bro? the gases haven’t reached this far yet?”

“*SNIIIFFF!* Yep. The sun place be dis way, but you gots to watch out for the traps, so follow the baby kay’?”

“I hate you, I hate you BOTH and once I find a new place to get some sun, I’m gonna live there for-EVER! I’M NEVER COMING BACK TO THAT NURSERY, DO YOU HERE ME? NEVER!!”

Ignoring Flowey, the brothers began their trek further into the Ruins. There were a lot more traps than Sans was expecting, but it only served to increase his excitement. More traps meant a higher chance of his younger sibling telling the truth, and these WERE traps. There were pits that led to small empty rooms that had no ladders to speak of, switches designed to confuse them hidden behind pillars in the dark, and there was even a room that couldn’t be crossed from one side unless you had something of considerable weight on three buttons in the ground…unless of course you were tall. That was what disturbed Sans the most; the fact that the traps seemed to be for small creatures who couldn’t step over the barricades. The further the three went, the more his excitement turned to fear as he realized the traps were NOT built by the monsters currently living in the Underground and they were clearly meant to cause suffering and eventual starvation.

This couldn’t have been Asgore’s work. I know he said he would gather souls from anyone who fell into the mountain, but these look like they were meant SPECIFICALLY for children…and I know he’s a good person. Besides, so far I’ve only seen one door that leads to the Ruins and he can’t fit through that tunnel, no way.

Who would BUILD things like this?

“these are horrible…”

“Hm? What are you complaining about?”

“the traps…you’ve been looking at the traps right flowey? they’re different…”

“So? Who cares about these stupid traps, they’re ruined anyway. SHE messed everything up. You’re getting scared over nothing; whoever lived here before is long gone…probably.”

Sans took a deep breath. Flowey was right, the traps had obviously been altered a long time ago and no one had come to fix them. The prison pits had been stripped of their doors and their floors laced with heaps of fallen leaves to break the fall of anyone who fell into them, having obviously been put there by someone seeing as the area lacked any trees. The switches built to confuse had been painted bright colors that could easily be seen, and even the room with the floor switches had been filled with rocks, one of which claimed had been placed there by someone they couldn’t see due to their lack of eyes.

“UGH, are you KIDDING me? She put instructions on the freaking WALLS? That’s so lame!”

“who’s this ‘she’ you’re talking about?”

Before the plant could answer, Papyrus lifted them all up with his wingdings and glided everyone, including himself, over the giant pit trap before suddenly speeding off into a room.

“HEY BRO, WAIT!”

“DID HE FIND IT? IS THIS THE ROOM?”

“*CRUNCH CRUNCH!*”

“…”

“hey uh, pap? you probably shouldn’t eat that…”

“LOOK SNAS! Candy. *CRUNCH CRUNCH!*”

“…”

“…you okay flowey?”

“…Never coming back.”

“Want some of dis candy Dirt-Bu-”

“NO!!”    

They continued on, Papyrus’s onesie crinkling with the rest of the monster candy having been stuffed inside.

“FINALLY! DO YOU SEE IT SMILEY? DO YOU SEE THE PROMISE LAND?” The plant pointed excitedly towards a sunlit patch of flowers. “IT’S THERE! IT’S RIGHT THERE! WE’RE SO CLOSE!”

“yep, iii see it. don’t think we’ll be able to actually see the sun though from all the way down here…”

“*Yawn* I’s sweepy…I gets the shiny tomorrow, kay’ Snas? Is nap time for the baby…c’mon Dirt-Butt, we go home now.”

“NO! NO NO NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T FREAKING TOUCH ME! I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, PUT THOSE AWAY! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOOOOOWN!!”

“put him down bro, he can get back on his own, right flowey?”

“YES!!”

As soon as Papyrus desummoned his wingdings, Flowey took off with all the speed of a cheetah; racing for the sunlit patch that would be his new, and hopefully quiet, home, his leaves outstretched.

I’M GONNA MAKE IT!

I’M GONNA MAKE IT!

With one giant leap the tiny plant dived into the flower patch and dug his roots into the warm soil triumphantly. “LOOK SMILEY! I MADE IT!”

CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK!

“Don’t patronize me you fat piece of-”

Sans stopped clapping. “what do you want from me?”

Ignoring the child, Flowey turned around and basked in the sun’s warm glow, spreading his leaves wide in order to collect as much energy as possible. This place was perfect. Bright, quiet, and tidy; it had a great view of the opening to Mt. Ebott that only someone who could stretch out as long as Flowey could see. A wonderful little lookout where he could not only spy approaching humans, but maybe even lure them in…after all, it’s not like sound couldn’t pass through the barrier. All he had to do was find someone stupid.

Just one. Good. Idiot.

Heh heh heh heh…

“uhh…dude, are you alright?”

“Dirt-Butt got dat scary face big Buther…”

“HA HA HA HA HA HA ALL THE SOULS WILL BE MINE! I’LL LURE THEM ALL IN! HA HA HA HA HA!”

“o-kay…we’re going on ahead. you catch up later alright?”

“NEVER COMING BACK! HA HA HA HA HA! UNSTOPPABLE! UNTOUCHABLE! UNDEFEATABLE! HA HA HA HA HA!”

“Nyeh…?”

“I’LL BE ALL POWERFUL! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

“we’re going now-”

“I’LL BE THE ULTIMATE RULER!”

“Bye Dirt-Butt!”

I’ll be a GOD.