#my dad leaves me voicemails all the time i think it's cute

[heich0e]

important question for liv research purposes

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

I have an idea! What about reader smuggling a cat into the academy and asking Xavier to keep it in his shed? Xavier doesn't like the idea, but he grow fond of the kitten and takes it to his room becasue it's gonna be cold outside in his shed and it would be so cuteee

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‘’Absolutely not.’’

‘’We could keep him in your shed until the end of semester and—’’

Xavier shook his head, refusing to hear any more. ‘’No. Absolutely not.’’

You cradled the small stray kitten against your chest. ‘’Look at his cute face, we can’t leave him without a home. He chose me to be his mommy. He needs me, he’ll die outside. He’s gonna get eaten by the monster— Do you want to live with the guilt of sending this cat to his death, Xavier?’’

You were pushing for the dramatics, but you weren’t entirely wrong. There were so many possible dangers outside for a kitten. And with the monster still out there, it wasn’t safe.

Xavier glanced at the kitten, watching him rub his face against your hand. The semester was ending in less than two months — seven weeks. If he said ‘no’, you would keep him in your dorm and there’s no way you won’t get caught. He sighed, giving in. ‘’Alright… But I am not taking any responsibility for this cat. If Weems finds out, it’s all on you.’’

The biggest grin formed on your lips. ‘’Got it.’’

In the morning, you went to Jericho and got some things like cat food, a collar, a few small toys, a blanket with paws all over and a bowl for water. Xavier even helped you set up a box to turn into a bed. You were surprised by his involvement, but didn't complain. It was sweet of him.

‘’You’re going to be so loved, little kitten—’’ you mused as you sat on the floor of the shed and played with the feline.

Xavier was sitting before you, painting the box for the cat he didn't like. ‘’You haven’t told me what his name is. I have cohabit with him and I don’t even know my roommate’s name.’’

‘’He doesn’t have one,’’ you admitted, watching the black kitten aggressively play with his toy mouse, rolling on himself and hitting it with his paws. ‘’Salem is overused, so definitely not that. Maybe…Licorice?’’

‘’You can't name him after one of the worst candies, he's gonna get bullied.’’

‘’He's a cat, who's gonna bully him?’’

‘’What about…Girlfriend Stealer. Murder Mittens—’’

You threw the mouse toy at Xavier and he laughed.

‘’Don't listen to your cat dad,’’ you told the kitten, ‘’he’s just jealous that my attention is on you and not on him.’’

Xavier raised his eyes from the painting to glare at you. ‘’I am not his cat dad.’’

The funniest thing about cats is that if you voice your dislike for them, they will purposely rub against your legs and beg you for pets and attention.

Xavier was trying to paint, but Binx — like Thackery Binx — kept rubbing against Xavier’s leg and meowing for his attention. He even dipped a paw in blue paint and got it all over the floor. Xavier kept shooing him off, but Binx was obsessed with him. He even curled on his hoodie for a nap and refused to get off.

Two weeks later, you went to the shed to feed Binx his breakfast, but the kitten was nowhere to be found. You checked under all the tables, behind all the canevas and even in the shelving unit where he kept his paints. Sadly, there was no Binx.

You began to worry and panic, making scenarios in your head and thinking the worst. Where was he? Did he slip between Xavier’s legs when he locked the shed last night? It rained a lot during the night, if Binx was outside—

You grabbed your phone and call Xavier.

‘’Pick up. Pick up.’’

Unfortunately, the call went straight to voicemail.

It was 8am on a weekend, he must be still sleeping. Your problem couldn't wait until the woke up though.

You returned to the academy and snuck past the house master while some students were walking out to head to breakfast.

‘’Xavier! Wake up!’’ you hissed through the door between knocks. ‘’Bin— There’s an emergency! Xavi—’’

The door opened slightly, a very sleepy Xavier rubbing his half opened eyes appeared in the ajar space. Through his sleepy state, he pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.

‘’Binx is gone. I went to the shed to feed him and—’’ Your state of panic was cut when your eyes caught the small ball of black fur curled on Xavier's bed, sleeping soundly by his pillow. An immense relief washed over you.

‘’It was cold last night when I finished painting so I hid him in my jacket and brought him here. We might not get along, but I wasn’t gonna let him die of cold,’’ Xavier explained, his voice hoarse from sleep.

You walked past him, going right for Binx who stirred and meowed when you sat on the bed. ‘’I was so worried about you,’’ you said to him. ‘’I thought you had gotten lost in the woods around the academy or died of cold, but it was just your daddy who took you in for a night of cuddles.’’

Xavier groaned, crawling back on his bed and into the warmth of his covers. ‘’Again, I am not his cat dad.’’ He pulled on the comforter and turned his back to you. ‘’Since you found him, Murder Mittens is getting all the attention and cuddles. When I accepted him in my life, I didn’t think I would lose my girlfriend.’’

You wanted to laugh and call Xavier jealous, but then you realized he wasn’t wrong. Maybe his reaction was dramatic, but Binx had taken your entire schedule since you found him. All of your nights were spent with him in the shed, playing and petting him. Xavier was there too, but your attention was mostly on Binx.

Your eyes shifted away from Binx and went to Xavier. Seeing his back instead of his face made your heart clench. He had turned away from you on purpose — and it hurt. You put your hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t react.

‘’I’m sorry, Xavier. I didn’t realize what I was doing, but now I see it and I am so sorry. I don’t want Binx to replace you — no one can replace you. I love you so much baby, don’t ever doubt that.’’

His shoulders started shaking and you thought he was crying, which broke your heart.

‘’Baby, please forgive me, I—’’

You were falling so hard for his act it was getting difficult for Xavier to keep his sulking face. And your sweet words were not helping.

A small laugh spilled from his lips, betraying him.

That’s when you realized that he was not crying. He was full on grinning and trying to hide from you.

You slapped his side over the comforter so hard it echoed in the room, making Xavier laugh harder. ‘’You’re an ass, Xavier Thorpe! I was genuinely feeling bad for making you feel neglected and replaced— You were playing me all along!’’

He rolled back to face you, dimples poking through his cheeks. ‘’You think I would get jealous over a cat?’’

You shrugged. ‘’You’ve made your hatred for him pretty clear.’’

‘’I don’t hate Binx,’’ Xavier corrected with a sigh, reaching for the kitten and kissing the top of his head sweetly as he cradled him to his chest. ‘’He’s alright.’’

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[jackhues]

(mockingbird au!) lucky - platonic!quinn hughes

request: hi obsessed with the mockingbird! au- *please ignore if you’re uncomfortable i 100% get it* but what about calling quinn after a *small* car accident like barely hurt if at all but jack isn’t around or not answering so reader goes to quinn? loving your writing! 

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you shouldn’t have sold your car so quickly.

after the incident where it broke down on the way home, you finally gave in and allowed the boys to sell it. not surprisingly, no one wanted it, and you ended up giving it in for scrap metal.

you didn’t go out to buy another car yet, but you still had places to go. jack and quinn were more than okay with you using either of their cars whenever you needed to. with having your choice of any of the boys’ cars, you weren’t necessarily in a rush to get a new one.

you were on your way back from the grocery store in quinn’s car, turning out of the parking lot, when another car came from nowhere. 

you swerved on instinct, causing the car that would’ve otherwise rammed you head on to take out the driver side mirror. your foot slammed on the brakes, the car stopping right before you hit a tree.

“holy shit,” you muttered, your brain scattered as you tried to think about what to do.

there was debris on the road, from the car that almost ran into you and your destroyed side mirror.

well… quinn’s destroyed side mirror.

“oh shit,” you muttered again, this time with a sense of fear.

quinn won’t be mad, you tried to tell yourself. even though you knew the hughes, you couldn’t calm your racing heart. a sense of deep rooted fear made you not want to call anyone.

slowly, you reversed, and parked the car at the side of the road. the one that had hit you drove off already. 

with shaky fingers, you dialled jack’s numbers. it rang once, twice, thrice… before going to voicemail.

“no, no, no,” you muttered, calling him up again.

and again, it went to voicemail.

tears fell down your face, frustration from the entire event. you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down. assuring yourself that quinn would be fine, you dialled his number.

“hello?” he picked up on the second ring.

“hi,” your voice was small.

“hello?” quinn repeated again, unable to hear you clearly. “y/n, is that you?”

“yeah it’s me,” you confirmed. “i’m - i’m at the grocery store, well i’m in the parking lot. i was - i was leaving when some car - uhh…”

“y/n, what happened? you okay?” quinn asked, the noise from the background on his end disappearing. “what happened with the car?”

“someone took out your driver side mirror,” you told him. “i was - i tried to swerve, but they were coming head on, and i couldn’t get the whole car out of the way, and-”

“y/n, breathe,” quinn’s voice cut through, calm and steady. “i don’t care about the car, you know that. are you okay?”

you took a steadying breath, forcing yourself to calm down. this was not your dad. quinn was better than him. he and the hughes were everything your dad - your family - should’ve been.

“shaken up, i guess,” you answered. “but i’m fine. the car’s missing a side mirror, so i can’t drive home like this. and there’s some debris on the road.”

“okay, i’m coming to get you. send me your location. did you see the other car?” he asked.

you sent your location, and answered, “it was a dark blue minivan. i didn’t see anything else. it happened too fast.”

“hey, that’s okay. it’s okay,” he repeated on the other end of the line. “i’m on my way. don’t worry about it. did you call jack?”

“i tried, but it went to voicemail,” you admitted. “he’s probably still at the beach with the boys.”

the two of you stayed on the line until quinn pulled up, parking next to you.

“you alright?” was the first thing he asked as he helped you out of the car.

“i’m fine,” you promised. “your car isn’t though.”

“don’t worry about that,” he shrugged it off. “it happens. i’ll get it fixed later. for now, let’s go home. i’ve already called a tow company for the car and debris. they’ll take care of it.”

you thanked quinn, taking your groceries out of the car and placing them in quinn’s other car. on the ride back home, your phone rang.

“hello,” you picked it up.

“what’s wrong?” jack sounded frantic. 

“what?” you asked, a little confused. there was no way jack had known about the little accident. there was no reason for him to be so concerned.

“you called me five times,” he sounded out of breath. “five times in a row. i didn’t hear because i was out in the water, and my phone was on the beach, but you don’t - you don’t call like that. what happened? are you okay?”

“i’m fine, jack. i promise,” you told him.

quinn made an ‘o’ face as he realized who you were talking to.

“i just got into a little accident,” you continued.

“accident?” jack asked. if anything, he sounded more worried than before.

“it’s fine, i’m fine,” you said quickly. “some car just took out one of the side mirrors. i swerved out of the way, i’m fine. i’m with quinn right now, i’m coming home.”

“you’re alright though?” he asked, still sounding a little uneasy.

“promise,” you assured him. “i’m alright.”

“can you pass the phone to quinn real quick?” he asked.

you gave it over to quinn, watching out the window as quinn assured his younger brother that everything was indeed fine. you and jack were alike in that sense. the two of you found comfort in quinn, and the way he manages to handle tough situations. or maybe quinn was good at comforting you two.

quinn handed you back your phone as the two of you pulled into the street. you tilted your head as you saw jack standing in the driveway in swim shorts, his hair tousled, and looking like he just ran a marathon.

“did he run home from the beach?” you asked incredulously.

quinn managed a laugh, “to be fair, the beach isn’t too far from here.”

you shook your head to yourself, opening the car door once quinn parked.

“go calm him down before he explodes from nerves,” quinn motioned towards his younger brother before you stepped out of the car. “i’ll get the groceries.”

“thanks, q.”

jack pulled you into his arms the second your feet hit the ground. you were surrounded by the smell of the lake he’d spent his entire morning at, the sand from his body rubbing off on yours… you weren’t mad about it, though.

you understood what jack went through, those moments of fear. for a second, you thought you were going to be the one that was gonna get hit and not the side mirror.

you wrapped your arms around jack’s neck, pulling him closer, letting him hold you and assure himself that you’re real and you’re okay.

"you're okay?" he whispered, as if speaking any louder would break you.

"i'm not hurt," you told him. "just a little shaken."

looking over jack's shoulder, you met quinn's eye. he held the house door open with his foot, hopping around a bit, as he carried the groceries in his hands. 

with jack's arms around you, and the memory of quinn dropping everything to get you (for the second time in a few weeks), you’d never felt more lucky than you did in that moment. 

having jack and quinn was more than you ever thought you’d deserved. having both of them look out for you the way they did was worth everything. 

you could take the randos hating on you for dating jack, or your birthday passing without even a phone call from your family if it meant you got quinn and jack at the end of it.

“thank you,” you whispered into jack’s hair, hoping to convey every emotion you were feeling.

he only held you closer.

[lords-of-mayhem]

hey all im saying is that if you write a thesis about how loc made you unwell i would read the hell out of it

like ik how it personally is making me worse, i need to know what its doing to others desperately

Okay, so. I'm gonna just throw all my thoughts that I currently have here. No promises on how coherent I'll be.

A lot of it is just based off of how violence is portrayed in the movie.

The parallels and foreshadowing in this movie fucks me up so much.

The scene of Euronymous simply saying "Scorpions?" to Varg and walking away from him paralleled by him telling Varg later, "I attracted people by saying you can't have this, you're not worthy."

Euronymous saying "nothing could stop me" cut immediately by Varg staring in the mirror???

The way Euronymous gives a speech that Varg overhears in the restaurant that Varg later parallels in the bar, trying to get the same adoration and it just doesn't happen?? Ough

Euronymous: We're not just a fucking metal band. I'm sick of all those speed and death metal bands, all that Swedish shit. All they do is celebrate life and party, they should just call it life metal. We play black metal, true Norwegian black metal. Varg: Exactly, posers claiming to be Satanists when all they wanna do is drink beer and have a good time. I hate that, all those death metal kids with their stupid Morbid Angel t-shirts. Making a trend out of something that was meant to instill fear.

Also I know I've said this before, but SOMEBODY in production has a blood kink. I refuse to believe otherwise.

There are at least 15 separate shots of men with blood splattered across their faces in this movie. I didn't even carefully examine every scene, I just kind of skimmed through the parts I knew of right off. (The show scene, Faust's murder, etc.)

And the way blood/violence is presented is so horny for no reason?? Like Occultus having his mouth wide open while Pelle's blood is actively pouring onto his face? This????

Who asked for this? ^^^^

Another thing is the parallels between Pelle and Ann-Marit. I KNOW I've gone on and on, but it fucks me up. There was no reason she needed to look so similar, down to their outfits being similar.

The multiple shots of Varg ass naked and fucking?? (This caught me so by surprise the first time I saw this movie, like why did they need to do that lol)

Euronymous pinning Manheim down while he encourages Necro to cut him? Lives in my head rent free.

The pure sexual tension in the Varg/Euro church burning scene. Like they had a cute little date and then the most homoerotic stare-downs ever. The way they smile at each other and the little hug :(

Then this gay shit

On the note of gay shit, there's not a single reason why Faust needed to touch Occultus as much as he did, yet here we are.

On the topic of Faust, there was also not a single reason why he needed to double take watching Euronymous piss. (keep your eyes to yourself girlie <3)

Emory Cohen also being so phenomenal at expressions really fucked me up in this movie, particularly him breaking up with Euro and him killing him later. He's so talented and it makes me so insane

Emory Cohen in general is just such a fantastic pick for this role, he's hands down my favorite casting. He's similar enough (especially irl Varg's arrogance that he captures) while also making the character his own is such a good mix. Plus, knowing that having a Jewish actor playing him pissed irl Varg off is a bonus.

Side note, but Pelle's dad leaving that voicemail while he was killing himself? It gets to me, man. It gets to me. (And while we're on the topic of parents, Faust's mom yelling in the background while he's getting arrested? Oh lord)

The Varg/Euro tension while they played with Atilla??? Hello???

Blackthorn decorating Varg's room for when the interviewers come by is also something I think about a lot. It doesn't fuck me up in the same way the others do, but I love that little scene. And him offering tea at possibly the worst time

They were sharing the same brain cell in this scene fr

The ending will always fuck me up the most. The shots of them all having fun intercut with Varg/Blackthorn/Faust getting arrested, Euronymous' memorial, etc. If you want to be really emotionally unwell, I highly suggest listening to this while watching it.

Everyone's reactions were sooooo good too

If you want something depressing to think about too, you can think about the fact Necrobutcher was probably just finally moving on from Pelle's death, only for Euronymous to die as well.

[the-keeper-of-midnight]

Hey! Could you do a small Mack scenario please?

He's drunk after spending the night drinking and calling the mc to hear the electronic voice but the mc ends up answering. ( It looks angsty but in my head it's cute to think he's all silly wanting to hear the mc's voice and getting even happier when they answer.)

I'll give it my best shot since I don't really do angst. But I do agree that this prompt can be cute. 💕

This scene would take place in book 1.

Mack stumbles against the last few stairs that lead to his apartment floor.

Come on! You can do it!

He puts a foot in front of the other and soon finds himself in front of room 32.

That's my room, right?

No response since he is talking to himself. Pulling out his phone, he tries to use it to unlock the door before grunting.

That's your phone stupid! Use your keys!

It takes a couple of minutes for his drunken hands to finally use the keys and unlock the door. Inside, he stumbles again against some empty beer bottles that he had left on the floor.

Fuck!

Fortunately for him, there's barely any distance between the main door and his bed, which is where he let himself fall all the while fighting to get his clothes off.

Off! Off! Off!

Mack grunts again taking off his clothes only to keep his boxers on.

The sensation of being naked always had a satisfying feeling on Mack. He seems to always feel hot because he is a literal human torch and being naked, kind of lets his body cool down a little.

The fact that the shitty boiler in his room is also broken, doesn't help him at all.

Mack grunts again and pats the bed to find his phone. He only had what? 15 beers? Why does he feel so drunk?

The sound of a number being dialed confirms to him that he has found his phone and he quickly grabs it and ends whatever call he was making.

Fuck! Is the room turning? Are the walls moving?

The thought of MC immediately comes to his mind, and he smiles.

Just for shit a giggles, he should leave MC a message asking for help.

After all, MC said they would help whenever Mack feels like his powers are getting out of control. And space distortion and reality-bending are the clues to recognize if his powers are indeed getting out of control.

Fuck with it! I'm calling MC!

Mack dials MC's number only to realize that it's already past 2 am and that MC is probably asleep at this time.

Whatever, I'll leave a message.

At the fourth ring, the sweet voice of MC resonates at the other end of the line. "Hello!"

"Hey! This is... Mack. Leaving you a message... call me when you get this... I'm fine! I'm... just... call me when you get this?"

MC: "What? What do you mean call you when I get this? This is not a voicemail, Mack. this is me! I'm already on the phone with you."

Mack: "Oh shit! Hello? You mean... this is not a voicemail?"

MC: "Umm... no! We are talking. Are you alright?"

Mack: "Ah, shit!"

MC: "Wait! Are you... drunk?"

Mack: "No! Are you?"

MC: "What?"

Mack: "Fine! I had 3 beers."

MC: "Just 3?"

Mack: "Okay... maybe it was... 8."

MC: "8?"

Mack: "Oh, fuck it! Okay, it was 15... maybe 13 or 15. I don't remember."

MC: "15? Are you serious? Mack? You're literally a ticking time bomb. If you lose control of your powers, things can go bad!"

Mack: "Yes, Mom/Dad. So you've said... so many times."

MC: "You're not taking this seriously, are you?"

Chuckles.

Mack: "You know damn well that Warden crap doesn't really phase me."

MC: "Well... then why did you call?"

Long sigh while looking at the ceiling of his small bedroom.

Mack: "I don't know... you told me to call whenever I felt like I was losing control."

MC: "Are you?"

Mack: "Am I what?"

MC: "Losing control."

Long sigh again.

Mack: "No... but..."

But there is something inside my boxers right now that is completely out of control and could use your hands or mouth around it.

MC: "But..."

Long sigh again.

Mack: "But nothing. I... I should... I should let you go. It's getting late."

MC: "You didn't know that when you called me?"

Mack: "Didn't know what?"

MC: sighs. "That it was late!"

Mack: chuckles. "I knew... but I thought that I was going to leave you a message."

MC: "Okay, then leave a message."

Mack: "What do you mean?"

MC: "Pretend that you're talking to my voicemail and... leave a message."

Chuckles.

Mack: "Why? I'm already talking to you."

MC: "Just... do it."

Another long sigh as Mack slide a hand inside his boxers and start playing with himself.

Mmmmm... fuck!

Mack: "Okay... I'm leaving a message."

Sigh again as the blunt head of his erection urgently presses against his palm.

Fuck!

Mack: "I... Hey, MC... It's Mack. I was out late tonight... this morning... and... I had a couple of beers... but I made it home... and no portals were opened... and no space distortion happened. Are you proud of me? Anyway.... Mmmmm... fuck! I... I wish you were here right now.... my room it's... it's quite small, and there's a shitty boiler that would make you sweat."

Pause... as his hand picks up speed inside his boxers.

Mack: "Anyway... I was just calling to... Mmmm... to let you know that I... Ohhhh... fuck! I.... would love to have you here... with me.... I bet it wouldn't be the shitty boiler making you sweat... I bet your hands or mouth would feel amazing... Mmmm.... Ohhh fuck!"

His hand going faster!!!!

Mack: "I... ohhhhh.... I..... ohhh shit! ohhh shit! Mmmm.. ohhh shit!"

His hand stops... heavy breathing."

Mack: "Anyway... I was just calling to say... I miss you. I... I have to go clean up, now. Bye."

[koalacolbss]

If Only You Were Mine <3 Pt 1

{A Colby Brock Fluff}

I looked at Colby as he sat there at his desk with his head down sleeping ofc. aaah classic colby always sleeping... I guess I should begin with who I am. My name is y/n, m/n, l/n. And Iv'e been best friends with Cole Robert Brock, Sameul John Golbach, and Katrina Stuart for about 7 years now, we all met back in 4th grade.

Sam, Colby and Kat have all known each other longer but that's when I met them. I guess you could say they took me in, yeah that's it really, they took me under there arms when my abusive dad kicked me out. I was the only one in the friend group who was single, although iv'e liked colby for years i never got the courage to ask him out and one day he got a girlfriend, also known as my best friend, in most stories like this people say it was the friends fault cuz they knew you liked them but in this case it was mine, and when i told her i liked him she felt horrible because she was already with him and didnt want to hurt him so we stayed friends and they stayed dating.

Yeah..it sorta hurts to walk inside and hear her moaning his name when in your head you think it should be you. I live with sam colby and kat its cool i guess i get to be featured in their yt videos more then amber, my best friend. Amber and I agreed I could be in the YT vids more and she would be colbys gf. Anyways lets get back to the story yeah?

*3 hours later*

I walked into the house after soccer practice and just as expected im the only other one home except colby and amber who both are upstairs in colbys room making love to each other. I tear up a little but try to hide it as kat walks inside.

Kat: y/n?...why are you crying??

y/n: *thoughts* Oh shit- i must have a few tears oops...

all of a sudden i lost it. yep. you heard me i started bawling as kat cradled me into her arms

Kat: Y/N!!!!...what happened???

y/n: *sighs* I like colby...I have for years and I was to chicken to confess and so Amber asked him out and she didnt know I liked him so she felt bad but i told her to date him cuz i didnt want him to be hurt again..

Colby: *stops walking down the stairs* What?...*looks at amber* i-is that true love?

Amber: *nods yes* Im sorry.... I do like you but she liked you first and i felt bad when i found out...we should break up colbs im sorry she needs you more then i do..*leaves*

Colby: *looks at you* ykw...GET OUT Y/N!! YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP!!! DONT COME BACK TO OUR SCHOOL MOVE OUT OF THIS STUPID TOWN I DONT WANNA SEE YOUR DUMB FACE EVER AGAIN *picks y/n up and tosses you outside*

Sam: COLBY STOP ITS NOT HER FA-

Then the door slammed. And that was the last time I heard from colby. until I got the message.

*5 years later*

I was sound asleep when it happened. someone called me but i was to lazy to get up so i let it ring until the voicemail came, I was expecting spam or something but a familiar voice came through the speaker: "Hey y/n...um im not sure if you remember me my name is Colby. Cole Robert Brock. It's been awhile and I wanted to tell you how much I love you, this is my confession, its been years and I'm sure it's silly to you for me to apologize 5 years later but im sorry, I love you i truly do, Ik your back in kansas and all and I know you won't get this message cuz im not gonna send it to you cuz im fuckin stupid and to chicken to send it through but i wanted you to know i miss you so much and i wish i did things the right way that 5 years ago i think your really cute we should han-" **voicemail ended**

I was shocked. Colby did something I thought he never would do, he accidently sent me his confession, and an apology??!?!?!.. Man if he really sent this it must be worth it to call back and accept to meet up.. so i walked over to the phone and picked it up i hit the call back button and waited while it rang.

*MEANWHILE*

***Colbys POV***

Shit. shit. shit. I didnt mean for it to actually send through I feel horrible about how I overeacted 5 years ago but I wasn't ready to talk to her yet...she probably hates me why would she ever forgive me? I always had anger issues but i kicked her out of her own house. it was ours but still. she owned a part of it. then the phone rang and with a trembling hand i picked it up and answered it. "H-hello?"

y/n: *over the phone* Hey uhhhh i got your message- before you hang up yes i do except your apology and yes we should totally meet up somewhere.

colby: Oh nice! we should meet up at chick-fi-la! ill pay for us both if youd like?

y/n: yea! sure! sounds great colbs! maybe we can start over?

colby: y-yeah! yeah! i would love that!

y/n: ok...goodbye colbs see you tomorrow?

colby: yep. sounds like a date yn!! byeeee

then i hung up. god i must have sounded so dumb to her but inside my chest feels tingly and my stomach has butterflies. i turned around and looked at sam. "well...i did it brother i apologized to her."

sam: thats good. maybe youll date her tooooo"

colby: woah- lets not go that far maybe shes just waiting till she gets here to yell at me...

sam: whatever dude.

[finelinevogue]

ELLIE ELLIIEE!!! imagine that little clip at the start of as it was but like in real life and it’s his children going ‘come on daddy, we wanna say goodnight to you.’😭😭✌️

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME WHAT--

but yes... i carried it on for you...

Harry was late again.

He was busy in the studio, trying to figure out how to finish up one of his newest songs. The way that this song was turning out, he was sure that it would become his next single.

It was exciting that he was so into his new music, diving deep into the creativeness of it all. However, it has meant that he has been coming home late into the evenings. The studio was out in the countryside, about an hour away from your house in London, so he was often caught in rush-hour traffic.

"Mommy, when's daddy coming home?" Daphne asked, tugging on your midi-skirt that you'd worn all day. It was a hot summers day and your children had missed their dad all day, wishing they could have a garden picnic with him and their teddy bears instead.

"Soon, baby."

"You said that yesterday and, and, and then he didn't come for long." Your daughter pouted, her lips pushing themselves out just like your husbands.

You sighed, not wanting your daughter to be sad. It was close to her bedtime now and there was no way that a picnic was happening now, but she would be just as content with a message as she would be seeing his face.

"Shall we call him?" You suggested.

Daphne started jumping up and down in joy, clearly thinking she had succeeded in getting what she wanted but luckily for her you wanted to see Harry just as much.

Walking out of the kitchen and into the lounge you picked up your phone and sat down on the green-velvet sofa.

“Hiya! Hiya!” You smiled at your other baby girl, Rosie, who was laying on her blanket on the floor in the middle of the room. She smiled when she saw you and kicked her tiny legs to show that she was excited to see you.

Daphne climbed her way up onto the sofa, pulling on your skirt to hoist herself up. She came and sat next to you, her tiny legs stretching out but not being long enough to even hang over the edge. 

You opened your phone, smiling at the background being Harry and your two girls. Pulling up his contact, you pressed call on his mobile and let it ring. Normally he picked up within two rings, but he didn’t this time. Instead it rang all the way to voicemail. You didn’t want to let it ring without leaving a message, however, because the last time you did that he got really worried over what you had originally been calling for. 

“Hi babe. Just calling to see where you are and what you’re up to. The girls wanted to say hi!”

You passed the phone over to Daphne, “Come on daddy, we wanna say goodnight to you.” 

“You heard the little miss. Alright. We love you and see you soon.” You ended the call.

It was twenty minutes of silence before Harry made his appearance, however not on the phone. He walked straight through the front day and allowed Daphne to run straight towards him.

“Hello gorgeous!” He smiled, kneeling down to give her a big hug before picking her up and situating her on his hip. 

“Daddy?”

“Yes, m’love.”

“Did you listen to my voice in the mail?” She asked, pressing her tiny hands into his hair to brush it out of his face. He looked slightly windswept, but gorgeous nevertheless. 

“Of course. In fact, you were so cute that you made it into my new song.”

“I’m a singer like you?” Daphne gasped, looking very happy with herself.

“Always.” He kissed the top of her head and then let her down on the floor. Just as he guessed, she ran into the room which she knew that you were in allowing him to follow without calling you out and waking up Rosie.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Daphne shouted as she ran into the lounge.

“Yes m’flower?” 

“I’m in daddy’s song.”

Harry walked in the room at the same time as she made her prideful announcement, making you look up at him from where you were laying on the sofa. You had been admiring baby Rosie on the floor when you had heard Harry enter the house. You had no doubt that it was him entering, which is why you allowed Daphne to run and greet him. 

“You’re what?” You asked confused, watching as she went to sit down on the floor beside her sister.

“He said so.”

“Care to explain?” You smiled, looking at Harry who was making his way over to you. 

Without hesitating, he flopped his entire body on top of yours. He let his head fall into the depths of your neck, secretly kissing you there as your daughters were too busy engaging with each other to notice. He moved up and let his lips touch yours gently. It was your welcome home present for him. 

“Her voicemail was just what I was missing from the song. So I added it.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. She’s the best addition to the final album.”

“It’s finished?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah.” He smirked.

“Well done you.”

“Now I can spend the rest of my summer holidays with all my favourite girls.” He kissed your lips again once, twice and then three times for good luck.

“Proud of you.”

“I know.”

“Missed you too.”

“I know.” He smiled, kissing you once more. 

He was finally home. 

[harlowcomehome]

Master list (Fluff or Dad Jack!)

All writing is original work by @harlowcomehome and is not to be used or posted on any other platform by anyone that is not me. Thank you.

Minors do not interact!

Secondary master list here

Meet Hazel & Jade Harlow (original character kids.)

“Hazels birth story.”

“Jades birth story.”

“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.”

Summary: Jack forgets that you made plans to visit your family and now he has to choose between what’s important to you and a newly added tour date.

“Sick and tired.”

Summary: Jack is overworked and exhausted and he never knows when to take a break, so you improvise.

“Baby Brother.”

Summary: You and Jack are already parents to twin girls and decide to have another baby.

“I’m exhausted.”

Summary: You feel like you’ve become boring as you feel like Jack isn’t putting as much effort into your relationship as you’d like him to. Do you address it or suffer in silence?

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Summary: You’re an assistant for Neelam and you start to develop feelings for Jack. You always assume he doesn’t feel the same way, are you wrong?

“Ticklish”

Summary: Jack is in a bad mood and the reader tickles him to make him get out of his own head. (Request)

“For me?”

Summary: You get Jack some flowers to come home to.

“Stealing my style?”

Summary: You and Jack have been spending so much time together that you may even be dressing like him.

“Home”

Summary: Jack goes on tour and starts wondering how much you truly miss him, considering you haven’t said it much.

“Sooner”

Summary: One day the reader invites Jack over to her house to work on some lyrics for a duet and she cooks for him. (Request)

“A cute interruption.”

Summary: Jack is doing an interview on zoom and Hazel keeps interrupting him

“Bumpin’ Along”

Summary: Your daughter and Jack are obsessed with your baby bump. (Request)

“Stop playing with me.”

Summary: You get upset with Jack for not making time for you and leave him some drunken voicemails. (Request)

“My dads a performer”

Summary: Hazel wants to come with mom and dad to one of Jacks shows, she finally gets to see her dad perform for the first time. (Request)

“Kentucky accent.”

Summary: Jacks accent is a little thicker around his friends and family which his daughter is quick to point out.

“One more day”

Summary: Jack just came home from tour and his daughter is really happy but the next day she has to go to daycare and her and Jack team up to beg you to stay home. (Request)

“Meet your sister.”

Summary: Hazel meets her baby sister for the first time. (Request)

“Studio time”

Summary: Hazel records a song for Father’s Day. (Request)

“Promises.”

Summary: You and Hazel record a song for Jack. (Promises by Jhene Aiko- Request)

“Biiiitch”

Summary: Hazel gets caught cussing by Jack. (Request)

“Separation anxiety”

Summary: Your four month old daughter has separation anxiety. (Request)

“I know you love me”

Summary: You’re overwhelmed helping Jack with his upcoming tour. You haven’t been sleeping or eating and you faint. (Request)

“Anything to make you smile.”

Summary: Hazel singing along to her dads music. (Request! )

“I’m a grown ass man!”

Summary: Jacks been overworking himself and you try to convince him to take a break which causes a small argument. (Request)

“Heavy thoughts.”

Summary: Reader has a bad day and Jack helps ease you. (Request)

“Touchy-feely”

Summary: Reader buys an outfit she thinks Jack will like and he cant keep his hands off her. (Request)

“My literal twin.”

Summary: Hazel is a newborn and Jack gets to spend some quality time with her. (Request)

“This what happens when I think bout you.”

Summary: The reader and Bryson Tiller are good friends but you have a history with Jack. Jack gets jealous and confesses his feelings. (Request)

“Whale tub.”

Summary: Hazel is jealous of her newborn sister. *name reveal* (Request)

“My turn”

Summary: After being able to dodge a cold for a while now you finally catch it and Jack and your daughter take care of you. (Request)

“My favorite uncle”

Summary: Clay and Urban argue over who Hazels favorite uncle is. (Request)

“Pedicures and giggles.”

Summary: You and Jack get a pedicure together for the first time. (Request)

“Netflix and cuddle.”

Summary: Fluffy version of Netflix and chill. (Request)

“Small bump”

Summary: Jack admires your baby bump. (Request)

“Trust issues.”

Summary: You and Jack get into an argument and he makes you cry. (Request)

“Waddle to the due date.”

Summary: You and Jack still stay up-to-date on exercise even during your pregnancy. 

“Under the microscope”

Summary: The reader has a panic attack (requested.) Her relationship with Jack must now be revealed to the public.

“Hazels new friends.”

Summary: Hazel makes friends at school which is leaving Jade feeling like she’s losing her best friend.(Requested)

“Night terrors”

Summary: Jack has a nightmare and you comfort him.

“The D word”

Part two

Part three

Summary: You and Jack have been having a hard time lately, which leads to the question… will you get divorced? (Requested)

“Helpful”

Summary: Jack helps keep Hazel occupied while you handle the stress of a new baby. (Request)

“Starstruck- Super Bowl Edition.”

Summary: Readers dad is an ex NFL player and Jack shoots his shot at you. (Request)

“Stop kissing!”

Summary: Hazel and Jade catch you and Jack kissing and Hazel is disgusted. (Request)

“Music festivals”

Summary: You’re pregnant and go with Jack to one of his shows, you end up helping someone in the crowd who fainted. (Request)

“Misunderstandings”

Part two

Summary: Jack and Hazel get into an argument. (Request)

“Cross your mind”

Part two

Summary: You and Jack casually hook up or so you thought after slowly growing feelings.(Song request) 

“Picky eater.”

Summary: Jade is a picky eater and all of you are out to eat (Request)

“Spiders are scary!”

Summary: Hazel finds a spider in her room and calls for Jack to come get it. (Request)

Concepts:

Jack has a cold and he’s dramatic about it.

You tell Jack he has a cute laugh and he gets shy about it.

Jack wanting to be babied.

Dad Jack!: Can’t say no to his daughter.

Dad Jack!: Jack is very overprotective while you’re pregnant.

Dad Jack!: How he’d react if you fell while you were pregnant.

Dad Jack!: How he’d react to his daughter having a play date with a boy.

Dad Jack!: Jack being overprotective when a little boy kisses his daughters cheek.

Dad Jack!: Both Jack and your daughter have a cold.

Dad Jack!: Jack takes his daughter on stage with him.

Dad Jack!: Jacks daughter wakes him up because she’s afraid of the storm.

Dad Jack!: Hazel doesn’t feel good and wants her dad to come home.

Dad Jack!: Hazel is so attached she’ll even crawl to him first.

Dad Jack!: Hearing your baby girls heartbeat for the first time. 

Dad Jack!: Hazel telling Jack she loves him over and over.

Dad Jack!: You and Hazel take care of Jack.

Dad Jack!: Hazel pulls on Jacks hair

Hazel can’t keep her hands off your pregnant belly.

Dad Jack!: bombarded by paparazzi with your kids.

Reader had a long day at work and her feet hurt so Jack gives her a massage.

Hazel walking for the first time.

Hazels first birthday.

Hazels first word.

You get separation anxiety from Jack after having Hazel.

Jack holding Jade for the first time.

Hazel pushing Jade off the couch.

Hazel pushing Jade off the couch (part 2.)

Hazel gets sent home for fighting.

Jack didn’t know he snores.

Hazel doing mommy’s makeup.

Hazel takes over Jacks instagram live.

Jack doesn’t forgive easily. Part two!!

House hunting

Jack admires your bump as you are wearing only a bra and shorts around the house.

Baby Jade catches a cold.

Hazel gets mad at Jack for teasing her.

Bodyguards carrying you and Jack across the Derby field.

Proposing tiktok prank

Jade gets bullied at school.

Jade walking for the first time.

Hazel painting your belly.

[harveywritings92]

BNHA: He doesn't believe your excuse for missing a date. 2

Dabi: You were helping a relative clean out an old storage unit they bought at an auction for their pawn-shop, what everyone failed to noticed was your relatives kid, finding a gun in one of the boxes... Everyone jut assumed it was just a custom-made paintball gun cos of it's neon-blue colors and the orange tip and let it be, until this eardrum shattering *bang!* rang out in the parking lot! 

Your relative dropped whatever they were holding and ran outside to find the kid  still holding the smoking gun in shock and you on the ground holding your left upper thigh as blood leaked through your hands! 

"Oh my God!" they ran to the kid first who dropped the gun and started crying hysterically as their parent demanded to know what happened? They were shaking the kid by the shoulders who was inconsolable, then they went to you asking if you were okay? "No... I'm not okay R/n! I was shot in m'fucking arse!" you snapped as your frazzled relative called an ambulance.

meanwhile.

Dabi was pissed because you didn't show up at the movie theater! you badger him for a date and then don't show up? he tried calling it was to voicemail. "Fine you wanna screw me? I'll screw ya right back!" he hissed and pretty much ghosted you for a week, before he ran into the kid who broke down the second Dabi mention you. "Oi..oi, what's with the tears?" he huffed using his jacket sleeve to wipe the kids face. "I shot n/n in the butt! and now your gonna be mad at me!" they sobbed as the cremators brain short-circuited.

"You shot who in what now?" the kid ended up taking him to you as couldn't exactly move around much at the moment, and if you did it was with a cane. "Well-well look who finally showed up..." you huffed in a annoyance as Dabi eyed the crepe bandage going around your waist and down your left thigh. and apologized which surprised you as the faux raven hared man wasn't big on apologies, of course he laughs about it now that you've healed, cos you got shot in the ass! 

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Izuku: Your apartment burnt down! The hoarder who lived above you forgot they lit a cigarette and the whole place went up, before caving into your apartment, So yeah, you forgot about you date, mainly because you'd been buzy talking with your insurance company and trying to find affordable accommodations until, you could find another place to live, all you had on you was your wallet, phone and the clothes on your back!

During that time was giving you the silent treatment, you had noticed and very hurt with him giving you the cold shoulder, but you pushed those feelings aside as you were busy with house hunting and looking through a list belongings you had lost in the fire, and going over with your insurance broker on how much it would be replace it.

It wasn't until Jiro stopped by his agency with some spare clothes and groceries for Izuku to give you. "Why would Y/n need clothes and food?" he frowned eyeing the bags as Jiro rolled her eyes. "Her apartment burnt down idiot!" the raven haired woman huffed, and like that all the anger Izuku had towards you was replaced with dread... 

He found out what motel you were staying at and nearly smothered you with how tight he was hugging you as he stammered out apologies after apologies, before taking you back to his place until a new apartment was available.       

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Shoto: You kept trying to tell him why you missed the date, but Shoto wasn't having it this guy was more stubborn than an ox! he literally gave you the cold shoulder when ever you tried to talk, it wasn't long before his sister noticed the tension and curiously asked you what had happened you found it best to show her. 

You brought her to your house where she nearly died from cuteness overload! "Babies!!!" she squealed seeing your Samoyed Sidney and a litter of mixed puppies! you explained you didn't know Sidney was pregnant cos she's soo fluffy you only found out on date night when you walked on her giving birth in the laundry room, That's what you've been trying to tell Shoto all week!

She called Shoto up telling him to get his butt over to your house! there's burglar! you gawked at Fuyumi stunned that she just lied to Shoto for your sake! She knows Shoto loves you too much and  wouldn't let a missed date interfere with your safety, Fuyumi knew she was gonna get flak for it later. But her little brother was being a fool!

Not ten minutes after that call Shoto burst into your home freaking out and yelling your name as he cautiously looked around the living room frantically for the intruder, before locking onto you sitting on floor, he didn't even hesitate rushing over and hugging you before pulling away checking for any distress and was bemused when he saw none, and noticed his sister smirking at him and realized he'd been had! and got annoyed and was ready to leave,

when your dog grabbed his hand and tried tugging him towards her playpen. "Sidney wants you to to say hello!" the pepper mint haired man blinked. "Hello to wh..." his voice cut off hearing whimpering and saw little pups rolling around trying to figure out where their mom went, you watched his face light up. "w-when did this happen?" He stammered trying not to loose composure cos 'OMG puppies!'

You explained yourself as Shoto had sat down and started picked up petting one the pups. "I checked around and think the husky next door is the dad, he's the only unneutered male in the neighborhood." You said watching the pups had all clamored on Shoto's lap to leech of the warmth. 

while Sidney was taking a tired mom nap. No surprise Shoto apologized for being a jerk earlier... you forgave him, Needless to say you weren't surprise when one of those pups ended up going home with Shoto when it was time for the puff-balls to find homes, a female and the runt of the litter that he affectionately named Flicka.  

[keisurin]

#the story so far

#SUNA RINTAROU SUNA RINTAROU x gn!reader

#its his birthday!! dating hcs/scenarios + timeskip [marriage] + kids! <3

#ill be placing everything i have from my suna brainrots here<3

[dating]

-best friends to lovers for sure! or could also be a love at first sight type of thing.

-the first time you sent him a cute text like “i couldn’t stop thinking about you today” he’s on his couch, legs kicking the air with excitement as he muffles his screams with a pillow. gosh he’s so in love with you!

-you and him being burnt out from studying in the library. he’s sitting across you and your head laid on the table. your hands placed on top of your textbook, suna takes your hand and locks his hand with yours. “hey it’s it comfy here, wanna sleep at my place?”

-sending him pictures of you, just cute selfies or showing hun outfits you put together and he just internally dies. instantly saves them and will respectfully stare at them for hours. expect to see those photos you sent to be his wallpaper.

-OH he takes a lot of videos of you and he uses his cheap tik tok editing skills to make it into a live photo he can use as his wallpaper<3

-will occasionally ask for you to send pics of yourself as ‘serotonin boost’

-him wanting to just keep you to himself forever. so clingy (to an extent) absolutely breaks his heart when you leave his house. after a 1 week stay. and you know you’re gonna see him again soon for sure.

-when you feel down and he knows about it, you don’t have to say anything, he’s already at your place. would do anything to make you laugh. sends you memes while on the way to your house, sends voicemails of him saying dumb jokes. throwing rocks at your window to catch your attention? he’ll do it. “rintarou! what are you doing?” “uh. i don’t know anyways let me in and let’s cuddle it’s getting cold out here.” he’s a sarcastic boy.

-when you guys sleep together you always end up in the weirdest positions when you wake up in the morning and it’s always something to laugh about. one time you woke up with your and his body hanging off the bed?? like how?

-imagine being in the same class as him,,

-he likes throwing small notes into your desk and loves watching you react you them.

-poor boy has such a hard time paying attention in class because his eyes always just goes to you.

-if you guys were sitting beside each other, he’d scoot closer to you till your arms touch each other.

-if its in a way where you’re sitting infront him he might play with your hair a bit or sneak his hand into yours

-somehow, you both know you were never leaving each other’s side.

[marriage] —slight timeskip spoilers!

-going to his games, only your voice is the one he waits for and the only one that actually boosts up his energy to do better in the game.

-absolutely loves walking with you around the arena when his team doesn’t have a game yet. calms him down a whole lot and gets to let people around know that you’re his >:)

-during interviews, he gets really excited for the questions that’s related to his love life. it just means he gets to talk about you right? besides it’s more interesting than the plain questions that are like,, “who’s your best opponent” or “how confident are you today” etc.

-looks for you in the crowd just to blow you a kiss, if you’re on the front row seats he runs to you to give an actual kiss. but actually he prefers it when you sit a bit further in the back because he’s scared of the ball flying out of the court and hitting you :((

-waiting for him to get home after his long day of practicing. takes a shower speedily and crashes into bed with you.

-him hugging you from the back while you do your own thing😳🙏

-honestly such a clingy boy in a good way. he doesn’t go to bed until you do, if ever you’re up doing work or just plain staying up, he won’t go to bed unless you’re in his arms.

-man makes lots of money, whatever you want, he’ll buy it <3

-will spoil the shit out of you even if you don’t ask for it.

[+kids] kids, kids? lets talk about kids.

-he likes the idea of having one boy and one girl.

-not necessarily a strict dad but. he’s strict.

-but he’s a fun aswell!

-encourages his kids to play volleyball, might get offended and question if the kid is his if they pick another sport.

-in the morning he’ll have motivational talks with the both of them during breakfast time.

-honestly not strict with grades because he can’t really blame them if they got his class 1 genes but he still wants his kids to have logic and be well mannered.

-these two are also being spoiled. he probably almost bought them gucci bags for backpacks at school. whether you stop him or not is up to you—

-uncle komori taking care of the kids!! he’s a favourite with the two of them. sometimes its kita or osamu or literally any of your friends. however you are scared of leaving the kids alone with atsumu. you both can’t tell if he’s good with kids or not but you’d rather not take the risk.

-his instagram? all about you, and the kids. it’s impossible to find solo pictures of suna except for professionally taken ones from his games.

-he loves starting lives and just showing off his amazing family to his supporters.

gen taglist: @tanakaslastbraincell @indecisivehusky @mint-mai @yafriendlyfangirl @blana @franko-pop @lovekawas @graykageyama @koutayoomi @waitforitillwritemywayout @camcam1617 @amberalisa @kiraakaashi @strawberrymarshallow @sunakissses @itsaboutmexthem @softiebadbitch @kac-chowsballs @kittygrrrrl @vhskenma @neoheros @ilikefictionalboysandcandles @azumane-kun @throughtheinterstices

[elisela]

do you know how to do take-aways? (read on ao3) derek x stiles, g, 2.2k, au, meet cute, fluff, kid fic

prompt: call me for @tylerhunklin

--

"Hey Scott," Stiles says, jamming the phone receiver between his shoulder and ear so he can go back to typing with both his hands. "Desk duty is killing me, man, do you know how much of a backlog on paperwork there is in this place? Fucking ridiculous—"

"Stiles," Scott cuts in, “I have a call I need you to take."

Stiles sits up straighter and frowns. "We've got people out on patrol—"

Scott's laughter is warm and familiar in his ear. "No, it's not a patrol thing. I'm gonna transfer it over to you, okay? And I’m still coming to bring you dinner tonight."

"Roger," Stiles says, lazily snapping a salute despite Scott not being able to see him. There's a pause and a click, and he slips back into his professional mode—the one his dad definitely wishes he would use more often. "Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department, this is Deputy Stilinski, how can I help you?"

"Hi," a small voice says. "Do you know how to do take-aways?"

He frowns, glancing over at the display on the phone screen. He'd think it was a joke except he doubts Scott would patch that through, and there's a childish tone to the voice that's difficult to fake. "Like subtraction?" he asks.

"Yeah," the voice says. "We learned it today but I don't remember and I gotta do my homework."

He presses his lips together so he doesn't laugh and slouches, relaxing a little in his seat. "Sure do," he says. "What's your name?"

"Talia Marie Hale," she says promptly, and Stiles scribbles it down on a piece of paper. "How do I do five take away five?"

"Can you put up five fingers?" he asks, and she makes a noise of assent. "Okay, now put five of them down." He hears her counting in the background and he copies the number the shows on his display underneath her name, then clicks over to run it through the system. When she stops, he says, "okay, how many fingers do you still have up?"

"I don't have any," she says. "How do you write that?"

"Zero," he says. "Do you know how to make that? It's like a big o." He waits another moment before asking, "is anyone in the house with you, Talia?"

"Yeah, my auntie," she says. "But I can't ask her questions while she's writing unless it's an emergency."

He can't catch himself before he laughs. "What made you decide to call 9-1-1?"

"My teacher said if you ever need help you can call," Talia says. "And I really need help. What's seven take away three?"

--

The second call comes in three days later. He's peeling apart his turkey sandwich and layering Doritos on it, providing much-needed crunch, when his phone rings through from dispatch. "Sup, Scott," he says, because Scott's the only one who ever bothers to call him directly.

"Sorry, Stiles, just me," Kira says. "I have someone on the line for you. Given that she asked for you by name, maybe you could remind her that this line is for emergencies and talk to her guardian?"

He presses the top slice of bread back onto his sandwich and leans back in his chair. "Got it," he says, and waits for the click. "That you, Miss Hale?"

"Hi, Mr. Deputy Stilinski,"  she says, tiny voice chipper in his ear. "I'm really confused about this take away."

"Hit me," he says, and she giggles.

"Ten take away six," she says. "I put up all my fingers but I got confused."

He hums and glances around his desk. "Are you with your auntie again today?" he asks, and when she confirms he adds, "do you have any toys at her house?"

"I'm at my house," she says. "Auntie watches me while Daddy's away for work, but she's busy writing her thesis so I can't go in the office."

"What's your dad's name?" he asks.

"Derek Samuel Hale," she says. "And my auntie's name is Cora Elizabeth Hale, and my other auntie is Laura Margaret Hale, and my dog's name is Ruffio Hale. Like from Hook. Auntie Cora named him because she said Daddy was scared of Hook when he was my age and she likes to make fun of him. Daddy tried to rename him but he only wants to answer to Ruffio now."

He writes it all down with a grin—even the unasked for information—and flicks at his mouse to wake his computer. "Your aunt sounds pretty cool," he says. "Okay, go get ten small toys and we'll get your math done. Blocks, if you have them."

He runs Cora's name through the system as he waits, just to make sure Talia isn't being left with someone irresponsible, and finds nothing of consequence. He keeps the list, though; he'll tell Talia not to call 9-1-1 anymore unless it's an emergency, and if she does, he'll get in touch with her dad then.

--

"Little red h-hen makes s-sop," Talia reads, and pauses. "That doesn't sound right. What's ou?"

"Spell the whole thing for me," he says, and corrects, "soup," when she does, spearing a piece of microwaved chicken and popping it in his mouth. He's quiet while she reads, only interjecting when she needs help, trying to eat silently in the background. She mostly spells the comprehension questions for him and he reads them to her, and when she finally thanks him and hangs up, he looks up to see his dad standing over his shoulder.

"Hey, Pops, I finished the file on—"

"When did your desk turn in to the homework helpline?" Noah asks, frowning, and Stiles rolls his eyes.

"She only calls on my break, it's fine," he says, waving a hand to brush away the question before picking up the file. "Anyway—"

"Are her parents aware?"

"I left her aunt a voicemail on Monday," he says, and when his dad just looks at him, he sighs. "Fine, I left her a message last Monday and I haven't heard back, but she's not alone in the house, nothing bad is going on, she's just—lonely, I think." It's something he understands; after his mom passed away, he'd started calling Edith, who worked the front desk of the station when he was a kid, every night his dad wasn't home.

"Call again,"  Noah says, "and next time, make whoever is home with her aware of it. Once or twice is fine; every day for weeks is a problem."

--

"Here," he says, and Talia gives him the first letter promptly before pausing and spelling out the rest. "Good job. Um, said."

He might be extending their time on the phone, just a little. He likes talking to her; she reminds him of himself, her elementary drama always makes him laugh, and she likes asking him questions about being a deputy. So he’s not really looking forward to asking to speak to her aunt and put a stop to all this.

When she seems like she’s winding down, he sighs. “I know you’re not supposed to interrupt Auntie Cora,” he says, “but I was hoping to talk to her. Can you tell her Deputy Stiles is on the phone?”

“Oh, Auntie’s not here,” Talia says, and Stiles feels the beginning of a heart attack coming on before she adds, “Daddy’s home now. I’ll go get him.” He hears a thunk and then little feet running, her calling out for her Dad before there’s a muffled thump.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi,” he says, “this is Deputy Stilinski from BHSD—is this Mr. Hale?”

“This is,” he says, and if it’s possible to fall in love with a voice, Stiles does so right then. Soft and gentle, just a bit of concern, and he has to stop himself from running Derek’s name through the system to get a photo. His dad is already irritated with him for encouraging Talia’s calls (and, you know, for the whole stopping a bank robbery in progress thing that led to the injury that landed him on desk duty), he doesn’t need to add misuse of resources to the list. “Is everything okay?”

He takes a breath and explains, starts from the beginning and includes how he gave Talia his desk number so she would stop calling 9-1-1, makes sure to add that he’d tried to get ahold of Cora—and leaves out the fact he hadn’t called Mr. Hale directly even though he could have easily done so—and when he’s finished talking, he adds, “I didn’t mind, honestly, she just told me today that you were back in town and I wanted to let you know.”

There’s a pause where he holds his breath and hopes that Mr. Hale doesn’t think he’s a creep, or doesn’t demand to speak to the Sheriff—but he just lets out a breath and says “I am so sorry, I’ll absolutely talk to her, it won’t happen again.”

“I really didn’t mind,” he says again, because he also doesn’t want to get Talia into trouble. “She must get home from school at the same time my break starts because she always called at the same time, I wasn’t busy. Just making you aware.”

“Thank you,” Mr. Hale says. “Deputy—” and isn’t Stiles going to have dreams where his name is said like that, low and grateful and—

“Sorry?” he asks, flushing when he realizes he’s lost track of the conversation. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I appreciate what you did,” Mr. Hale says. “I’ll talk to her.”

--

Talia doesn’t call the next day.

She shows up instead.

“Mr. Deputy Stiles!” he hears from the front, and his head snaps up to see a little girl with long dark hair looking around the room, envelope clutched in one hand, the holding onto the hottest man Stiles has ever seen and holy shit, he suddenly believes that karma is very real and he has clearly done something good in his life to earn this kind of reward.

He starts to stand, and her eyes catch his and light up as she tugs her dad towards him. “Miss Hale?”

“Hi!” she says, flinging her arms around his waist. He hugs her back and looks over at her dad, who gives him a sheepish look and shrugs. “I got a hundred percent on my sight words test and Daddy said we could go to ice cream to celebrate and then when we were at ice cream he said we should do something nice for you because you helped me so so so much and I really wanted to come here anyway because I want to see a real jail and Daddy said if I was really really nice and asked politely then maybe you could show me some handcuffs—”

If this is what he’s like, he’s starting to understand why it was difficult for him to make friends in school, because she just does not stop, and doesn’t leave an opportunity for him to get a word in. He crouches down so he’s eye-level with her and waits it out, accepting the envelope when she finally runs out of words and beams at him. “Thank you,” he says, and when he opens it up to find a drawing and a handful of gift cards, he looks up to Mr. Hale. “You really didn’t have to, Mr. Hale,” he says, wrapping one arm around Talia’s shoulders when she darts in to hug him again.

“Derek,” he says, and when he smiles, Stiles is pretty sure he’s found God. “We don’t want to take up your time, I just wanted to thank you.”

“But—” Talia starts, and falls quiet when Derek looks at her again. “I can’t even see the people in the jail?”

“It’s not really a jail,” Stiles says, shrugging, “just a holding cell. And there’s no one in it right now.”

“Boo,” Talia says. “Can I meet your Sheriff?”

“Lia,” Derek warns, and she sighs explosively. “Sorry about—all this. I talked to Cora and she knows to give Talia a little more attention during homework time, so she won’t—she shouldn’t—be calling you again. Talia, we need to get home. Say thank you and goodbye.”

“Bye, Mr. Deputy Stiles,” she says, and he knows—he knows—that her sticking out her bottom lip and pouting is nothing more than a manipulation tactic, but it hits him all the same. “Thank you.”

--

“Deputy Stilinski,” he says before he fully has the receiver to his ear, wadding up a piece of scrap paper and tossing it at Jordan’s head to get his attention. He motions to the pizza box laying on his desk—dinner for the station courtesy of Derek, who clearly didn’t know the going rate for tutors given the sheer amount he’d dropped on gift cards—and makes a grabbing motion. They’ll be having station dinners for weeks—so long as they cater to his busted foot and bring him what he wants. Otherwise, he’s spending it all on himself.

“Hi,” someone says, and “sorry, this is Derek Hale, Talia’s dad?”

“Hey,” he says, sitting up straighter. “How can I help you?”

“I—” there’s a pause and a muffled sound, a conversation happening just outside of what Stiles can hear. “Sorry, I—I wanted to ask if you would be interested in getting coffee on Saturday. With me,” he adds, and Stiles can hear it when he cups his hand over the microphone and says, “Talia, stop.”

It’s like a record scratch in his brain. “Coffee?” he repeats. He’d thanked karma for smiling down on him, but he’d figured the encounter with Derek was one and done. “You want—with me?”

“Yes,” Derek says, “although my daughter is also extremely interested and I believe is willing to fight me for you.”

Laughter bursts out of his mouth before he can stop it. “You know, I think Talia did call dibs first,” he says, grinning. “What if we all got coffee and then you and I went for lunch?”

“I can work with that,” Derek says. “It’s a date.”

[alj4890]

Love Prompts

"We'd make such a cute couple" in honor of 500 followers request for Thomas and Amanda and a prompt for love notes between the two, both of which were requested by @krsnlove for this pair.

A/N I'm sorry this took so long M. I made so many different situations for these two with these prompts that just didn't turn out right. But thankfully (no pun intended) I realized it fit an idea I had for Thomas and Amanda celebrating Thanksgiving. So just in time for the holiday, here we go. By the way, I let his parents be alive along with bringing his sister, Rachel and my OC husband for her, Stephen, into this as well, LOL. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

@hopelessromantic1352 @krsnlove @trappedinfanfiction @sophxwithers @twinkleallnight @aworldoffandoms @flyawayboo

Masterlist

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U fanfic.

A Date for Thanksgiving

Thomas braced himself. He never knew what to expect when a member of his family called him.

"Hello?"

"I can't believe you actually picked up." His sister Rachel teased. "I bet Stephen that you would let it go to voicemail."

"It's nice to hear from you too." He grumbled.

"Don't worry. I won't keep you long. I wanted to give you a heads up about Thanksgiving." Her voice became serious. "Mom expects us to fly in and spend the week with her and Dad."

"I see." He rocked back in his desk chair. "That shouldn't be a problem."

"You know how Mom hates things to be uneven?" Rachel hated to do this to her brother. "She plans on setting you up with the daughter of one of her friends."

"What?!" He shot up out of his chair. "She can't--"

"Thomas, you know there's no stopping her. Dad is staying out of her way." Rachel told him. "I thought I should forewarn you."

"Thanks." He checked the calendar. Less than three weeks until Thanksgiving. Not enough time to find a way out of going. "I appreciate it."

"I'll see you soon." She promised before hanging up.

Thomas leaned back in his chair once more to figure a way out of this problem.

***************

"But Mom, I--" Thomas paced around his living room. His conversation with his parent was not going well at all.

"I've seen the news." His mother's clipped tone cut off any argument he could possibly make. "And I know that you have been single for far too long." She made a humph sound. "You're not getting any younger, dear."

He bristled at that reminder.

"Francine's daughter, Marie, is perfect for you."

"She's not." He bit out.

"And how would you know? I don't recall you meeting your perfect someone."

Something about her condescending tone struck a need to rebel within him.

"You're wrong." Without thinking of the consequences, he continued. "I have met someone."

"You have?" He could hear the deep suspicion in her voice. "And who is this person? Why haven't you been seen with them in the news?"

Thomas scrambled for a reason. His eyes fell upon his list of messages Holly had written down for him. One name stuck out amongst them all.

"Because she doesn't live here." He explained.

"Who is she? Do I know her?"

"It's Amanda." He closed his eyes briefly for this deception. But desperate times called for such. "You've heard me speak of my friend from Cordonia."

"Amanda?" His mother sounded thrilled. "I knew there was something more between the two of you! You must bring her Thanksgiving."

"She probably won't be able to make it. In fact, I think she's on a diplomatic mission in--" a knock sounded at his door.

He opened it to see the very one he had just named.

"Surprise!" Amanda's smile glowed. "I was able to leave earlier than expected."

"Who's that?" His mother asked.

"It's Amanda." He replied in utter disbelief.

******************

One long explanation later...

"Thomas!" Amanda couldn't contain her laughter over the predicament he found himself in. "You didn't."

"You don't know what my mother is like when she gets an idea in her head." He grumbled. "She's tenacious until the bitter end."

"Then I suppose it is a good thing I'm free the rest of the month." She replied.

Thomas stopped his pacing. "You are?"

"As my boyfriend," her lips trembled with mirth, "I thought you should be made aware of my schedule."

"I can't ask you to help me prove this fabrication I've trapped myself in." He ran his hands down his face. "That's asking too much from our friendship." His frown intensified. "It's asking too much from any friendship."

"I believe if it was reversed that you would help me by playing the part." Amanda reached out for his hand. "I know I'm not a talented actress, but I believe I can be quite convincing in being fond of you."

"It isn't that I doubt your skills." Thomas sat down beside her. "My mother sees straight through people. She notices little things and accurately deduces what is going on." His frown firmed. "It's almost frightening this sixth sense she possesses."

"When is she expecting us?"

"The twenty-first." His eyes widened when Amanda scooted closer to him.

"That gives us less than three weeks to practice being a couple." She took his arm and pulled it around her shoulders before settling against his side. "Let's start with acting natural when sitting close beside each other."

Thomas cleared his throat as he tried to get comfortable. His breath caught when Amanda rested her hand on his knee. She slowly rubbed his lower thigh to try to get him to relax.

"I know it's hard to picture being like this with me." She tilted her head up toward his. "Just pretend I'm someone you find attractive."

His arm curved around her, pulling her even more snug to his side.

She smiled over his willingness to at least give it a try then rested her head upon his shoulder.

"Out of curiosity," she nearly jumped when she felt the light brush of his lips against her forehead when he turned toward her, "who are you imagining?"

"No one." He admitted softly.

****************

The next week or so were spent in how they would act in normal indoor activities. The little touches that couples did while passing by or how best to sit while conversing or watching a movie were experimented.

"I think it's time to try and see how we do on a date." Thomas rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, if you're comfortable with seeing how best to do so."

"Sounds good." Amanda replied. "When do you wish to go out?"

"Tonight." He cleared his throat. "Dinner should be a good place to start."

"I'll see you then." Amanda got up and kissed his cheek on her way upstairs.

His eyes closed over the longing he was beginning to feel whenever she touched him affectionately.

He hoped this wasn't going to end up with him falling for his own act.

A few hours later the two were in his entryway. Amanda paused in front of the mirror to check her reflection one last time. Her attention settled on Thomas standing beside her, watching every little move she made.

She placed her hand in the bend of his arm to tug him closer to her side. She then gestured toward their reflection.

"You know? We make a cute couple." She decided.

He slowly nodded. "We do look like we belong together."

"Practice makes perfect." She teased.

"I suppose so." He grimaced slightly as he turned to face her. "Are you certain you're still comfortable with this?"

"Thomas stop worrying. I promise I am fine and I will help you get through this holiday visit." She cupped his cheek. "It's going to work."

Without much thought, his arms slipped around her waist. His head lowered slowly to give her a chance to refuse this next stage of intimacy. He expected her to at least say something about them kissing for the very first time.

Instead, he felt her fingers glide across his jawline to settle behind his neck.

Her eyelashes fluttered closed. Her lips parted slightly in anticipation.

The sensations of her lips moving against his made him forget that this was all an act. It wasn't even an act he reminded himself. It was a rehearsal.

One that he hoped would not end.

He ended the kiss with that startling thought and looked into her eyes.

A smile he hadn't seen before formed upon her lips.

"I don't think I've ever had a guy give me a goodnight kiss before we've gone out." She told him.

His own lips quirked into a smile.

"Clearly, you've been dating the wrong men."

****************

The night before the trip to his parents' home was spent in what most would describe as a heavy make out session.

"I think we'll need to get caught at least once in this position by my mother." He explained beforehand. "Or else she will suspect we aren't truly together."

"Really?" Amanda replied with a mischievous grin. "Have you been caught many times in the past in such a position, Mr. Hunt?"

He rolled his eyes. Color crept up his cheeks as he considered his past. "Often enough."

"All right." Amanda stretched out on the couch next to him. "Let's give it a go."

"Are you positive that you are comfortable with something like this?" He asked.

"Comfortable with kissing a handsome man?" Amanda teased. "It is such a hardship but I think I can stomach it."

"I'm serious." Thomas insisted. "I don't want to keep forcing you to," he gestured between them, "to do something like this with me when we've never considered being a couple."

He expected her to respond with another quip or possibly admit to what she felt for him. Was it still friendship or was she now in some gray area like he was and wondering if there might be something more between them that could develop?

Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Thomas decided to forget trying to figure out what this deception of his was causing and to simply enjoy the moment.

Amanda shifted closer to him without breaking the kiss.

And he wasn't able to think at all.

***************

Stowe, Vermont...

"This is beautiful." Amanda gazed around at the rolling hills and mountains.

Snowflakes fell upon them as they got out of the car. The gray bricked two-story home nestled within a copse of maple trees was brightly lit with a large fall wreath gracing the front door.

"Is this where you grew up?" Amanda asked.

"No." He hefted her bags out of the trunk. "My mother grew up nearby. My father promised when he retired that they would one day move back here." He glanced up at the home. "We lived for the most part in Oregon but spent most of our holidays in Stowe."

The front door opened. His brother-in-law, Stephen came out to help with the luggage.

"About time you got here." He teased in lieu of greeting. "Rachel and Susan have been climbing the walls to see you two."

Thomas felt his trepidation build. There would be so many questions. He and Amanda had brainstormed every possible one and came up with answers that were not only easy to remember but also matched the timeline they had known each other.

But what if they missed one?

As Stephen hurried in with the bags he took from Amanda, she turned toward Thomas. Gripping his coat lapels, she pressed a tender kiss upon his lips.

He looked down at her questionably.

"We got this." She whispered. "Plus I saw someone peeking out the window."

He felt some of his nervousness dissipate. Knowing he had someone he trusted willing to help him get through this necessary family time made it seem not so difficult. It also didn't hurt that he was beginning to enjoy her spontaneous affection.

Shutting the trunk, he slipped his arm around her then picked up the few bags they still had left.

"Brace yourself." He murmured near her ear. "We're about to enter the lion's den."

**************

After introductions were made between Amanda and his parents, Susan and Richard Hunt, the two were shown their bedroom.

Thomas nearly cursed at being placed in the same room. He should have insisted they stay in a hotel so that Amanda could have a break from him.

"Come down when you're refreshed." His mother ordered. Her smile appeared when she looked once more upon Amanda. "We have plans to make for your time here."

"Thank you." Amanda said once more. "I'm looking forward to our week here."

She beamed at her once more as she left them alone.

Thomas shut the door. "I'm sorry. I completely forgot about the sleeping arrangements."

Amanda shook her head. "I assumed we would be sharing a bed."

"You did?"

"Of course. Didn't you?"

"I..." He shrugged unable to think properly. "I can sneak downstairs and sleep on the couch once everyone is asleep."

He couldn't believe that the third guestroom had been turned into a hobby room of sorts for his mother while his father had turned the fourth into some type of home gym.

"Don't be silly." Amanda began to unpack. "It won't bother me at all to share a bed with you." She winked at him on her way to the closet. "I don't snore."

He wondered how she could be so nonchalant about this. He wasn't worried about snoring. He was worried about his body betraying his feelings that were popping up the longer they played this farce.

"If you're certain it won't bother--"

"I promise I'll tell you if something makes me uncomfortable." She told him.

"Very well." He grumbled, dumping some of his clothes into various drawers.

Amanda chuckled as she came up behind him and took the things he should have hung up. Shaking them out, she placed them in the closet next to hers.

He didn't know why seeing their things together like that would bring a smile to his face.

****************

That first night...

"More wine?" Rachel offered.

"No, thank you." Amanda replied.

She slipped her hand into Thomas's as his mother began another story of when her children were little.

His father got up to start collecting the empty plates.

"Dad, sit down." Rachel ordered. "Thomas and I have this."

She looked pointedly at her brother.

He squeezed Amanda's hand as he reached for her empty plate.

"I'll help." She offered, rising from her chair with a smile.

"Nonsense." Susan waved her back down. "It isn't everyday my children offer to do the dishes." She grinned at them. "We will take advantage of this for as long as we can."

Stephen choked on his laughter, ducking his head out of reach when Rachel passed by.

Once Rachel got Thomas into the kitchen, she launched into an interrogation worthy of a seasoned detective.

"Why didn't you tell me about you and Amanda?!" She threw a dishtowel at him. "I mean I always suspected, but you could have told me!"

He blinked in surprise. His sister was nearly as astute as their mother. If she readily believed they were a couple, then perhaps his mother would too.

"When did it happen? Where did it happen? How long have you been together?" Her smile couldn't be contained. "Where do you see this going?"

He rolled his eyes while rinsing dishes. "It happened about four months ago." His lips curved as he continued their make-believe beginning. "You'll appreciate that it happened at a ball in Cordonia."

Rachel placed her hand over her heart. "Oh my gosh! It's just like out of a movie."

He nodded. "While we danced, we simply knew." He cast a side glance toward his sister. "The moment was finally right to try and be together."

She sighed while helping him load the dishwasher. "And? You've known her for a long time. You think she's the one?"

He looked down at the pan he was scrubbing. Oddly enough he had asked himself that very question earlier. Amanda seemed to be the one missing piece he needed in his personal life. This first night back with his family lacked the awkwardness he sometimes experienced on previous visits. It was why he usually tried to limit his time with them to a couple of days or so.

But he was actually looking forward to a week with them and Amanda.

"I think she might be the one." He handed the pan over. "I think I've known it for a while."

Rachel nudged him affectionately with her elbow. "I think so too."

******************

The next day the couples went outside to play in the snow that had fallen steadily throughout the night.

Thomas glared at his sister continuously throwing snowballs at him. Her aim was horrible but she was nothing short of annoying, just like she had been when they were children.

The moment he decided to taunt her and hit her with his own snowball, he was attacked from behind.

He turned slowly in disbelief to see Amanda tossing another snowball from one hand to another. Her smug smile flashed before she launched it straight into his face.

Once he could see, he took off after her.

Her laughter made her a slower than usual target as she stumbled through a snow drift.

He caught her and pinned her to the ground.

"Now Thomas," she said between giggles, "remember how much I lo--" she squealed when he put snow down the back of her shirt.

They wrestled a bit to try and gain the advantage over the other before they collapsed beside each other in laughter.

Thomas didn't even bother to check to see if they were in view of any of his family before he leaned over and kissed her.

Some moments, he reminded himself, were too perfect to let pass.

*****************

The more Thomas thought about it the more he wanted this lie to become the truth. The days leading up to Thanksgiving were filled with unexpected sweet moments. His parents encouraged the two younger couples to feel free to go out as often as they wished, offering many romantic destinations as possibilities.

Amanda eagerly dragged Thomas through the small town. Each kitschy shop they discovered was explored with him teasing her throughout the excursion. She would laugh and quip back with something that would make him chuckle.

It seemed natural now to keep his arm around her as they walked or simply hold her hand.

And she continued the affectionate kisses and hugs even when they were alone.

"You never know who knows your parents and if they are watching on their behalf." She told him one time when she pulled him into a romantic kiss under a covered bridge.

He pressed her against the wall to deepen it. He inwardly smiled over the slight jolt of surprise she gave before wrapping her arms around his neck.

He decided on the third night sleeping next to her that the clearest path forward for making this a reality was to show her how good things could be between them.

So he began to flirt more with her to charm her into his arms. He hoped that when it was all said and done, that it would be enough.

*****************

"It's nice to finally see you happy." His mother told him the night before Thanksgiving. "I've been worried for years that you might let the opportunity pass you by."

Thomas paused in his pursuit of a DVD to take upstairs to bed. "What opportunity?"

Susan's chuckle was a bit sad. "Before I met your father, I focused every aspect of my life into becoming a landscape photographer." Her eyes darted toward a wall that held some of her stunning shots of their old home in Oregon along with trips they had taken as a family of four. "I had plans to take my art around the world."

Thomas eased down in a chair across from her. "I didn't know that."

She shrugged while looking back down at her wedding rings. "I met your father when he wandered into a shot I was taking." Her lips curved in fond memory. "He was lost hiking through the Adirondacks and had his nose buried in a map. Richard apologized once he realized what he had done. Then he sat down beside me as I waited on sunset, telling me everything about himself." She looked up at her son. "I thought he was some nut I had unfortunately stumbled upon."

Thomas chuckled at the thought. It sounded like something his father would do.

"He was so," his mother's smile glowed, "warm." She shook her head in disbelief. "There I was being standoffish with my one word responses, and he was simply happy being with me. I had never met anyone like him before."

Thomas felt stunned. He realized that he was more like his mother than he thought as she continued her story about thinking her photography would be her true passion in life.

"The men I had dated before were all well and good, but not enough to make me want to remain here or anywhere for long." She continued. "But Richard Hunt changed all that." She rolled her eyes over her past actions. "I fought it in the beginning, keeping him as a friend. But then, one night I finally saw that he was everything to me. He took over my need to devote every moment to photography. He showed me I could have so much more."

She met her son's steady gaze. "I hope I'm not out of line, but I think Amanda has become that for you too."

Thomas stood up and pressed a kiss goodnight to his mother's forehead.

"I think you might be right." He told her on his way upstairs.

*******************

Thanksgiving morning...

"Dad!" Rachel crumbled up a piece of paper and threw it at him. "You know it is tradition that we do this!"

Richard readjusted his glasses with a foolish grin. "I'm well aware of that, angel. But you know I'll end up writing you each the same thing I do every year. Why waste more paper with my lack of creativity?"

Stephen scratched his chin before leaning over to peek at what Rachel had written.

"Stephen!" She squealed, snatching her paper away. "You keep this up and you won't get a letter from me."

Amanda couldn't help but smile at the couple's playful argument as Stephen tried to see what his wife was most thankful for. She then focused on Thomas steadily writing his own notes to each of them.

Her heart stuttered over what she herself had written to him.

She just didn't know if she could give it to him.

*******************

That evening, Thomas paused when Amanda came out. His eyes drifted down the hunter green dress she had decided to wear. Not thinking about how she would take this, he slipped his hands around her waist, feeling the soft cashmere mixed with her warm body while she put a necklace on.

She looked back over her shoulder at him. Her smile was a bit strained as he kissed her cheek.

"Ready?" She asked, gripping her skirt.

He wondered at her odd mood as he followed her downstairs. If he didn't know better, he would swear she was nervous. That couldn't be possible. She had been nothing short of the perfect guest for his family. Her calm, easy going demeanor meshed well with each of them.

He knew his sister and brother-in-law adored her. His parents had both gone out of their way to get to know more about her, each spending one on one time with her. He could tell that they were thrilled with the thought that they could possibly end up with Amanda as a daughter-in-law.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, she abruptly turned around to face him.

His brow furrowed over how pale she had become. It was as if she was terrified of something.

"Amanda, what--" he gripped her close when she slammed her lips into his.

This kiss was so different from the previous ones they had shared. There was no tenderness. No simple joy. It was one of desperation, of a need that nearly made his knees buckle.

She released him with a shaky breath. Her lips were parted as if she wished to say something. Shaking her head to clear it, she took his arm and calmly walked into the dining room.

As was tradition, they dined by candlelight. The conversations delved from the serious events happening in the world to the sharing of humorous stories. Thomas's attention drifted every few moments to the woman sitting across from him.

He would catch her staring at him, then blushing over having been caught. Though something was different, she continued to sparkle as she took part in discussions. He didn't know what to make of it all.

He wondered if he should keep her from reading the note he'd written to her or not.

"Would anyone like thirds?" Richard teased. He eyed his son-in-law. "Or fourths?"

"Give me a few minutes." Stephen patted his stomach. "And fourths and fifths will be eaten."

"Can we do the thankful notes now, please?" Rachel asked.

Susan handed her the basket that held them.

Thomas and Amanda both stiffened in alarm as Rachel passed them out.

She smiled over the familiar handwriting as she handed Amanda the one from Thomas.

Some from the rest of them were handed to her before going to Thomas.

Amanda nearly rose from her chair when her note was given to him. She bit down on her bottom lip then lowered her eyes to the letters in her hand.

"Shall we take these to the den?" Richard asked.

He took Susan's hand, pulling her close as they led the way out.

Rachel and Stephen followed them out, already tearing into their letters.

Thomas and Amanda remained seated at the table. They avoided looking directly at one another.

"We should," he cleared his throat," we should probably join them."

"Yes, of course." Amanda mumbled. "Please, go on. I'll be in there shortly."

Thomas hesitated, then did as she wished.

Once out in the hallway, he tore into the one from her. He stilled as he took in her confession and apology. In a state of disbelief, he reread it all to make certain he truly understood it. The last paragraph had him rushing back into the dining room.

Thomas, I know it was wrong of me to take advantage of your situation. But, us as a couple is something I've wanted for so long. I couldn't resist being with you as your "love", even if it was for a brief time. I never pretended my feelings or actions with you. Every word, every kiss, every touch I've done has come from my heart. I swear I will never bring my feelings up again and will settle for simply being your friend once we leave here. The reason I'm telling you this is because I couldn't keep up my lie of doing this as "your friend." So for the first and the last time, I love you and hope you can forgive me. I am so grateful to have had this time with you.

"Amanda!" He stopped and stared at her.

She was gripping the back of her chair with one hand while his letter trembled in her other hand. Amanda raised her tear filled eyes up to him.

"You?" She whispered in disbelief. "You fell in love with me?"

"I think I always have been." He held her letter up. "I can't believe you never hinted nor said anything."

A laugh escaped her lips. "I assure you that it hasn't been easy."

They took a hesitant step forward then rushed into each other's arms. Thomas tenderly cupped her face as his lips sought hers. Amanda held handfuls of his blazer to keep him near as she returned his kiss with all her heart held for him.

Their smiles were nearly identical in both relief and wonder that their feelings were returned when they parted.

"I suppose this makes me your real Thanksgiving date this year." She teased.

He shook his head. "You already were my real date for this year's gathering." He pressed another kiss to her lips. "This makes you the only one I will ever want for every holiday we have for the rest of my life."

[marjansmarwani]

that’s alright, my heart is okay

2.8k || ao3

The Reyes come to dinner, Owen shows up late (with the limes), and TK has some words with his father. But most of all: Carlos has a victory, and TK and Carlos share some moments. -------- A 2x11 coda

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Yes this coda took me forever to write, but here it is: the dinner scene I wish we had gotten to see. 

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It was the third muttered curse that brought TK into the kitchen. The first two had caused him to look up from where he was setting the table, but the third slightly louder and forceful “fuck” from his usually even-tempered boyfriend grabbed his notice. 

“Anything I can help with?” he asked as he stepped into the kitchen area, surveying the scene to locate the subject of Carlos’s ire. 

“No,” Carlos responded, voice weary and full of frustration. “I just can’t get this damn sauce to thicken.” 

“Maybe add more cornstarch?” TK suggested. “What?” he said defensively when his boyfriend tossed him a surprised look, “I pay attention! How could I not,” he added, stepping closer and placing his hands lightly on Carlos’s hips as he closed the distance, pressing himself against the other mans’ back, “watching you in the kitchen might just be one of my favorite pastimes. It’s really something to behold.” 

He was rewarded by the sensation of Carlos’s body shedding some of its tension at his touch and a slight shiver as TK’s words brushed across the exposed skin of his neck. He pressed a light kiss on the side of his neck and watched as he took a deep breath. 

“You’re right, that should help. Could you grab it for me?” 

TK pulled himself away from Carlos to cross to the cupboard with the backing ingredients. He grabbed the box of cornstarch and headed back to Carlos, stopping short and holding the box just out of his reach. “Only if you relax,” he said and Carlos raised an eyebrow. 

“Is this a negotiation?” 

“Yes,” TK confirmed. “I hate seeing you so tense. They’re your parents, Carlos. They love you and that’s not going to change, no matter how runny the sauce is.” 

“I know that,” he admitted, looking back down at the pan simmering on the stove. “I just want everything to be perfect. It’s their first time officially meeting you, and I want them to love you as much as I do.” 

“I hope not,” TK quipped, “that could get awkward.” When Carlos didn’t return his grin, he sobered. “I get why you’re nervous,” he admitted, “I’m nervous too. But stressing over the food or swearing at your stove isn’t going to change that. All we can do is relax and be ourselves because that’s who we want them to see. Us, just like we always are. We make a pretty good team, remember?” 

Carlos turned down the burner and stepped closer, wrapping a hand around the arm holding the cornstarch and pulling it down so he could step closer to TK, “We do,” he asked with a soft smile, “don’t we?” 

“Always have and always will,” TK confirmed. “Besides, if we can handle my parents, we can handle anything.” 

Carlos chuckled and leaned forward, stealing a kiss before he stepped away again, holding the cornstarch. “There is that,” he agreed. 

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Carlos is surprised by how normal it all is. 

From the moment his parents arrive, they fall into a rhythm. His mother apologizes for messing up TK’s name that one time, his dad gives him shit about it. TK jumps in, tossing him a teasing smile and then they’re all smiling. There is the brief crisis of the limes but TK swoops in, saving him from his own anxiety as he so often does. From there though, things go smoothly. He watches, a fond smile on his lips as TK patiently answers all his mother’s questions about growing up in NYC only to turn the tables and get her going about stories of his own childhood. He fakes a scowl when his boyfriend grins at him after a particularly embarrassing story, but he knows it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s pretty sure it’s impossible to feel anything but complete bliss at this moment: watching his parents banter and laugh with the man he loves in the home that they share. It felt so surreal, but also so right. 

After a few more stories though, he felt the need to stand up for himself: “Mami,” he protested in a tone just short of a whine as his mother finished telling TK of the time he had run through the family bbq naked at the ripe age of 2. “Really?” 

“It’s cute!” she defended, and he shot a look at TK when he snickered. 

“Oh c’mon Carlos,” he retorted, grinning at him, “it’s not like you haven’t heard all the embarrassing stories from both my parents already. It’s only fair that I get some from your childhood as well.” 

Carlos rolled his eyes, but he had to concede the point. Both Owen and Gwyn had been more than willing to share stories from TK’s youth during their time spent at the Strand house - there had even been pictures involved. But the mention of TK’s parents brought something else to mind. 

“Did your dad say where he was on his way from?” he asked lightly, not wanting to cause any undue worry, “it’s been a while.”

Too long for the two mile distance between the two homes, he added to himself. 

Though he didn’t verbalize his concern he could see TK coming to the same conclusion as he frowned and glanced at the clock on his phone. He bit at his lip before he rose from the table, phone in hand. “I’m going to call him real quick,” he said, “excuse me.” 

He stepped away and Carlos tracked him with his eyes, well aware of the panic TK was trying to hide. TK placed the call and Carlos pulled his eyes back to his parents who were both watching him. 

“¿Todo bien, mijo?” his mother asked softly. 

“Sí,” he responded quickly but when his dad raised a skeptical eyebrow he sighed, “Owen had surgery a few days ago, and TK’s worried. He’s not exactly known for taking it easy and TK is concerned he’s going to push himself too hard.” 

“What kind of surgery?” his father asked. 

“To remove the last of a tumor from his lung,” Carlos responded absently, his gaze turning back to TK who was lowering the phone from his ear with an anxious look. He got up from the table, crossing over to where TK stood in the living room. 

“Hey,” he asked gently, “what’s going on?” 

“He didn’t answer,” TK told him, looking at him with fearful eyes. “Carlos, what if…”

“No,” Carlos said firmly, “don’t go there, Ty.” 

“I can’t help it. What if he tried to do too much and put too much strain on his lungs? What if…”

“Try calling him again,” Carlos urged, “maybe he just didn’t hear his phone the first time. If he doesn’t pick up, we’ll figure something out.” 

TK took a deep breath and nodded, tapping at his phone again and lifting it back up to his ear. Carlos watched anxiously as it rang, heart sinking when the voicemail picked up again. TK met his eyes and Carlos hated that they were so full of fear. 

“Okay,” he said evenly, “we can go over there, just to make sure everything’s okay.” 

“But your parents…” 

“Will understand,” Carlos said firmly. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure everything’s fine. It’s probably just a simple mix up.” 

Before TK could respond the phone in his hand began to vibrate. He barely gave the screen a glance before he answered it, speaking quickly into the phone, “Dad? Are you okay?” 

“Of course I am, sorry I missed your calls. I just got tied up while running errands, I’m on my way now. I’ll see you all in a few minutes.” 

TK hung up the phone and looked at Carlos, who gave him a smile, “See,” he tried, “he’s fine.”

“Is he though?” 

“What,” Carlos asked, “you think he’s lying?” 

“You don’t?” 

Carlo had to concede that it all did sound fairly suspicious, but there was no point in dwelling on it now. “He’s on his way here and we can figure it out then,” he said instead. “It’s going to be fine.”

TK took another deep breath, chasing away the last remnants of panic before he nodded, squeezing Carlos’s hand. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, “and we should really get back to your parents, we’re being rude.” 

Before Carlos could so much as protest, TK was crossing the room and sliding back into his seat at the table, a wide and bright grin plastered on his face; masking the anxiety Carlos knew was still roiling through him. He followed suit and the easy conversation flowed between them - TK as it’s eager facilitator - until there was a knock on their front door a few minutes later, as promised. 

Carlos watched as TK crossed to the front door, opening it to reveal his father, holding a bag of limes triumphantly. 

“I hope this means Margaritas,” he said jovially, his bravado never wavering under TK’s analytical gaze. He offered no explanation for his prolonged absence and after a moment, TK seemed to accept the inevitable as he stepped aside to let his dad in. 

He gave no indication that he was anything less than perfectly content as he facilitated the introductions, but when Carlos caught his eyes out of the gaze of the others he shook his head and Carlos understood: he wasn’t letting it go, but he would wait. He was almost certain his boyfriend had zero intention on letting his father leave their home tonight without answers. 

So he followed suit, squeezing TK’s arm in silent support as they passed in the kitchen; following along as he made conversation. Despite the tension it was still an enjoyable night and Carlos was still marveling at how easy this all felt. It felt as if it should have always been. This was further reinforced as his mother insisted on joining him in the kitchen to put the final touches on dinner. 

As they stood side by side, transferring the food from the pans to platters she leaned into his space, placing a hand on his wrist and squeezing it gently. “I like him Carlitos,” she whispered, eyes on the group at the table, TK laughing at something Gabriel had said. Carlos followed her gaze and could help but smile wider when TK met his eyes. 

“I like him too, Mami,” he agreed, “an awful lot.” 

She smiled at him, eyes moist as he patted his wrist again, “I’m so happy for you, mijo. All I’ve ever wanted for you was to find someone to love you as much as you love them.”

Carlos turned to his mom, meeting her eyes for a moment and seeing the moisture in them. He gave her a smile and set down the dish he was holding, placing a hand on top of the one resting on his wrist. 

“Me too,” he agreed, “and I did.” 

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Eventually, they parted ways for the evening. 

The Reyes left first: Andrea with a kiss for both the boys and Gabriel with a hug for his son and a handshake for TK. Carlos saw them to a door and with a wave in Owen’s direction, they were gone. 

Carlos shut the door behind them and silence fell over the living area as TK looked to his father. He tried for a smile, but TK didn’t return it. 

“Are you going to tell me what you were really doing? What actually happened?” he asked instead, and Owen froze. TK could feel Carlos coming up behind him, silently offering support but he didn’t pull his gaze from his Dad’s face. The silence stretched on and eventually, TK shook his head. 

“Thanks for bringing the limes, I guess,” he muttered, turning away. 

“TK…” 

“What, Dad?” TK asked, his tone exhausted. “Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on? Are you finally going to listen? Because if not, I don’t think there is anything more to say.” 

He turned and walked to the door, feeling both Carlos’s and his dad’s eyes on him the entire way. He opened it and turned back, eyes seeking his father once more.

“I think you should leave, dad.” 

“Son,” Owen began again, walking towards him. 

“You’ve made it painfully clear that what I think isn’t important. I just want you to be safe, to do what is best for you but it’s like talking to a brick wall!” he exclaimed, causing Owen to freeze and Carlos to step closer. He closed his eyes and took a breath - yelling wasn’t going to help anyone. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself,” he said instead. “But I want to help you, dad. I just want you to be safe.”

“This is about something bigger than you or me, TK,” Owen said instead and TK had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes. 

“It always is, isn’t?” 

He watched as his dad’s expression faltered. Then he shook his head and walked towards the door, pausing next to TK. He glanced at him and for a moment looked like he had something to say. TK waited but a moment later Owen shook his head and stepped out their front door into the night. He took one step down the path before pausing and turning back. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow” he said, and TK wasn’t sure if it was more a promise or a question.  

“I guess that depends on what you have to say.” 

With that TK shut the door, pressing his forehead against it and closing his eyes. He stayed like that for several moments, until he felt the warm weight of hands on his shoulders, rubbing soothing patterns against his skin. 

He opened his eyes and turned so he was facing Carlos, who was studying him with concern. 

“I’m okay,” he told him softly. “He’s just…” 

“Frustrating? Stubborn?” Carlos offered. 

“Infuriating,” TK concluded with a groan and a shake of his head. 

Carlos hummed sympathetically, “But he’s also your dad, and I know how much you love him and care about him.” 

“I do,” TK agreed, “which makes this even more frustrating.” 

They were quiet again as they each considered the implications of the last few minutes before TK flopped forward with a groan, burying his face in Carlos’s chest. “I’m sorry he ruined dinner with your parents,” he muttered into the material of his boyfriend’s sweater. “I know how important this was to you.” 

Carlos laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around TK, “He didn’t ruin anything.” 

TK pulled his face from Carlos’s chest to give him a dubious look and Carlos continued, “Yeah, maybe he could do with a second impression,” he conceded, “but he didn’t ruin anything. They came and we all had dinner together. My parents and the man I love all ate dinner together in our dining room, and it was fine. Better than fine actually: they really like you.” 

“You think so?” TK asked, unable to keep the uncertainty from his voice. 

“I know so,” Carlos confirmed. He grinned at TK for a moment before his expression shifted and he reached out a hand to caress TK’s face.

“I never thought I’d be able to have this,” he admitted. “For so long I figured it was either my family or whoever I decided to date, never both. But,” he added, a smile spreading across his face, “someone very smart told me that nothing ever stays the same. Turns out, they were right.” 

“This person was very smart, you say?” TK asked, a grin breaking through the cloud of emotions. 

“And handsome,” Carlos added. “and kind and a terrible cook, but I won’t hold that against him.” 

“I think their cooking skills have likely improved,” TK quipped, playing along. “But you better be careful Reyes, they sound like they might just be a keeper.”

“They are,” Carlos agreed, “and I intend to, for as long as they want.” 

“I can’t speak for this mystery man,” TK replied, “but I think the answer to that might be the same. I don’t think he has any desire to go anywhere else either. I think you might be stuck with him for a long time.” 

“That’s good,” Carlos agreed, leaning forward to press a soft and gentle kiss to TK’s lips, “because my parents kind of like him; I think my mom would be upset with me if I let him slip away.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” 

Carlos hummed, pulling back just enough to see TK’s face; to memorize this moment of all of his childhood fears being proven wrong. It had happened in small bits each, a little at a time, but this moment — a kiss shared in their living room after dinner with his parents — seemed to be the culmination. He never wanted to forget it. “No,” he agreed, a smile on his face as he ran a thumb over TK’s cheek, “we can’t.” 

[obxfics]

puppybowl sunday

summary: you spend the day cuddled up watching the puppy bowl

pairing: john b x reader x jj

word count: 1654

a/n: i got inspiration watching the puppy bowl so... here we are lol also when tf is season 2 coming i want more motivation to write and shit please anyways enjoy (also this could technically belong to the “you against the world” universe but also... idk where it would fit lmao so if you want to imagine it like that have at it)

Masterlist

john b groaned as something woke him up. he had been deep in sleep, something he appreciated considering how many late night grocery or food runs he had to do for the residents of figure eight, when he felt someone shift as they laughed. he blearily opened his eyes to see you, sitting up with your back against his headboard and one of his arms flung across your waist, frozen with your hand clapped over your mouth. obviously you hadn't been meaning to laugh that hard.

"what are you doin' up so early?" he rasped, his voice kinda scratchy from sleep.

you smiled down at him and ran a hand through his thick hair, giggling when your fingers got all tangled up in it. "hon, it's two in the afternoon."

he lifted his head real quick and pouted when he saw that jj wasn't included in the cuddle pile. "shit, did i miss jj going off to work?"

"mhm. don't worry, though, i got some food into him and made sure he was wearing his mask. also put the fear of god into him if he didn't wash his hands throughout the day."

john b breathed out a laugh as he imagined you yelling at jj to stay safe at work. almost a year into the pandemic, and jj and john b had spent the whole time quaranting in the chateau to the best of their ability. it had been months since they had seen kie or pope in person for longer than a few minutes, and usually that was only when john b pulled up to the wreck to pick up delivery orders or when jj and john b helped pope's dad with grocery deliveries. at the beginning of everything, you had been spending quarantine with your boys since school was all online and your parents' restaurant was closed. a month or so in, however, regulations had been lifted and the people of figure eight all but demanded for them to reopen, and so you went back home to help your parents with the restaurant and to keep jj and john b safe from anything you could have possibly brought back to them.

you had practically locked them in the chateau, leaving them threatening voicemails if they even thought about going out, but as two months turned into three turned into four turned into five, you realized that the boys needed their jobs as there seemed no end in sight to the pandemic. so jj returned to his job at the country club, and john b got a job busing tables at your family's restaurant. you moved back in to quarantine with them as school started, and you spent practically your whole savings on getting a backup generator and high speed wifi for the chateau so if anything happened, you all would be good. and, despite living through a worldwide panda express, you were quite happy.

beside you, john b shifted his head to rest on your lap so he could see what you were watching on your laptop that had you laughing so hard. a smile grew on his face when he saw the puppies running around on the "football field" and jumping all over the "ref." he looked up at you and felt his chest blossom with warmth at the way you smiled at the puppies and giggled when they flopped over.

"did you really wake me up watching the puppy bowl?"

"hush up," you laughed, "it's a tradition, and you know it. 'sides, you can't tell me you aren't enjoying this as much as i am. i've seen how you and jj get with dogs. y'all may love them more than you love me."

"aw, honey, that's not true," john b cooed. "you know how much we love you. obviously i love you more since i didn't go to work during the puppy bowl, but you know, that's to be expected."

you shook your head and lightly swatted at his stomach. you knew he wasn't being serious. john b loved jj just as much as he loved you, and the feeling was mutual from jj. the three of you had a good thing going, a relationship full of understanding and compassion, and it had taken y'all a long time to get there. you all had things to work through, like jj's daddy issues, john b's abandonment issues, and your trauma from your previous relationship with rafe cameron, but you had gotten through it together, and this quarantine had actually brought y’all closer together which had surprised everyone.

“jj’s gonna be sad that he missed it,” you sighed.

“we’ll just rewatch it with him,” john b assured you. “and we can watch the old ones too.”

there was shuffling as the both of you wriggled around to get into a more comfortable position. at one point the two of you had to lunge to catch the laptop from falling to the floor, but eventually you settled in with john b curled around you and the blankets and pillows providing a sort of nest and elevated stand for the laptop. the room was filled with the soft sounds of puppy barks and whines, and your giggles when one of the dogs did something particularly cute, and john b let out a quiet sigh as he allowed himself to relax against you.

“i think we should get a dog,” you mumbled sleepily as john b clicked on last year’s broadcast. “we can add another cutie to our cuddle pile.”

there was some incoherent whining on your part before you dozed off in his arms. he did his best to focus on the puppies on the screen, but soon he too fell asleep with his face buried in the crook of your neck. that was how jj found you two when he stumbled into the room later that night as he yanked his tie from his neck. he stilled in the doorway, a soft smile pulling at his lips when he saw the two people he loved most in the world all snuggled up together. and then he saw what was pulled up on the laptop.

“oh you assholes!”

the both of you jolted awake, your hand smacking john b in the face as you moved to make sure the laptop wouldn’t fall off the bed. john b rubbed at his eyes and turned to blink up at jj.

“hey, how was work, babe?”

jj shook his head as you rolled over and made grabby hands, obviously asking for cuddles. he put his hands on his hips and frowned down at the pair of you.

“i cannot believe y’all are watching the puppy bowl without me.”

“um... in my defense,” john b started, “they were already watching when i woke up.”

“dude!” you turned your head to scowl at your boyfriend. “jj, baby, come cuddle with us, and we can turn it back on.”

as he kicked his shoes off and rifled around the dresser for comfy clothes, jj shook his head. john b let out a laugh when he realized what he was getting at.

“no can do, babe,” jj told you, smirking at john b as he let his work shirt slide off his shoulders. “the superbowl starts soon, and we’re watching it.”

you fell back on the bed and let out a loud groan. you had been hoping the boys would be too tired to watch the football game. you lifted yourself up on your elbows and glared at the two of them.

“i am legitimately only watching your stupid sportsball for the weeknd. after that i will be passing the fuck out.”

jj laughed and wrapped his arms around you as he flopped down between you and john b. you couldn’t keep your glare on your face when you felt your cheek hit his bare chest. you had missed him all day. there were a few laughs and giggled--and a couples groans of pain--as the three of you got all comfortable on the queen sized bed. finally you and john b sandwiched jj, john b spooning the blonde boy as you nestled in within the warmth of jj’s arms.

“don’t he kiss his kid on the mouth?” you mumbled as one of the players ran out on the field.

a wheeze left jj’s chest as john b shouted his laugh out, causing you to smirk. you had absolutely no clue as to what was happening in the game, or even had any idea as to who the teams were, because like you told the boys, you were only watching for the weeknd concert, and you were getting more and more anxious waiting for it.

“wait, i thought both teams were supposed to be good. why does one team already have like three touchdowns and the other doesn’t have any?”

“honey,” john b said, attempting to hold in his laugh, “just watch and enjoy the game.”

you rolled your eyes, making jj smile fondly. “hon, how am i supposed to enjoy a game i don’t even understand?”

“do you want us to explain?” jj offered sweetly.

“absolutely not. i appreciate it, baby, but i’m too pretty for that.”

jj snickered and pressed a kiss into your hair. “of course you are, babe.”

you nuzzled your nose against his collarbone and tugged your hand from between the boys to gently scratch at john b’s scalp. a hum rumbled deep within the brunette’s chest at the action.

“i love y’all,” you whispered into jj’s skin. “even if y’all make me watch football.”

“well we love you too,” jj returned with a kiss to your cheek and john b’s arm.

“even if you make us watch the weeknd,” john b teased.

“hey! you better appreciate abel or i swear i’m moving out!”

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[thishintoflove]

A Sweet Package - BobaDin Week Day 5: AU

Pairing: Din Djarin / Boba Fett

Rating: General (no warnings aside from mild swearing)

Summary: Boba has to deal with an unwanted package at his front door. Luckily, the hassle turns out to be worth it when he meets the package's true owner.

A/N: Here, have some tooth-rotting fluff because these boys deserve it! (ﾉ☉ヮ⚆)ﾉ ⌒*:･ﾟ✧

Also available on AO3

“Ouch, shit, god dammit,” Boba swore as he stubbed his toe.

He shifted his keys to his other hand and leaned against his apartment door as he bent down to rub his toe, glaring at the offending object.

The damn package was in the wrong place. The worst part? He hadn’t even ordered anything recently.

It had been a long day, he was tired, and he didn’t have the time or patience to deal with unwanted shit outside his door.

Boba was inclined to just let it sit there, but he had to move it out of the way if he didn’t want to repeat this stubbed-toe incident tomorrow. As he glanced down again to shove it away with his foot, he noticed that the package had actually come to the correct place, but it had come to the wrong person.

It was his address, but he was certainly not the “Grogu Djarin” to whom it had been addressed.

He’d been living here for almost three months and he hadn’t received any other pieces of mail. Surely there was a forwarding address set up for this Grogu Djarin? The outside label had a personalized message that read, “To Grogu. I love you to the stars and back, little one. Happy Birthday! Love, Dad.”

Ah shit. He was going to have to do something with it.

Boba did not want to be responsible for a kid missing out on his birthday present. Grogu Djarin would probably be expecting his package-- what if this was his only birthday gift? Another closer look at the box revealed a “Perishable: refrigerate after opening” label. Damn, he certainly couldn’t just keep the package and hope that the father in question would come by and collect it. Given its size, weight, and postage markings on it, whoever had ordered it had spent quite a lot on getting it sent.

Boba sighed and bent down to carry the package inside. As he set it down on the kitchen table, he saw that there was no return address, just the information from the company that had sent it. A bakery. A well-known, quite expensive bakery.

He had a very clear picture of what was going on now, but he didn’t know what he could do about it. Boba’s brow furrowed. It wasn’t his responsibility, technically… But the thought of a little boy not receiving his birthday treat, from his father no less, was enough to soften his heart.

He couldn’t get the vision of this unknown man telling his sad child that he wasn’t getting a birthday cake this year out of his head. It was terribly sad...

Oh great. He was on a mission now.

Boba had to get the cake to this child. He needed a plan. Returning to sender would be useless at this point, so he had to find out the current address of Grogu Djarin’s father.

He grabbed his phone and typed up a quick message to his landlord and leasing agency.

"This is Boba Fett from apartment fifteen. Do you have a forwarding address for the previous tenants? I’ve received a time-sensitive package for them."

After sending the message, Boba ambled around his apartment and tried to find something to take his mind off the Problem sitting on his table. He took some cold noodles out of the fridge for dinner and listened to a voicemail from Fennec that mostly involved her complaining about a recent customer.

Right when he was about to dive into invoices from work, his phone buzzed with a message from his landlord. It contained the former tenant’s email address.

He scratched the back of his head as he considered how to compose the email. He figured keeping it formal was a safer bet. He didn’t want this guy thinking he was some kind of creep. Boba hummed to himself as he typed out a message.

"Hello. I’m the current tenant of your previous apartment and I’ve received a package addressed to you. It says “perishable” on it so I figured it was important. Let me know how you’d like to proceed."

He leaned back in his chair, assuming that it would take a while for Grogu Djarin’s father to respond. But it didn’t. Within five minutes, his phone chirped with a response.

"Thank you! I was wondering what happened when it didn’t arrive today like it was scheduled to. It was my own fault for forgetting to update my address when I ordered online. I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Thanks for letting me know what happened."

Boba frowned as he read the response. The man obviously wasn’t expecting anything from him. That was a good thing, but Boba still felt guilty. Perhaps the man was too polite to ask anything of him? He decided to dig a little deeper.

"The package is a birthday cake, right? I recognize the bakery on the label. Do you still need it?"

"Yes, it’s a cake. It’s my son’s birthday tomorrow. All the kids in his class are obsessed with this bakery but we’ve never been, so I decided to order from them as a surprise. I’d offer to come pick it up but my son’s already in bed and I can’t leave him alone. Thanks for letting me know what happened to it. You can get rid of it, or enjoy it yourself if you want."

Boba sucked in a breath and considered his options.

"Are you still in the city? I could bring it to you."

"I couldn’t ask you to do that."

"It’s no trouble."

"Okay, then yes, thank you! I can’t tell you how much that means to me. My address is ---"

Luckily it wasn’t too far from Boba’s apartment. No more than twenty minutes. He could handle that.

He sent back one more message affirming that he was on his way, and then he gathered up the package and his keys. So much for a relaxing night. He had to be up early as usual, but the warmth in his chest almost made up for it. Hell, he felt like some kind of personal Santa Claus. Fennec would say that his actions were “good karma”, but deep down Boba knew he was doing it for the little boy on the label. He knew what it was like to have a disappointing birthday as a child. Boba wouldn’t allow another child to experience that if there was something he could do about it.

Twenty minutes later he was standing in front of an unfamiliar apartment door, double-checking his email to make sure he was at the correct address. He knocked gently, since it was late and the kid inside was likely asleep.

After a brief moment, the door opened to reveal a tall, disheveled man. He was fit and looked only slightly younger than Boba, but his hair was a mess and there was... flour? Yes, flour, spilled across his shirt and sleeves. His brown eyes immediately widened in recognition and gratitude when he realized who was at the door.

“Hey,” Boba said awkwardly, hefting the package in his arms, “I believe this belongs to you.”

“Yes, thank you!” the man exclaimed, opening the door wider and stepping into the threshold, “You really have no idea how much this means to me. My son’s going to be very happy tomorrow.”

“I figured,” Boba replied, handing over the package. He allowed his eyes to run over the man’s features again. He was a mess, but cute. Very cute. And he was clearly a caring father. It made Boba want to be nicer than usual.

“You didn’t have to come all this way. Can I pay you, or give you something to thank you-”

Boba just held up his hand and shook his head.

“It’s no problem, really. I wanted to. As soon as I saw the ‘happy birthday’ message, I thought oh shit, I gotta get this to them. I hope your son enjoys it.”

“I’m sure he will. You really did me a huge favor. We moved a few weeks ago and my head’s still all over the place. Finally got a two-bedroom,” the man said, then quickly shut his mouth when he realized this might be unnecessary information.

“Congratulations,” Boba replied, giving him a wry smile. The man blushed and shifted the package under one arm so he could reach out and shake Boba’s hand.

“I’m Din by the way.”

“Boba. Nice to meet you.”

He knew he could walk away right now, but something about the man in front of him was magnetic. Boba was jaded enough at this point in life to not believe in stupid romantic fantasies like love at first sight, but there was something about this man that seemed special. His eyes captivated Boba’s attention, and he found that he wasn’t ready to end their conversation just yet.

“Were you trying to whip up a last-minute backup cake?” Boba asked, gesturing to the flour he spotted on Din’s collar and neck.

Din gave a humorless chuckle and shook his head.

“Just cupcakes. And it was going terribly. I uh, can’t bake to save my life,” he said, his hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Boba hummed and tilted his head. Should he…? Yeah, he was going to be honest with Din.

“Well, I can.”

Din’s brow furrowed and he gave Boba the most adorable confused look. “Huh?”

“I can bake. Actually, I bake quite a lot.”

“You do?”

“Couldn’t tell just by looking at me?” Boba tossed back sarcastically, but he grinned to show the man he wasn’t truly offended, “Yes, it’s my job. I own a bakery.”

“Oh! That’s amazing! And you… came all this way to deliver a cake from a rival bakery?”

“I’ll be honest, when I first saw the package at my door I was ready to dump it in the trash, but your note changed my mind. They’re overrated, but they’re still pretty good. I’m sure your son and his friends will love the cake.”

“I’m inclined to believe you, seeing as you’re an expert and all.”

“But now you’ll have to allow me to get some free advertising out of this deal,” Boba replied, his grin widening, “If you’re interested in trying some real delicious, authentic stuff, come by my place with your son sometime. It’s over on the West Side. I promise I’ll make something that’ll blow this cake out of the water.”

Din’s eyes sparkled as he nodded, “I think that’s a fair deal. It won’t take much to convince my son, he has a massive sweet tooth.”

“Fantastic. It’ll be worth the trip, just wait and see.”

They smiled at each other like they were in some kind of damn rom-com. Boba knew that he was probably wearing the same goofy-grin as Din but it didn’t bother him. So what if he appeared soft? It was near-midnight on Wednesday, there was no one else in the apartment hallway to see them anyway. Even if there was, Boba couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Well… have a good rest of your night,” he said to Din, taking a step back. He had to leave before he did something really stupid, like lean in for a kiss with this overly attractive stranger. This wasn’t actually a movie- it wasn’t like there was a soft-rock ballad swelling in the background.

“Thank you again, Boba,” Din replied, his voice brimming with sincerity. He gave Boba one last soft smile as the man started to step away, “And I’ll see you soon. I promise.”

“I look forward to it.”

As Boba walked back down the stairs, he couldn’t get the stupid smile off his face. Fennec would laugh at him tomorrow when he recounted the story, but he didn’t care. Sure, real-life wasn’t a movie. But this was as close to it as he’d ever come, and you could be damn sure that he was going to savor it.

[bbysamu]

Like I need U

⭑ Song: Like I need U by Keshi 

⭑ Warning: Minor angst 

⭑ Pairing: Tsukishima x f!reader 

⭑ Part II ; Part III ⭑

➴ Take a peek at my Masterlist

♫ baby i call in the dead of night 

 but you don’t need me like i need you 

 pray that i won’t be alone ♫ 

(Y/N) laid on the bed, waiting for her boyfriend’s text. It’s been over an hour since that call went to voicemail. It was unlike Tsukishima Kei to not been in contact, although that seemed to be the norm these past few days. She rolled over in bed, checking her phone charging by the bedside. 

No new texts, all that stared up was her lockscreen of her kissing Tsukki’s cheeks taken at the time Karasuno won their first game and qualified to continue next. (Y/N) always thought this was such a good picture of them both. Tsukki cracking a shy, but happy smile, arms wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist as she happily pecked his cheeks. 

That was over a few weeks ago, a lot of things can change in a few weeks.

As they were preparing for the upcoming inter-high, a new manager came to the Karasuno team to help out Kiyoko, Yachi and (Y/N). 

Yuki was a cute girl, shy with a hint of mischievous gleam in her eyes and she quickly bonded with the team and quickly bonded with Tsukki. (Y/N) wasn’t worried though, Yuki quickly became like a little sister and she knew how much Tsukki loved her. 

What she didn’t know was the way Yuki saw how tender Tsukishima always pecked you on the cheeks when entering the club room for practice, how his eyes seemed to search for you in the hallways and that little smile breaking out on his usual stoic face when they met hers. Tsukishima was a tall, handsome and intelligent second year. Yuki wanted a relationship like that too. Yuki wanted Tsukishima too. 

 And Yuki, the only child of loving parents, always got what she wanted. So it began. At first it was standing by (Y/N)’s side when Tsukki comes in the club room, so he doesn’t feel comfortable kissing his girlfriend on the cheek with another manager around. Then it was asking (Y/N) for his phone number to get some help with homework. What began as questions over texts quickly became in-person study sessions with (Y/N) and Tsukki, which quickly became only with Tsukki as Yuki found a way to always schedule study sessions when (Y/N) had conflicting times. Soon, study sessions became a weekly thing and suddenly, Tsukki found himself enjoying the company of Yuki, his kouhai, a cute one that is. 

As (Y/N) got busier with other club activities, suddenly Tsukki found himself texting Yuki all the time, even when he was spending time with his girlfriend. He didn’t think it was wrong, after all, couldn’t he be friends with Yuki? (Y/N) did say she was like a little sister. 

Weeks went by, Yuki knew she was close to getting Tsukki. She noticed how he no longer kisses (Y/N) on the cheeks as he walks in the room, how his eyes seem to find hers first in the crowded hallway, only fleeting to find (Y/N)’s after, and how (Y/N) was always the one initiating physical affections now. Yuki was smart and she knew she was close. Does she feel sorry? No, not really. Afterall, (Y/N) was a beautiful and sweet girl, she could have anyone she wanted, she didn’t need Tsukishima. 

People began to notice Yuki’s closeness with Tsukishima. Yamaguchi was worried for his best friend, it wasn’t that he didn’t like Yuki, perhaps it was because he liked (Y/N) more and thought she was great for him, like two pieces of a puzzle. Yet, he can’t help but get worried as Tsukki started to tell Yamaguchi more about Yuki and less about (Y/N). 

Hey Tsukki, you noticed you been hanging out with Yuki a little too much these days? Yamaguchi inquired, to which Tsukki only scoffed and said “not really, she’s my kouhai and she needs help with her homework, its what a good senpai would do, plus (Y/N) doesn’t mind”. Yamaguchi sighed and hoped his best friend knew what he was doing. 

(Y/N) have noticed the minor changes in Tsukki’s behavior but always brushed them off as he always reassured her that he loves her and only her. (Y/N) trusted in Tsukki and knew he would never do that to her, considering he knew what happend to her parents, with her dad’s affair casting a huge shadow on (Y/N)’s life. 

So what could explain his lack of communication now? 

*ding* (Y/N) quickly sat up in bed and grabbed her phone excitedly, her brows furrowed in confusion as a snapchat notification from Yuki popped up and Yuki rarely sends snapchats to her. She opened it, a video popped up with the caption “I just love him so much”, a video (Y/N) assumed was supposed to be sent to Yuki’s friend. 

(Y/N) was not expecting to see a familiar blonde. 

It was her boyfriend, hands on on Yuki’s thigh, laughing as he watched Steve Carrol fell in the pool, his favorite moment from The Office. His eye glances over at the camera, in a tender way asking “why are you recording?”. 

“Because you’re cute and I want to keep this video forever”, 

he smiles “you’re cuter”, 

“cuter than (Y/N)?” 

He pretends to think for a moment, “yes, of course, now come here cutie pie”.

The camera cuts off and (Y/N) stared at the darkened phone screen, tear drops soon covered the phone. Tsukishima did not text her that night, or the night after. 

♫ afraid what’s coming next 

 wished we never met (be alone) ♫ 

That morning at school, Tsukishima knew something was amiss when he saw (Y/N) puffy eyes. 

“hey babe, you okay? sorry i’ve been busy with homework over the weekend” he asked, immediately thinking of Yuki and her smile and her laugh and her kisses. 

It was like the first time (Y/N) been able to see him clearly. The clear way his eyes did not seem to care about her answer to his question. The clear way his eyes seem to be scanning for someone else over her shoulders. Those eyes she once loved so much, now clearly in love with someone else. 

“I’m not okay, but thats okay. ” She offered him a small smile, when he didn’t ask why, she knew he was gone. So she grabbed his hand and kissed him on the cheeks one last time, “lets break up”. 

Tsuki was stunned, for the first time in a while, head devoid of any thoughts of Yuki. He suddenly saw how tiny (Y/N) looked in that sweater and started to panic. 

(Y/N) cracked a small smile, tears in her large eyes “you promised you’d never be like my dad Tsukki, but I know”, with that she slipped her hand out of his “my family is actually moving, so today is actually my last day at school. I’ll see you around. I hope she makes you happy”. 

After school, (Y/N) visited the Karasuno volleyball club room one last time to bid farewell to the team. Tsukishima was a no show, so was Yuki. It was easy for everyone to piece it together. (Y/N) hugged everyone and thanked the team for taking care of her. There was not a dry eye in the room. 

Weeks passed - time had done its fair share to mitigate her heartbreak, last she heard, Yuki has quit the manager position as the entire team gave her the cold shoulder. Tsuki stayed on the team, but kept mostly to himself now, even Yamaguchi could not believe his best friend would have the audacity to hurt (Y/N) after knowing her story. God and time slowly healed everything as her days at Karasuno became a memory. 

♫ pain, that’s an option

 no time for nonsense ♫

(Y/N) stood in front of her new volleyball team’s practice room at Aoba Johsai. It worked out so perfectly that their old manager had to leave and (Y/N) who had experience at Karasuno, was quickly accepted to be the new manager.  

(Y/N) brushed her long, black hair back over her shoulder, putting on a smile. After all, pain is only an option, she’s no longer got time for nonsense. Little did she know, waiting for her inside was a certain, very cute captain who has had his eyes on her since that practice game with Karasuno.