#i have reached a whole new level of cheesiness gotta love this for myself

[castieldelamancha]

"Marry me."

Dean huffs loudly, both at Castiel's occurrences and also at how difficult it is to navigate this forest in the middle of the night, carrying Castiel in his arms.

He feels the need to laugh, but it may come out as something bordering hysteria.

"Really, Cas, you are asking me that right now?" Both of them covered in dirt and blood, Dean silently praying whoever is listening they make it to the car in time, Sam following close behind, covering them in case the monster they just killed, and that almost kills Cas before that, didn't have a friend lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce and finish the job " you haven't lost that much blood yet."

That gets him an upset huff from Cas, who rolls his eyes, "I'm not asking because I'm delirious, I am completely in my right mind, I just -"

"You aren't going to die," he cuts him off, forcefully, "you don't get to make a big declaration and die on me." The again is loud and clear there, even if Dean doesn't say it out loud. He cradles Castiel even closer to his chest, praying even harder, walking even faster.

"I read somewhere," Castiel says, quietly, a calm sea that clashes with Dean's inner ragging storm, "that when the moment is right to ask you simply know it. I thought you and I, what we have, was above such simple human tags and conventions, but I was wrong." He sounds a bit out of breath now, and Dean is about to tell him to shut up and not waste his energy, but Castiel is quick to add, "It would be nice to celebrate our love, find another way," his voice shakes a little, is he cold? is the wound getting to him as the adrenaline wears off? Their eyes met and while Dean can see the faint ghost of pain there, he doesn't see any fear, like Castiel is sure Dean won't let anything else happen to him on his watch and that trust is the greatest gift he has ever received, in his entire life, "to express how much I appreciate you, your love, your care," he raises a hand, slowly, the movement sluggish, he presses his fingertips to Dean's lips, "I know you don't do any of it because you expect something back, not even a thank you."

"You don't even have a ring, man." Dean says, as soon as Castiel moves his hand back, letting out a watery laugh, feeling a mix of emotions rush through him, an immense love for the man in his arms, a great relief since he can see the impala, waiting for them.

Castiel manages a sheepish smile, a light shrug, "that's true, but I can offer you everything else that I have, everything I am."

"I will marry you, you weirdo." He dips his head down, pressing a kiss to Castiel's forehead, he gets a bright, albeit tired smile back, a muttered I love you than he answers with one of his own.

"Uh, guys, congratulations?" Sam says after a beat of silence.

"Thanks Sam." Castiel smiles over Dean's shoulder at him.

"Yeah, thanks, whatever." Dean grunts. "Couldn't wait not even five damn minutes to ask me." He mutters under his breath, shaking his head, smiling to himself.

"You have to agree I have given us a great story to tell people." Dean laughs lightly.

"You totally have, sweetheart."

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Talk Dirty to Me

Summary: You and Dean test pickup lines on each other, taking the sexual tension between you to a new level.

WC: 1,610

Warnings: smut-adjacent? Not exactly explicit, but definitely mature content. Dirty pickup lines and thoughts, sexual tension, smidge of sexy touching, playful banter and fluff

A/N: A submission for #AmandasFlirtyDirty30 (using prompts 5, 42, 46, 55, 58, & 60 I think? I lost count!) I was initially trying to squeeze in as many pickup lines as I could (courtesy of Google), and I kind of love that it got away from me. Credit to New Girl and Nick Miller for the last line. Gif by @dancingalone21 

"Nice dress, sweetheart.”

You turned to smile at Dean, surprised at the compliment. “Thanks, Dean—”

“Can I talk you out of it? ‘Cause I bet you’d look even better without your clothes on.”

Narrowing your eyes, you shook your head and scoffed.

The two of you had stayed up late one night, falling down a rabbit hole of looking up cheesy pickup lines that soon grew raunchy. It had started out harmless, as most things do. A playful challenge that had become a game of sorts—each of you striving to find a line that would make the other crack. You’d memorized as many as you could, trying to slip them into conversation without warning so you could boast when the other cracked a smile. The game had taken a turn somewhere along the way, and you were slowly losing your mind from the sexual tension emanating between you and Dean.

But you weren’t about to be the first one to crack.

You tilted your head and sauntered toward him, noticing the way his eyes shamelessly raked over your figure and lingered on the sway of your hips. An impish smirk played on his lips as he waited for you to retaliate.

“That shirt looks great on you. As a matter of fact...” You paused, voice soft and sultry as you skimmed your fingers over his broad chest. “So would I.” 

“I bet you would. Y’know, if you’re ever feeling down...I’d be happy to feel you up.”

“Well, Dean, I know you’re busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?”

“You’re in luck, sweetheart. I don’t feel like doing anything today—except you. I’d do you.”

“I might just have to take you up on that. So, is that a mirror in your pants?” You snaked your arms around his waist, slipping your hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “Because I can see myself in them.”

“Were you gonna send me an invitation for the party between your legs in the mail, or are you gonna give it to me in person?”

You tossed your head back, bursting into a sudden fit of laughter. “That one was kind of terrible.”

“Yeah, well—if you could read my mind, you’d need a shower and a cigarette. Sometimes things get a little jumbled when, you know...”

“You’re too busy daydreaming about bending me over every piece of furniture in this place?”

“Exactly. It’s like you can read my mind.” His forest green eyes glided to your lips, lingering briefly before he gazed at you from beneath his long lashes. “Now, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?”

“Maybe I’m not as nice as you think. Life is always a little more fun when you’re a little more...naughty.”

His smug attitude softened as he pulled you closer, playfully squeezing your hips with his large hands. He traced his fingertips along the edge of your jaw, gazing at you thoughtfully as his thumb caressed your chin. Each action was gentle and unhurried, conveying a deep sense of adoration. 

“Can I borrow a kiss?” he murmured. “I promise I’ll give it back.”

You swallowed thickly, captivated by his gravelly voice. You could just imagine the obscene noises he’d make if the two of you just...gave in. The sincere praises he’d whisper in your ear with each languid roll of his hips, while the weight of his robust frame pinned you to the mattress. The guttural sounds that would surely spill from his lips if you asked him to fuck you against the wall—rough and animalistic. The strangled moans you might hear if you dropped to your knees and sucked his cock like the good girl you desperately wanted to be for him. Not to mention the tantalizing ways he could call out your name...

Husky. Dripping with so much lust, it could make your toes curl before his calloused hands even grazed your skin.

A breathless plea. Soft and rich with devotion. A longing sigh that tickled your skin.

Firm and authoritative. Something that made you crumple to your knees, eager to obey his every command...

Dean curled a finger under your chin, tilting your face up as he raised an eyebrow. “Bowing out already? ‘Cause I was just getting started.”

“Not a chance.” Wracking your brain for another line, you ghosted your fingertips up and down his bicep, noticing the way he shuddered. “You know, I might not go down in history, but I’ll definitely go down on you.”

“In that case, I’ll kiss you in the rain so you get twice as wet.”

Realizing the bar had been raised a notch, you bit your lip and decided to push the conversation a step further. You carded your fingers through his hair, tugging on his locks and massaging his scalp every so often. His eyes fluttered closed and you continued the ministrations a little longer, feeling a twinge of pride at having the brave and mighty Dean Winchester melt beneath your touch.

“Hey, Dean...” He hummed lazily in response. “I have 206 bones in my body. Want to give me another one?”

His eyes snapped open, making the suggestive smile you wore twitch in amusement. His gaze was slightly unfocused, but it grew darker as he considered the idea.

“Well, are you a doctor? ‘Cause I’ve got a bone for you to examine—a big one I might add. Maybe it’s exactly what you’re looking for.”

“Maybe. I was feeling pretty off today, but you turned me on.”

“I’ve got a dirty mind. And, right now, you’re running through it...naked.”

“Running’s not really my style. Are you a trampoline, though? Because I wanna bounce on you.”

His lips parted as he gazed down at you, undoubtedly imagining the same scenario as you. His breath trembled, erratic puffs tickling your skin as he exhaled. You could feel the warmth of his body, your torso now flush with his, not realizing the two of you had continued gravitating toward each other. 

Before you could get too caught up in the moment, Dean let out a low whistle. “I gotta be honest, Y/N—I love the sound of that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he rasped. “So, uh...i-is your name Medusa? Because you’re making me rock hard.”

You shivered involuntarily, deeply affected by the gritty edge in his tone. You clenched at his words and pressed your thighs together, unable to mask how much you enjoyed his dirty line. How much it turned you on, pretending you were the reason he was “rock hard.” 

Knowing the two of you were dangerously close to crossing the line you’d been flirting with, you squirmed out of his arms and took a step back.

Dean cleared his throat, glancing at his crotch before briefly meeting your eyes again. “I’m officially uncomfortable now. Thank you.” 

“I guess that’s a sign I’m winning.”

“Not a chance, sweetheart.”  

He focused his attention on a nearby chair, trying to appear nonchalant as he shoved a brazen hand down his pants to adjust himself. When his hand reemerged, you licked your lips upon seeing the large bulge in jeans.

“Are you sure about that?” You inched forward, standing toe-to-toe with him as you slowly dragged your hand down his chest and stomach. “Because it looks you’ve got a situation going on. Maybe you should admit I’m right so you can go take care of it.”

“He may have a mind of his own, but my dick and my willpower are two entirely different things. Besides...you’re the one staring. Maybe you should admit I’m winning so you can help me take care of it.”

Although you had expected a cheeky comeback, his words didn’t match his constrained demeanor. There was an air of submission in his tone—like he was secretly leaving it up to you to end all of this. To make the first move and put you both out of your misery.

He was putty in your hands, and both of you knew it.

You leaned into him, briefly nuzzling his neck as you molded your body against his. While holding his gaze, you traced the outline of his erection with your finger and firmly palmed it through his jeans. His knees buckled and he let out a strangled moan, leaning heavily against the wall behind him for support. His lashes fluttered, struggling to stay open as his carnal eyes swept over your face. You couldn’t help but smirk, relishing the way his tongue wet his lips before he captured the bottom one between his teeth. What you wouldn’t give to have his mouth lavish your skin with any act of passion he saw fit…

Warm, needy open-mouthed kisses that could make you arch against him. Gentle, featherlight kisses that would surely give you chills. Sharp, playful nips with his teeth that made you shiver with anticipation, just thinking about how he could mark you. And his tongue—oh, the ways he’d make you come undone with his tongue alone. 

“Hey, Dean...” you whispered, leaning forward to suck his earlobe between your teeth. He groaned softly, chest heaving with each ragged breath he took.

“Yeah?”

“Even though you’re not a dentist...I bet you could give me a filling.”

“Fuck,” he breathed. Dean tipped his head back, a faint thud making him flinch when he bumped the wall.

“Oh!” You automatically reached out to rub his head, and began cackling with guilt. “Crap, Dean, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he panted as he hungrily surveyed you with a grin. “This game isn’t gonna end well for either of us...but the whole middle part is gonna be awesome.”

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[sparkly-despair-imagines]

Heyo. I want to ask if you could make scenario DR V3 Boys reactions when their s/o tells them she is pregnant with their Child. Sorry for botherIng and my bad english 😅

Baby’s on the way!

It’s finally done, sorry for the wait!

Didn’t do Kiibo, Gonta and Kiyo, I hope that’s ok. I added Kazuichi like I was asked to.

I hope you like these, I tried to make the situations a little bit different from each other.

Love,

Mod Dia

Kazuichi Soda

“Hey babe!” You said entering the shop.

Kazuichi’s bike shop had been getting a lot of customers lately and even though he barely had time for other things he was happy because he could make more money for his family and himself.

“Hey s/o! I’ll be free in a sec.” He took his eyes off the motorcycle which’s oil he was changing and glanced at you with a smile.

You sat down in one bench while waiting for him to finish, fiddling with the objects inside of your pockets nervously.

It didn’t take him long to finish the job and join you on the bench.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” He kissed your cheek.

“I’m okay.” You said. “Actually I have something I want to tell you.”

“Oh... Go ahead then.”

“I...” He looked at you expectantly. “I’m pregnant!”

“W-WHAT?” Kazuichi wiped his hands on his monkey suit and got up. “Really!?”

You gave him a positive nod and a huge smile appeared on his face.

“I’m gonna be a daddy!!” He exclaimed giving you a big hug. “I-I’m so happy! I don’t know what to say..!”

Tears of happiness started pouring from his eyes but you were quick to wipe them away.

“Thank you so much, s/o.”

“What are you thanking me for?” You giggled.

“You gave me a chance. And now I’m gonna start a family of my own.” He said. “I’m sorry if I’m being cheesy but... I really do appreciate you.”

“And I love you, dummy.” You kissed his left cheek. “You make me so incredibly happy everyday.”

“I’ll work twice as hard to make sure our baby will have everything I didn’t have.” Kazuichi took your hand, starting to become emotional again. “I’ll give you two the life you deserve.”

“I know you’ll be the best father.”

“Y-you think so?” He hugged you again.

“I know it.”

Shuichi Saihara

Your suspicions were correct, you were having a child. After all this time trying, you were finally going to be a mom!

You could barely keep yourself from calling Shuichi right away to tell him the news, but you were able to contain yourself by imagining how much better it would be to do it in person.

After waiting the whole afternoon you finally heard the sound of keys jiggling from outside and ran to open the door.

“Welcome home!” You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him for a while before pulling away, but not without giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, s/o.” He gave you a tired smile. “Did something happen? You seem very happy.”

“Actually, yes.” You grabbed his hand and sat him down in the sofa. “I have something to tell you.”

“Should I be scared?” He jokingly asked.

“Well I don’t know, you tell me.” You said. “You’re going to be a father!!”

“I’m.. WHAT?” You saw his grey eyes widen. “Y-you’re not kidding, are you?”

“Of course not!” You assured him. “I took 3 tests just to be sure.”

“I can’t believe it...” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re... pregnant?”

“No, that’s wrong!” You said. “WE’re pregnant.”

“...” He grabbed your wrist pulling you down into his arms and embraced you tightly. “..I love you so much..”

“I love you too, baby.”

You tried to gently pull away to look at his face but you felt his grip harden. “Please, don’t.. look at me right now.”

You moved his hair away from his forehead and brought your lips to the spot, placing there a soft kiss. “Please, Shuichi. Let me see your beautiful face.”

He reluctantly let you pull away and you saw that he was crying, tears staining his porcelain skin.

“... Aren’t you happy, my love?” You asked cupping his cheek on your hand.

“I’m.. terribly happy, it’s just that.. I’m scared.” He placed his own hand on top of yours and looked away.

“As am I.” You moved his head to face you. “I don’t know a lot of things... But I am ready to learn, with you.”

“I want to be there for you and the baby.”

He paused, rubbing his eyes, then said: “I want to be a good father.”

“I’m sure you’ll be. You’re sweet, caring and intelligent... And I know you can do it because I believe in you.”

“S/o.” He said. “Thank you. You always know what I need to hear.”

“I try.” You laughed.

You stayed in his embrace and hugged for what felt like hours.

Kaito Momota

He woke up in the middle of the night.

Next to him was only your loyal dog which always slept on the bed, guarding you two.

“S/o, where are you?” He asked mildly annoyed. “Come back to bed, will ya?”

“I’m on the bathroom.”

“Hurry up baby, you need to get some sleep for tomorrow.” He said rolling to his side and closing his eyes, hoping to fall asleep again.

(...)

He quickly realized he couldn’t sleep without you and decided to wait until you returned.

After some time he was starting to get worried.

“Everything alright in there?” He got up and knocked on the bathroom door.

You didn’t respond but he could still hear the quiet sobs coming from inside. “S/o, are you ok?”

“... I’m ok, you go back to sleep.” You said, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your pajama blouse.

“You’re clearly not ok.” He sighed. “I’m coming in, alright?”

“Wait no-” You hurriedly shoved the item you were holding in one of the cabinets and lifted yourself up from the ground.

The door opened and Kaito entered the bathroom.

“Baby come’ere.” He held his arms out to you. “Give me a hug and tell me what’s wrong.”

You could see that he was still groggy from sleep but was doing his best to solve the problem.

You took a step forward, letting him close his arms around you, making you feel immediately better.

“You gotta tell me what’s up or else I can’t help you.” He said rubbing your back gently with one of his hands. “When you’re ready I’ll listen to what you want to tell me.”

You let yourself be comforted by his presence for a bit before saying. “You know... I probably worry too much sometimes.”

You took a deep breath and pulled away, then proceeded to take the test from the cabinet and presenting it to your boyfriend.

“I... I really hope this makes you as happy as it does with me but..” You said. “I’m pregnant.”

His jaw dropped.

“Does that mean... I’M GOING TO BE A FATHER?!”

“Well, yes..”

He didn’t give you time to finish your sentence, grabbing your waist and spinning you in the air, then bringing you down to eye level and kissing you passionately in the lips.

“Gosh, I love you so much!” His eyes were gleaming like crazy, he was absolutely ecstatic.

“I’m just so glad you’re happy...” You wrapped your arms around his neck and broke down crying once again.

“Wha- Why are you crying?” He asked. “Did you think I would be mad at you or something? We’re gonna be parents, isn’t that great?”

“I thought that because you want to go to space and are always working maybe it wouldn’t be the best thing for you.” You muttered. “I’m relieved that I was wrong.”

“I already love our child.” He said. “He or she will be the best astronaut after daddy, of course.”

He winked at you. “Did you really believe that I wouldn’t support you when you need me the most? I’ll be the world’s damn best dad!”

He kissed your cheek multiple times and a smirk started spreading on his lips as he whispered: “What do you say about starting to work on a little brother?”

“You’ll never change, will you?” You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Nah, I know you love me like this.”

Ryoma Hoshi

“S/o...” Ryoma turned to you straight-faced. “Why is there a bun in the oven?”

“I was nervous to tell you so I thought that it would be a good way to do it.”

“... To toast bread?”

“Nooo.” You started laughing. “I’m pregnant.”

...You’re pretty sure you broke him.

He’s just standing there blank faced, looking at the floor.

It’s starting to worry you, honestly.

“You... You’re not kidding, are you?”

“Of course not!” You said. “You do want to have this kid with me, right?”

“... I do.”

“Look at me, Ryoma.” You demanded. “You’re going to be a great father. You and I are going to take care of this child and he or she will love you.”

“How are you so sure, s/o?” He tugged at his hat.

“Because you deserve it. And I know that if they’re like you they’ll have a good heart and a good head on their shoulders.”

“... You know how to make a man believe he’s actually worth something, right kiddo?” He took your hand in his. “Even if I don’t believe in myself, I’ll do it for you. And our child.”

Rantaro Amami

“I’M PREGNANT!”

“Well, this is new.” He chuckled, picking you up and hugging you.

You closed your legs around him and started kissing his neck.

“I was going to ask how you felt about it but I don’t think it’s necessary anymore.” He laughed. “Pretty sure you’re happy.”

“I’m overjoyed!” You said. “But of course... I’m also scared.”

“This is really big news, but don’t worry.” Rantaro looked you in the eyes. “I’m going to be there for you and help you with whatever you need.”

“Thanks babe.”

“I’m only doing my job.” He smiled.

“But you...” You said. “How do you feel about this?”

“Well...” He sighed. “We’re still young, I’d rather wait a little more before settling down. But I’ll own up to my actions and accept the consequences.”

He put you down in the sofa and petted your hair. “I love you and I’m sure I’ll love our child too.”

“I appreciate the sincerity.” You said. “To be honest, I can’t think of anyone in the world I’d be happier to do this with.”

“Same.” He kissed your forehead.

Kokichi Ouma

He was trying to romance you with one of those fancy dinners he made once in every blue moon.

They consisted mainly of frozen lasagna and ice cream but it still made you feel special nonetheless.

He reached out to pour you a glass of wine but you said:

“Thanks but I can’t drink that.”

“Do you not like this brand?” He asked. “I can get you another one if you want.”

“Yeah, but that won’t work either.”

“Oh, ok. Do you want like, cider or something instead?”

“No, thank you.”

“Why?”

“I...”

“Yeah..?”

“I’m... you know...” You started smiling. “I’m pregnant.”

“...!” He dropped the bottle of wine he was holding and stared at you for a good 5 seconds.

“You’re... what now?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You.. you’re kidding, right?” He asked.

“Not at all.” You went to the bathroom to retrieve the test you had taken earlier, then returned to the kitchen. You showed him the test which clearly indicated that you were, in fact, pregnant. “I was gonna tell you tonight, actually.”

“Haha great one, s/o.” He pretended not to hear you. “Almost got me.”

“I’m being serious, Kokichi.”

He took a deep breath.

“It’s... it’s mine, right?” He muttered.

“Uh? Of course it is!” You lifted your shirt a bit and took his hand and placed it on your belly. “Our child is growing inside me. Don’t you feel happy?”

“... I’ll show you exactly how I feel.” He closed his hand around your wrist and guided you to the living room, gently pulling you down onto the sofa.

“What are you-“

“Since the moment we first met, I knew you were different.”

He leaned forward, placing his hands on your sides.

“You make me feel special and want to be with you. I don’t bother hiding my emotions from you anymore, cause I don’t mind you seeing me being vulnerable.” He towered over you. “Y’know?”

“What?” You realize you were grinning.

“I’m pretty happy I got to meet you.” He said twirling a piece of your hair on his finger. “I never imagined I would be a father one day.”

“Well I hope you’re ready.” You chuckled.

“Oh, bring it.” He got closer and when it looked like he was about to kiss your neck he stopped, looked you in the eye and blew on it, giving you a devilish grin.

You were quite annoyed by this. “You little shit.”

You grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his lips, taking him by surprise.

You were forceful at first, kissing him with urgency. He seemed amused by this and purposefully stayed still, not returning your kiss.

“Wow, someone sure is needy today.” He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Is it because you’re preggo?”

“..You jerk!” You punched him lightly on the shoulder and both of you started laughing.

Soon you forgot all about dinner...

[writelovetomeempress]

You asked for it! 105 and heartshipping

Ahhh heartshipping. How you give me cavities and block my arteries and put me in a sugar coma... but oooohhhh how I love it so much. Death by sweetness!

I needed some sweetness after the week I’ve had. Thank you for the sweet ship and the CHALLENGING AS F*** prompt, Alecto!

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

Yuugi  gorged himself on cheesy fries with his brows knit together and his back pressed into the booth; hoping it would swallow him up. This was the worst, most embarrassing, lowest of the low days he’d ever had and he just wanted to disappear. If he was lucky, he’d get a heart attack from eating all this grease and not have to worry about going in to work tomorrow and face him again.

He screwed his eyes shut involuntarily remembering the horrors of his work day. He showed up to work late because his power went out and the alarm clock obviously didn’t go off. He had to dress in the dark, resulting in a backwards shirt, then tripped during his mad dash to work in the rain and fell into a puddle. By the time he finally made it into work, he just hoped he wouldn’t run into his boss. But that wasn’t what fate had instore for him. Running into his boss would’ve been delightful compared to who he actually ran into… literally. Of all his coworkers, Ryou was the LAST person he wanted to see him like that, let alone run into him like that. There was just… something about him and his smile that made his heart try to mutiny every time he saw him.  Since that first day he helped him move into the cubical right next to his, He just loved being around him and talking to him. He was sweet and kind and shy, just like Yuugi was, but unlike him, Ryou’s shyness was endearing and adorable. He’d never felt like this about anyone before and of course, the universe made sure to stomp that dream into the mud. 

He didn’t just run into him, he accidentally knocked them both over and ended up on top of him somehow. In a matter of seconds, they were both covered in cold rain, mud and hot tea; a terrible combination on a good day and today was not a good day. On a good day, it could’ve been one of those cinematic moments where the main character accidentally trips and lands on their crush and it’s a cute adorable ‘omg I’m so sorry’ and the crush says something like ‘it’s okay’ cause they’re crushing on them too and it’s the start of a beautiful romance. Nope. No such luck. Ryou scrambled away from him like he thought Yuugi wanted to kill him, staring at him like he’d lost his damn mind, muttering a million apologies and ran out of there so fast Yuugi didn’t get to apologize once. All that wouldn't be so bad if Ryou didn’t have this look on his face like he was actually scared about it. He had no idea what that look was supposed to mean, so cheesy fries, the biggest burger in the country, and a double scoop sunday was his plan to forget about the whole thing.

“Hey Yuug’! Can I sit with ya?”

He looked up at his best friend and instantly felt a little better. “Of course you can, Joey. I thought you still had an hour at work?”

“Heh, they let me go early. Not much goin’ on today.” He sat down in the booth across from him and slid his tray of food over the table top. “So- oh…shit. That bad a day huh?”

“I tried to order cookies, but they’re out.”

“Fuck that’s bad. Get fired?”

“No. Worse.” Yuugi went on to explain the awfulness that was his day, top to bottom, watching with annoyance at the obnoxious grin on Joey’s face. “What?”

“I think you’re exageratin’.”

“I’m not. You should’ve seen the look on his face. I’m pretty sure he hates me.”

“No one could possibly hate ya Yuug’.”

“Well, I found the one that does,” he muttered, glaring down at his empty basket of fries. 

“I doubt it. I mean, yeah, it’s kinda weird that he freaked out like that, but there’s a fuckin’ like… a million other reason’s he coulda reacted like that,” Joey chortled, picking up his burger and watching pieces of toppings fall out the sides dont the wrapper. “For all ya know, he could be straight.”

Yuugi groaned. “That would be my luck too.” Actually the more he thought about it, the whole thing, from the moment he met him until now, it just made a world of sense. All the girls at the office seemed to like him and talked to him all the time, how uncomfortable he was being that close to him, and avoided his cubicle when Tea came into it to talk about the hot guy three cubicles down from them. He slammed his head down on the table. “I’m an idiot.”

Joey just laughed.

“Now what am I supposed to do? I can’t show my face at work again. I’ll have to move. Maybe I can fake my death.”

He laughed even harder. 

He sat up with a sigh to tell him it wasn't funny at all and he was actually considering it, when his eyes locked with Ryou, standing in line at the counter. Not that it lasted long, he immediately turned away. Yeah, he needed to fake his death. Maybe he could change his name to something else. Grandpa would be upset, hell, he’d be upset, but at this point? Totally worth it.

“Look, Yuug’. I make an ass of myself all the time. Chances are no one’s even gonna care. If he is straight, you’ll never have ta worry ‘bout him brinin’ it up again. He’s probably more embarrassed than ya are.”

His shoulders slumped and he sank further into the booth. It sure looked like it.

“Sides there’s other fish in the sea.”

He slumped more.

“And it’s not like ya see him outsida-”

“Hello Yuugi.”

He looked up at Ryou standing at the edge of their table with a tray of food and an uneasy smile. Yuugi forced his voice to work, not sure what else to do. “Uh… hey Ryou.”

He tried not to look over at Joey, but he could clearly see his amused grin. That’s it! Joey’s dead to him. “Ahh, ya work together right? Yuug’s told me ‘bout ya. Nice ta finally meet ya.”

Ryou frowned then his smile grew. “You must be Joey.”

“Sure am!” 

His smile faded as he sheepishly examined the rest of the restaurant, then met Yuugi’s eyes with pink tinged cheeks. “It sure is busy here. Is it always like this?”

He might’ve got his voice working once, but Ryou actually talking to him after all that happened destroyed whatever progress he’d made. Joey might still be dead to him, but at least he had his back. He leaned his elbows on the table and readied to take another bite. “Oh yeah. We’re here all the time, ain’t we Yuug’?”

“Yeah… yeah, it’s my favorite place.”

Ryou beamed at him. “Ahh this is the place you were talking about.”

He lifted his shoulders, still wanting to disappear into the booth. “Yeah.”

Out of nowhere a table of girls started waving at them. Ryou turned and watched them point to an open chair next to them. Yuugi looked back at his food, thinking that was that, but Joey caught his attention, glancing between the girls and Ryou. When he turned his attention back to Yuugi, he was grinning ear to ear. Yuugi swore he saw devil horns sprouting out of his head. “If ya wanna sit with us ya can. We don’t mind, right Yuug’?”

Ryou looked conflicted standing there with a tightened grip on his tray. Yuugi wasn’t sure what possessed him, but the next thing he knew he’d scooted over for Ryou to sit down. “Right.”

He held his breath or couldn’t breathe, watching Ryou smile and sit down beside him. He settled in in silence, then glanced up at him. “About today… are you hurt?”

“What?”

He had that same scared look as before. “That tea was really hot. I should’ve watched where I was going. I hope I didn’t burn you.”

“Wh-no. No, I’m fine. I’m sorry I ruined your shirt.”

Ryou giggled, a lot of the tension leaving him, and shook his head. “I ruined that shirt before you got there. Never drink red soda at work.”

Yuugi felt worlds better when he smiled like normal and started to eat his food. He went back to his food too, but Joey’s downright evil grin brought on a whole new level of anxiety. Was he being weird? Was that what Joey was trying to tell him? The silence between the three of them felt heavy, despite the room being loud with chatter. He needed to say something. He had to say something. What could he say?

Joey reached into his pocket, frowned at his phone, then shoved it back in, looking up at him. “Sorry man. I don’t think I can go ta the movie tonight.”

“Oh… Are you working again?”

“Not this time.” He winked and leaned back. “I gotta date.”

“But we planned this for months.”

“And I gotta date.”

“That’s not right. You shouldn’t pick your boyfriend over your best friend.”

“Says the guy who don’t gotta boyfriend.” He turned to Ryou and Yuugi saw it happening before it did, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. “What’re ya doin’ tonight, Ryou?”

Ryou didn’t answer and just stared at him.

“I really don’t wanna throw away good tickets ta see the new Quest movie, but-”

“But that’s sold out,” Ryou murmured. “How’d you get tickets?”

Joey grinned. “We know the right guy.”

Yuugi scoffed and muttered under his breath, “You mean your boyfriend knows the right guy.” Then mentally kicked himself. What if Joey was right? Now he’s making things more awkward.

Ryou actually giggled as he turned him, “Well… only if that’s alright with you, Yuugi.”

Alright with him?! Yes it was alright with him! Was he crazy? But he couldn’t say that so he tried to think of something a someone sane person would say. ‘I’d love for you to go with me’ nope. Too desperate. ‘You can do whatever you want’ nope. Too nonchalant. Yuugi stuttered and sputtered then cleared his throat, just nodding because his mind STILL hadn’t decided on an answer that didn’t sound stupid and he was starting to get a weird look from both of them. 

“Great!” Joey reached back into his pocket and pulled out his ticket, handing it… to Yuugi. “There ya go.”

Yuugi stared at him completely confused, but Ryou didn’t seem to be. He gently nudged him, just like he did at work, and smiled. “So what time is it showing?”

“7:30.”

He nodded and started collecting up his left over trash and food. “I’d better get going then. Could you pick me up? I’m still not really sure where anything is.”

“Oh… Oh! Uh yeah. Sure.” 

Ryou stood up and smiled, tilting his head cutely to the side. That was the same thing he did the first day he met him and his heart attempted mutiny all over again. He was so wrapped up in it, he almost missed the three words Ryou happily chirped, “It’s a date!”

He casually walked away while Yuugi stared after him feeling like he’d stepped into the Twilight Zone. He didn’t mean it that way. He just moved here a few months ago. He probably meant something else. Maybe it was a popular saying. He didn’t mean it that way. He didn’t mean it. It wasn’t a date. Oh god what if it WAS a date?!

Joey’s delighted laughter snapped him out of it and he shook a tic-tac box at him. Yuugi blushed and snatched it out of his hands, shaking one out of it into his palm. “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Make up for what? Gettin’ ya a date?”

He got up from the table scooping up the left over wrappers and walked away. Yuugi didn’t pay much attention until he realized Joey wasn’t going the right direction. He was headed straight for the table of girls. He frowned, watching him walk by them when a hand came out and high-fived him as he passed. He quirked a brow and blushed scarlet when Tea leaned out from the group of girls and made a heart shape with her hands. Next thing he knew, all of the girls turned to stare at him and giggle. 

Single most embarrassing day of his life, but he didn't care. He got a date with Ryou. 

[canaryatlaw]

okay, so today was pretty good. I woke up to my alarm at 11:45 for PT, got ready and walked there. The session was fine, nothing very remarkable about it. Afterwards when I was walking home there were people from charities out canvasing which is a fairly common sight, I ended up stopping and talking to a guy from one called People’s Action who are working to end mass incarceration  and advocate for a fairer legal system (I told him up front that I was a student and had no income so I couldn’t donate, but we had a pleasant conversation anyway). We were very much on the same wavelength about things, we talked about the new DA in Philadelphia and how he was instrumental in getting Meek Mills released from prison recently, he was talking about reforms the Chicago SA has been instituting and I was telling him about the JTDC and how there were children locked up in there for sometimes over a year. They’re currently pushing for a bill that’s in the Illinois legislature to end money bail throughout the state, basically meaning if someone is arrested on a low level offense, they would be booked and processed, but then released subject to bail conditions such as ankle monitoring and such, the idea being that nobody stays in jail simply because they can’t afford to pay their way out, which is a huge reason for incarceration and the main cause behind most of the inmates at the Cook County Jail right now (note jail is different than prison, prisons don’t usually house people who are pre-trial). So he gave me the name of that legislation and how I could talk to my elected representatives about supporting it (he said he was pretty sure the rep for where I live was signed on, but it’s always good to let them know we’re supporting their position). So that was a pleasant little discussion (pleasant being a relative term, of course). So I got home and started on my baking projects for the day, one being the bread I wanted to make into cheesy garlic bread. I had bought a package of frozen pizza dough a while back, and there’s a recipe on the back to turn it into italian bread instead, and I had let the last one I had thaw out yesterday so I could cook it today, first I had to split it into two loaves and then leave it to rise for 2-3 hours, so I set that up, then started working on my caramels. It was the same recipe I used before and liked, I’ve just learned to change up the temperatures according to how I like them lol mainly leaving them on longer so they get harder and chewier, which is how I like them. there were a few potentially dicey moments when I was adding the heavy cream and butter (if you’ve ever made caramel before you know when you add the heavy cream it legit starts bubbling violently and can be rather intense) probably because I added too much too quickly, and it threatened to bubble over but eventually subsided. I then left them on until they got to like 260 instead of 240 like the recipe said before taking it off the stove and pouring it into a pan to harden, then topped it with sea salt because any good caramel has to be salted these days. It was around 4 at that point and they were supposed to sit for 3 1/2 hours, so I had some time obviously. I did the dishes in the sink, then finally started to finish cleaning my room. I had done a good bit of it last week with cleaning up the clothes that were really the main issue, but I just had a lot of other clutter and random things hanging about that I mainly stuffed either under my bed or in my closet, because those are really the only places I have to put stuff, lol. Hopefully this weekend I can get around to pulling out my clothing and deciding what I want to do with what exactly, keep it or hand, or store, or donate, so hopefully that will work out. Around 5:30 when the bread was done rising I put it in the oven, then when it was done I sliced one of the loaves open and started the cheesy garlic bread part, which is actually very easy because it’s only melted butter, garlic powder, and shredded cheese (of course you could go for the more authentic garlic flavoring by using actual garlic, but in my experience the garlic powder tastes fine). Once that was done I sat down on the couch and had some time to kill before Arrow came on, so I watched last week’s Blindspot that I hadn’t gotten around to yet. I think I only have last night’s Krypton to catch up on now, though I’ll have another Blindspot episode to watch tomorrow night, but it’s the season finale so I’m almost done with that. I’m gonna have to find some good shows to binge over the summer when all my shows are over and I need to decompress from bar studying. Soon enough after that it was Arrow time. Now, to be clear, the only reason I was watching was for Dinah Drake, Black Siren, and Sara Lance, I didn't really give a fuck about anybody else (besides like, Quentin, I guess). Oliver I really don’t give a shit about at this point, and even Felicity has become pretty meh to me because they can’t seem to write her as a character independent from her relationship with Oliver. The opening with them attacking the police prescient with the FBI was pretty bad ass, and done really well, so they get credit for that. The episode went on, I was worried for a moment that they were gonna kill off Rene when they had him call his daughter and I was like OH GOD DO NOT DO THIS TO ME so I was glad they got out of there alive. Then there was Quentin clearly only caring about getting Laurel back, and I’m sorry but I refuse to believe you can GPS track A FUCKING PACEMAKER even when I know they’ve done it with someone else on here at some point, but as soon as he said it to Oliver I was like okay that’s gonna be important so it was good that that was picked up soon. I mean, literally everyone knew they were gonna kill Quentin, and that it’d most likely be in the form of him sacrificing himself to save Laurel, so when he quite literally took a bullet for her that wasn’t really a surprise. When she called him “Dad” my heart definitely broke a little bit. Then everyone else stormed in and I was really just wanting Laurel to rip that stupid collar off her neck and scream at Diaz, but actually having Dinah come to her assist and help her get Quentin out of there was like, such a really well done moment for both of them, I loved it. Then of course there was Oliver being stupid with Diaz and not just putting a fucking arrow into him like he should’ve, like you could’ve grabbed that USB data off his neck if he stopped breathing??? We know thinking isn’t your strong suit buddy but come on. Not gonna lie, Laurel coming in and being like “oh, that movie you were talking about, it was old yeller” before literally blasting him off the building with her scream was so fucking great, I just wish it had actually killed him so we didn’t have to deal with anymore of this bullshit. If he’s actually like, a villain next season I’m gonna be pissed because he needs to just be done. Then of course we had everybody at the hospital with Quentin in ~stable~ condition going into surgery, and getting to have a nice long goodbye chat with Oliver, only for them to have Sara show up after he already went into surgery so she didn’t get FUCKING SAY GOODBYE to her FUCKING FATHER and just shows up in time to hear that he’s dead, because has the universe not dealt Sara Lance enough heartbreak already, you really gotta keep killing the people she loves???? that shit pissed me off, because it would’ve been so fucking easy for them to have her there earlier and at least get to say goodbye, this was just being unnecessarily cruel. I did appreciate that she at least got to speak to Black Siren, I would’ve liked a more in-depth conversation but it’s a start at least. I did of course feel for Laurel as well, we know she has to be dealing with a lot of grief and heartbreak based on the relationship her and Quentin had built up over the last season and him quite literally becoming a father to her. And now of course she has nobody, like who is going to help her now? the only other person who maybe would was Oliver, and OH WAIT he’s getting taken off to prison now. I mean, I guess they could have Dinah reach out to her which my DinahSiren shipper heart would adore, I would be really happy if that happened for next season, but I don’t really want to get my hopes up about it. But yeah, about that whole Oliver getting arrested thing. I know I was going on two weeks ago about how brilliant it was that they ended the case the way they did because it put double jeopardy rules into play so they couldn’t try him again, but double jeopardy doesn’t apply to federal charges (which is frankly something a lot of people, myself included, think is unconstitutional, but it’s the law for now), so he could be charged under federal statutes for crimes, however they would have to establish federal jurisdiction over the crimes, such as them occurring on federal land, or a series of other factors, because federal and state jurisdiction isn't always concurrent. It is of course very rare that federal charges are brought after someone is acquitted of state charges for the reasons I outlined above, it may not be double jeopardy by law but a lot of people view it that way regardless. They also made it really unclear as to what his situation was, like was he getting charged and going to trial or had he essentially entered a plea of some sort? I mean, if the charge is for like 35 murders (or however many they can claim federal jurisdiction for) there’s no way he’s getting an actual plea less than life in prison without parole (as opposed to the death penalty) so idk how that would work. but I really didn’t feel emotionally invested in that plot at all because I just didn’t believe the stakes, like sure he may spend a few months in prison until next season starts but we all know he’s going to get out and somehow take up his vigilante identity again. I wasn’t surprised that he went public about being the green arrow, I mean, Oliver did it in season 10 of Smallville so at this point I was pretty sure it was gonna be happening any time now. As far as the scene of him walking through the prison to his cell, that’s bullshit, because they would have him in protective custody being that like half the people in the prison want to kill him. but yeah, I guess that’s where we’re leaving off for now. I honestly really hope they make season 7 the last, it’s a solid place to end a series without it getting too drawn out (because let’s be real, it’s already being drawn out) and at this point I feel like they’re just getting close to Oliver’s narrative journey. Of course the characters can still be a part of the universe and show up in crossovers or just make cameos in the different shows, so it’s not like they'd really be going anywhere permanently. As far as the news coming out of the CW Upfronts today, I did chuckle a little at Supergirl getting moved to the Sunday night slot and Legends permanently taking over Monday (sorry SG fans) and it leading into Arrow, because that’s apparently the way they want to do things now. As far as the fact that Batwoman/Kate Kane is going to be part of the crossover next year, I can’t have much of an opinion there because I’m not terribly invested in the Batman mythos to the point where I’d really have any knowledge about her, the most I’ve really seen was watching Batman The Animated Series and of course that isn’t very much, so I guess we’ll have to see where they go with that. Someone on twitter said Legends should be leading the crossover next season, which I very much agree with, they've definitely earned it at this point. Well, once Arrow was over I just watched the Great British Baking Show Masterclass which is just the two judges making their perfect versions of the different challenges they had the contestants make in the bake off, because it’s very soft and British and does not hurt me the way the Arrowverse does, so that was pleasant, and I watched that until I started getting ready for bed. I have an early morning, it’ll be my first day at my mini internship at the DV Clinic, just on Fridays through the end of June. I would really have liked to have known about the NY job by now so I could have a better idea of how I stand there, but I guess I’ll just have to be pulling out all the stops to make myself the most useful worker that they won’t want me to leave, whether I end up needing a job or not. That’s the plan, anyway, as far as things I’ve already done there I’m pretty good at all of them, I can do OPs of course and I’ve interviewed clients, both over the phone and in person, and of course I can step up in court on status updates and such which it sounds like would be most of what I’m doing in court, so that’s all good. Well, it’s 12:30 am and I have to wake up at 6:55 am to get there by 8:30, so I really should be getting to bed now. Goodnight my loves. Happy Friday. 

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#29: Season 2, Episode 18 - “The Thomas Gribalski Affair”

Tom starts bonding with Steve and Louis quickly starts to become extremely jealous of their relationship. Meanwhile, Ren volunteers to lead the school bike safety demonstration even though she doesn't know how to ride a bike.

This one starts with Louis and Twitty at the Stevens house playing “Stinky Sock Ball” — some ridiculous game they created with a bunch of nonsense rules. I don’t even know. Tom is over and sitting the game out. “Pass. The last time I played Stinky Sock Ball I got a concussion. It’s been six months and I’m still a little woozy.” Gotta love Tom. This episode has his name in the title (a play on the film The Thomas Crown Affair I’m assuming), so ya know it’s gonna be good. Just then, Steve comes waltzing in super excited about this leprechaun whittling kit that came in the mail. He had plans to carve out the block with Louis, but of course.. Louis would rather play Stinky Sock Ball. Priorities. Tom seems interested in the weird hobby, so Louis suggests that the two of them hang out instead. Little did he know that one small decision would send him spiraling into jealous insanity. I’d also like to mention that the leprechaun’s name is “McStinker, The Town Drinker.” Okay, Disney Channel.

Next, we cut to Wexler’s office for the subplot. Ren and Larry are competing against each other once again. Wexler is looking for a student to lead the next safety demonstration and they’re both desperate to be selected. There are a bunch of other students there who are also willing to volunteer until Wexler says they’d have to give up a Saturday. Literally everyone leaves except for Ren and Larry. As an adult, this just makes me laugh tbh. One little Saturday in your Junior High career means nothing in the grand scheme of life. But, god forbid! We all need that precious Saturday to do.... nothing... instead. 

Wexler picks Ren by default and doesn’t even consider Larry, which is totally not playing favorites at all. We learn that the demonstration is going to be for bike safety, thanks to Louis and Twitty running Wexler over because they were too preoccupied with eating chips and salsa. 

Are these screenshots fantastic or are they fantastic? I’ll wait. 

Ren is definitely apprehensive about leading the demonstration now and we don’t know why. She clearly doesn’t want to do it anymore, but the thought of Larry getting the gig instead motivates her. 

At lunch that day, Louis and Twitty are playing yet another ridiculous and frankly freakin’ [Raven voice] NASTY game called “Extreme Meat Hoops” where they catch extra gooey meatballs that drip from the ceiling. Who thinks of this stuff?! HONESTLY. Tawny is disgusted as usual. 

This literally looks......... awful. 

Tom joins them at their table, ranting and raving about the funniest joke his friend Steve told him. When Louis questions who the heck Steve is, Tom says “Steve Stevens is the real deal” which is such a great line I can’t even explain it. Louis being Louis takes a minute to register that Steve Stevens is his dad’s name lol. He finds out that Tom and his dad have been hanging out a lot. In fact, they’ve been hanging out so much that Steve gave Tom his direct phone line to reach him at work. Louis didn’t even know Steve had a direct line, haha. It’s actually kinda sad. We start to see Louis’ jealousy emerge here. 

At home, Eileen absolutely hates the newly-carved leprechaun. Steve wants her to find a prominent place for the thing, but it looks like a total eyesore everywhere she puts it. This reminds me of Lizzie McGuire and her dad’s obsession with lawn gnomes. This montage actually makes me laugh. It’s set to upbeat Irish-y stock music which contrasts Eileen’s distaste perfectly lol. Ren walks in and goes to Eileen for help with the bike demonstration. We learn that she was too embarrassed to tell Wexler she doesn’t know how to ride a bike. Whooop, there it is. Eileen promises to help teach her. 

Ren in a crop top?! Why does this seem so... out of character? I noticed this before in Swap.com. Idk. To be fair, it was 2001. Showing your bellybutton was ~all the rage.~ God help me. Also, Ren’s shirt is purple-y once again and she’ll pretty much wear anything if it’s purple so. 

Louis and Twitty are hanging out by some lake and Louis starts reminiscing about how he and Steve used to ride the paddle boats together when he was little. He says they used to sing this cheesy father-son song and “I can almost hear it now......... I CAN hear it now!” Lo and behold, Tom and Steve are riding in a paddle boat singing said cheesy father-son song. Louis’ jealousy has hit a new level. 

This would be a little much. If I saw my mom doing such personal things with one of my friends I would literally be so concerned??? Like, what the heck Mom?! It’s just weird. 

Immediately following this, Louis invites Tawny over for one of their little therapy sessions, lol. I love how this is something we’ve seen a few times throughout the series -- Whether it’s a serious talk like this or just Louis going to Tawny for advice. Like I’ve said before, he values her opinion A LOT which is lovely. This scene always stood out to me because they completely cleared out Louis’ room to look like a clean, cold therapist’s office or something. This is one of the only times it doesn’t look like a tornado ripped through it: 

His bed looks sooo much smaller when it’s made? I could’ve sworn he had a full bed this whole time lol. 

He tells her that everything went downhill when he was 5 and pushed Steve out of a paddle boat:

They gave Steve a curly brown mullet in this flashback. It’s wonderful. 

Tawny says the symbolism is obvious: Louis has been pushing his father away forever. She suggests taking an interest in something Steve likes to do. 

Next we cut to a montage of Ren’s bike riding lesson with Eileen. She’s literally terrible at it. They make a point to keep these random fencers in the shot. Like, really.. who goes to the park to fence? I’ve personally never seen that before but ok. I also just need to include this accidental screen cap of Ren about to fall because it’s great. 

Ren and Eileen leave the park after a day of failing miserably, and one of the fencers enters the frame and takes off their mask............. plot twist look who it is:

It’s Larry Beale smiling maniacally because he thinks he has tea to spill about Ren being bikely challenged. 

Now we move on to what is probably the best sequence in the episode. Steve is out golfing and Louis surprises him by showing up at the course! He’s so excited to spend one-on-one time bonding with Steve the way Tom has been lately, until Steve asks “Would you like to join us? Me and Tom!” And Tom shows up in his ~golfing threads~ which look ridiculous. (Cover image) There are so many fantastic lines from this point on. Kicking off with Tom saying “Say, Mr. Lou! I didn’t know you were a duffer.” And Louis gets SO OFFENDED. I’m assuming he thought Tom was swearing at him or something lol I can’t. Well, technically.. he might’ve been. Steve claims that duffer is just another word for a golfer. Out of curiosity I decided to google it to see for myself and well:

It’s not another word for any’ol golfer -- but rather a golfer that doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing. It means stupid too, so. There are also articles debating whether or not the term is offensive in the golf world. 

Of course, Louis sucks at golf and hates the sport, but he’s trying so hard to win Steve over! The nail in the coffin is Steve casually calling Tom “son.” Yikes. Louis is at a loss for words at this point. 

The next bit is one of my favorite moments in THE ENTIRE SERIES. I have to embed the scene. 

From the opening lines between Louis and Steve, to “bend your knees” to Louis’ face at the very end. This is all gold. 

Before the demonstration, Larry tries to intimidate Ren by dropping hints that he knows her secret. But, Ren takes the high road and says she has nothing to be ashamed of. I love when characters do this! Never let anyone make you feel inferior. So Ren comes rolling up with training wheels and says “The first rule of bike safety is if you don’t know how to ride a bike, use training wheels.” YAAAASSSS, GIRL. Larry gets on the mic and tries to turn it into a giant embarrassing scene, but it just doesn’t work when the person you’re trying to embarrass isn’t embarrassed at all lol. Ren is totally owning the situation and it’s great. Larry just looks like a fool up there beating the dead horse “THE GIRL NEEDS TRAINING WHEELS!!!!!!!!!” 

She rides the bike through the obstacles, training wheels and all, and everyone roots for her! Yay.

Things get emotional back at the golf course. Louis finally hits the ball and it’s pretty incredible. He’s so excited and runs over to Steve and Tom like “Dad!! Did you see that?! I hit it in from way over there!!” and of course, Steve is all “Sorry, Son. I missed it.” You can just feeeeel Louis’ spirit deflating. This is the last straw for him. He starts ranting “You know what, Tom? I give up. You win.” It’s so sad oh my god. You can hear the heartbreak in his voice. Shia is so great, god. He basically starts handing his entire life over to Tom. Dang. Side note: Shia takes off his visor which made his hair stick up. He looks so different. I remember thinking he looked so cute like that hahaha. 

Steve catches on and Tom decides to give them some space. “You two should talk. I know how my mother must feel. I canceled 3 games of Pinochle with her this week... I’ve got some fences to mend.” Tom is seriously the best. Obviously, Louis and Steve make up. It ends with the two of them playing Stinky Sock Ball together. It’s sweet. 

I really like this episode. A lot. Y’all know I love Tom, so I had to rank this one a little higher just because he deserves some more love. But aside from that, this is a really good plot. It’s great to see how much Louis actually cares about his relationship with his father and how they eventually end up bonding a little bit more. I also like Ren’s plot here as well! It’s a nice stick to your guns sort of message that you can apply to anything really. There are honestly no specific reasons why I like this one so much... I just do lol. It’s a solid episode overall. 

Well, guys. We made it. Officially at #29. Holy crapoli. Soon we’ll be at 25, and then 20, and then 15, and then 10............ you know how a countdown works. I just can’t believe how little we have left to go. I got all emotional about it here because I’ve also been running this blog for a year now. What the heck. 

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Chapter Forty- I Wanna Be Strong

Hi guys, so I believe we only have about fifteen (ish?) chapters left before we reach the end of the story! There will be another tiny twist before the end, though. There's a another note at the bottom of this chapter, but it doesn't have anything with this story, it's about the next one! So, as always, let me know what you think! ________________________________________________________________________________________ Once again, my days were spent in the studio, trying to keep my mind off of how lonely I felt. I knew Josh was the same, and I made sure that I took a break about an hour before the show every night to call Josh when I knew he would be free. The night of the first show when I video called Josh, the dial tone barely even rang once before I heard my favourite voice, while the screen stayed black. "Hi baby, what took you so long to answer, I called about 5 times earlier and you never picked up. Is everything okay, do I need to come home?" I could by the shakiness in his voice, just how nervous Josh felt. It was the first night that he had played a show without me being present since the day we had met. He moved the phone around so that I could see his face, concern etched all over it. His hair was wet, as if he'd just showered, water droplets clinging to his neck and bare shoulders too. "No, no you don't need to come home, love. I was cooking, then doing the dishes and my phone was still on silent from work earlier so I didn't hear your call, I'm so sorry! Is everything okay?" I could hear a sigh of relief and the look on his face visibly ease up a little. "I was worried, Ava. Ashley will actually be round soon because I called her when you didn't answer for the fourth time." Josh looked a little sheepish when he admitted this. I couldn't blame him for worrying about me after everything we had been through. I knew he cared deeply for me, it was obvious in his actions. "Anyway, what did you make for dinner?" I moved round, letting the camera follow, showing Josh the mountain of dishes in the drying rack that I had just finished washing and rinsing. "Well, I kind of felt sorry for myself seeing as you wouldn't be coming home tonight and I started making one of your favourite meals, y'know,  the fake chicken/ Quorn parmesan with a shit ton of pasta and Caesar salad. Oh and brownies too, with lots of frosting. I'm pretty sure I used every dish in the cupboards to make it all." I directed my camera towards the oven so Josh could see the food, before propping my phone up against the vase sitting on the dining room table. "I'm really happy that you've got your appetite back again baby. You do realise that was the first meal you ever cooked for me in the house. Did you put the crushed walnuts in the brownies again too?" I nodded as Josh put his phone down, angling it so he could still see me as he dried his hair with a towel. He wasn't wearing anything other than a pair of tight jeans. "Baby, turn around a second, is there something on the wall behind you?" Josh turned around to look and I got perfect view of his derriere. By the time Josh had realised there was nothing on the wall and had turned back around to face me, I was leaning over the table with my chin resting against my hand, just watching him. "There's nothing there- You know something? You honestly look like the human equivalent of the 'heart eyes emoji' when you do that, it's adorable. Wait... did you do that just so you could look at my ass?" I could feel my face heating up as Josh read me like a book. I tried to shake my head, but in return, Josh simply began to smirk at me, before turning so his back was to me again. "What are you doing?" I laughed. Josh began shaking his ass in return, before quickly disappearing from the screen. I could hear what sounded like a door locking shut off screen, before Josh appeared on the screen in front of me again. He smirked again, before leaning in towards the camera, his red cap on backwards, covering his now drier hair. "Seeing as how you got to see my ass, it's only fair that I get to see yours now." I complied with Josh's request, turning around and bending over slightly before dancing for him. I looked over my shoulder to see Josh watching intently, one hand disappearing from the table that they were both previously placed on. "You've been practicing that ass shaking, baby! Also, you should wear my shirts more often. You have some serious side boob going on and I'm enjoying it." I was wearing one of Josh's sleeveless muscle shirts. As soon as I got home from work, I decided that I wasn't going out anywhere, so I changed into the muscle shirt and a pair of his baggy shorts. It wasn't until I turned to the side and looked at myself in the top corner of the screen that I notice it myself. There was a good bit of the side of my breasts on show. "You're right, maybe I should go and get changed?" Josh shook his head quickly in protest. I started to lift the hem of the shirt just a little. "Y'know, take off this shirt and go find another one to put on?" I lifted the hem slowly until a small hint of underboob was on show. I smiled as I noticed Josh had sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down a little, still watching me intensely. We were soon interrupted by a loud knock on my front door reverberated around the house. I moved my shirt back down, rolling my eyes, and moving away from my phone to answer the door. I'm pretty sure I heard Josh mutter "Damnit Ashley!" True enough, Ashley was stood at the front door as soon as I opened it. "Hey Ava, Josh hadn't heard from you so he wanted me to check everything was okay. Well, that and I missed you too, so I thought I'd come round for a catch up?" I let Ashley in to the house, gesturing for her to go into the kitchen area. Thankfully, Josh had put a shirt on while I greeted his sister. "Oh hey Joshua! I didn't know you'd managed to call Ava back! How are you feeling about tonight?" I pulled on Josh's jumper that was sat in the living room before coming back out into the kitchen, taking the seat next to where Ashley sat so we could both see the screen. "I'm okay, I was really nervous, but speaking to Ava really helped. If I get to see that beautiful face before I perform, then surely I'll be okay and the show will go well! Did I tell you what Tyler did for me?" I recalled Tyler saying he had a surprise for Josh, but I couldn't remember if he had told me what it was. "He's had a photo of you made into a big poster to be wrapped onto my drums so that I can still see your face every night until you're back on tour!" It was so soppy, just like the huge smile plastered on Josh's face. Tyler could be cheesy when it came to showing his love for Jenna, but when it came to showing his love and support for his best friend, the cheesiness hit a whole new level! It was cute though. "Tyler's a great guy baby, that was sweet of him to do that for you! Although you'll get to see me soon, I promise it won't be long!" Josh's smile faded a little as I said this. I didn't mean to upset him, I was honestly just trying to reassure him. "It's great that you have the poster for now, and it'll be time for Ava to fly out and join you in no time buddy!" Ashley tried to reassure Josh too, but we were interrupted by someone yelling from the other side of the bathroom that Josh was still currently occupying. "Guys, that's Brad calling me for the meet and greet before the show. I gotta go but I'll call you both tonight after the show?" Ashley and I said our goodbyes to Josh, watching him wave before he hung up the video call. "How are you doing then? I know it's only been two days since Josh left the house, but you look sad already." I shrugged at Ashley, moving off of my seat to take the dinner out of the oven. "I miss him, I won't lie and say that I don't, but I need to get this album finished so that I can go on tour again. Dave Rose thinks it'll only take about another week and a half or so? I just need to grin and bare it, y'know? I'm assuming you're staying for dinner by the way?" I replied placing a massive plate of food in front of Ashley, bringing the freshly tossed Caesar salad in a bowl and setting it in front of her on the table too. "Well if it smells this good, I guess I'll just have to stay and eat!" Ashley joked a little, digging into the pasta first, before the tone turned a little more serious again. "Will you be okay here on your own? I don't want you getting spooked or being lonely?" "It shouldn't be too bad, I mean it's short term right? Plus I won't really be in the house much, I've got work and I'm going to meet the therapist that you recommended on Thursday too, so that will keep me busy." That's right, I was going to speak to the therapist to see if I was able to forgive myself for what had happened. I didn't hold any grudges against anyone else for losing my child, not even Evan. Just me. I knew it wasn't healthy and if Josh and I were trying again with a clean slate, I didn't want to keep harbouring any old negative feelings. "I'm so glad to hear that you're willing to try! Dr Loggins is great, maybe you'll only need a couple of sessions, but at least you can see if it'll help you. Maddie wants all us band sisters to go for coffee on Friday or Saturday if you're up for it? We're gonna FaceTime Jenna too so it doesn't feel like she's missing out!" ******************************************************************************************** Ashley and I spoke long into the night, about anything and everything. I was so happy that Ashley had forgiven me for how I had treated Josh during the aftermath. The love I had continued to feel from the entire Dun family was overwhelming. Ashley stayed over that night, sleeping in the spare room which used to be Josh's. He kept it mostly just as a closet or storage space.  Ashley couldn't stop laughing when she noticed three identical "I Want To Believe" shirts hang up, as I showed her to her room. It was nice to hang out with another female. Don't get me wrong, I love Jenna, but being able to better understand Ashley was fun. It was important to me to make the effort to get to know her and Abbie. We talked about poetry and living with anxiety. Ashley actually told me about a couple of coping techniques that I wasn't familiar with before. About half an hour after we both went to bed, Josh called my phone. The FaceTime notification appearing on my screen, resting against my pillow, lighting up the dark room.  I picked up, answering the call and holding my phone so Josh could see me. "Hey, how did the first concert go?" "Yeah it was good! It went a lot better than I was expecting it to go to be honest. I missed you so much though. The sooner you're back out here, the better. Even Shap and John were complaining about you not being here. Are you absolutely sure that the album needs to be recorded right now? I could call or text Dave Rose and ask to get you out the studio?" Josh sighed, causing me to laugh. He knew the timescales that I had to work to, and the reasons as to why it needed to be completed by the end of the first week of November. That was what the label had agreed, and I was contracted to work it. I didn't, however, doubt for a second that there was a possibility Josh would text Dave Rose to ask if I could finish early. "Baby, I know you would text him, but please don't! I like this job and I want to keep it!" Josh started laughing when he saw the look of horror on my face. He held his hands up to the camera, placing the phone in his lap, looking down at the screen. "I promise I won't get you fired! Though I am counting down the hours until you're back with us all again." We spoke for well over an hour until Josh began to yawn. "Go to bed! I'm not telling you again, Joshua William Dun! Seriously, I will wake Ashley up just so she can tell you to go to bed, then you'll be grumpy tomorrow because you'll be tired and you'll have to deal with two grumpy girls because we'll be tired too!" Reluctantly, Josh said goodbye to me for the second time that night. I spent hours tossing and turning, staring up at the ceiling or over at the alarm clock on Josh's bedside table, just watching time trickle by like raindrops down a window pane. ================================================================================== Okay guys, so I'm currently working on a Tyler based story, it's very different to what I've done before and might be a little controversial with the storyline!

[snapshotxdelrusso]

stuck || sebco

Who: @fabsmythe & @snapshotxdelrusso

When: 31st January 

Notes: Franco is having a panic attack and Sebastian comes to check on him. Conversations lead to a potential future

Triggers: Abuse, Sex is assumed and Panic Attacks

It wasn't easy getting to Franco's apartment. At least it was more tedious than normal. In fact, Sebastian had broken a lot of rules getting there but he didn't care. Eventually, he started shouting at his driver in French and his driver finally gave into the horror that Sebastian was putting on her. He arrived at Franco's nearly 45 minutes after the last message. It wasn't something that he wanted, but it was the best he could do. He shifted out of the car seat and tapped the window. He gave a command and the driver went away. Sebastian pulled his hoodie over his head and walked up the stairs. He knocked at the door and then tried the handle to see if it was unlocked. "It's me." Sebastian shouted.

Franco had left the door unlocked when he'd gotten the news and he was sat on the floor, tears running down his face as he struggled to breath properly, "H...Her..re" he managed to get out as he rocked a little, he didn't feel like a strong person, he felt weak and pathetic and he wanted to scream and shout but he couldn't even find his words anymore

When Sebastian opened the door without the other, immediately, he ran to Franco's side, leaving the door to shut him self. He reached into his pocket and was about to call 911. "Hey, hey, monsieur." Sebastian cooed in a soft tone. "I'm here." He moved quickly to wrap the other in his arms.

Franco fell into Sebastian's arms, "Don't call for help" he spoke, his voice shaking, "I can't go back to hospital" he whispered, "Please don't make me go back"

Sebastian put his phone face down on the floor and attempted to lift up the other. He was careful in his support as he brought the other to the bed so that they weren't on the floor. Sebastian kept his arms around the other. A body guard came up and discretely closed the door to the apartment. Sebastian peeked out before focusing his attention on the other.

Franco let Sebastian move him to the bed as his body felt like it wanted to give up. He was sad, he felt like he couldn't make the decision himself and he clung to Sebastian like his life depended on it

Sebastian's fist twisted into Franco's shirt, making sure that he had the best grip on him. Using all the strength he had, Sebastian pulled him close so that he could feel Franco's body warmth next to his. His other hand, he used to rub the other's back gently.

Franco's hands were balled into fists, his head buried into Sebastian's shoulder as he tried to calm himself down, "Why can't he just admit what he did" he spoke, his voice shaking and quivering, "Why is he putting me through this"

Sebastian was glad that Franco was on his left side. "Because he's ruthless baby doll. It's okay. It'll be over soon, it'll be over soon." Sebastian's voice turned softer than usual.

Franco wanted to scream at the world, wanted to fight anyone who came near him but instead, he sat clutching someone he felt like he'd forced into all this, "I'm sorry you have to deal with this"

"Shhh." Sebastian cooed. "Focus on yourself. It's all going to be okay." Sebastian's long slender fingers smoothed through the younger man's hair. Still, Sebastian kept his fist balled into Franco's shirt and his body encompassing the other, using his large tall body as an advantage.

Franco felt like he was breaking, "I just don't get it... How can he say I was happy?" he asked, his tears slowing, "I was never happy Sebastian, I wasn't happy"

"Exactly, nobody is going to see that." Sebastian reminded him. "They're going to know he's a liar just by looking at you." Sebastian rocked their bodies gently, making sure that it was completely controlled. "This wasn't your fault and you don't deserve it."

"It was though. When they ask why I entered into a relationship, they won't believe me when I say he was gunna fire me, everyone said he seemed like such a good person" Franco explained as he felt Sebastian's hands on him, "That I was making it up"

Very naturally, Sebastian unballed his fist, moved his arm down Franco's arm and twisted his hand into the other's and kept his motion going. "And they're wrong." Sebastian reminded. "You're not making it up and they're going to all say that. But you know what it was really like."

"If no one believes me, he walks free" Franco said, defeated as he pushed himself backwards, letting himself rest against the headboard as he kept a grip on Sebastian's hand, "And I have to move again"

Sebastian knew how these things worked. He watched it happen so many times and he was even asked to come defend somebody. This is what they did. "I believe you. And if you can convince me, I think you can convince them. You're not alone."

Franco sighed as he watched Sebastian, "Look, I can't pretend that I am OK and I gotta hope the courts see I am not" he whispered as his hands started to slow on the shaking and his breathing started to level out, "I'm scared"

"Honey, nobody needed a detective to tell that you're not okay." Sebastian stated. "I know, but I'm here for you. I'll protect you."

"Yeah but they need to believe I'm not OK" he whispered, "And I've been trying to pretend I am. I don't wanna be weak anymore"

Sebastian squeezed his hand and listened. Maybe there was something he wasn't hearing or something he wasn't thinking of. "What do you want to do?"

"What do you mean" he asked, looking up wide-eyed to the other, "What do you mean, what do I wanna do?"

"I mean, what do you want to do about this?" Sebastian asked.

"About New York?" He asked.

"The whole thing?" Sebastian asked. "What do you want the end result to be?"

"I want him to go to prison" he said with a nod, "I want him to never be able to touch me again" he whispered

At the answer, Sebastian nodded. "How can we put this hussy in jail then?"

"I don't know. I have to make sure they believe me" he whispered

Sebastian grumbled as he leaned in to hear the other. "What did you say?" Sebastian asked.

Franco looked up, "I have to make sure people believe me" he spoke again, "You really wanna come with me?"

This time, Sebastian made sure to tilt his head left to hear him better. "I really want to come with you." Sebastian told him in confidence.

Franco nodded, "Then I'll go" he spoke with a nod, "I'll go as long as you come"

"I booked the flight already." His lips curled into a sweet smile for him. "I even saved a seat for you in first class if you want it."

Franco gave a soft laugh, "You got me a seat in first class?" He asked with a bite of his lip

"Yes sir." Sebastian told him. "have you ever been in 1st class?"

"I was never allowed to book my own flights so what do you think" he said with a smile

"What man would ever allow his boyfriend to sit in that sort of filth of public class?" Sebastian puckered his lips. Maybe this was bad taste, but Sebastian couldn't help himself.

Franco raised am eyebrow, "Erm, the kinda man who would kick the crap out of me" he spoke with a gulp, "Can I ask you something?"

"You already did." Sebastian answered.

Franco shook his head, "It's fine, I won't ask" he spoke with a nod

Sebastian laughed. "Love, don't hang me like that."

Franco closed his eyes, "Would you... Would like... Would you be interested in going on a date with me?" He said, the words hard to come out after everything with Jake

Sebastian was a bit thrown off by this. He didn't think that was the direction. He puckered his lips at the question and tilted his head. A smile curled on his face. "I would love too." He eventually answered.

Franco was stunned he'd not thought Sebastian would be interested, "For real?"

Sebastian's toes hung over the edge of the bed. Even though Franco had a large bed, Sebastian still couldn't fit properly on it. It was one of those unfortunate things. Sebastian put his leg in between Franco's legs and hummed. "Even though I have a hearing issue, it seems like I have to repeat myself a lot." He said in a teasing manner. "And this cute little innocent school boy excitement, super hot."

Franco found the position odd, he'd not laid in bed with anyone since Jake and he gripped Sebastian's hand, "I'm sorry, I second guess myself a lot" he admitted, "Cute innocent school boy is kinda what you get with me"

Sebastian couldn't help the giddy laugh that evolved out of his throat. He let go of Franco's hand and went up to stroke through Franco's smooth hair. "Well, lucky me then." He responded. "And how about you tell me about what kind of date you'd like to go on?"

Franco moved his head into Sebastian's hand, wanting to feel the man's touch, "I don't know. Maybe like, dinner and a stroll through the park?" he offered. He'd not really done dates before so he was basing it on the cheesy movies he's seen.

"Classy." Sebastian commented, his grin huge on his face. It's been a while since he had attempted to really date anybody. Mostly one night stands, but really, Sebastian didn't really know what to make of it either. "Maybe a nice Italian Restaurant, fine wine?" He said, egging on the thoughts that would take the other away from his troubles.

Franco nodded, "Italian would be perfect, I haven't had good Italian since I left Italy" he smiled as he looked to the other, "Then we could find a nice little spot or we could get a car to the beach and take a stroll along and watch the waves?"

Sebastian hummed with Franco. "Love, what if it was in Italy?" Sebastian thought aloud. He was of course completely serious. "Do you have your passport love?"

Franco's jaw dropped, "In Italy? Like actually going to Italy for a date?" he asked, not sure if that was normal, "Well yeah, I fly all the time so I have to have my passport"

"Why not love?" Sebastian asked him. "From New York, we just to Italy and we send a week in genuine leather and floating down the river, leasing this miserable country behind us."

"Cause no one has ever asked me to go to Italy with them before" he said quietly, "After New York, sounds like a good time to go, god knows I'll need it"

Sebastian brushed his cheek with the other as sort of a butterfly kiss. "Love, don't get to use to it, because you have the most alluring surprises."

"Alluring surprises? What does that mean?" he asked with a frown, his issues with words showing now.

"Alluring means seductive." Sebastian answered as he continued to brush through Franco's hair.

"So you give seductive surprises or I gotta learn too?" he asked, still moving his head into Sebastian's hand

"No." Sebastian snorted. His hand showed as he pressed his smiling face into Franco's. "I mean it's sexy to see you surprised."

"Oh right" he said with a nod, "Your face is really close to mine" he said with a slight whisper, licking his lip

Sebastian tilted his left ear up again. "What?" Sebastian asked.

"Your face" he said a little louder, "It's really close to mine" he spoke as he bit down on his lip

Sebastian nodded. "It is." Sebastian leaned his face and let their lips match. He puckered his lips out to capture the other's perfectly.

Franco felt the breath leave him as Sebastian kissed him. The man was gentle, which is what he needed right now with his wounds and he kissed back, his hands moving so they could touch Sebastian, "Thank you" he spoke against the others lips

Sebastian chuckled against the other's lips before he dove deeper into the kiss, squeezing his eyes shut. His large hands went to Franco's body to feel over the bumps and bruises he had. "You're going to strong for this." Sebastian told him. "I know you can."

"I can do it if I got people who believe in me" he breathed as he kissed the other back, for once not ashamed of his scars

"I believe you. And in my line of work, you have to admit that there are a lot of snakes."

Franco nodded, "Lots of snakes, Jake just topped the chart"

"Agreed love." Sebastian's neck relaxed onto the pillow. He started to stroke Franco's cheek. He bent his leg up so that his shoes were no longer dangling over the edge of the bed. He adjusted himself so that he was a bit more comfortable, realising he hadn't moved since he had come in to put Franco on the bed

Franco sighed into the touch, "I never imagined being able to lay like this with someone again"

Sebastian tilted his head to Franco with a sly smile on his face. "Oh? Well, looks like somebody was wrong." Sebastian said bluntly. "And really? With that handsome mug?"

Franco gave a little laugh, "Yeah looks like I was. I just never thought I'd get past the Jake thing. Handsome, me... Don't be silly"

"Seriously, this whole bashful act is completely sexy." Sebastian cooed as he looked down at the other.

Franco shook his head, "I'm not even sure what you mean right now" he said bashfully

Sebastian snickered and wrapped himself around Franco again. He hugged him tighter than normal and leaned into his ear to whisper. "You're too much." Sebastian then turned Franco's mouth so that he could engulf his mouth. Sebastian merged carefully, moving his hands under Franco's shirt.

Franco felt his eyes flutter as the other kissed him hard and the hand went up his shirt, "God, your touch" he spoke out, "Crave your touch"

Sebastian continued his actions. He couldn't quite hear what the other was saying, he wasn't pushing and shoving at him to stop. He moved so that he was on top of the other, putting his hand all over Franco's trim body. Even though it was bruised, Sebastian was excited to feel the smooth patches of skin. Soon, his slender fingers moved into Franco's pant, reaching for his smooth cute butt that Sebastian would discreetly look at while they were together.

Franco was groaning at the actions and when Sebastian went to his pants, he gasped out, "Feels so nice, gentle hands" he breathed out, hands coming up to Sebastian's hair as he kissed the other

Very carefully, Sebastian pressed on, kissing all over Franco's body. Even as they glided into more in depth territory, Sebastian moved slowly and with as much control as he could muster. 

--------------- SEX ASSUMED ---------------

At the finish, Sebastian fell on over on the large mattress, bare naked. He moaned with satisfaction as his breathe started to calm down.

Franco had enjoyed himself and Sebastian was super gentle with him. He was panting when they were done and he sighed as he took a breath, "That was amazing" he spoke, remembering not to whisper

"I know." Sebastian breathed out. "It was me." He couldn't help but laugh at his own boosting. "And you were also fantastic." As their bodies cooled off, Sebastian went to pull the sheets over them. He also put his arm underneath Franco's and brought him close.

Franco moved into Sebastian and he took the overs hand, bringing it onto his chest, "So erm... What does this mean?"

Sebastian leaned his head onto the pillow. "It doesn't have to mean anything love." Sebastian told him. "Or it can mean whatever you want it to mean."

Franco paused, "I meant for us?"

"I know. That's what I meant." Sebastian opened his bright green eyes. "It means what you want it to mean."

Franco shook his head, "I don't know... I don't know what it means cause I don't wanna get hurt again but I don't wanna watch you go around with loads of other people"

Sebastian sighed out. How had he got caught up in this so fast? Maybe it was just the fact that he wanted to help Franco so much? He rubbed his temple. "I've attempted exclusive before, and let me tell you, it doesn't work out so much. But, I will make an effort for you." Sebastian finally told him. He knew it would hurt him if Sebastian wasn't truthful from the beginning. Plus, the other had to know from multiple tabloids that Sebastian wasn't exactly made for monogamy.

Franco sighed, "Don't do it then" he said with a nod, "I can get over it. I don't wanna convenience you". He took a gulp and rolled onto his side, "I'm not gunna make you give up your lifestyle just cause I need someone Sebastian"

Even though Sebastian was known for his ruthlessness, he still felt a tinkle of guilt whenever things like this happened. He pressed his lips together as he watched the other flipped over. He thought for a minute how he would fix this. "I don't want you to think that you don't have a special place in my heart." Sebastian sat up. He hung his head as he thought of more words. For once, they didn't flow out of him like they normally did. "And I don't want you to think that you can't come to me. I will do anything to help you."

Franco sighed, "Sebastian, don't try and be something you aren't. You have needs, I get it" he spoke with a gulp, "Would I see you as a boyfriend, yeah but if you can't commit I can't do that" he said, biting his lip a little

Sebastian sucked in some air. "Even if I was ready for a committed relationship, do you think that you're ready for a relationship?" Sebastian asked with a bit of worry in his voice. "I figured that you just got out of a very... nasty situation and you're... still not done with it. You think even if we got together that it would be beneficial to you?"

Franco rolled over so his feet were over the side of the bed and he sat up, "What's beneficial for me is not having to do this alone... I went through shit so who are you to decide if that means I am not ready? I just want like... I wanna feel loved OK" he said, his voice starting to break, "I wanna feel like someone fucking wants me"

Sebastian grumbled in frustration. "Ooflala." He trilled harshly in his french mannerisms. His words came out controlled. "I do want you.. I just have to be honest with you." He sighed out. "I think it's because that we really just met last week..." Sebastian kept his eyes on Franco's back. "You have to admit that we're working a bit fast. I really didn't have the goal of coming over here and having sex. Though it was the highlight of my year so far."

Franco took a deep breath and shook his head, "Yeah OK but you've had one night stands before, telling me they move to fast?". He paused and looked at Sebastian, "You want me but you want to be able to sleep with others, that's what this is right?" he asked, "I was stupid to even ask you for a date. I'm glad I could give you an award winning night"

"No, that's not what I'm attempting to get at. I'm just saying that there have been times that... I've been unfaithful. Or I've made some decisions that might have been better if I were single." Sebastian warned. He sucked in some air as he admitted to this. He should've known this. Sebastian nearly built his social persona out of being the resident play boy. "Hey, hey, now. Don't be like that. Okay..." Sebastian put his hand through his hair. Damn did he fuck this one up. He sat in silence as he ran through scenarios in his head. He could do it right? He could enter into a relationship? The problem was how Franco was now, he couldn't get around it. This could be dangerous. He balled his hands into his fist and had a clump of hair in his hands. Sleeping with Franco was a mistake and that was only thing that he could think about in that moment. "I'm sorry, I went too far." Sebastian finally stated. "I still want to go on that date. And I can..." He took in a breathe. "Try. I am willing to try if you are willing to give me a chance."

"Yeah well if I'd had the chance I would have been unfaithful too Sebastian" he said with a nod as he finally looked at the other, "I got hurt so much by Jake and for me to even wanna put one egg in someone's basket, that should be a big deal". He gulped back his emotions and nodded, "I can't help it OK". "If you'd gone too far, I would have stopped you" he spoke honestly, "I would have told you no but I didn't cause I thought it was what we both wanted". He paused at the words, "Why don't we say, between now and the trial, you do what you need to do, an open relationship of sorts? We go to the trial, we go on the date and if we hit it off, then you try, you try and be faithful, you try and commit to me?"

"Oh, I knew you were a player." Sebastian praised with a huge smile on his face. He made sure that when Franco turned around that he was sitting there and staring at him. His green eyes connected with those deep brown hues. He couldn't lie, it made him melt a little on the inside. "I know." He reached down for Franco's hand and hoped that he'd take it. It wasn't that they couldn't be close? Right? In the past week, Franco had entrusted Sebastian a lot and now he was on the road to keeping that trust. He felt like it was his duty. "I did want you, just wasn't thinking too clearly on what it meant." He breathed out and nodded. "I would like that a lot. It's a bit better than my anxiety was betting on."

Franco rolled his eyes, "I wish, if I could have played the game I could have gotten out of there quicker then I did" he said with a small smile. He looked down at Sebastian's hand and gulped as he took it in his own, "I'm sorry". "So that's the plan yeah? We do this open thing for a few weeks and you get it all out of your system before Italy?" he asked, "And if you hook up with someone, I don't wanna know".

Sebastian gave him a broad smile and moved to lay down next to Franco. "Thank you." Sebastian said to him as he wrapped his warm naked body around Franco again. This time, he didn't let go as he rested his head. "Oh? You don't want to know. I'll just turn off your news feeds now."

"You gunna make it public?" he asked with a raise of his eyebrow, "Cause that's not classy at all".

"We're going to stop talking about this.... now." Mostly because Sebastian didn't want to get into more trouble that he was already in. He gave Franco another butterfly kiss before he settled into the same pillow.

Franco shook his head with a scoff, "Don't make it public, that will rub salt in legit all my wounds" he said with a sigh as he cuddled up with Sebastian

"Oh, I think that's the first joke I've heard you make." Sebastian said proudly with closed eyes. They were starting to become heavy.

Franco shook his head, "Yeah well... Come on, before you sleep make me that promise, that you won't publicly flaunt your conquests"

"Yes, I will not purposefully publicly flaunt my conquest." Sebastian genuinely promised to the other.

Franco nodded and he sighed as he closed his own eyes, "Goodnight Sebastian"

"Goodnight love."