#they were so cool for like 9 minutes and 30 seconds

[outsideratheart]

United (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Based off this request. @nowhereff​ I hope you like it!

It was a difficult position to be in as a professional footballer with the Spanish nationality. During the euros you experienced first hand the mistreatment of the team and you found yourself on the receiving end of Vilda’s frustrations one too many times. You had always considered yourself to be a calm person, never one to lose their cool during a match or when the fans pushed the limits with your personal life, yet this situation led to do one thing you never though you would; you asked not to be call up to represent your country.

You and 14 of your team mates had been dubbed ‘LAS 15’.

In the blink of an eye it was June and until this point you had no intention of returning to the team, part of you still doesn’t, but one thing or should you say one person, had other thoughts.

“Y/N, think about it” Alexia had just got received the call up, one that you had declined several times but still she insisted that you join her in Australia and New Zealand “This is the World Cup we are talking about, something we have dreamed of since we were kids”

Alexia spoke the truth. Ever since you were young you wanted to win the World Cup; that and the champions league. Barcelona had secured the latter a week prior so now there was only one more trophy in your dream cabinet.

“Alexia it’s not that easy for me. I told the world that I wouldn’t play for my country until the situation and environment changed. What does it say about me if I go back on everything I have said. I am standing up for our team and the players that come after us, I won’t turn my back them because of my own selfish needs. I hate that I’m saying this but I am one of the best footballers in the world, I have a spotlight on me and I will use my voice for good, I won’t cower because of that man”

Alexia understood where you were coming from. She had known you since you were 9 years old. You would stand up for the little children that were being picked on regardless of the age or size of their bully. Still, she couldn’t help but feel like you were making a dig at her. She may not have been one of the fifteen but she could make a stand instead of going to the World Cup.

“Do you think that’s what I’m doing? Being selfish? Cowering to Vilda?”

“God, no” 

For the past ten minutes you had been pacing up and down the living room whilst Alexia watched as she sat on the kitchen Island. She knew better than to interrupt you when you were in one of these moods. In a small panic that you had hurt her feelings you stop pacing and go straight to her. You stood between her legs, one hand of either of her thighs and her arms locked behind your neck.

“Ale, you supported us but you weren’t one of the 15. I don’t want to be a hypocrite” 

Jorge and his federation buddies had taken football away from you and you weren’t going to let it interfere with your relationship.

“Am I being selfish if I say that I want you there with me?”

“Oh Ale” 

She leaned forward so that she could rest her head on your shoulder. She felt a mixture of shyness and embarrassment. 

Despite having you by her side since the two of you first joined Barcelona she always told herself that she didn’t need anybody. Then as the two of you got older the connection that bonded you both turned out to be more than that of friends and this past year you never left her side, apart from the month you were away for the euros. You went to every physio appointment, stayed back later to workout with her and added her training sessions to your calendar so that you can be there when she second guessed herself. She needed you more than she was willing to admit and she didn’t want to go the World Cup without you. She is still yet to play longer than 30 minutes, never mind start a game but with you by her side she knew that anything was possible, the doubt she feels daily didn’t exist when you were around.

“It’s stupid”

“You are capable of so much Alexia. It doesn’t matter if I am there or not” she doesn’t lift her head so you play with the hairs at the nape of her neck.

“We don’t know that. I have never played a game without you” 

It was some form of miracle but you had never had a injury in your career. You had played every single Barcelona match since your debut, it was an impressive stat but it also meant that Alexia was right.

“Alexia if I go the World Cup then it won’t be about football. They will make it into a story and you know that’s not why I play” 

“I know. I shouldn’t have said anything” 

Alexia pushes herself off the Island and walks off towards your bedroom. At first you want to go after her but then you hear the shower running, now you could go join her and make her forget about the World Cup entirely but that would only be putting off the inevitable. 

You had a call to make and it wasn’t one that you wanted you girlfriend to overhear. This would be between you and the federation, no one else and not the entire world like it had been so far.

It’s save to say when the fans saw your picture and name on the World Cup announcement video they were disappointed and they wasn’t shy about it. You received message after message about how they expected better from you. You didn’t know what to do but then your manager called to say that Maria Tikas had asked for an interview. Now was your chance to explain your reason for rejoining the national team despite asking not to be summoned.

You told her that you had accepted the call up with the intent of being there for your team mates and make sure that the treatment from the Euros did not repeat itself. You told Maria that you were still fighting your case but you were doing do as a Spanish national team player. The interview was honest and it was also the first time you spoke out publicly about the battle between players and federation. 

When you arrived for the first day of training camp you were told straight away that the federation wasn’t happy with your comments and that they expected more from you but their words meant nothing to you. Jorge himself told you that he didn’t want you there and that you would bring a bad energy to the team which you found ironic given the man himself was the reason for the deterioration of many player’s mental health. 

Throughout the group stage games Jorge keeps you as a super sub or even a time wasting sub. It was a insult and you hated that he had been able to get under your skin but you didn’t complain, not in front of the team. The tension was bad enough with none of them want to risk their starting position or get limited game time like you. 

“If she isn’t happy why did she come back to the team. She needs to realise nothing will happen now. She gave up the minute she put that shirt on” Misa had heard Alexia and Aitana ranting about how Jorge is mistreating you.

“At least she stood up for whats right. You stayed in the team when you knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. I may not have been around last summer but you were yet you stayed quiet and for what? So you could stand there in the number 1 shirt which we all know doesn’t belong to you” Alexia snapped.

You had stayed out on the pitch to run shuttles given that you hadn’t really worked your muscles in the last ten minutes of the game but you heard Misa just as you were about to enter the locker room. It was no secret that there was a split within the team and it started with the Real Madrid players. You didn’t want to argue with your team mates and quite frankly you didn’t have the energy in you. This tournament was draining you mentally but there’s no way you could let any of the team know. You did however talk to Mapi about it on a daily basis and she helped to with it.

“Alexia” your girlfriend jumps slightly when she feels your hand on her shoulder.

“She can’t say stuff like that”

“We both know why I am here” with one look into her hazel eyes, Alexia stands down. She knew the reason why you were here; her. Alexia had already showered so she leaves the locker room before she says something she will regret but before doing so she kisses you quickly. The act of PDA was a rarity before now but the world had learnt a lot about your relationship in the past couple of months and it led Alexia to realising she didn’t care what anyone thought. If she wanted to kiss her girlfriend she would.

“Y/N” Misa felt horrible knowing you heard what she said.

“No Misa, you may or may not have noticed but this team is more divided than ever and you slating me for my choices front of everyone doesn’t help. I know that things aren’t great between us, any of us” you point around to your team mates that you weren’t as close with as you used to be “but we are a team and we need to have each others back. We have people trying to put us against each other and we are letting them”

The goalkeeper sinks in her locker upon hearing your words. 

“It’s just so stressful”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this. Misa was young and if she thought this was stressful she would be in for a rude awakening in the upcoming years. You also found it funny how she was stressed when her only responsibility was on the pitch. She was yet to face any kind of media and the fans didn’t put the pressure on her like you they did with you and players such as Alexia.

“Tell me about it” 

“How do you do it?” Athenea asked as she’s stood next to you “He is coming at you every day. He makes you do extra laps and drills in training. He is working you to the bone and for what ten minutes of game time. Is it really worth it?”

You look around to double check who was in the room then you ask Irene to close the door.

“If I let men like Jorge Vilda dictate my future then I wouldn’t be standing here today. Whether he likes it or not he feels threatened by the fight we are bringing to him and let me tell you something Misa, I haven’t given up. You asked why I came back, I came back because Alexia asked me to.  It it wasn’t for her then I would have declined the call up like had the first 5 times I got asked”

“She hates me” Misa knew that pissing Alexia off was bad thing. 

“You spoke shit about Y/N. What did you expect” Aitana knew that you two always had each other’s back and it was best not to feel the wrath of either of you.

You quickly showered before going in search of your girlfriend but you had one more thing you wanted to say before you left the stadium.

“We need to stay united”

The girls who were still in the locker all replied ‘united’. It was a chant that you would use going in the knock out games.

In the semi final you were brought on earlier than the rest of the tournament and it proved to be the right decision because you score almost immediately before assisting Alexia for her first goal on the tournament. It sent a message to the world that Jorge wasn’t utilising his team and after the game a journalist questions his competence. You, who were sat next to him when the question was asked, couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed like the world was finally starting to figure out something you had known for years.

“You shouldn’t have done that” Jorge grabs your wrist pulling you aside before you can enter the changing room.

“What laugh at the fact that everyone is seeing how shit you are as a coach? Oh Jorge it was going to happen at one point. You should be happy that you lasted this long” 

“You’ll regret saying that” 

“I will and how will that happen? I know you didn’t want me here but your bosses knew that if you had any chance of winning the World Cup then I needed to be on the squad and before you deny it they told me this in person so do your worse which is what bench me? You bring me on and I change the game, you can’t afford to keep me on bench for the final so do you worst. Greater men than you have tried to belittle me so you don’t stand a chance”

Your outburst leaves the man in shock and that’s just what you wanted but he won’t admit defeat. Once again he grabs your wrist pulling you back towards him but at this point the heated discussion caught the attention of some of the other players.

“Get your hands of her” Alexia shoves him back causing him to release his hold.

In that moment the whole team comes to together. It is the Spanish national team versus Jorge Vilda. You stand opposite Jorge with the team behind you.

“We will win this World Cup then you will be gone” you don’t take your eyes off the coach as you speak. You leave him at a loss for words and with no other option than to walk away.

From that moment the energy changes within the team. You are united and it strengthens the bond which up until now seems unfixable. It leads to the training sessions been fun like they were in the past. 

On the day of the final are you in the same spot you had been for the start of every game; the bench. It was frustrating to say the least. You knew going against the reigning world champions would be difficult but in no way did you expect to be down 2-0 just 17 minutes into the game. It was torture and what didn’t help is how Jorge looked at you after every goal conceded, it was as if he was blaming you, he was all but saying this is what happens when you let your ego get in the way.

A member of the coaching staff tells you to start warming up just before the end of the first half. You and him work through every drill a substitute does, then you do it again and again because even after being told you are ready Jorge shakes his head, he didn’t want you in this game.

What hurts the most is when Spain have a corner right where you are warming up. Whilst the ref is dealing with an incident in the box Jenni turns to you.

“What do we do? We need you”

“He doesn’t want me in. Take this play by play. Look for Irene’s head and go from there”

You wish you could have told her more but that’s all you had to offer. You were known for your ability to read the game but in order to do so you had to be on the pitch.

“I need to be in the game” you say quietly to the member of the coaching staff in charge of warming you up.

“You do” without saying anything else he leaves and goes back to the dug out. 

You have no choice but stand near the corner flag and watch as the US charge towards the Spain goal, you can see it coming a mile way. The back line is playing too high and it leaves the team vulnerable to the long ball which is exactly what happens. Another goal and it feels like you have been stabbed in the chest. 

Staying out on the field wasn’t the best thing to do but you couldn’t put yourself in the same room as that man and be held responsible for your actions. You abandon your attempt to warm up when the second half starts and take a seat on the bench. The fans start chanting your name and whilst you know their intentions are pure, it only makes you feel worse. You have just about given up when see a woman in a suit approach Jorge on the sidelines. She is on the board of the federation but she wasn’t one of the big fish.

“Bring Y/N on”

“No. She disrespected me, her not playing is her punishment”

“It wasn’t a question. Y/N” she shouted over to you “get ready, Jorge is putting you in” 

“No, i’m no—“

“Jorge you put Y/N in or you will be asked to leave the pitch”

“By who?” 

“By the new federation”

You didn’t really know this woman but you liked her. She was doing what should have been doing ages ago, she is putting Jorge in his place.

The crowd erupts when they see you standing on the sideline as your number got held up next to Esther’s.

“Go! They need you” the Real Madrid forward hugs you quickly before grabbing a vest and taking your seat on the bench.

When a US player going down and needs treatment you call the entire team over, even Misa who is close given that the injury happened on the outside of the box.

“This is not over. Under no circumstance do we give up. We have what it takes to win this game and I have faith in every single one of you. All we have to do is work together”

“United” Alexia says proudly.

“United” every else shouts in unison.

It felt like the clock was ticking down quicker than normal and it was hard to ignore the 3 goals on the scoreboard which were against you but that’s what you had to do. It takes you a few minutes to get a read on the game but as soon as you have it, that is when the fun starts. You run down the middle of the pitch, Jenni by the side of you with the ball and you link up with her just like you had a Barcelona. The two of you attack the American box and the defence doesn’t know how to react. Do they pressure Jenni or risk marking you, in the end they pressure Jenni but it was a mistake because as soon as she sees white shirts running towards her she passes a through ball to you and just like that it is 3-1.

You don’t celebrate, there isn’t time. 

The next play comes when you are running down the wing, your pace being no match for anyone of the US team. Jenni scores a beautiful header after a pin point cross from you. It was 3-2.

“We only need one more to send it extra time” Athenea celebrates.

“We don’t need extra time“ you reply 

“Let me guess, we are ending this now” 

Alexia had heard you say these exact words in Eindhoven and she knew that you would keep your word now just as you did back then.

You get a second goal when Spain are awarded a free kick. This time you do celebrate and you don’t know if its the emotions of being in a final or the feelings that you have been bottling up over the past couple of weeks but you see a fan with a sign saying “Fuck Jorge Vila” so you take it and hold it up high. 

People could no longer question your feelings towards your coach.

“Y/N” Alexia loved what you just did yet she couldn’t help but think of the consequences that it would.

“What?” You shrugged your shoulder innocently “Fuck Jorge Vilda right?” 

“Right” 

It was 3-3 when you approach the 90 minute mark. You look at the big screen to see 5 minutes injury time. You had 5 minutes to score and crown Spain champions of the world.

It’s almost like the rest of the team knew what to do. They need to give you or Alexia the ball, that will give them the best chance of scoring. The two of you had Balon d’Ors for a reason. The whole team pushes high when the clock reaches 94 and it gives the US the feeling of being outnumbered because they don’t know who to mark. You stay back a little to give them the idea that you are preparing for the counter as this is what you did with Barcelona but this wasn’t that. It was the perfect decoy because just as alexia reaches the edge of the box you sprint down the side and to the near post making sure to stay on side. She chips the ball over every white shirt and with the perfect weight behind it, she finds your head and the ball hits the back of the net.

Spain had done it, they had come back from 3-0 down to win 4-3. 

“Cover their badge” you shout to your team mates as you run towards the corner flag and right in front of the a camera. 

Every single player on the pitch as well as those who of ran off the bench stands there with their right hand covering the RFEF badge on the arm of the shirt. The message was clear as day and they stood together publicly for the first time since all this happened.

The final whistle is blown seconds later and you fall to you knees. You couldn’t believe that you had done it, that this team had done it despite the problems that were taking place off the pitch.

The celebration is something you will never forget. After everything that happened you had been stripped of your captaincy but Ivana insisted that you be the one to accept and lift the trophy. It would go down as the proudest day of your life, until the day you have kids.

The rest of the world however will remember the press conference that followed. You sat at a table with Jorge to the right of you and the rest of the team standing at the back of the room watching in anticipation. They didn’t know what to expect but they knew that you wouldn’t hold you tongue, not after the way Jorge had treated you this tournament.

“I think I speak for the rest of the world when I say I was shocked to see Y/N Y/L/N on the bench today. Can I ask why that is?” 

Oh this would be good. There was no valid reason to have you on the bench for the games thus far, never mind the final.

“Y/N is a valued member of this team”

“Then why did you refuse to sub me into the game? Why did it take someone from the federation to come down to the pitch for you to do so?” you asked him. 

With the silence that had filled the room you could hear a pin drop.

“I—It was the best decision for the team”

“I disagree” the journalist who asked the original question said.

“Me too” “me too” “And me” the team add from the back of the room.

“Considering I scored a hattrick and assisted the other goal I’m going to have to agree with them Jorge”

“I am the coach of this team and I made a decision one which I stand by. We won didn’t we and that is because I subbed Y/N in” Jorge tried to play the hero but you wouldn’t let this happen.

“No Jorge, like I said before the federation ordered you to sub me in. It wasn’t your decision. In fact I remember you saying quote unquote ‘No. She disrespected me, her not playing is her punishment’

The whole room audibly gasped at your revelation.

“We won didn’t we” his smugness would be his downfall.

“We won” you point to yourself and the rest of the team “You failed to coach us from the very first training session” 

Jorge goes on to the explain his choices but he is only digging himself a deeper hole to fall in. It was amusing but you really didn’t want to spend your night listening to him explain his poor decisions, you want to celebrate with your girlfriend and the rest of the team so you execute your plan which you organised when Spain had reached the final. Maria Tikas sat in the front row. You found it fitting that the woman who told your story before the tournament started was the same one to give it its ending.

“Y/N I have a question” you signal for her to go ahead “you told me that you came to the World Cup to support your team mates, your girlfriend Alexia Putellas specifically” Alexia blushes in the background and the wink you send her only deepens the blush “Now you are world champion, what does your future with the national team look like?” 

“This will be my last time in a Spain shirt until the man next to me in no longer part of the team and the environment we play in has been re-evaluated. We, as a team, deserve better and the change needs to happen now. Therefore I hereby resign from the Spanish national team” with that you stand up and leave the room. Your team mates follow in suit. All of them ready to follow in your footsteps. 

“I’m proud of you” Alexia takes you hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.

“This is the moment things change Alexia. We will make sure that those that come next don’t have to go through the same treatment we did”

[sparkle-fiend]

Here is my entry for the Spicy Six Winter Fic Challenge hosted by @thefreakandthehair (thanks so much to you and @unclewaynemunson for the awesome events this month!) My prompt was “kiss in the snow”.

Eddie is ladling a mixture of brown sugar, cinnamon, and mashed sweet potatoes into a baking dish when the phone rings. He nearly drops the bowl, hastily wiping the sticky orange mixture off his fingers before answering.

“Munson’s House of Holiday Horrors, Eddie speaking,” he intones cheerfully. Steve snorts with laughter on the other end of the line.

“What if it hadn’t been me calling?”

“It’s Christmas Eve Stevie, and everyone we know is out of town. Who else would be calling?” He knows the exact expression that will be on Steve’s face right now. He’ll be trying not to smile, which will twist his lips into a crooked little smirk instead. It’s one of Eddie’s favorite expressions. “How was work today?”

“Awful. Remind me never to agree to a holiday shift again. The Christmas movies were out of stock by 9, so I’ve had people screaming at me all day. Like I’m personally responsible for the fact that they waited till the last minute to try and rent the Grinch that Stole Christmas.”

“Mmm,” Eddie hums sympathetically. “Poor baby. What time are you coming over?”

“The pie needs to cool another 30 minutes, then I’m leaving.”

They’d argued about the pie for days. Eddie insisted that he had enough dishes planned to feed a small army, while Steve insisted that he just had to bring a pecan pie (which, coincidentally, is Wayne’s favorite).

“You know – you don’t have to work so hard to impress him. Wayne already likes you.”

“Shut up,” Steve says. “I’ll see you at 5:30.”

“See ya.”

They’re not quite to the point of exchanging I love you’s yet, even though it sits on the edge of his tongue every time they say goodbye.

Eddie hangs up the phone and turns to survey the chaos strewn across the kitchen. He’s got half an hour – 45 minutes with driving time. The sweet potato casserole has to be baked, and he still needs to finish two more dishes after that.

“Shit,” he mutters.

***

When Wayne ventures into the kitchen twenty minutes later to check on him, Eddie is frantically stirring sour cream and shredded cheese into the mashed potatoes.

“Christ almighty it’s hot in here. You’re sweatin’ like a hog.”

Eddie scowls and swipes at the hair sticking to his forehead. “Thanks Uncle Wayne.”

Unfortunately, his uncle’s not wrong. The kitchen is sweltering – not surprising, considering the stove and oven have been going all day – and Eddie’s shirt is soaked through. He desperately needs a shower, but he’s running way behind.

“Alright… what can I do to help?”

Eddie pauses long enough to fix his uncle with a skeptical look. “Are you forgetting the famous incident of the frozen turkey? Your cooking privileges have been permanently revoked.”

Wayne looks unimpressed. “Don’t you sass me. I can pull a goddamn casserole out of the oven.”

Eddie snickers and allows himself to be chased out of the kitchen. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t let that casserole burn!”

He takes the stairs up two at a time. It’s still a novelty, living in a house with a second floor – even after half a year. The water pressure is pretty awesome too, although he doesn’t take the time to enjoy it today. He rushes through a lukewarm shower, just enough to cool down and rinse the sweat off; throwing a clean shirt on when he gets out.

With hair still dripping, he thunders back down the stairs in time to see Wayne pull the casserole out, marshmallows browned to a perfect crust on top. His uncle watches in bemusement as Eddie covers the dish with aluminum foil and then hastens to dump frozen rolls onto a pan.

“What time is Steve supposed to get here?” Wayne asks.

Eddie doesn’t even dare look at the clock. “Any minute,” he says distractedly. He adjusts the oven temperature and shoves the pan in. He had a checklist, which is buried somewhere in the pile of used dishes and discarded packaging on the counter. He starts searching for it, shoving things aside in frustration, until he feels his uncle’s hands land heavy on his shoulders.

“Calm down, okay? Everything looks amazing. You’ve done a real good job Ed.”

The old man’s expression is unbearably soft when he turns around. Wayne looks at him like that all the time these days – ever since March, and that tense week in the hospital, when they weren’t sure if infection would finish the job the demobats had started.

It makes Eddie feel warm and awkward at the same time. He darts forward for a quick hug, pressing his face into the smoky flannel of his uncle’s shoulder, before stepping back and shoving the old man toward the door.

“Go on. Let me know when Steve gets here. And turn on the lights!”

***

Eddie loses track of time as he scrambles to finish – last minute tasks keep popping up every time he turns around. When he’s finally ready to call it done, he heads for the living room, expecting to find Steve and Wayne watching something on tv while they wait.

But it’s six o’clock, and there’s no sign of Steve. Wayne is standing against the big picture window, curtains shoved aside so he can look out.

“Hate to break it to ya Ed, but I’m not sure your boy is gonna make it. Snow’s really coming down out there.”

Eddie takes his uncle's place against the window, pressing his nose against the cold glass as he cups his hands to shield the glare. It's dark out, and the only thing illuminated by the porch light is a swirling wall of snowflakes. Judging by the snow already piled on the railing, it's collecting thick and fast.

"Shit," he mutters.

Concern immediately churns his stomach. If Steve left the house when he planned to, he should have arrived over half an hour ago.

Eddie goes to the phone on the end table by Wayne’s recliner, dialing the familiar number, hoping Steve decided to wait out the weather. The Christmas tree twinkles merrily in the corner; red, green, blue, and yellow lights reflecting off the silver tinsel while Eddie listens to the phone ring and ring - until the click of the answering machine picks up.

He hits the switch hook to end the call, re-dialing immediately. Ring, ring, ring and the click of the answering machine again.

He stays on the line long enough to hear the recorded voice of Steve’s father announce: “You’ve reached the Harrington residence. Leave a name, number, and brief message…” Eddie hangs up again with a frustrated growl.

Wayne watches with a worried frown. “You don’t think he would try to drive in this mess, do you? Not in that fancy car of his.”

Only someone who didn’t know Steve very well would ask that question. If Robin or Dustin were here, they’d already be suiting up for a search party.

Apparently, the expression on Eddie’s face is answer enough, because Wayne’s lips press into a thin line before he nods. “Right then. We’ll put the snow chains on the truck – as long as you go slow, you should be okay.”

They throw on coats and boots and a hat for Wayne, before trooping out into the whirling snow. Working in tandem, it only takes a few minutes to get the chains wrapped around the front tires of Wayne’s truck, latched and tensioned tight.

They agree that Wayne should stay behind in case Steve ends up calling after all, and then Eddie is off, pulling slowly down the drive.

The little house (part of a generous government settlement in exchange for their silence) is on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees and cornfields – and no neighbors for at least ten miles. Which means the only light comes from the feeble beam of the truck’s headlights, struggling to penetrate the wall of snow. It’s like driving into a tunnel.

Eddie holds his foot tense above the gas pedal, giving it just enough juice to keep the old truck bumping along at a snail’s pace, listening to the chained tires grip and grind over the snow.

I never said ,‘I love you’, he thinks. I never said it. Steve could be dead or dying somewhere along the road, and the last thing Eddie ever said to him was, “See ya.”

It’s unbearable.

After a nerve-wracking 15 minutes, scanning and straining his eyes nearly to tears – Eddie finally spots a faint shape in the distance. Just the silhouette of a person, no car in sight.

It’s Steve. It’s gotta be.

He slams on the brakes – too hard. Even with the chains on, the old truck slides a few terrifying feet farther than intended. Heart pounding, Eddie throws it into park and wrenches the door open.

He hits the ground ready to run and nearly busts his ass as he sinks into snow over his ankles; staggering like a drunk toward the huddled figure of his boyfriend.

Eddie grips the other boy by the shoulders, eyes raking over him head to toe, searching for injuries. It’s hard to see – the headlights cast everything in sharp relief, full of shadow.

“Shit Steve… are you okay? I was so fucking worried, Jesus Christ.”

Steve pats his chest and laughs through the audible chattering of his teeth. “I’m f-fine Ed, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“What happened?”

“Deer ran out in front of me. T-tried to miss it and the Beemer spun off the road. Car’s fine, but it’s stuck in a ditch.”

Eddie huffs out a relieved laugh and squeezes his boyfriend tight. Just stuck in a ditch – thank god. They’re so lucky the accident wasn’t serious; and lucky that Eddie came looking before Steve froze to death trying to make the long, cold walk to the house.

He pulls back to gaze into those beloved brown eyes, brushing aside a swoop of hair stiff with ice.

“I love you,” Eddie says abruptly. His breath hangs like dragon-smoke between them. It’s not how he intended this moment to go, but he can’t keep it in any longer. “I was afraid to say it, but then… when I thought something might have happened to you, all I could I think was that I never told you how I felt.”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers. “Eddie, I love you too.”

He laughs, giddy with relief, and cradles Steve’s jaw as he leans into a kiss. The world falls away - there’s nothing but Steve’s slightly chapped lips, warming slowly against his own, and the soft whisper of the snowflakes.

It’s perfect - until Steve shifts awkwardly and winces in pain.

“What the hell Steve, I thought you said you weren’t hurt?”

Steve grins sheepishly and leans against Eddie, trying to take the weight off his left leg. “I said the car was fine. I twisted my knee trying to climb out of that damn ditch.”

“Goddamnit… is there anything else I should know?”

His boyfriend unzips his jacket, revealing a towel-wrapped disc tucked securely against his chest. “I saved the pie,” he says proudly.

“Jesus Christ.” Overwhelmed by affection, Eddie kisses Steve again; it’s either that or shake the mad bastard. “Come on… let’s get you and your stupid pie home before you both freeze.”

[jesi555]

𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒. | © jesi555 — kinktober 2023

𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐈. | nami

warnings. | wlw sex yessir, fem reader, recording, twt vids [im compensating for the fact that im shit at writing smut], camgirl, hints at vivi x nami, cunnilingus, scissoring, making out yum. im not super proud of this :( lmk if i miss anything.

tags : @aizensgf, @wolflover384, @bun-parade, @3v37773, @guccilaw, @immindingmyown @ruledbyproblematique

Nami loves her followers. After all, they rain money on her. Her tip menu is pricey, but her followers were down bad and As her no 1 fan, so were you. Sometimes Nami thought you were some pervy old man based on your tip, But money is money, and Nami loves money.

Nami felt generous recently, so she announced a competition. 131: one lucky winner, three entries max, one video of both of us, Her community post read. It was a tempting risk, so you mindlessly entered the competition.

At around 9:30 on a Thursday night, you silently studied at your university's library, a few other students doing the same. You were in the zone until a silent vibrating buzz broke your focus. Irritated, you checked your notifications, your eyes bulging out as you saw the email from @namimi. A soft squeal left your lips as you read over the contents of the email.

Congratulations ___! You have won the 131 competition. Your proof of winning is in this email. Please take a screenshot of this email along with the attached verification number and send it to me on Instagram as soon as possible! love, Nami!

You leaned back in your chair, your chest heaving. After a silent scream, you hurriedly headed back to your dorm. After screaming into your pillow and thoroughly contemplating the reward, you finally texted Nami.

___: hii! I received an email saying I won the 131 competition! here’s a screenshot!

You awaited her response for a few minutes, but as it turned into an hour and another, you slowly lost hope. You honestly felt disappointed. Your fave just flaked out on you!

Before you could wallow in sadness anymore, a buzz got you running towards the device.

namimi: omg hi! I'm so sry for the late response! I was getting my hair done. I see you're the lucky winner!

Before you could reply, a small notification popped up, '@namimi followed you'. You quickly accepted the request and waited.

namimi: hold on, you're a girl?! thank god. I was not looking forward to having sex with a middle-aged Discord mod.

you laughed and messaged her back,

___: haha no I'm very much a girl. so do you need any information from me?

namimi: just general stuff, I'd prefer it to be face-to-face though, is that okay with you?

___: Absolutely!

namimi: cool! I'll text you the location soon!

You bit your lip nervously. Nami was coming to meet you. The Nami. Your leg bounced up and down, waiting for her arrival. A few minutes pass as you see a head of orange hair enter the cafe. She looked around for a second before she saw your smiley face.

"Damn, you're even hotter in person." she chuckled, "do you wanna make the video today? I'm free tonight. You look good as it is."

Your mouth slightly fell open as a small 'huh' voice out of your throat. "I mean Yes!" you quickly said.

"Awesome, let's go back to my place then."

Her home was nice. It smelt like tangerines.

"You're okay being recorded right?" she asked. Nodding in agreement, you looked over her room.

"Alright, the camera's set up. do you want a dom or sub role?"

"girl do anything to me," you spoke without thinking, processing what you said. she laughed out and asked you if you were ready.

"yes"

"good. then strip"

A new notification spelled out 'namimi is live', and soon hundreds and thousands of followers joined the livestream. To many of them, the stream was pure heaven. 2 hot girls making the fuck out? Yes, please!

namiismymommy sent 10$: holy fuck namisslut sent 2$: wait is that @princessvivi? ilovevivi sent 4$: Nah bro that's the lucky winner namisslut sent 5$: I'm so jealous

"Are you reading the comments?" Nami whispered in your ear, both of you, skin to skin.

namiismymommy sent 20$: eat her out.

"My lovely followers are asking us a favor" she moaned, "let's give them what they want baby."

You dropped down in front of her cunt, giving her lips soft kitten licks until she pushed you into her pussy. Nami getting eaten out by an equally hotter chick was a God-sent gift.

This was probably Nami's best video yet. Not to mention, the scissoring was a highlight.

As the live stream ended, the two girls looked at the comment section.

ilovevivi sent 50$: Vivi, Nami and lucky winner threesome when?

It seems like you'll frequent her channel soon.

꩜ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐢𝟓𝟓𝟓 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Chapter 6.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

I woke up, still tightly held in Johnnie's arms. I opened my eyes to look at him. his makeup was nearly off, and his hair was messier than usual. it was a cute look on him. I felt him begin to stir, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I felt him remove one arm from me and his body tilt, but then it was back.

"y/n," I heard my name as he gently patted my back. "You can go back to sleep, but what do you want from mcdonalds?"

I squinted my eyes at him, my head pounding. I realized he was blushing when we made eye contact. A small smile formed on my face. "Is it breakfast?"

"mhm, it's like 9 in the morning."

"Ugh." I scoffed, I was never usually up until 5, but once i was up, I couldn't go back to sleep. "a mcgrittle, or whatever the fuck it's called. I forgot."

he chuckled. "okay." he paused. "are you cool with this? I can let go if you want."

"don't, I'm comfortable." I wrapped my arms around him tighter.

he laughed and went back to typing on his phone. I could feel he was tense. "are you okay?"

"yeah, why"

"you just seem really tense."

he seemed to be thinking about what he was going to say. There was an awkward silence for at least 30 seconds. "Yeah, sorry." I sensed he was holding something back.

"I don't bite." I joked. I started to feel like he didn't want to see me anymore. did I do something wrong?

johnnie didn't answer.

I closed my eyes and thought about it. I mean, he said his ex was crazy. Maybe she traumatized him or something. Well, obviously, he's traumatized. why would he even think of his ex when we were hugging. it's just a hug, friends do that. I settled on the fact that he had just woken up, so maybe he's still trying to wake up.

"is the alcohol still fucking with you?" He broke the awkward silence.

I felt myself tense as well. "I have a fatass headache."

he sighed before turning off his phone and making eye contact with me, the blush still plastered on his face. "we have ibprofien or something, I need to go wake up jake so we can look." he whispered.

"Why are you whispering."

"I have no idea."

"Okay." I said, rolling over to stretch. I felt cold without him. It was kind of scary how I'd love to just lay in bed with him all day. my bones popping filled the silence. "God damn." I mumbled.

Johnnie stood up and stretched as well. I followed him out the door to Jake's neighboring room. "Honey, it's time to wake up." he said in a sweet voice.

I furrowed my eyebrows while I giggled quietly.

Johnnie knocked before walking in. We saw Jake sprawled out on the bed, his limbs going every which way. his blanket was wrapped around his torso.

Johnnie attempted to push him off the bed to wake him up. "I ordered mcdonalds, get up."

Jake groaned, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. "what the fuck, fatass?"

"good morning, sunshine." I called from the doorway.

"Hey, y/n."

"damn." Johnnie rolls his eyes and climbs off the bed, walking back towards the door.

"Why the hell did you wake me up." Jake was sitting up at this point, looking at johnnie with tired eyes.

"I ordered breakfast so you and y/n wouldn't be too hung over all day."

"That's so thoughtful." I said sarcastically.

Johnnie checked his phone. "says it should be here in like 4 minutes."

"That's 4 more minutes of sleep I could've gotten." he complained. "But, thank you for caring, cutie pie. my husband is so sweet."

Johnnie glanced at him, laughing. "husband?"

Jake ignored him and followed me out of the door into the living room. I sat on the couch, playing a game on my phone as we waited for food. as soon as johnnie had left the room because the doorbell rang, Jake turned to me.

"it looks like you have a little crush." Jake stated, wiggling his finger.

"what are you talking about?"

"no one gets that close to a friend in 4 days, y/n. it's so obvious." he rolled his eyes.

"I don't like him, we just kinda clicked."

"I'll be reminding you of that at your wedding." He replied with a dorky smile.

I rolled my eyes. "okay, jake." he kept looking at me, as if he was waiting for me to admit I did. "what?"

"it's not good to lie." he smirked as johnnie walked back into the room with food.

I flipped jake off. Johnnie looked up at me and passed me what I had ordered, same with jake.

after jake had taken a few bites, I commented, "I hope you choke."

"on what? dick? mmm, that's your job, sweetie."

I scoffed. "wow, you're such a slut."

he gave me the look, saying "I know you aren't talking right now" with his eyes.

I rolled my eyes and continued to eat my own food.

"what's up with you today?" johnnie asked me.

"well, I need to go home and clean my fucking apartment cause it's dirty as fuck. but, that's really it. what about you guys?"

"were recording today." Jake answered with a mouth full of food.

Johnnie looked a little shocked.

"recording?"

"yeah, we're youtubers." Jake explained.

"and musicians." Johnnie added bashfully.

"damn, that's cool as fuck. are you guys big?"

"yes ma'am." Jake replied with an accent I couldn't make out.

"oh, shit. I'll have to look for you guys then." I smiled. "I'm your new number one fan."

jake smiled sweetly. "why, thank you, m'lady."

[joshuahonggf]

22:23 [y.jh]

fluff. domesticity (?). slightly suggestive cause they make out and stuff. no pronouns used. word count: 1.4k.

a/n: alright this is my first time writing ever and I would love your honest opinion on this fic. criticism is much appreciated. tell me where I can work and be better. and if you liked it do let me know!!

"this is an announcement for flight 246 to Nice-" thump. putting down the suitcase on the floor, you try to look for a sign pointing towards the exit gate. "sorry. excuse me. entschuldigung." stumbling through the crowd you finally make your way out the gates of berlin brandenburg airport.

it's 9:00 pm now, your flight was supposed to reach at 6 in the evening. you were supposed to be in the hotel lobby by 7:30 waiting for your lover's return from the ysl fashion show. you were supposed to give him the best surprise but of course the universe had other plans.

five weeks. five excruciating weeks of you both not being able to see each other. he was busy with his comeback and touring in japan while you worked overtime at your office and were called for an impromptu work trip.

only so much love can be conveyed through good morning texts and tri-weekly video calls, you longed to be in his arms again, to run your fingers through his hair, to kiss him senseless.

in the next few minutes, you managed to get a taxi, explain to the driver where you were headed and ask for jeonghan's room number from seungkwan. the berlin cityscape soon came into view. loud honks, streams of people crossing the roads at a time and bright lights of the shops reflecting on the wet asphalt. all that noise might have irritated someone who was on a flight for over thirteen hours but the only thing on your mind was jeonghan. your hannie.

you were only a few minutes away from the hotel when you noticed a little flower shop. jeonghan always returned from a trip with flowers in hand to surprise you. flowers for my prettiest flower. he would lean in and steal a kiss, a light chuckle falling from his lips when he saw the astonished look on your face. it was only fair to return the favour this time round.

asking the driver to stop the car, you paid the fare and jogged towards the flower shop. it seemed as if the storm due to which your flight got delayed wasn’t enough because it started drizzling again.

the chime of a small bell signalled your presence, the florist busy fluffing out the hydrangeas looked up from the counter, "how may I help you?" "a small bouquet of your freshest flowers please", you asked with a smile. the florist gave you a small smile and made her way to the countertop where many flowers were spread out. gathering a few white roses in his hands he asked you, "will these do?" white always looks good on hannie. "yes please." 

after paying the required amount you made your way through the drizzling rain to the hotel. your clothes and hair damp and you were certain that you'd be met with a slight headache the coming morning because of it. 

the hotel gate soon came into view, your luggage trolley rolling beside you as you entered the lobby. "hi! there should be a reservation for a room under the name ms. y/n l/n." the receptionist quickly completed the formalities and gave you your key. you knew you would be spending the night with jeonghan but taking these precautionary steps were necessary to a) not jeopardise his career and b) surprise him without any hiccups in the way.

you got into the elevator and pressed the button to your floor. quickly walking to your room, you opened the door and pushed your luggage inside hastily. not even caring to put it out of the doorway. you brushed your hair and fixed up your makeup in an attempt to look more presentable before making your way next door. thankfully the room right next to jeonghan was free and you booked it without any second thoughts.

the watch on your wrist read 10:20. the sky had cleared up and the moon was out, insects chirped in the cool humid night. yes it was late but you hoped jeonghan hadn't gone to bed yet. 

knock knock knock.

"mr. yoon?" you called out, waiting for his response. then again he did have quite an eventful day so maybe he was tired and went to bed early- 

a faint sound of him uttering "coming" was heard and you couldn't keep the smile off of your face and the door flew open just a second later.

there he was in all his barefaced glory. your jeonghan. his eyes almost popped out his sockets the moment his brain registered that it was you who was standing in front of him and before he could ask any questions, you jumped, wrapping your arms around him with bouquet in hand, hugging him with all your might, careful to not smush the flowers.

the watch read 10:23 when you were in his arms.

"i missed you so much hannie." your voice was muffled due to your face being planted on his chest. "what are you doing here?" was all he could come up with. his heart still refusing to believe that it is you in flesh standing in front of him, hugging him, and not just his mind trying to play tricks on him.

"i was done with work quicker than expected and took a week off just so I could come see you" unwrapping yourself from him, you presented him with the white roses. "surprise love!!" 

jeonghan looked at the bouquet and then back at you. and all he wanted to do at that moment was to kiss you. so he did. bringing one of his hands behind your neck, he leaned in. your faces so close you could feel his breath on your lips. "you're the best thing that ever happened to me, did you know that?" he whispered before smashing your lips together.

his lips, soft and supple, greedily moving against yours. pouring all his pent up love, longing and frustration into your mouth as if it is the first and last time he is kissing you. hot chocolate. that's what he tasted like.

he pulled you into the room. one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. "jeonghan" you whimpered his name against his lips, shutting the door with your foot. one hand still holding the bouquet and the other tangled in his silky hair. you wanted more of him. you always do. but before you could he pulled away, noticing the flowers that you still held and taking them from you.

"the flowers look beautiful my darling" he put them on the countertop. finally looking at you as you stood a few feet away from him, taking you in fully. "you're wet" he noticed your damp hair and clothes. "it was raining when I walked to the hotel after buying the roses. it's only a few drops, don't mind me." you said with a small smile.

jeonghan ever the worrier wasted no time in fussing over you. "why would you get off the cab in pouring rain just to buy me flowers? you know you get sick easily" he takes off your blazer, hanging it to air dry. "now take off your clothes". 

fingers fiddling with the button on your shirt you said with a smirk on your face "mr yoon if you wanted me naked you could've just said so" an exasperated sigh leaves his mouth "you know I didn't mean it like…but now that you say it" he brings a towel from the bathroom, drying your hair gently and helping you shed off your shirt. "I am not that opposed to it" he hums while planting a kiss on your neck. "that tickles" you throw your head back giggling.

you lost your pants mere seconds after that, jeonghan putting your outside clothes into the laundry bag,"come on, let's get you bathed and into my shirt. I'll order you some soup later."

you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. his warm hands automatically finding their place on your naked waist. you leaned up and peered at him innocently through your eyelashes, just admiring his face. you reached up his ear and whispered cheekily "only if you care to join me."

he groaned out, "I clearly didn't miss you being such a tease." to which you only replied with a smile. picking up the towel you walked backwards to the bathroom "alright then i'll be getting the shower ready" and winked at him before disappearing from his sight.

all jeonghan did was thank his lucky stars that he had you in his life before making his way to the bathroom, "oh you are so in for it."

[swampstew]

Hey 👉👈😔🧎 hope you're doing well and staying hydrated,if the requests are open and u feel cool writing this ,I will be straight forward asking this🧍 can you write Maybe headcanons for Killer or law or Katakuri,,,,,, with Thier s/o first time riding Thier faces🧍🙏 , I'm down bad for these guys lately 😔 just imagine Killer trusting you nd loving you nd letting u just ride his pretty face,,,🤌🤌🤌🤌or Katakuri Begin careful with his teeth,,, Or law just cuz he hot nd I like his face ngl😔😔😔,,,,ight ,,feel free to ignore this if it's too much!

Hi @owlight you little deviant <3 I like your straightforwardness, I will give you all three of ya mans cause I'm fond of you (despite your fishy shenanigans.) You want face riding? You got it. Buckle up buckaroo.

CW: Spicy; AFAB reader; face riding headcanons; pussy eating; oral sex and masturbation; consent is applied wholeheartedly.

Minors DNI - you will be blocked

The first time Killer suggested that you sit on his face was after an intense battle with the Marines. His blood was surging and all he wanted was to have you close to him. Coincidentally, this was also the first time Killer allowed you to see him without the mask. He called it a trust exercise; you'd get to see his face, from your place above him as he ate you out.

You were hesitant at first, not entirely on board in being in such a position but Killer is nothing if not a smooth talker. It took him less than 5 minutes to convince you. Next think you know, you're in his bed naked and he's coaxing you over. Killer was still clothed as you crawled over his lap. Once your face was close, he gently slid his mask off - ruffling his hair to smooth out the helmet hair. You reach out and run your fingers through his soft mane, taking him in. He was everything, words die on your tongue because none would do justice to how beautiful every single feature is. You only get 30 seconds to admire him before he flops down, pulls his hair back, and as if you weigh NOTHING - he grabs under your thighs and lifts you up and on his face. Rude tbh.

Killer is very experienced and it shows. He lavishes you, praises you, worships you as he defiles your core with his tongue. Teeth gently nipping here and there; lips planting kisses around your sex. You admit being in this position had its advantages in spite of it being new for you. Body struggling to stay upright as you keen and squirm and jerk. You leak all over his surprisingly soft goatee hair.

He is quite skilled with his tongue, twisting and thrusting inside you, slurping and flicking your clit. When he sucks on your bundle of your nerves, you swear you feel closer to nirvana. His hands keep your thighs open as you ground down on his face, your hands fisting the mattress as you push down on him so greedy for more of him. His fingers dig into your flesh as you begin to convulse on him, snickering into your core as he doubles his efforts until you cry out in pleasure. 9/10 head game.

You hadn't seen Law emerge from his office in what felt like weeks but then he suddenly appeared in the kitchen as you were pouring yourself a cup of coffee. His lanky body draped over yours as he stole your cup and whispered in your ear, leaving your face red. Enigmatic son of a gun sprung face riding on you, what are you gonna do, say no?! Obviously not, so with a shit eating smirk plastered on his stupid, hot face as he leads you to his private cabin quarters.

Law's body is long in a way you didn't appreciate before you realized as you lay in bed with him, making out in the tight quarters with soft music playing in the background. He pulls you up on his body, trying to position you the way he wants. You rip his hat off his messy hair and toss it off the bed, his gray eyes light up in laughter as he watched it bounce of the mattress. Slim fingers press against your ass as he pushes you forward, the hairs of his goatee tickle your thighs as you slide on to his face. His earrings feel cold against your heated skin.

You watch him wet his lips and kiss your clit before he slips out his tongue. It's long, slender and strong as it presses against your core, swiping up to lick you up and down. You knew that he was an excellent french kisser but holy fuck could he french kiss your pussy. Man is having a gourmet dinner and you are the meal. Badahh bah bah bahh - he's lovin it.

Law openly laughs as you begin to desperately grind on his face, the tip of his nose pressed against your clit, shaking his face from side to side quickly to increase stimulation, making you cry out and arch back. Your head tilting backwards allows you to see that Law has been jerking himself off while he was eating you. What a talented man, is your final thought as the tension inside you snaps and you cum against his tongue. 8/10 kinda messy eater.

It took Katakuri ages to feel comfortable requesting this of you. It had taken him almost a year to remove his scarf in your presence! It was one of his best traits, his shyness. Crazy right? That The Katakuri could be shy...bashful even. One thing he definitely is - the sweetest man alive. You've never wanted for anything, he had you covered in every department - even in the bedroom despite the drastic size difference. There was also his sharp teeth to consider, watching him lick them as he watched you undress. Then you watched something that's for your eyes only...you watch Katakuri recline on to his back and beckon you forward.

Hiking up his body is not a figurative metaphor, it's literal but he so worth the cardio. You get to hold on to his hand as you climb though and that feels so nice, he's such a gentleman. His smile is honest-to-god so beautiful. It's so nice to seem him look so happy, gleeful, not a single crease of worry on as you settle over his face. His hands hold on to your legs carefully, his fingers doing their best to be a buffer between your skin and his sharp teeth.

Even though he can see into the future, that first swipe of his tongue is cautious and exploratory, eyes inspecting your face and body for ANY sign of pain or discomfort. When all he receives in response is a breathy sigh and grin on your face, he smiles and gives a second, cautious but more confident swipe up your sopping core. His tongue is large and heavy against you and you can't help but keen into the texture of his wet muscle. Katakuri can't help but smile widely when you keep doing it - he knew it was coming but it was still a treat to see it play out in real time. He'd been dreaming, thinking, wishing on this day to come but he'd been to nervous to actually do anything about it. Not until he contemplated asking you one day and his future sight told him you'd say yes. Then he had panicked and ran to his siblings for advice on eating pussy.

Katakuri is a dedicated man - once his siblings gave their advice, he did research like a nerd and then practiced on stuffed dolls. The stuffed dolls he had been gifting you randomly over the better part of a month. Presently he is showing off all he learned on your pulsing pussy as you cry out and grab his face as you buck into him, thighs squishing down on his jaw as you try to climb him again for more stimulation. You were getting to rowdy so for your own good, he applies all his focus on slurping and sucking your clit like a vacuum until your toes curl and you screech out in wanton pleasure, triggering him to pull off and stick his sinful tongue in you. Katakuri doesn't ease up - he plunges in and finds your g-spot like a heat seeking missile. You come undone a few seconds sooner than his foresight foresaw, clenching on his tongue as you cream around it. Tears leaking from your eyes as your body shakes in the afterglow of your orgasm, he eases you off his face and though your eyes are bleary, you don't miss the way his tongue laps up the juices on his face and chin. 10/10 King of Cream

[kikiwritesfanfic]

The Lovebug Virus - Chapter 3: Moon

Yandere! Sun and Moon x Reader

AO3 || Masterlist || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

*****

Wow, your second day, and you're already screwing this job up, huh?

You rush around your room, digging through all of your dirty clothes to find your uniform. Somehow in the few days since your first shift, you already managed to lose your shirt, stain your pants, and sleep in. Plus, since you have the morning shift, you can't ask Kat to help you look, because she's definitely still asleep. She barely wakes up before 9 for her first class of the day, so there's no way she'll be willing to get up at 5:30 to help you look for a stupid shirt.

"Finally!" you exclaim in triumph as you pull the soft yellow shirt from the side of your bed. Now you remember, of course - you had fallen asleep in it when you got home from your first shift and woke up in the middle of the night. You were too lazy to put it in the laundry basket across the room, so you took it off without getting out of bed. You really need to stop doing that.

You rush to the bathroom and change, shove your messy hair into a ponytail, and speed through giving your face a wash. Then you grab your little backpack (you hate purses, so you've always gotten those little themed backpacks for your wallet and keys), and head out to the car. 

On the way to the Pizzaplex, you blast your favorite song and race against the clock on your dash. If you play your cards right, you can probably be there just in time, so you press down on the gas a little more, testing your luck with possible cops around.

By some miracle, you manage to burst through the employee entrance of the daycare and clock in a minute before your shift starts. You sigh a breath of relief and lean on the security desk for a moment to catch your breath. 

"Sunbite, is that you?" you hear Sun call from somewhere on the opposite side of the daycare. You lift your head and call back out.

"Yeah, I just got here! I was almost late, believe it or not," you admit, walking back out from behind the security desk and seeking out the animatronic. You cross the daycare and furrow your brows in confusion. I swear his voice was coming from over here, you think to yourself. Then you hear him again, but this time from above you.

You crane your neck to look up at the balcony decorated like a castle tower, and gasp as Sun waves to you, before jumping and plummeting into the ballpit below. "Sun!" you scream, running up to the ballpit wall and looking down at the sea of rainbow orbs below. The yellow animatronic pops up unscathed, sending you yelping and flying backwards. You trip and land on your ass, suddenly grateful the entire daycare is covered in soft mats. A string of curses fly from your mouth nonetheless.

"Oh I'm sorry, Sunbite! I didn't mean to scare you," Sun says, rushing over to you and helping you back up.

"It's fine, Sunny," you assure him, placing a hand to your chest to calm your racing heart. "But why on earth did you do that?" 

Sun's rays shrink back into his head, just like they did on your first day. So he can feel embarrassment? "I've just... always done that," he admits sheepishly. He pauses for a long while, staring at the floor next to you like he's lost in thought. But just before you're about to ask him what he's looking at, he speaks again and in a softer tone. "I-I should have told you first, though. I didn't mean to frighten you."

You finally feel as though you've caught your breath, so you smile up at him. "Now that I don't feel like I'm having a heart attack," you start, laughing slightly. "That was a pretty cool trick."

Sun's face lights up, and his rays return to normal. "You really think so?" he asks. "I have other things I can show you if you'd like! Sometimes I do these flips when I'm still in the air, or even-"

"As much as I'd like to see you drop thirty feet into a children's ball pit again, we kinda have to get the daycare ready for said children to actually be here," you interrupt hesitantly. But instead of looking disappointed like you thought he would, Sun somehow beams brighter. 

"Oh my gosh, yes we do! I have to teach you how we get everything ready!" he skips over to the front desk with you in tow. "So, you clocked in, right?" You nod. "Great! Then you have to look at what is for breakfast today, and make sure the order is being prepared," he continues. 

You walk back around the desk to the computer and scan the screen for anything indicating meals in the daycare. You notice a little icon labeled "Daycare Food Menu" and click on it. A page with a little pink and white bear that looks like a mini version of the face of the company appears, and you smile. 

"Found it," you state. "Looks like the kids get banana slices, scrambled eggs, and orange juice today." You continue to scan the page and read that the meal is being prepared in the kitchens right now. "Oh cool! So you get to see real-time updates about each of the meals?" Sun nods, and you sit back in the desk chair, baffled. "The sheer amount of coding and programming that goes into this place is insane," you mumble, but somehow Sun still understands.

"Of course, Sunbite! There's a lot of working parts to this place, and more programming means less room for human error!" he says, shoving his index finger into the air as if reciting a project speech for school. You are still stuck on how he heard you when you spoke so quietly though.

"You understood what I just said?" you ask. Sun looks at you, confused for a moment. 

"Oh, you mean that I understood you even though you mumbled?" You nod slightly. "We've got special protocols for understanding kids even when they're quiet! Sometimes kids are just soft speakers, and we also have to understand them when they're crying." He stares at your look of amazement and laughs. "You sure do seem to like coding and programming, huh?" he teases.

Your cheeks heat up against your will, so you force yourself to look back down at the computer screen. Stupid, now he probably thinks you're just a nerd with nothing better to do. "Uh, yeah... I'm actually going to school for it right now." Sun leans his elbows on the desk, turning his head so his eyes are right above the monitor you're looking at. Something about his look sends a shiver down your spine, so you quickly stand from your seat and change the subject. "Anyways! We still have other things to do, right?" you say, stretching your arms above your head and avoiding eye contact.

"Of course! We have to pick a craft for the day!" he says, bounding back towards the other side of the daycare.

*****

"Okay kids, it's almost naptime, so lets clean up our messes and get ready to eat some lunch!" you call out in what Sun has deemed as your 'teacher voice'. The kids start screaming in excitement, and one of the younger ones tugs on your pant leg. You squat down and smile kindly at her. "Yes, Evelyn?"

She clings onto one of the plushies, looking up at you with big eyes. "What's for lunch today?" she asks timidly. You pretend to look around to see if anyone is looking before leaning down and whispering to her like it's a secret.

"I heard we're having macaroni and cheese." You stand back up and the girl bounces up and down excitedly, running back over to the area she was just playing at to convince the other quieter kids to join in cleaning. 

Sun appears next to you, head tilted slightly in curiosity. "What did you just tell her?" he asks. "Little Evelyn never wants to clean."

"That we're giving them mac n' cheese for lunch," you say nonchalantly, attempting to hide your triumphant attitude. Sun gives a disbelieving laugh before continuing his rounds singing the clean-up song while you head over to the security desk to make sure the meal is on its way. The screen reads that it's here already, to your surprise, so you walk over to the entrance to retrieve it from one of those creepy staff bots. You don't know why, but they just look so unsettling. If it weren't for the fact that their existence meant that you didn't have to walk all the way across the Plex to grab the children's meals, you'd put in a complaint about changing the way they look. 

Sun settles the kids on the larger mat next to the playstructure while you set up the tables. You suggested that he put on a puppet show to entertain the children for the few minutes it takes you to set everything up, but it seems like Sun is physically incapable of being anything less than energetic and loud. Another wave of high volume laughter erupts from the children as Sun continues his puppet storytelling. 

After a few minutes, the food is set up and Sun dismisses the kids one by one to sit down and eat. Once they are all settled, Sun joins you at the security desk. "Oh Sunbiiite," he singsongs, leaning on his elbows on the desk. You look up from the computer screen and flash him a toothy grin. "How much longer are you going to be here?"

"Uh, well I've got to clock out and eat lunch myself in a minute," you admit. "But I'll be back and here until 2." The yellow animatronic looks crestfallen, his rays shrinking back into his head.

"Oh, okay," he says sorrowfully. "I was hoping to get in a game of hide and seek with you and the kids today, but I guess I missed my chance."

"Oh, naptime doesn't end until 2:30, huh? So the kids will still be sleeping when my shift ends," you realize. "Well, there's always tomorrow, right?"

Sun perks back up and smiles. "Yeah, tomorrow!" He slinks back towards the children because some are starting to finish their meals. "It's a date!" 

You chuckle to yourself as you begin walking back over to the employee entrance. As you exit the daycare and walk back out into the main entrance of the Pizzaplex, you feel a warmth spread through your body as you think about the situation you're in. Sun is so utterly happy - how could anyone ever dislike an animatronic like him?

The sound of excited chatter hits your ears as you step out into the main entrance hall, wandering around and up the stairs so you can get to the atrium. That's where all the food is, and since you were running late this morning, you didn't get the chance to pack any lunch.

After wandering aimlessly for what felt like an hour, you finally settle on grabbing some simple mexican food from El Chip's with your designated Staff Pass and head back in the direction of the daycare. You check your "complimentary Fazwatch" to make sure you have enough time to eat, but are rather surprised to see that you had, in fact, wasted most of your lunch break just trying to find food. 

Spectacular job, stupid. You hadn't eaten breakfast, and now you're not going to be able to eat lunch. All because you're physically incapable of just looking at a damn map.

You give an exasperated sigh as you shuffle through people to get back to the daycare as quickly as possible. Down a flight of stairs, shuffle through more people, down another flight of stairs, around a corner, up stairs this time, and finally, you make it back to the daycare with about... five minutes left of your lunch break. You slip back into the daycare as quietly as possible and tiptoe back to the security desk.

Setting the bag of food down in the one space free of computer monitors (why are there so many anyways?), you pull one of the office chairs forwards and take a seat. At the top of the bag is the chips and salsa, but you decide you'd rather spend your few minutes scarfing down as many bites of the bean and cheese burrito as possible before you have to clock back in. 

About three bites in, you realize that your surroundings are being covered in a soft red glow. You look up from your food and startle at the sight of red animatronic eyes looking down at you quizzically. Your poor burrito ends up on the floor as you leap from the office chair, sending it flying backwards. "Who the fuck are you?" you yelp, instinctively balling your hands into fists and raising them to defend yourself. 

"Okay first of all, seriously?" the animatronic says in a hushed voice, looking out towards all the children sleeping soundly on the mat. "The children are sleeping." You eye the animatronic out of fear, but take in its appearance nonetheless. It has the same face shape as Sun - in fact, the entirety of it looks just like Sun, but themed like the night. His red and yellow pants have been swapped for dark blue ones with yellow stars. He wears a matching nightcap, and the metal of his body seems to have changed from tan and yellow to gray and blue. 

"Secondly," it continues, turning back towards you. "Are you seriously asking who I am?" His red eyes seem to change from being completely red, to having small red pinpricks surrounded by black. You nod, and the animatronic rolls his head around in the most attitude you've ever seen from a robot. He turns to the side and speaks to seemingly nothing, saying "And you actually like this human?" He puts a hand to his face and sighs, turning back to you. "I'm Moon, Sun's counterpart. You know, the one up on all the posters everywhere? I handle the naptime routine."

You finally lower your hands and relax slightly. "So, where's Sun at then?" you question, looking around to see if he's off somewhere, waiting impatiently for the kids to be awake again. 

"Nobody told you about this, wow," Moon says in absolute disbelief. You look back to him as he explains. "Starlight, I am Sun. Or, well, more like he's in my head. We're two AIs in one body. The lights in the daycare are on a timer, just like we are. So when the lights go out, we transform into me. And when the lights come back on, you'll see Sun again."

"I swear I find out something new and absolutely insane about the programming of this damn Pizzaplex every hour," you mutter, leaning over to inspect the damage to your burrito. "But you know, you didn't have to sneak up on me," you accuse.

Moon scoffs. "You would have seen me coming a mile away if you weren't busy having such an... intimate moment with that burrito," he retorts. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

"Well, I was running out of time for my lunch break," you say, picking up the ruined food and throwing it in the trash beneath the desk. "Not that that matters now," you say under your breath.

"You should probably clock back in," the blue animatronic says over his shoulder as he saunters back towards the mat all of the children are sleeping on. You whisper a curse or two as you rush back over to the main computer, and clock yourself back in a few seconds before the clock signals the end of your lunch break. 

Sighing, you shove the chips and salsa back into the bag and under the desk to be retrieved later. At least you can snack on that during your drive home. You make your way over to the sleeping children, looking for Moon again because you can't help all the questions now forming in your head. Suddenly, everything was starting to make sense. Sun referring to you as 'our Sunbite', Kat calling him 'the boys', and even the constant referring to them as.. well, 'them'.

You look around the sleeping toddlers but can't seem to see Moon at all amongst them. But then a familiar red glow appears from behind you, so you turn to find him hanging upside down from some kind of wire. Your face lights up as you make another realization. "So that's what the little loop on your back is for," you say, smiling. Moon tilts his head in curiosity, seemingly taking in your words with disinterest.

"Sun gets too tangled up in it, so I'm the only one that uses it," he brags, crossing his arms across his chest. But then he flinches, placing one of his hands to his head and spinning around so he's right side up. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he says, touching his feet back to the ground and disconnecting from the wire. 

You give him a puzzled look. "Sorry for what?" Moon's red eyes look down at you. 

"I was talking to Sun," he says matter-of-factly. If your further confusion wasn't an indicator that Sun didn't really tell you a whole lot, then you don't know what will be. The blue animatronic slinks over to an empty mat a bit away from the children, but still allowing him to see all of them. He sits down and pats the ground next to him, so you join him on the floor.

"Okay, so clearly my incompetent brother hasn't told you a single thing about us," he starts, which you find yourself feeling defensive about.

"Well, he hasn't really had time to talk to me about a whole lot," you say, looking down at your hands. Moon is silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Sun says thank you, but that he does apologize for not saying something to you about me."

You look up at him, amazed. "So wait, can you guys hear everything when the other is out?" you ask. Moon shrugs and leans his back on the playstructure. 

"Not everything. We can hear and see everything the other does if we want. But we can also sort of... Back away? I guess the best way to describe it is that it feels how you humans feel when you sleep," he explains, looking back out at the kids. You turn your body so that it's facing him. 

"Do you know how absolutely astonishing of a discovery that is?" you ask. You can't even begin to fathom how that coding works, or how one would even go about programming it to begin with. Two separate AIs in one animatronic? That's just wild! 

"Sun said you have a thing for programming," Moon says, chuckling. "Guess he wasn't lying." He sits up and leans closer to you, his eyes slowly shifting back to being fully red. "So what does that make you want to do, hm?" he asks as you slowly lean backwards. He continues his pursuit. "Do you want to pick apart our servos, dig through our circuit boards? Find out what makes us tick?" You fall back on your elbows, but hold your gaze with him as he towers over you.

"Do I want to look at your coding and programming? Yes," you admit. But then you smile. "However, I am in no position to do such a thing when all I do is work here as a daycare attendant."

Moon chuckles darkly, now above you on all fours. "You're different," he says simply. He pulls away from you, sitting back down with his back against the play structure. "I like that."

You sit back up and tilt your head slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

"Nobody really talks to us besides the children."

"Oh," is all that you can think to respond with. So your first assumption was correct. Nobody interacts with them. They are secluded from the rest of the Pizzaplex, and if what Sun said before was true, then they don't ever leave the daycare. Or wait, Sun had said that��he doesn't leave the daycare. So does Moon? 

You look back at him, taking in his design in more detail. You realize that the yellow stars on his dark blue hat and matching pants are glowing slightly. Moon notices you staring and chuckles again. "Is there something you want?" 

You feel your cheeks warm again. "N-No, sorry. I mean, it's just weird that you two are the only animatronics like this. Why did they decide to put two AIs in the same robot? They could have just made two of you."

Moon scoffs. "This is Fazbear Entertainment we're talking about. They don't spend an extra penny on anything if they don't have to. And even then, they'll drag it out until the last second."

"Guess that's true," you sigh. "Still, doesn't being in the same body cause... issues?"

Moon finally shifts to settle his red eyes back on you. He stares at you for a long moment in silence, and you wonder if Sun is saying something to him. "No, it doesn't," he says curtly, turning back to the kids. Something about the way he answers makes you think he might be lying, but still, you drop the subject. 

"So what do you normally do during naptime?" you ask.

"Exactly what we're already doing."

You look back out at the little sleeping mounds. "You never play games or anything while they sleep?" Moon shrugs. "Well that sounds boring," you state, getting up and walking over to the supply closet to quietly pull out some craft paper and scissors. Moon looks up at you as you reappear in front of him and place the crafting supplies down. 

"I don't color, that's Sun's thing," he quips, crossing his arms across his chest. 

"Well then it's a good thing I wasn't planning on coloring, isn't it?" you retort, and he finally smiles, leaning forward to watch you inquisitively. You cut the paper into little strips lining them up based on color, Moon staring the entire time. After a while, his curiosity gets the best of him.

"What are you making?" he questions.

"You'll see," is all you respond with, now picking up one of the strips and folding it intricately. Finally, you fold the last part over and hold it up to Moon. It's an origami star. The first of many. He seems genuinely in awe for a second, taking it from your hands gently. He turns it over, inspecting it carefully.

"How did you do that?" he asks as you pick up another strip and begin folding it now.

"All that AI and they never programmed you to know origami?" you tease, handing him one of the strips. He smiles.

"I told you, cheapskates."

*****

A/N: Yay, Moony is here now! Also Y/N is kinda stupid for never paying attention to the Moondrop posters around. Although I guess since there quite literally aren't any posters or TVs that have his ad inside the actual play area of the daycare, if you're not looking for them you probably won't see them. ANYWAYS, did Moon meet your standards? He's a bit more closed off than Sunny is, but I promise he will warm up to you! Slow burn, remember?

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Patience Is A Virtue

Warnings: 18+, Mature content, not for minors, strong sexual scene

Um…so. My first smutty post here. I hope ya’ll like it. Featuring Jushiro Ukitake, my husband since 2012 ^_^

Word Count: 605 Pairing: Ukitake X female reader Summary: Ukitake values many things in life, but patience is the most important.

His lips are at your ear and it feels like the whole room is a sauna. Sweat drips down your forehead and body. 

You couldn’t stand it anymore.

The teasing had gone on for a while. You can’t understand how he is so calm, his skin cool against yours.

“Ju…Jushiro,” you whimper as his thumb gently plays with the knot of nerves between your folds. 

“Hmm?” He leisurely kisses your neck and brings his head down to your nipple. A moan escapes your lips as he gently sucks, putting the right amount of pressure as his thumb keeps up a steady, circular motion. 

He pulls away from your nipple. “Yes my sweet flower?”

“I…can you…” You can barely get the words out. You feel the peak building slowly, the tension slowly coming to a crescendo. The nerves around your clit had already had gentle spasms but you were waiting for the big one. 

“Shh..I know. I know. But trust me. A little bit of patience can make things so much better…”

You almost cry with frustration but you don’t dare say anything to stop it. 

So close…

You feel your entrance wet with anticipation, and it keeps spasming on nothing. You need something to fill the void. 

“Can…you please…”

“A little longer y/n. You can do that right? For me?”

This softly dominating side of his was the best and worst thing you’ve ever experienced. If he had been into the rough, it would have been easier because you could have yelled and swore at him. But Jushiro Ukitake was not a rough man. His requests were gentle, and you can’t find the will to say no or demand things from him. Because when he started, he took his time, and nothing in the world could rush him, even if you were begging.

“Not yet, my sweet flower. I know your body. You’ll enjoy it much more if you hold on for another minute…I promise…I know…A little patience my dear…it’ll happen…I promise you it will…”

Your entrance was spasming now, begging for something to grip onto. Noticing this, he softly inserts one of beautiful long fingers, followed by another. The relief was so profound you gasp loudly, letting him fill you, the muscles clenching desperately around his digits. 

“Almost…another minute…Count now …58…57…”

You count down in your head. At about 40 seconds, you feel him move and before you could understand, you feel his tongue press against your clit. You whole body arches into his mouth, and he puts a hand on your hip to hold you in place.

Steady.

You will your thighs to stay open, moaning loudly. His tongue moves in time with his fingers, which he curves upward against your walls, hitting the right spot inside you. 

31…30…29…

His tongue moves according to the seconds. Your face is flushed and your body is ripe for a climax.

10…9…8…

“Ah…”, your moaning grows louder. “Jushiro…”

3…2…1

Wave after wave of gentle pleasure breaks over you.The breath is stolen from your mouth as you ride it. Every part of you is aching with the pleasure he brought. His tongue keeps moving until you rode the last wave, feeling your spasming calm down. Once he’s sure you’re done, he places a soft, tender kiss to your clit and comes back up to your mouth. He kisses you tenderly, drawing you close to his body. 

“How was it?”

“Amazing.”

“I told you. You’ll learn.” He pushes strands of hair away from your face. “Patience is important in everything.”

All you can do is chuckle weakly as he pulls you in for another kiss. 

[allthefandomthings55]

Life in the Limelight

Chapter 4

Y/N POV

Friday night 10 PM

I’ve already sent my security home for the night and am sitting at my kitchen table having a glass of white wine when my phone rings. I look down to see the name Spencer Reid. I answer the call, “Hello Spencer. What’s up?”

“Hi, Y/N uh nothings up per se, but I was calling to tell you that I, uh, I can make our brunch thing tomorrow if you were still up for it?”

“Still up for it? Absolutely! I mean did everything work out with work?”

“Oh yeah we found them or her rather.”

“Wow a woman? I would have never guessed that.”

“Well actually although women serial killers aren’t common they do make up about 15% of serial killers. Sorry you did not want to know that.”

“No it’s alright! That was an interesting fact. What time did we say for tomorrow again? Was it 1:00?”

“No, it was 12:30. Sorry not trying to correct you but I have an eidetic memory so I can remember pretty much everything I read.”

“Woah, that is so cool. So like you only have to read chapters once and you have them memorized?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s gotta be helpful on tests.”

“Oh it is. I mean I have three Ph. D.s and a few Masters and a couple of B.A.s”

“Oh, that’s a lot. So you’re like really freaking smart.”

“I like to think so, but that makes me sound arrogant.”

“No it doesn’t! Not when someone else is asking you. Anyways, I’m going to head to bed because I think I’ve had one too many glasses of wine to be talking to an extremely handsome guy on the phone.”

“Oh, ok yeah I will see you tomorrow. Bye.”

“Bye Spencer.” Once I hung up I realized what I said and froze for a moment. I cannot believe I said that. I finished my glass of wine and went to bed.

NEXT MORNING

I woke up at 6:30 Saturday morning and got a little excited about my brunch with Spencer today. Instead I go get ready to work out for today to get my blood flowing. I need to keep working my cardio for my upcoming tour so I start on the treadmill. After I run on the treadmill for a couple of hours I decide to hit the weights. Not much weight but many repetitions. I checked the time after I finished that and it was 9:00. Once I took a shower and only got halfway dressed for the day I went back down to my kitchen. Since it is close to my brunch, I decide just to get a cup of coffee and eat some fruit. When I was done with that I sat and relaxed for a while on my couch. I started to watch some TV. I don’t get to do that often so I took advantage of the down time while I had it. When I checked the time it was 11:00 and I figured I better get ready if I wanted to be on time. Looking through my closet, I decided to wear a black skirt with a white grid on it. I also wore a white sweater; not anything heavy, but something longsleeved that’s light. That last couple parts of my outfit should be the easiest. For my shoes I decide on a black platform that are five inches tall and a simple black handbag big enough to put my cell phone and some cash in. 

At about 12:00 I started to head to the restaurant. I leave out the back way and drove myself to the restaurant. When I get there, I park on the side and call my friend Bella who owns the restaurant. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“Oh nothing much. I was hoping that you could let me in the back so I didn’t have to deal with people staring at me?”

“Oh yeah yeah I got you. Give me a second.” After waiting just for a couple of minutes she opens the door and pops her head out. “Hey get on in here.”

I follow her in through the door, “So, I’m actually meeting someone here and I was hoping you could tell your staff to escort him to my private table? I just don’t want to make a huge commotion.”

Bella smiles at me, “You have a date don’t you!”

I shush her, “Be quiet! I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.”

“That’s not a no,” she sings quietly. 

“Ok, yes I am meeting a man here, but no it’s not a date. It’s merely brunch or more so lunch.”

“But you want it to be a date.”

“Yes, Bella, I would like it to be a date. This one is different! He doesn’t even know who I am! He came up to me at a coffee shop and we talked for an hour about the book I was reading, the book he is reading, the books we have read and want to read. Not once did he say ‘Can I get an autograph?’ or ‘Oh my got you’re global superstart Y/F/N!’ he just spoke with me like I was a normal person.”

Bella thought for a moment, “What happens when he does find out though?”

I sighed, “That’s why I’m going to tell him here and now; as long as I don’t chicken out.” Bella laughed at that, “Hey don’t laugh, I’m serious. He’s really cute and I think, well I think that he would maybe actually date me.”

Bella stared at me, “Holy shit, you’re serious,” I nodded, “well in that case I wish you good luck and I’ll be your waitress so I can keep an eye on you guys.” 

I gave her a hug, “Thank you so much. Anyways, I’m going to sit down, can you bring two glasses of water to our table?”

“You already know it! Now go sit!” Laughing you went to go sit down and texted Spencer. 

Me

Hey, I’m here. Just tell the hostess my name and they’ll bring you. 

Spencer

Perfect. I’m almost there. See you soon.

While I waited I answered a few texts and wrote down some good ideas for lyrics. “Hey,” you looked up and saw Spencer. 

“Hi Spencer! Good to see you.” 

Spencer sat down in front of you. “Good to see you too. How have you been?”

“Oh I’m good. Just a little busy. How are you?”

Spencer sighed, “I’m as good as I can be at the moment. This last case was kind of tough but we caught the woman doing it so it’s all good.”

“A woman? Interesting. Why would a woman harm other women?”

Spencer took in an excited breath, “Well, women offend for many different reasons. Assuming they aren’t psychopaths, women might offend other women because they are a surrogate for an abusive mother, a woman that got with their ex-boyfriend, or any other of that variety. However- wait nevermind, you probably don’t want to hear this.”

I stared at him in awe, “Woah, that was amazing. How did you know all of that?”

He looked surprised, “Well, I’m actually in the FBI. I’m in a specialized group called the BAU also know as the Bahvioral Analysis Unit. We get called in to different police departments when they are having trouble with killings happening.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. I mean well it’s not great that people are dying, but it’s amazing that you guys go in and help them.”

He stared at me, “Uh, yeah but that’s what I do for work, what about you?”

I cleared my throat, “I, uh, I sing.” I chickened out hardcore and decided not to tell him about my superstar status that I have. 

“Oh, well that’s fun. Do you sing at bars or nightclubs?” he asked inqusitevely. 

“Oh, uh, that’s actually where I got my start. I went from bars and nightclubs, to the opera, then to writing and producing my own music.” I was so nervous speaking that he definitely knew. 

He looked confused, “So how do you make money now?”

“Um, there’s no easy way to say this but I’m a global popstar. I make money through music. And I was really nervous about telling you this because I loved how you didn’t know me at that coffee shop and talked to me like I was a normal person and I really don’t want you to think of me differently.” I rambled out so fast I doubted he could even understand me.

He held out his hand, palm up, waiting for me to grab it and I do, “Don’t worry about that. To me, you are just that really cute girl that I met in a coffee shop reading The Odyssey in Greek.”

I looked him in the eyes, “You think I’m cute?”

He blushed, “Uh, well, I -uh yeah I do,” he stammered out. 

I smiled, “Well it’s a good thing I think you’re cute too.” He smiled at that. Bella came around and took our order and we spent the next hour talking and eating. Just getting to know each other. Although Spencer offered I told him that I’d cover the bill and he let me after I spent fifteen minutes convincing him. 

After I got to my apartment, he texted me asking if I got home alright. I responded yes and asked him the same thing and he said yes as well. I flopped on the couch just thinking that although it was unintentional, this wasn’t a horrible first date. 

[robotenjoyer69]

Resting (GLaDOS x Reader)

(Yall wanted Eepydos x rester here it is lol, theres a lot of buildup story writer brain took over)

It was 8 at night and you were finally laying down after a tough day. You were physically and emotionally drained and it was safe to assume that GLaDOS was too. You laid down and pulled the covers over your head, turning a television running nearby off and other noisy objects.

It was fairly silent in the room other than the low whirring of air conditioning. You began to shut your eyes and drift off to sleep when a loud industrial creak suddenly pulls you out of your rest. After a few minutes of staring around, you deduce its outside the room and start to nod off again. The process repeats, just as you start to feel yourself slipping into a dream a sound echoes through the walls, not loud enough to be heard over the television but enough to keep you awake in a quiet room. Maybe hoping it will stop soon, you turn over and just ignore it.

9:30 pm, it has not ceased. Enough is enough, anyone would go insane hearing creaks and bangs, and the television is just as loud so theres no point in having that on. Slowly sitting up, you recall places that are a bit more quiet. After going through a mental list, it seems like it would be much quieter in GLaDOS’s chamber, whatever construction is going on outside never happens around her chambers just because of how flawless she runs it. You put on some slippers, carry a pillow and throw your blankets over your shoulders and make the 1 minute trek to her room which was conveniently placed just a hallway away.

You enter the room, gazing out at the vast foggy pit around you. A wall panel opens and you see GLaDOS laying on the ground and the atmosphere totally dark and totally silent. You walk over and nudge her, whispering for her to awaken. After a few seconds you can hear the cooling fans in her whirring, and her eye light turns on but she doesn’t move from her resting position with her head lying horizontally and chassis scattered in the center, loosely connected bu wires. “Im guessing knocking is a thing of the past,” she said, her voice somehow more tired than usual. “I can’t sleep, can i stay in here?” You ask, she stares for a moment before rolling her eyes and sighing. “Why did i even build you living quarters if you’re not going to use it?” She groaned, you yawned. “Theres noise outside, its distracting.”

She seemed to process your words then caved it, “i’m not sure how a floor is much more comfortable but please, be my guest.” She replied and you nodded, setting down a pillow next to her and laying down so you were up against each other. You leaned up and kissed her slightly crackled white face plate near the middle close to where her golden eye was. “Good night,” you said and got comfortable laying against her smooth metal frame. Your body facing hers as she spoke softly. “You as well,” she responded and adjusted so that some of her cables laid over you. It felt like an arm lazily pulled over you, constantly pulling warmth through it. You hear her slowly power off but still feel the warmth radiating from her body, the only nearby sound is from air circulation and the small hums emitting from her systems. You close your eyes, let out a deep breath and fall asleep.

[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Harua × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack, weird considence, a smidge of angst?

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: —

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,2k

I was anxiously biting my nails while traveling on one of the last buses around this hour, deep in the night.

I can only hope I'm not too late yet.

While rushing I even forgot to bring my phone with me, instead, I left it plugged in on my bedside table... And I didn't even check the opening hours of the drugstores around me!

I hastily glanced at the time every 30 seconds, as slowly the last 10 minutes before 9 pm were ticking away right in front of me, while I was racing with time to desperately find one store that was open at this hour.

...Well, technically, I was racing with the bus's schedule contrary to the current time but whatever.

I was incredibly nervous while awaiting the last few stops.

But the reason behind it... Let me do a recap before I reach my destination, maybe time will stop while I explain?

It all started about half an hour ago; I was lazing around in my dorm room watching a film on my laptop quietly, while halfway through I started playing with my phone.

It's Saturday evening, and I was gearing up for tomorrow's long hours of studying with an easy schedule the day before... Or at least, I tried to.

Suddenly my phone's screen switched while I was playing and my friend's caller ID appeared.

I picked it up without question, immediately finding it strange that she was calling me at a time like this.

Although I had a feeling that something was up, in a negative way but I didn't let my worrying get the worst of me right away.

...Just after she started speaking into the device in a shaky tone.

Thousands of thoughts flew through my mind at that moment, the worst scenarios possible but after a second she told me this: 'My boyfriend broke up with me today.'

Oh. No.

That was one of my worst ideas!

Then she added: 'Over text.'

Holy— I didn't even think about this case, and now it was even worse!

So I knew I had to get going, this was my calling, and it was time to go and take matters into my own hands.

Time to cheer her up, and gossip about the guy until she feels better.

So, that's what I intend to do, still, in the middle of the evening; others may get ready for bed, but I get ready for the local plaza to check out drugstores.

Sounds cool, right?

I still don't understand why was a drugstore my first instinct to go there but it seemed right.

Nowadays there are healthy snacks and a couple of sodas in these places, aside from makeup and hair products and so on, so I figured I could buy everything in there.

And it's a rule that after a breakup we change ourselves for the better... So hair dye and nail polish it is!

And oh look, catching up really did help, I'm here already!

Since I didn't have my phone with me I couldn't check the time, so with a shrug I speed-runned the outline of the plaza, looking for a drugstore.

It put a small panic in me that most clothing stores were closed at this hour — not that I should be surprised by this or anything, really — but some fast food restaurants were still open, so I might have a chance.

Using an escalator I arrived at the next level of the big mall and saw the drugstore at the end of the line so with quick steps I stormed off in that direction.

But as I inched closer I saw more than half of the cover was pulled down, to protect the store for the night.

It had some small holes in it, but I couldn't see anything through them so I crouched down in my last desperate try and looked under.

The remaining open part provided some clear evidence that the light was in fact on inside the small store, so it meant that someone was still there.

So I clung to hope and voiced my concerns.

I guess it doesn't hurt, hardly anyone is around here at this hour so if I can convince a cashier or manager to let me in for 5 minutes, it's already worth it.

"Is anyone here?" I raised my voice so it echoed through the seemingly empty store for a bit until I think I heard some quiet footsteps.

My heart did a funny jump because I hoped I wasn't imagining things so I waited for a pair of legs, still looking from under the metal cover thing.

I'm sure I look ridiculous, but hey, whatever gets the job done.

I didn't have to wait long, I saw a pair of lanky legs coming my way; they were wearing comfortable white sneakers and slightly baggy, washed-out denim jeans... Also, I think I saw a glimpse of the store's logo on the shirt they were wearing so my night is either saved or dumped.

In a moment, I came face-to-face with a very handsome guy who seemed to be around the same age as me, with eager, sparkling eyes despite his evening shift, a stylish haircut, smooth skin, a cute nose, and pretty lips.

As we locked eyes he seemed surprised too, but only for a second before pulling out his typical customer smile.

"Hi, can I help you?" The greatest and awkwardest line ever said in a context like this, I almost burst a lung but managed to keep my cool in the end.

Okay, get it together, this is serious — don't forget, you're still running on high time for your friend!

And her boy problems!

"Is the store still open?" I asked with a hopeful glint in my eyes.

I didn't want to dump all my questions on him at once, so I figured before I boast to him my chaotic apology and reasoning about why I needed 2 bottles of soda, a bar of chocolate, nail polish, and crazy hair dyes at night I'll just appear a little less weird, for now.

"Well, our closing time is at 9 pm, but I'm still here so technically yes, the store is open." He flashed a cute half-smile, waiting for my next sentence.

"Is it possible for me to get in and buy a couple of last-minute things? I promise it's a maximum of 5 minutes, I know what I need." I tried to sound as determined as I could never, but I really didn't want to test his patience too much.

He seemed to be thinking through my words for a second but then he easily nodded and gave another kind smile.

Then he extended his hand in my direction under the metal wall thing and at first I gazed at him questionably, but then I accepted his help and let him pull me through the 'entrance' in a weird way.

After I was in the store I saw that truly every light was still on in the aisles, and the cashier's check looked intact as well.

"You're lucky because I usually leave the cash register to the last, so you'll still be able to pay." He chuckled while helping me to my feet and our gazes lingered on each other for a second.

It seems today he's the one on duty to close the store and make sure everything is intact before leaving... I feel lucky.

He's... cute.

"Ah, I was just in time then!" I answered enthusiastically with a giggle, then we slowly untangled our hands, his warmth leaving mine as I turned to the aisle where the hair products were.

For a while I felt his sparkling eyes on me as I skipped through the shelves, checking out only those products that I had an interest in.

There was no time to waste when my friend needed me urgently!

I gathered my thoughts and after a few minutes, I was done, heading to the cash register while opening my bag to check how much money I had on me.

Although a 15-minute bus ride was still awaiting me to arrive at my friend's place, but I felt like I was starting to see the end of this rushed journey.

I walked up to the cute guy and put my things on the rubber plate for him to beep it in.

As I glanced at him while he peacefully punched in numbers and product names to the computer beside him I saw his eyebrows furrowing, then he slowly looked up at me and a small smile was hiding in the corner of his mouth.

"You're going to a salon or something?" He chuckled adorably and I couldn't stop the blush creeping up on my neck to my cheeks as he questioned my choices.

Right, he's still a shop assistant, and he must see countless weird listings every day, but I'm sure mine is pretty questionable as of now.

I gave a short laugh before answering and averted my eyes for a second, not bothering to take out my wallet yet.

"No, I'm going to my friend's place, girl's night you know... Her boyfriend just broke up with her, so emotional support is needed." I felt a bit bad for telling him just like this, spilling a piece of my friend's personal life but I wanted to answer truthfully, since I panicked because of his reaction and I just blurted it out.

At my answer his eyes seemed to scan me over quickly, as if searching for something very thoroughly, his whole gaze shifted for a second when he seemed to think about something, but then changed back to normal.

Yeah, he definitely found that TMI weird.

I know he tried to play off his reaction with a cool vibe but I'm sure he was uncomfortable.

Sorry, cute guy.

"That's unfortunate." He nodded and quietly expressed some sort of sorrow to be empathetic but I knew it was forced. "That's all, right?" He changed the topic, mustering another shy smile in my way.

"Yep, that's all." I nodded back, paid, and quickly packed everything into my small backpack, except the delicious orange-flavored soda, because just as he started talking to me I realized how dry my throat was.

I unscrewed the top and stopped to drink, no longer feeling in such a rush.

The guy was staring at me, not moving from behind the cash register, as if wanting to say something before I leave.

I held the drink in my hand and turned to him as I felt his curious eyes on me.

We made eye contact again and he looked away for a second, then released a sigh and turned back to me, a more determined look present on his face as he spoke again.

"Ah... By the way, can I ask for your name?" In a second I noticed the nervous gradient in his soft voice but it made me giggle before I could stop myself.

"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you. And you?" I answered almost immediately with even more enthusiasm, trying to stop myself from blushing and smiling too hard.

Calm down, it's just a respectful cute guy, nothing to see here...

"...I'm Harua." He said after a moment of gazing at each other and I noticed his mouth corners lifting the same into a bunny-like grin, but the moment my brain registered his name I suddenly felt my heart drop to my stomach.

Wait, what?

I take that back, it's not nice to meet you.

...You broke my friend's heart, you monster.

I was sure my hasty reaction was visible outside as well; I felt my body grow still for a couple of seconds and my smile faltering, then freezing onto my face in a rather awkward manner, and my hands grew into fists as I held the strap of my bag.

Now I regret coming to this store, even if they had all the goods.

Damn, I didn't even know that this guy works in a place like this... This is just so unbelievable suddenly.

What did I do to deserve such Karma?

I don't know if I should even mention this to my friend, this situation is wrong on so many levels...

But by the looks of things it seems he doesn't recognize me, since he asked for my name.

I guess I never got mentioned by my name, which comes in handy right now.

Good thing, because now I have a very clear picture of him when I arrive at my friend's house.

As well as his other side that doesn't include him humiliating her like that, through text.

And I take everything back I said about him being nice, respectful, and cute.

If he broke my friend's heart like that he's far from respectful or nice.

Nor do I find him cute anymore.

....Wow, this is a mess.

I snapped out of my thoughts after about a minute of standing silently in the store, still being there instead of running out as if my life depended on it.

I didn't even know what was the last thing he said to me, the past couple of minutes turned into a blur as the emergency alarms went off in my head.

I can't stay here any longer, that one thing was for sure.

"So...Harua! Thank you for letting me in after closing hours, I really appreciate it, but now I have to run! Bye!" I recovered from my shock and blurted out everything at once, already inching towards the half-closed entrance of the drugstore.

Just pronouncing his name felt hard enough after putting the pieces together...

'And it wasn't nice meeting you!' I wish I could have said that but then I would have blown my cover.

...What a night, and the hard part had just begun!

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: One of my randomest scenarios ever, but I enjoyed it so much! And in a way, a piece of it is based on real-life events lol.

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

Tagging: @nichoswag

[piracytheorist]

Ranking SxF season 2 episodes!

So, some time ago I made a ranking of the season 1 episodes of Spy x Family, from my least favourite to my top favourite. I felt inspired a couple days ago and I thought I'd make a similar ranking of the season 2 episodes.

Mentioning again that: This is all my personal judgment heavily based on stuff I liked. You most certainly will disagree with me and that’s fine! Just don’t argue with me because that’s just personal opinions, I’m not trying to change anyone’s minds or prove anything!

And also: I chose to rank each episode by five criteria, the things I love the most about the show: 1) Humor (intentional or not), 2) Character (defining or cool moments and such) 3) Cute 4) Plot (how much development there is and how well the action is delivered) 5) Feels (of any kind).

#12, Least favourite of the season: 29. The Pastry of Knowledge/ The Informant's Great Romance Plan II

Humor: 6/10 Character: 6/10 Cute: 7/10 Plot: 6/10 Feels: 5/10

I think this is the only episode that got points removed for something I didn't like. I made some very passionate posts about it when it first aired, particularly due to how after watching it I realized I'd been treated very unfairly by some fellow fans, and thus I'm almost incapable of rewatching the first half. Yes this is about Damian bullying Anya, no I won't shut up about it.

Anyway. This is still quite a high ranking (it's higher than the three lowest from my s1 ranking), cause the humor and the cats of the second part were quite entertaining on their own. It got a few points for plot because it introduced the stakes of Anya getting low grades, and also because of the discussion between Franky and Twilight about Garden.

#11: 36. Berlint in Love / Nightfall's Daily Life

Humor: 9/10 Character: 6/10 Cute: 6/10 Plot: 5/10 Feels: 7/10

A very high humor score because I honestly doubt a single minute passed without me laughing my ass off in this one. It was so ridiculous and they loved making it so. Though having two wholly different parts, they were both fun in how they were around two characters blinded by their affection for Loid to the point they have no idea how hopeless their goals are. I just love how exaggerated it all is.

Some feels points were added for Yor talking about remembering what Loid had told her during the bench scene, and also because we get Loid being a stupid simp for his strong wife.

#10: 31. The Fearsome Luxury Cruise Ship

Humor: 7/10 Character: 8/10 Cute: 6/10 Plot: 8/10 Feels: 6/10

Reminder that this is still a high ranking. I'm just being strict in the ratings because the entire season is so good, the bar is really high!

Anyway, though I like this episode, it feels more like a passing point from the previous one to the next, compared to those specific episodes, so that's probably why it's this low. I love how the assassins plot is kicked off and we get to see some action, and character points were added for McMahon's ruthless killing of the stalker assassin.

#9: 28. Mission and Family / The Elegant Bondman / Extras

Humor: 6,5/10 Character: 9/10 Cute: 6/10 Plot: 9/10 Feels: 7/10

This is the first time I felt the need to use decimals, lol. I just feel that this episode is one of the darkest and most serious of the season, but also... Bondman's part was ridiculous (affectionate) and the omakes were great by themselves, so I felt that a mere six wouldn't do.

I'm honestly entranced by the first part. The plot and exploration of Yuri's and Perkin's characters were near damn perfect, I only wish there was a bit more beyond that episode, haha. I understand the focus needed to be in the Cruise Arc, so I feel a nine will do for this one. The feels were honestly added because I was a bit touched by Perkin's motives, and how those touched Yuri too.

#8: 30. Plan to Cross the Border

Humor: 8/10 Character: 9/10 Cute: 7/10 Plot: 7/10 Feels: 7/10

The Shopkeeper's introduction was amazing, albeit terrifying. Olka's was a little more subdued, but it was more touching. I felt both also reflected on something about Yor, so it was overall very satisfying. Due to so many introductions, plot was light (not that I minded), but Anya's scheming put up points in humor and cute. Feels points were added for Olka wanting to escape the crime underworld, and how that affected Yor.

#7: 32. Who Is This Mission For?

Humor: 8/10 Character: 8/10 Cute: 8/10 Plot: 6/10 Feels: 8/10

I'd spent the entire week before this episode aired wondering how Yor would manage fighting Barnaby, and even though I should be used to the story's wackiness by now, it still managed to surprise me and make me laugh. Also Loid will never outlive his ridiculous tourist getup. Anya was an adorable little gremlin who couldn't stop having fun, so cute points went up, and Loid managed to spend one (1) episode without going "For the mission!" once, so character and feels points went up as well.

#6: 26. Follow Papa and Mama

Humor: 9/10 Character: 7/10 Cute: 8/10 Plot: 6/10 Feels: 8/10

To be honest, I think I'm a bit strict with this one. I don't know how this story manages to make miscommunication so funny for me, but it was legitimately hilarious. The thing is, this was the only episode of the season whose manga chapter I'd already read, long ago too, and maybe my expectations for its adaptation were unrealistically high - probably also due to it being the season premiere and I'd spent ten months without my show, so I'm probably biased. Mind you, I still loved it, but this further cements my will to stay anime only.

Anyway! Character points went a bit down because I didn't feel we saw anything new, but the cute and feels persisted because of Anya's machinations and because of Yor admitting how good she felt with Loid dedicating time for her that day.

#5: 34. The Hand That Connects to the Future

Humor: 8/10 Character: 7/10 Cute: 8/10 Plot: 8/10 Feels: 8/10

A lovely, hopeful closure for Olka and the rest, Yor getting the acknowledgement she deserves, a spectacular ending of the assassins fight, high stakes with the bomb threats, and an emotional ending scene with Twilight carrying Anya to bed and then the family getting ready to meet in the resort island. Not much else to be said <3

#4: 35. Enjoy the Resort to the Fullest / Bragging About Vacation

Humor: 9/10 Character: 7/10 Cute: 9/10 Plot: 6/10 Feels: 9/10

No, I'm definitely not biased because this episode shows us the first glimpse of Twilight yearning for Yor what are you talking about.

Who am I kidding, I definitely added feels points just for that look he gave her while she watched Anya play with the sheep. The whole episode felt so relaxing and fulfilling after the intense assassins plot, especially the scene of the Forgers having tea upon returning home, that I don't mind that the second part at school feels a little exaggerated. The ending scene with Anya being surrounded by liars though is top notch.

#3: 27. Bond's Strategy to Stay Alive / Damian's Field Research Trip

Humor: 9/10 Character: 8/10 Cute: 8/10 Plot: 7/10 Feels: 9/10

Endo used Dog Cuteness! It's super effective!

Yeah, the whole adventure and the way it was presented were appropriately hilarious and we saw some more of the dynamics between Bond and the rest and I really liked that. Plot wasn't heavy but I was all wide eyes at the introduction of a truth serum, and at the second part when Mr. Green talked about people defecting to the West. Feels went up thanks to, among others, Twilight thinking he was helping Bond get his "revenge". Also, though the second part didn't do much for me, it actually felt nice to see Damian laugh innocently like the kid he really is.

#2: 37. Part of the Family

Humor: 8/10 Character: 8/10 Cute: 9/10 Plot: 8/10 Feels: 9/10

Despite the mopping wet of a dog we got here, I kinda felt this was less... humorous, or at least not focusing so much on the humor aspect. I felt it was more cute and emotional that Bond was just trying to help left and right but was only misunderstood by Twilight. The action takes the place of a plot here, and I loved it all. Some development too through Twilight realizing he can relax a bit with Bond, even though he's still in denialTM about how much he appreciates his company.

#1: 33. The Symphony Upon the Ship / Sis's Herb Tea

Humor: 8/10 Character: 10/10 Cute: 7/10 Plot: 9/10 Feels: 10/10

Yeah OH MY GOD are we surprised. Top tier shit. Excellent balance of pretty much everything in this one. The humor even in the way Yor took out some of the assassins. Her flashbacks with Yuri. The ACTION and the ANIMATION of it all. HER REALIZATION AND DETERMINATION POWERING HER THROUGH. HER LOVE FOR HER FAMILY.

Yeah wow it's really so good any eloquence evades me. Perfect. Mwah. Thank you Endo-sensei.

~

And here is the overall ranking of the episodes, from both seasons, based on the ratings I gave:

1. Operation Strix

    2. Secure A Wife

    33. The Symphony Upon The Ship / Sis's Herb Tea

    24. The Role Of A Mother And Wife / Shopping With Friends

    38. Part Of The Family

    16. Yor's Kitchen / The Informant's Great Romance Plan

    27. Bond's Strategy To Stay Alive / Damian's Field Research Trip

    14. Disarm The Time Bomb

    12. Penguin Park

   11. Stella

   21. Nightfall / First Fit Of Jealousy

   35. Enjoy The Resort To The Fullest / Bragging About Vacation

   15. A New Family Member

   9. Show Off How In Love You Are

   5. Will They Pass Or Fail?

   34. The Hand That Connects To The Future

   3. Prepare For The Interview

   26. Follow Papa And Mama

   32. Who Is This Mission For?

   13. Project Apple

   4. The Prestigious School's Interview

  30. Plan To Cross The Border

   28. Mission And Family / The Elegant Bondman / Extras

   8. The Counter-Secret Police Cover Operation

   6. The Friendship Scheme

   31. The Fearsome Luxury Cruise Ship

   25. First Contact

  23. The Unwavering Path

   18. Uncle The Private Tutor / Daybreak

   6. The Target's Second Son

   36. Berlint In Love / Nightfall's Daily Life

   20. Investigate The General Hospital / Decipher The Perplexing Code

   19. A Revenge Plot Against Desmond / Mama Becomes The Wind

  29. The Pastry Of Knowledge / The Informant's Great Romance Plan Ii

  17. Carry Out The Griffin Plan / Fullmetal Lady / Omelet Rice ♡

  22. The Underground Tennis Tournament: The Campbelldon

  10. The Great Dodgeball Plan

[robbybirdy]

Genshin Baking Therapy - Furina: Tea Infused Cake

Hello, every birdy. A while back my sister came to me and told me that she wanted a Tea infused cake with whipped cream frosting. And I was so confused on how I was going to do this. I search for what seemed like hours, days and even months. I was reading every recipe and every thing that talked about infused a cake with flavors. And I figured out that I would use a recipe that I and she was familiar with and then use that recipe.

My go to cake recipe has to be the Betty Crocker Starlight Yellow Cake. This was one of the first cake recipes that I made from scratch. 

Now onto the character in question, Furina.She was my sister’s second Fontainian character and I thought that this recipe was perfect for her, because she loves tea parties and lovees desserts. 

First, what I had to do was determine what type of tea I was going to use. I knew that we had matcha in the house. However, I also knew that this was going to be the cake that we were going to be eating at the end of the day. So Matcha was out. And I really didn’t want to fork over a lot of money to get Earl Grey tea. I rummaged through the pantry and found some Darjeeling Tea that we had had for a bit. Yes, Darjeeling is black tea, but for whatever reason it didn’t have the same effects as the matcha. 

In a pot, I poured my 1 ¼ cup milk, ½ cup butter and added about 4 tea bags and placed it on the stove top on medium heat until it was at a low boil. I transferred it to a bowl and cooled it for about 30 minutes. I didn’t want it to be so hot that it would scramble the eggs. 

For this cake I used two round 9 inch cake pans. And I greased it with cooking spray and lightly floured it. (This is helpful for taking the cake out of the pan without any tears.) 

Once your tea infused milk is room temperature you are going to start on your cake. 

Preheat your ovne to 350 F. 

Mix all of your ingredients together on low speed for about 30 seconds. Just so that everything is incorporated. 

Next, you are going to beat your batter on high speed for about 3 minutes. Scarping the bowl when needed. 

Equally pour the batter into the pans. 

Now you are going to bake your cake for 25 to 30 minutes in a 9- inch rounds. If using rectangle bake it for 35 to 40 minutes. And if you are using 8 inch rounds bake the cakes for 30 to 35 minutes. Or until a toothpick comes out clean in the center of the cake. 

Cool the cake for about 10 minutes in the rounds. Remove from pans.

The amount of time to cool your cake defers from place to place. And honestly the time of year. If you are baking this cake in January, it is going to cool faster than if you are baking this cake in August. So just remember that the temperature of your kitchen is going to affect the length of how fast your cake cools. It can take as little as 30 minutes or you can make it the day before wrap it up and then frost it the day of. 

Now we are going to be doing the frosting. 

My sister said that she wanted a whipped cream frosting. I didn’t really know how we were going to do this, because where we are from whipped cream is more expensive. But alas we were given a bunch of heavy whipping cream from a mobile food pantry. And we were so excited. 

This frosting is probably some of my favorites, because it is not as sweet as ABC (American Butter Cream) and it is not as time consuming as the Merringue buttercreams. And also can I say that Merringue buttercreams scare me. 

I just whipped up the heavy cream, added powdered sugar and a little bit of vanilla. And in minutes it was ready. 

I was going to just leave it like that, but then I remember that we had strawberries in the fridge. It was so much fun making this cake. I honestly had no idea what it was going to be like, or how it was going to taste. But in the end, my sister loved the cake, and I accomplished the goal. It tasted like a Cake with tea infused with it. 

This recipe honestly threw me for a loop. I was very unsure about how it was going to taste. I was hoping that everything would be good. And I was also hoping that it wouldn’t be another instance of the matcha cookies. Of everyone not being able to sleep because of me. And to my knowledge, nobody had any issues with the amount of caffeine that was in the cake. 

I hope that you liked this recipe.  Feel free to check it out for yourself. See you in the next post. Thank you.

[birdsaretoddlers]

IM BACK WITH TWO RECIPESSSS

Maple Nut Bars

1 cup unsalted butter

1 cup sugar

2 large eggs

2 tsp vanilla

1 cup maple syrup

1 1/3 cups flour

1 tsp baking powder

2 cups oats

1 cup shredded coconut

1 cup chopped nuts

Leave butter at room temperature to soften for about 30 minutes.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees fahrenheit.

In a large bowl, mix butter and sugar.

Beat the eggs and stir in with vanilla and syrup.

Add the rest of the ingredients and mix well.

Grease a 9” x 13” baking pan.

Pour mixture in and spread evenly.

Bake for 30 minutes.

After cooled, cut into squares.

ngl, I hate listing the ingredients on tumblr cause the fact that the numbers are really big until i continue to type keeps annoying me, lol. But I love sharing recipes so it’s fine. also wow my handwriting is so bad ANYWAYS, SECOND RECIPEEEE

Chocolate and Vanilla Loaf Cale

3/4 cup superfine sugar

3/4 cup soft butter or margarine

1/2 tsp vanilla extract

3 eggs

2 cups self rising flour, sifted

1 3/4 oz. dark chocolate

Confectioner’s sugar, to dust.

Lightly grease a 1 lb loaf pan.

Beat together the sugar and butter/margarine in a bowl until light and fluffy.

Beat in the vanilla extract. Gradually add the eggs, beating thoroughly after each addition. Carefully fold in the flour.

Divide the mixture in half. Melt the dark chocolate and stir into one half of the mixture until well combined.

Place the vanilla mixture in the pan and level the top. Spread tbe chocolate layer over the vanilla layer.

Bake for 30 minutes or until springy to the touch.

Cool the cake in the pan for a few minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely.

Serve the cake lightly dusted with a little confectioner’s sugar if you want.

I need to make these sometime soon. They were both reallyyyyy good. But it kills me to look at all the recipes I re-wrote BECAUSE I KEPT WRITING THEM DIFFERENTLY like i keep noticing sometimes I clarify unsalted butter and sometimes I don’t. Anywaysssss hope you enjoyyy~

:p

WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED THIS DAY BY TWO RESIPPYS

[hikennosabo]

trimax vol 13 random thoughts (ch 5-9)

part 1 here!

chapter 5:

okay, it took me way longer than it should have to figure out what happened in this scene, lol. razlo gets behind elendira and blocks her nail gun with the nail that's already in his body which jams her gun and pushes the nail further into his torso which takes them both by surprise.

"some dumbasses"?? do you mean wolfwood and vash?? LOL

come on, come on, come on!!! he's so cute, lol. he's like a dog who wants to play.

i love watching razlo fight!!! it's so fun seeing him fight a different way due to not having his punishers/third arm anymore. he's having so much fun too, it's infectious~

UNTIL ELENDIRA USES A PSYCHIC ATTACK ON HIM. JESUS CHRIST. THAT ONE ALMOST HAD ME.

chapter 6:

ma'am could you please stop serving cunt for a second i'm trying to read manga and you are distracting me

AAAAAGH AND THEN SHE BLASTS HIS LEG OFF. THAT ONE WASN'T FAKE THAT ONE WAS REAL. he'll be okay but :(

CHEKHOV'S VIAL?!

uuuueeee... wolfwood... just seeing the little panel of him... i miss him so much... and the reminder of wolfwood brings livio back out. ueee... waaahhhh...

i'm sitting here trying to articulate my feelings about livio and razlo and i can't, really... :') livio feeling so bad and apologizing that he has to rely on razlo so much, razlo doing his best to encourage livio... they really care about each other a lot. it's very sweet. i care them. :(((

oh this is so very much not how DID works but it's both cool and important to their character arcs so it's FINE!!!! it's fine

huuuhhhmmmmm something something symbolism in livio's guns being reversible and livio and razlo working together, two as one... is this anything? am i connecting any dots here?

they were able to bring elendira to her knees with their teamwork!!!!

chapter 7:

uwaaahhh! young livio flashback!! this is where his twinky stampede self came from i guess. i hope season 2 gives us a beefier version-

...wait. wait, wait, wait, wait, wait wait wait. hold on. speaking of stampede. give me a second.

*returns 30 minutes later* HUH. INTERESTING. so stampede shows us livio working hard in EoM to catch up with wolfwood, but in the manga, it's all but outright stated that he's trying to catch up with razlo.

sorry i'm just fascinated by the tristamp/manga differences and seeing younger livio doing pushups reminded me (stamp!livio does pushups the same way!!)

we're not supposed to know that razlo exists yet in tristamp; i wonder if or how season 2 is going to reframe any of this. it's not like i dislike livio and wolfwood's relationship in stampede!! i think it's really sweet, introducing livio into ww's story earlier is a good move, and livio joining EoM to catch up with ww makes everything in the relevant episodes more emotional. but the relationship between livio and razlo is just as important!!

razlo encouraging livio is SO cute, uwaaaahhh...

WAAAHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH!!!!!

babygirl, please, i am begging. why are you so sad. tell me who hurt you. i am on my hands and knees.

to him... while drinking wolfwood's last vial... i am going to fucking throw up i feel so normal about this

chapter 8:

elendira, killed by her own nail... oh girl... my beloved... i did not expect her to live but i'm still sad she's gone. what a fantastic fight though. might be my favorite fight in this manga.

also livio's gonna have an interesting time trying to get up and get her off of him once his limbs regenerate... uh... if they can regenerate? i'm assuming they can...

i am gonna fucking CRYYYY... calling him by name... wwwaaaaahhhhh...

he would be so proud of you, livio!!!! WAAAAHHH!!!

okay, time to cut back to my other faves having their own battle.

it's so funny that legato thinks this. dude, she hates your guts. if she knew she was gonna see you in the afterlife soon she WOULD worry.

huh? that's her name? like the painting?

also i've been wondering this whole time why she looks like that. like why is she designed to look like a woman. did legato design her himself?? is this his aesthetic sense??

haha ouch! thanks for spelling out the metaphor so plainly!

ahhhh, july flashback... this was uhhh... *checks* ten years ago. supposedly. i'm not sure how much i trust the timeline anymore.

actually i do wonder how measuring time works on this planet. like, everything seems to be measured the same way it is on earth, so does noman's land also have 365 days in a year and 24 hour days?

he's so cute, i am holding him gently in my hands.

knives is so mean... to be just a tiny little bit fair to him, i too would be low on patience if my brother just blasted me with a death beam and someone suddenly started handling my guts that were hanging out. but he's so mean!! i feel bad for legato!!

i AM surprised that knives is still conscious... and that he's still mostly intact. like his guts are hanging out but it looks like his legs and arms (or at least one arm) are still attached, and he's still got. y'know. most of his skin. certainly more intact than his stampede self, lmao.

vash, honey, what on earth makes you think he plans on living through this fight any more than you are. :')

i just like this spread.

chapter 9:

OH BOY, HE'S FERAL!!! truly, he is going out in a blaze of glory just like he wanted. i wouldn't expect anything else from him at this point.

ahhh... stampede!legato talks a lot about discarding emotion in favor of devotion. but emotion and devotion are intrinsically linked. legato is a pretty emotional person, he cries a lot and yells a lot... as long as he can express his devotion to knives, he feels like he's fulfilling his purpose, so he's happy... i'm glad he's having fun at least... :')

WAAAAHHH VASH IS REMEMBERING WOLFWOOD NOW... his face is not quite visible but... vash is remembering wolfwood's words because he's thinking he really is going to have to kill legato to end this fight... killing legato just like in the 98 anime...

i get caught up in the action, but every time they bring wolfwood up i realize how much i miss him...

this panel fucks.

i love watching legato go fucking crazy fighting. i wanna see this fight animated so bad :''')

when i read the top panel, i was like, "because of knives, right?" then i read the bottom panel... ahhh... not just knives... every plant... it's a good thing tristamp established this relatively early because we don't really see vash doing this in the story lol

i'm remembering "do you think we can become friends with them?" "yeah... it might take a lot of effort though..." :'''')

chronica, girl, i know you're very angry with knives, but as far as revenge goes, you need to get in line. you got here like five minutes ago, there are other people with much longer-lasting beef than you who deserve a shot at him before you.

the smallest meryl u can imagine...

WAAAAH this is so sweet, they love him so much :(

i said this already but i LOVE seeing legato go all-out, it's cool!! it gets me pumped up!!! this is just... such a good fight!!!

wait, is the earth ship falling because chronica used up so much energy firing the cannon multiple times?? GIRL...

THIS PAGE FUCKS!!!

THIS SPREAD ALSO FUCKS!! the way that the debris fades out above them, they're only focused on each other...!!!

final thoughts... i'm surprised legato survived this volume?! i really thought he would die in this one... he lasted longer than i thought he would, not that i'm complaining... UUAAAAAGHHH i am gnawing on my arm rn, i can't believe there's only one volume left?! i'll be finished *checks day* TOMORROW?!?!? if i don't procrastinate on reading... which i might do because i don't want it to be over... waaaah...

how will knives be defeated? can humanity survive? will livio's limbs regenerate? and most importantly, HOW WILL VASH GET HIS WILL TO LIVE BACK?!?!

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 71. brb x oc

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Beatrice was a bit surprised when Leonardo messaged her the very next morning, asking if she wanted to hang out after lunch. She was confused as to why, they rarely spent time together anymore since they became adults - and he became a father - but it worked because Rooster said he was going to visit Pete for a little bit that afternoon. Leonardo asked her to go to Mr.Scoops, where he’d already be waiting, so she’d take Jolene as well.

Bradley drives her over, kissing her lips soundly as she steps out with Jolene’s leash in her hand, “Have a nice talk with Leo.” he mutters against her lips, “And if you can bring some ice cream home, that’d be really cool.”

She laughs back, kissing his lips a few more times “I’ll get you some nice chocolate ones.” she smiles, waving him goodbye and closing the door. He waits until Beatrice disappears behind the doors giving her one final wave before he drives off. 

It takes a few minutes for her to see Leonardo, just Leonardo, no Bianca in sight, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he looks around. He looks worried when he turns over to look at her, but his smile widens, “Hey, sis.” he says, hugging Beatrice tight, a bit too tight,something was definitely up, “Glad you showed up.”

“You know I’ll never say no to Mr.Scoops.” she says softly, following her brothers with her eyes as he leaned down to greet Jolene as well. Beatrice tried to figure out what was going on with Leonardo, but she couldn’t, not yet. Because her brother, while looking worried, kept the smile on his face the whole time.

She wondered if there was something going on with Cynthia, or Heaven forbid, Bianca. She decided to talk to him about it after they got their ice creams: mango for her and pistachio for him, plus a Puppy Bowl for Jolene to enjoy. Much like the last time she was there, they went to the second floor to sit on one of the tables, thankfully they were all dry - the rain yesterday continued all through the night until early morning - and it wasn’t so cold up there because they remained inside instead of the balcony.

Beatrice looked at Leonardo, who just mixed his ice cream vigorously until it had a smoothie consistency, with her lower lip into her mouth, “So,” she began, scooping her own ice cream to take a small bite, “You felt like having ice cream then?”

Leonardo inhales deeply, leaning back on his chair to meet his sister’s eyes in an unreadable gaze, his hands on his thighs before he speaks, “Cyn is pregnant.” Beatrice chokes on the cold treat, coughing behind her hand in surprise with her eyes going wide, “We found out on friday.”

“She–oh my God, congratulations Leo!” she smiles, but her brother remains worried, “You…don’t look too excited.”

“It’s not that, it’s…” he sighs, “Well, we told Bianca because you know how she is, she ended up finding the pregnancy test and– God,” he rubs his eyes with his hands, then slid them to his graying brown hair, “She doesn’t really…get it, well, she’s mad. She’s mad because she’s having a little sibling and not a dog.”

Beatrice’s eyes softened, “Well, she’s just a child Leo.” she says as gently as she could, “You know she doesn’t get it yet. She’ll get used to it.”

“Sure, but…well, I think she feels a bit betrayed because she wanted to spend the week with mom and dad.” of course Leonardo would be exasperated because of that, worrying that his own daughter didn’t love him anymore, “Not to mention, with the new kid I’d have to get more surfing classes so my time with her would be limited.”

Beatrice frowns a bit, tapping the colorful spoon on the light orange dessert, scooping out a mango cube. She could understand that, even without children herself, that it’d hurt Bianca not having her father so often since Cynthia was a dentist and would spend most of the day out, “I see.” her brother groans, hitting his forehead on the table in despair, the noise making Jolene look up from her bowl in confusion, “Leo,” she calls, sighs, then moves to the chair closest to her brother to touch his shoulder, “Hey, come on.”

“She hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.” she says firmly, “She loves you, she’s just…five and confused.” Beatrice rubs her brother's shoulder and upper back, trying to comfort him in some way “You know she does love you, don’t be thinking otherwise.” but her brother just kept his head down, something thumping it against the colorful wood and Bea had to place her hand between forehead and table to prevent him from giving himself a headache.

Leonardo lifts his head again, rubbing his eyes and cupping his face with his hands to stare at nothing, his lips pursed downwards, “Who else knows?” Beatrice asks, lowering the hand to her lap.

“Right now, you and Mikey.” he mutters, “Bianca isn’t going to say a peep about it because she’s so angry. She’s probably going to ignore me when I pick her up too, ughh…” he drops his facer on his hands one more time, groaning to himself at how upsetting this situation was. Beatrice just goes back to rubbing his shoulder, making sure he knew she’d be there for him no matter what.

“It won’t last too long,” she says, “You’ll see, she’ll get used to being an older sister, she might even like it more than you ever imagined.”

Leonardo sighs against his hands, then lowers them to support his chin on top of his knuckles, “You know, it kinda reminds me when you were born.” that made Beatrice stop rubbing his shoulder to furrowed her eyebrows in confusion towards him, “Yeah,I was…kinda pissed when I found out you’d be born, I didn’t wanted to uh…you know, not be the youngest one anymore.”

“Oh.”

“But then I saw you with those tubes and everything and…I don’t know, I had a complete change of heart and I loved you from the beginning.” he says, ‘But Bibi…I don’t know, she’s already having a hard time dealing with it now, imagine when the baby is born.”

Bea digested the information that her older brother wasn’t as loving as he was when he found out about her being born. Of course after that they were best friends growing up, with Leo being her protector during middle school and sharing his interests with her every time she asked him about it. “I…I mean I don’t know, Leo. Like I said, it’s about talking to her too, you know?”

“I guess…”

Beatrice looks down at her ice cream, leaning on her opposite hand to keep her eyes on her brother, “Do you want me to take Bibi out? Maybe it’ll help her get used to the idea.”

“Could you?’

“Of course,Leo. You know I wouldn’t mind.”

Leonardo gave her a little smile, then patted her hand in thanks, before he finally dug into his melting ice cream, “Oh, ah, you can tell Brad, if you want.” he says after a while, “Bianca adores him too, so that helps a bit.” Beatrice nods, holding his hand a bit tighter and hoping that would help her brother get his mind out of things.

-

“You need a ladder or something?”

Pete sighed heavily, looking over his shoulder towards his godson with an unimpressed stare, Bradley chuckling as he made his way inside Penny’s place where Mav is currently trying to measure a space on the wall, “Very funny.” the older pilot says, refocusing his eyes to the markings on the wall with his brows furrowed just a bit, “I’m trying to see if this is a good area for the new TV.”

Rooster sees the plasma tv box leaning on the wall, pulling out his Hawaiian shirt and rolling his sleeves to his elbows, “What do you need me to do?”

“Grab whatever isn’t as big as the tv from the inside and place it on the coffee table,” Pete says, scratching another marking with the lead pencil on the wall, “I want to separate it so it’ll be easier for us to put this thing together.”

His godson nods, using the box cutter to pry the lids open and check the contents inside. The bags of screws and wires was tucked behind the back of the TV, so he had to squeeze his huge hand in there to grab everything in one go. The little plastic bag looked up at him before he tossed it to the coffee table,”I’m serious, do you need a stool?” He was trying hard not to laugh at how Pete was almost standing on his tiptoes to reach a higher area of the wall. Bradley barely avoided the pencil thrown his way, chuckling quietly to himself as Pete finally approached the coffee table and sat down in front of it.

Bradley just does the same, right next to him and opened the tool box he had on the side as Pete analyzed every tiny little thing he’d had to use, “Jesus.” he hears Mav say, “I kinda miss when all you had to do was plug it to the wall and be done with it.” he flips through the manual with the same frown, heaving out a loud sigh and then tossing it away, “We won’t need that.”

“We won’t?”

“No, I can figure it out.” he hated how Mav said that so casually, grabbing the contents from the other bag and pouring it in front of them, the tinkling of the tiny screws and rods hitting their ears in unison, “Well, let’s begin.”

This reminded Mav of the few times he’d go fishing with Goose and Brad, when he was barely hold enough to understand what a fishing rod was, with his eyes huge and amazed watching both his father and uncle tossing the baits on the water. It was his favorite thing, he’d always gasp in surprise when they pulled out whatever was that they caught that day. And now look at him, bigger than Nick ever was and yet looking like the perfect mix between Carole and his father.

He was a grown man now, with a healthy relationship - thank God - with a girl who was really sweet and just perfect for him. He was very happy that Bradley found Beatrice and how much her presence helped him grow out of his shell - and from behind the gates he kept around his heart. And he could see it, as clear as day, how much Brad loved her and vice versa.

Thing is, if his math was right, soon enough he’d bring up the subject of marriage. He knew it, he’s a lot like his father in that aspect, he was just waiting for him to say it. He told Penny that six to seven months would be a good time, but maybe he should add a few more months for safety especially because of Beatrice’s personality - she’s a lot more shy and nervous than Carole was, a bit more careful too.  

“Pete.” he hears his nephew say, making him move his eyes from the screws in his hand towards Bradley, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

He hesitated, licking his lips and running his hand down his mustache and chin, a gesture Pete had seen many times in Goose was now mirrored perfectly on Rooster, “I…It’s a curiosity, really.” he assures, almost too quickly, “When my dad met my mom, how long did it take for them to take the next step?”

Mav bit back his smile, the triumphant sound of horns inside his head echoing on his skull and announcing he was very right, “Well,” he begins, “Let’s see, they dated for four months, then on the fifth Goose proposed and then got married before they made six months together.” he remembers how Goose sounded overly excited when Carole accepted his proposal, even picking Maverick up as if he was a toddler, swinging him around the bar they were currently at the time. 

Bradley ‘ah’ed, nodding quietly to himself while busying his hands on another random baggie, unsure what this one had inside besides the usual things from the other ones as well. Bradley looks up when silence follows, with Pete arching his eyebrows for him to continue talking, “Oh,I just wanted to know, that’s all.”

“That’s something interesting to be curious about, did something happen?”

“I just saw their wedding picture a few days ago.” he lies through his teeth “That’s why.”

But Pete knew Bradley a lot, he was really like his father in several ways. However, he said nothing, he just nodded with a small smile, “Okay.” he said, finally looking back at the tv box and pushing himself to his feet, “Help me set this up.”

Bradley follows without saying much, simply doing what Mav asked him to while his brain rushed to every possibility there was. If his father proposed to his mother after five months of dating, then…it wouldn’t be weird right? Still he’d want to at least move in together with Beatrice before he did ask the question, and hopefully he won’t be deployed then so he could do it as soon as he could,  but knowing that maybe it wasn’t as crazy as he thought it was gave him some comfort.

Beatrice would go through a lot in the coming month, between the photoshoot and her birthday - which was still being thought out by Evelyn who was extremely helpful whenever he needed an opinion on what to do. So far they thought on three different places the celebration could happen - he wouldn’t want to give her more to think about and get nervous about either of those things. Especially since her birthday was going to be a surprise.

But, maybe, maybe he could think about the ‘m’ word he has been ignoring for these past months. Is it quick considering societal norms of matrimony? Yes, it was, but he was…genuinely thinking about it. He loved her, she loved him and nothing more in this world would mean more to him than knowing she’d be called his in a completely different level. Beatrice at her aunt’s wedding was already quite something, if he imagined her wearing white and soon to be having his last name as her own…yeah, yeah he liked that.

He just had a lot to think about, a lot of things to consider, to plan too. He just wanted to know what would happen past her birthday, hopefully he wouldn’t be deployed - which seems almost illogical to think about and he couldn’t just prevent it from happening if he had  to go -  so he could enjoy the celebration with her. His heart really felt a lot lighter than before, that’s for sure…but he hoped his questioning would make ideas pop in Mav’s head just yet, he’d prefer if his godfather/uncle kept quiet about it.

After setting the TV up on the wall, the two of them tested the channels to check if everything was going well, which made Bradley look around the place in question, “Where’s Penny?”

“She’s out with Amelia and Shells, I think they are getting stuff for when Amelia goes back to college.” Pete explains flicking through the channels quickly, nodding when he noticed everything was working fine “I think it’s done. Hey,” he asks his godson when he drops the remote on the couch, “You want a soda or something?”

“It’s sunday afternoon, Mav. Jesus…yeah give me one.” both men chuckled as Mav led Bradley to Penny’s kitchen, well Penny and Mav’s now he supposed, opening the door to pick two Budweisers from the inside, tossing one of them towards Rooster who grabs it mid air. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Mav tosses the bottle opener to his nephew after he pops his own bottle, hearing the ‘pop!’ and the subtle fizzing noise coming from inside. He leans his back against the kitchen table, while Bradley leans his shoulder against the wall supporting his weight on a hip, “So, where’s Bea?”

Mav smiled when Bradley’s lips quirked just at the mention of her name, “Out with her brother, he wanted to talk to her.”

“Nothing bad, I hope? You’ve been behaving around her family, right Bradley?”

The young Bradshaw huffs out a laugh, licking his lips before tipping the bottle to swallow the amber liquid, smacking his lips once he’s done, “I’ve been doing great. I don’t think there’s anything to do with me.” he pauses, looking down at the bottle with a little grin, “I like them, her family I mean. They are protective over her for a good reason.”

Mav only heard from Rooster that Beatrice’s ex was anything but a nice person to her, he didn’t know any details besides that and he didn’t think he wanted to know more details at all. Knowing that someone was mean enough to make an entire family hate you was enough reason for him “Maybe I can meet them one day.” at your wedding, he thought, drinking his own soda to hold back the words, “They seem like nice people.”

“They are, God, that Christmas’ Eve was…really cool.” he says softly,”They all really welcomed me, it was…it was really nice to have something like that again.” not to mention he got a lot of gifts. And a very special one from Beatrice that still made his body shudder just at the memory of it. 

Pete grinned, taking another sip of his soda and looking back at Bradley, seeing how his eyes shone when he spoke about it. It honestly made him so happy to know that Rooster was slowly finding a family again, he still had him and the Daggers, but there was something special about…having other people that cared for you. And he knows how much he wanted both Carole and Goose with him, he knew that, but he was more than happy to know that Beatrice’s family took him in so easily.

Before they could continue their conversation, a tune came from the back of Bradley’s pants, the pilot immediately picking it up and smiling at the screen, “It’s Bea.” he says, holding up the phone for Mav to see, “I’ll pick it up, be right back.”

“Go on, Romeo.” Mav laughs as Rooster walks away, “Go on.”

Rooster answers the call when he’s far enough from Mav, pressing the phone to his ear, “Hey gorgeous.” he coos, “How’s your day with Leo going?”

“Oh, it’s going fine. Um,I’m actually on my way to pick Bianca from my parents.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, uh…Well, she’s going to be a big sister and she isn’t very happy about it, so Leo asked me to you know, stay with her for a bit and maybe make her see it’s not so bad?”

“Ah,I see. Well, first of congratulations to Leo,” he hears a male voice reply a quiet ‘thanks’ from the background, “Also, do you want me to pick you up? I can go with you and Bianca to wherever you two are planning.”

“I was actually thinking about taking her to the dog park, since I have Jolene with me.”

Bradley nods, leaning his other shoulder against the wall, “Sounds good, angel. Do you want me to pick you up from your parents?” she answered positively, the sound of the car parking, meaning she was already there, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be there okay?”

“Okay, Roos. I love you! See you in a little bit.”

“I love you too, pretty girl. See you soon,” he hangs up the call with a smile, drinking the last of his soda before he goes back to where Mav is still leaning against the kitchen table, “I’m going to go meet Bea at her parents’ house.”

“Everything okay?” Pete asks after Bradley hands him the empty glass bottle.

“Yeah, her niece isn’t feeling the greatest so we’re going to take her out for a bit.” he says, patting his pockets as he tries to find his keys, finally remembering he dropped them at the glass bowl Penny keeps close to the door where all the other keys go as well, “It’ll be fun.”

Mav follows Bradley to the front door, thanking his nephew one more time for coming by and helping him out, then telling him to enjoy himself out there, watching as Rooster entered the blue Bronco, waving him goodbye and then driving off. He got to Bea’s parents in a few minutes, his girlfriend was seated on the front steps of the house with Bianca on her lap and Jolene lying by her feet.

Bianca’s little blonde head lifted when she saw the known blue car, but she had a pout on her face that didn’t diminish. Jolene greeted Bradley first when he walked out, the pilot leaning down to pat her head and ribs before he made his way over, “Hey,” he says when Beatrice stands up, meeting her lips in a sweet kiss then turning his head to Bianca, “Hey there, Bibi. How are you doing?”

Bianca just shrugged, hugging her aunt’s neck even tighter, making Beatrice gently rub her back with a soft gaze, “She’s going to be fine, aren’t you honey? We are going to the dog park! It’s going to be fun!” Bianca just buried her face on the curve of Beatrice’s neck and shoulder, her aunt giving Rooster a worried look but he just mouther for her to ‘not worry’.

Her parents had an extra toddler seat in the house as well, so they didn’t have to go all the way back to her house and get the one she had, making it a lot easier for Beatrice to plop Bianca inside - the little girl still looked upset, but she rubbed her hand on Jolene’s head with the same little pout on her face - then turned to Rooster before they enter the Bronco, “My parents don’t know about it yet,” she mouths ‘the baby’ “So, we need to be careful when talking about it.”

“Got it.” he turns his eyes to the door, “Are they home?”

“They are, but my mom is currently power cleaning everything and my dad is trying to help her, so they just know we are going out together.” she explains, both of them finally inside the car, Beatrice looking over to where Bianca was to check on her. Her niece just looked bored and upset, her little arms crossed over her chest with her head tilted to the side.

Beatrice bit her lower lip in worry, turning to face Rooster who in turn grabbed her hand, kissing the back, “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”