#I’m so glad that I came down the stairs to watch it in 2019 when my mum told me to come watch tv with her

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I remember first watching ghosts and getting ready for the usual bbc comedy shtick where I have to move past them barely developing some characters past gay jokes (mostly because the bbc comedies I’ve been lead to watching by my parents are a little old) but I am so happy with what they have done with the captain. They joke abt it bc every caharcter is a joke, it’s an ensemble comedy, but they know when to not make jokes. His development from almost completely in denial in season 1 to slowly becoming more comfortable with himself towards the end of season 2 to almost coming out to the group twice in group therapy in season 3 is great. And I appreciate the fact you only see the external effects of this self acceptance, he laughs for seemingly the first time in s3 and is gentler in general, I’ve lost my point now and I’m going to go to bed but yeah.

#I remember writing a huge paragraph abt how much the captain being explicitly/implied to be gay on my Instagram story when season 2 c #came out last year and I’m thinking abt that now #I’ve gotta find the gay Britain video I made of him #the only thing up w the show is the short seasons bc I cannot wait for more every time I finish a season #it does come back better than before each time but god it’s a year wait :( #I’m so glad that I came down the stairs to watch it in 2019 when my mum told me to come watch tv with her #the durrells and bbc ghosts r two shows that I watch bundled up on the couch with my family as they come out on live tv #bbc ghosts

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almost normal

five hargreeves x reader

summary: when you get stuck in the apocalypse, you try to make life as normal as possible before you can make it back to your time

warnings: drinking, baby (i hate babies eww), cursing, flufffffff

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this idea buried itself in my head and i’m glad people are interested in reading it :D they are a bit younger when they return to 2019, and i also didn’t know how to end it. enjoy! side ramble: while i was editing the first few paragraphs, i realized, wouldn’t more people with powers have survived the apocalypse? like, we don’t know what other powers there are, but surely there were some invincible folks or people who could somehow avoid being blasted. or maybe there were but they didn’t survive long enough for five to stumble upon them. anyways, ramble over, you can read now 😂

being the daughter of two people spontaneously born on the first of october in nineteen eighty-nine, you had been gifted with special abilities, just like them. they were able to teach you how to control it fully, and by the time you were thirteen, you were able to create an invisible barrier around yourself at will. at times, though, it still appeared on it’s own.

one of those times, it protected you at the end of the world. how you wished it hadn’t for the first few years. but you surprisingly weren’t the last person on the face of the earth.

-

you stood on the doorstep of your home- or what used to be your home. it had crumbled to the ground when the explosion wiped out the entire city, leaving a pile of rubble. it was surrounded by the other houses in the neighborhood, some of which still stood as the flames continued to burn.

this isn’t real.

you pinch your arm so hard that it stings for a few moments afterward, and you start shaking your head. “this isn’t real.” you tell yourself, voice shaking with the fear that this might not be a nightmare.

stepping back from your home, you turned on your heel to run to the closest house that hadn’t collapsed yet. mr and mrs peoples. you didn’t knock, bursting through the front door and rushing through each room that fire was beginning to engulf, searching for any sign of the old couple.

when you got up the stairs and to their room, you stopped dead in your tracks. on the bed, their charred bodies lay next to each other, and you feel your eyes beginning to sting- from the smoke and from what was happening.

the city.

there must be people in the city.

you dash down the stairs before they can collapse, sprinting out of the house and down the road as fast as you can. the route you’ve remembered from walking to school, the one that brought you through the crowded sidewalks.

by the time you get to the most populated part of the whole town you lived in, you’re out of breath, chest rising and falling quickly.

“help!” you shout as loud as you can, starting to walk through the streets, trying not to focus on the buildings that hadn’t made it. “please! there has to be someone.” the tears that had threatened you began to fall, running down your cheeks.

when you get farther down, you see what you think is a real, live person, searching the rubble surrounding him. but you can’t be sure. there’s smoke and your vision is blurry from your tears. “hey!” you shout, beginning to run towards the figure as fast as you can with your labored breathing.

he turns in your direction when he hears your voice, eyebrows raising in surprise. when you stop just before what used to be a building. “please-” you suck in a breath, “please tell me you’re real.”

-

he was the only reason you managed to survive. you knew now that you would never had made it this far without him.

ten years.

you’ve made it ten years so far, and the only reason the both of you keep going is each other- as well as his hope to find the right equation to get them back to their normal lives in twenty nineteen (and saving the world but that could be discussed later.)

until then, you could try your very best to make an almost normal life for yourselves.

after the first few years of moving across the city- and probably into other states as well, you couldn’t tell for sure- you had grown to have feelings for him. you didn’t know if it was because you two were the only ones left on earth, but you didn’t care. you wouldn’t want to choose anyone else to survive with.

eventually, after a few drinks to celebrate the finding of some wine, when your face was flushed with the alcohol in your system and your brain slightly fuzzy, you ended up kissing him.

the next morning, you woke up cuddled next to him, the empty bottle to your side. it brought butterflies to your stomach, and when he woke up after you, you had summoned the courage to tell him how you felt. you were lucky enough to know that he returned the affection.

you were nineteen then, only six years after the end of the world. and for another four years, you had been together.

on the third year of being together, pushing for survival, you found an old jewelry store.

-

you looked at the destroyed display cases, glass shattered and a few of them sinking to the ground. what this store looked like before the explosion, you didn’t know, but you could tell it’s purpose.

as you stepped over some fallen bricks, you look at the rotted wooden table that had once been surrounded by glass to keep people from attempting to steal what was inside.

there was surprisingly still jewelry left, some scattered across the ground and others that had managed to keep their place on display.

among the pieces, you see something shine in the sun light, buried in the bricks and dirt. after picking them up and brushing it off, you could see what the two pieces were. they were matching, two wedding bands in a smooth golden color. smiling, you stared at them for a moment.

looking up, your gaze traveled over the surrounding fallen buildings, before falling upon the man you were looking for, who searched for any food that may be buried somewhere nearby in the stone and brick nearby.

stepping over the bricks and onto the slightly cleaner streets that many people used to roam, you made your way to to where he searched.

you stayed on the street in front of the bricks that had somehow stayed in formation, creating some sort of a half-wall, watching him for a moment before glancing at the two rings in your hand.

“do you want to get married?” you call out, eyes squinted slightly from the sunlight and the strain to see him properly.

he turned at your voice, brushing his hands off on his pants. “what?”

grinning, you step over the wall. “i said,” you stop in front of him and reveal the bands, “do you want to get married?”

his eyes fall on the rings and he stays quiet for a moment, before he looks back to you, and your smile grows at the sight of his own.

“in the apocalypse?" he chuckles softly.

you shrug your shoulders. "we can't make it, like, official, but if we ever get back..." you press your lips together for a moment, "i think it'll have more meaning, since we found them here."

he seems to think about it for a moment, before he holds his hand out to you, and you clap your hands together from the joy you felt.

when you got stuck here at thirteen years old, you didn't think you'd have anything close to a normal life. but after a few years, you realized that you could try to make it as normal as possible for yourself.

you slide one of the rings onto his finger, the sun's light reflecting off of the gold. it's a silent moment, and you could feel your heart beating faster than usual.

once it is snug on his finger, he takes the other from you, taking your hand. "i never thought i'd be getting married in a wasteland."

chuckling, you watch as he gently puts the ring in it's rightful place. "i don't care where we get married. it would be perfect no matter what."

five looks into your eyes, and you know that you wouldn't have this any other way. as long as he was with you, you don't care where you are or what the situation is.

"i love you." you mumble quietly, bringing your hand to his cheek as you stare into his eyes.

"i guess i love you too."

you roll your eyes, moving the hand behind his neck to pull him into a loving kiss.

-

that’s what brought you to having with a giant bump in your belly.

what a great time to be pregnant, right?

when you found out (which took a while- you couldn’t really find any pregnancy tests and if you did you thought it was just some sickness and wouldn’t grab any), it was quite the surprise. you were terrified- who wouldn’t be?

how the hell are you going to have a baby in this world? there are so many things to think about.

like when the time finally comes for you to burst, what will you do? neither you or five had ever had a baby- you were thirteen when your normal life ended! no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find any books, or something of the like, that would tell you at least vaguely what to do. so many stories, so many ‘how to’ books, yet nothing came up.

you couldn’t find anything to guide you and that scared you to no end.

so when a woman showed up, dressed properly in a clean, well fitted dress, speaking of some sort of organization that- well you didn’t listen to what they did, really, because you were focused on the fact that with this, you would be able to return closer to normal, and you wouldn’t have to do some sort of extreme home birth, without a home.

and so, the both of you joined her- the ‘handler’ as she called herself- going back to this place that she spoke of.

when you got there, you actually listened to what she had to say. they preserve the time continuum. explained simply, they eliminated people that threatened a change in what is meant to happen in the time line of events. you would be working for them, in return for going back to twenty nineteen after five years. back to the timeline where the apocalypse would still happen.

but five had a different idea of what would happen. here, you would make time for yourselves- you weren’t really going to stay in this world, only to go through the apocalypse. this time alone, because he wouldn’t be able to survive the blast that you did.

no. you would have your baby, and he would find a way to get you back. he would find the right equation. he wanted to save the world.

so, you worked for the commission.

even being pregnant, you wanted to work along his side, so you were trained with him to be the perfect assassins. that took a few months, so by the time it was all over, you had given birth to your little bundle of joy. (i’ll let you choose the gender and name, idc lol)

and after that, it was an uphill battle.

you finished your training, only to move straight into doing the missions assigned to you. going to different points in time to make the ‘corrections’, killing people with a baby strapped you your chest with a sling.

-

after getting ready, you sigh, looking at the baby who laid in the collapsible crib that you carried with you on these missions. you hated having to raise her in this situation- but it was way better than in the apocalypse. who knows if you would have even survived giving birth.

you put the baby sling on with the help of five, before carefully getting the baby in place. this had become routine over the last year.

so you set out for another mission, guns in hand as you headed off to the grassy field that would serve as your perch while waiting for the victim to show up.

while you set up the sniper, five was off to the side, scribbling in the book that he carried around everywhere, until you heard a gasp. “i got it!” he says in excitement.

turning your head, you raise an eyebrow, “what?”

“the equation!” he holds the book up to show you, open so you can see everything that had been scribbled inside over all this time. “i finally got it right.”

your lips part in surprise, and you’re silent for a moment while you think, “so we can-”

“-we’re going back home! we can save the world and finally have the life we’ve always wanted.”

a grin spreading across your face, you drop the gun on the ground, not caring about it one bit anymore. “well then, get on with it!” your urge as you run over to stand next to him.

he nods, handing the book to you before closing his eyes and focusing.

without much time, a portal-like anomaly begins to form, and when you look into it you can see what you assumed to be a back yard, and people running out of whatever building was next to it.

when his eyes opened, the smile on his face is wide. “are you ready?” he asks softly.

“as i’ll ever be.”

he grabs hold of your hand, and with the other you hold onto the baby, not wanting anything to happen to it- but you trusted five.

going through the portal was nauseating. you had traveled through time before, but then, it only turned your stomach over, since it was in the blink of an eye that you were transported. this, though, felt like you were being pulled through and spun around a million times, before you were finally spat out onto the ground in front of the group of people.

the impact from hitting the ground forces a grunt out of you as you hold onto the child. your keep your eyes squeezed shut a few moments longer, before you hear an unfamiliar voice.

“is it just me, or do you all see little number five?” you open your eyes to see the man who spoke.

“and a little girl with a baby? yeah.” allison’s eyebrows are raised, and her expression shows confusion at the sight before her.

your eyebrows furrow at the use of the word ‘little’, sitting up to look down at yourself to realize that you are, in fact, little. you’re back to the little thirteen year old girl who looked like she was actually from your time, who got stuck in an apocalypse.

you no longer look your age of twenty-six years old.

“what the hell!” you nearly scream, causing your little child to begin to cry, and you curse under your breath as you scramble to your feet, wrapping your arms around the baby in the sling as you begin to bounce slightly to soothe it.

well, you may look thirteen again, but at least you’re out of the hell you were living. once the world was saved, you can finally have the normal life you wanted.

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Of Starlight

A/N: Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: mentions of blood

Word Count: 1847

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Chapter 14: Starlight

God, not this again.

The front door to the Academy was thrown open by (Y/N), allowing Allison and Diego to carry Five inside, the latter holding his feet and leading them backwards into the parlor as the former held him under his shoulders. (Y/N) followed close behind after shutting the door, her ragged breaths almost impossible to regulate.

Please, not this again.

“We should have taken him to the hospital.” Allison whispered.

“A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions.” Five slurred in his half conscious state.

“Yeah, well, so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins’s attic.” They shuffled into the parlor, where Five was laid across one of the couches. (Y/N) immediately knelt beside him as Allison took off her jacket and bent down next to her. “He’s still losing a lot of blood. What do we do?”

“We gotta get the shrapnel out.” Diego answered. He suddenly caught sight of something. As his face dropped, he was quick to leave the room. Allison watched him go with a frown.

“Diego, where are you going?” Calling out to him was useless, he’d already disappeared. Her eyes trailed down to her sister, who was shaking from head to toe as she watched Five’s chest rise and fall. She was frantic and jumpy and she would be of no use to them like this. Placing a hand on her shoulder, and apologizing for making her jump, she whispered, “(Y/N), I need you to do something for me. We need to get the shrapnel out, so I need you to find something to help us with that. Okay? Can you do that, (Y/N)?”

“I-I can’t leave him. I can’t leave him, Allison.” The girl sniveled.

“It won’t be for long. Just… Just go upstairs and find something, okay? Come back as soon as you do.” Allison watched her sister stumble to her feet and bolt up the stairs. In truth, she just needed the girl out of the way until Diego got back to help. If she had actually managed to find something useful, well then, that would just be a bonus.

Please, please, please, not this again. I can’t do this, I can’t fucking do this again.

(Y/N) was aimlessly running down the hall where the bedrooms were, in search of something, anything, that could help. She had been so blinded by her panic and tears that she hadn’t been thinking clearly. Tweezers? Would tweezers work? Would tweezers fucking work?! She burst into her bedroom and flung to her vanity, knowing she had left tweezers there when she moved out. She searched the vanity and the first, second, then third drawer of her dresser before pulling out exactly what she was looking for. It’s dirty. It’s been here for years, she thought. She was in the bathroom within seconds, cleaning the tweezers the best she could before flying downstairs. When she entered the parlor, though, no one was there. There was a dent in the couch left by Five and Allison’s jacket was still hanging on the arm, but that was it. No other sign.

“Guys?!” She called out. Receiving no response, (Y/N) left the parlor and began searching. She checked the infirmary, the basement, even the kitchen. “What the fuck…” She muttered before making her way back upstairs. Her first thought was to check Five’s bedroom. Peeking in, she saw… Grace. She was back and taking care of Five, as if nothing had ever happened to her. “When did you guys get in here? I was literally just up here.” She asked as she stepped inside. Allison and Diego turned to her and began to answer, but she drew their voices out as her senses settled on one person. Grace had just begun patching him up when she came into the room, the boy now asleep. He looked so calm, so peaceful, so unbothered by everything that had been plaguing him since he got back to 2019. She could get used to seeing him like this everyday, minus the shrapnel wound.

“Five…” She quietly wept as she joined his side. Sitting on her knees, she rested her cheek on his sheets and watched him evenly breathe. Her (e/c) eyes were thoughtful, pensive.

“(Y/N), I think we should give Mom some space to work.” Diego whispered. The girl didn’t even react. Allison sighed and placed a hand on her back.

“Come on, sis, you need some air-”

“What I need is to stay right here. I’m not going anywhere.” (Y/N) turned her head to Allison. The woman gave her a stern look.

“(Y/N), come on. I know you’re scared for him, but I think it’d be best-”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She snapped, quiet yet venomous. Her eyes were cold and one even twitched as she set her jaw. Grace even hesitated. Raising her brows, Allison nodded and backed away.

“Alright, then…”

And with that, Allison and Diego slowly left the bedroom, standing just outside. Turning back to Five, (Y/N)’s entire demeanor changed. Her gaze softened and so did her jaw. Her hand gently ran down his left arm until she reached his hand, gingerly lacing her fingers with his. “Mom, will he be okay?” She murmured. Grace gave her a smile as she tore off some gauze.

“He just needs rest. I bet you could help with that. Make sure he gets a good night’s sleep?”

“Of course…”

“I know you can. You’ve always cared an awful lot for him, dear.”

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“Dad, why are we in here?” (Y/N) asked as she stepped further into the empty, dark room. The only response she got was the door swinging closed and the click of the lock. She rushed forward and banged on the door. “Dad! Dad, let me out!”

“You will not leave this room until you have successfully contacted Number Five through your clone.” Reginald’s voice sounded behind the heavy door.

“M-My clone? I-I didn’t-”

“Child, do not think that I did not see you summon that clone.”

“But I need the clone here to know anything!”

“You are growing to be one of my greatest disappointments, Number Eight. You have not reached your full potential. You do not want to. If you fail to contact Number Five, then at the very least this will be your chance to improve.”

“W-Wait. Wait, Dad!”

“Your dinner will be brought to you.”

His footsteps echoed down the hallway. She vaguely remembered a room like this when she was a small child, but this one was much different. This one had no light, no window. She was in complete and utter darkness. Letting out a sob, she smashed her fists against the door repeatedly. Even as blood leaked down her fingers, she didn’t stop. “Let me out! Let me out of here!” She sobbed, sinking down to her knees.

Three days. That’s how long she had been in that room. No light, no conversation, and no progress. For three days. The only joy she could recall was Grace bringing in cookies for a snack, but even then, they weren’t allowed to speak to one another. The fourth day had been the day she heard a voice.

“Delores.”

Her head shot up from where it was resting on her knees. Delores. Who the hell was Delores? Surely, she was beginning to lose her mind.

“Starlight…”

She was definitely losing her mind. By the fifth day, she was willing to accept that she’d be stuck in this godforsaken room for as long as she lived. She wouldn’t put it past her father to keep her in there until she died. (Y/N) had no idea what time of day it was, but she was so exhausted. Laying on her back and closing her eyes, she tried to drift off and avoid her solitude. Once her breathing fell into a slow pattern, her chest felt as if it was being pushed down forcefully. Images flashed through her mind so fast she couldn’t keep up or make out any faces. The visions settled on one. A boy had been pulling what she assumed was a cart or a wagon by a handle. Her gaze moved down to her legs that were crossed politely in front of her, hands clasped in her lap. The stranger before her was dressed in warm clothing, but she hadn’t felt any chill on her skin. The stranger stopped walking and took a deep breath before looking over his shoulder at her. She squinted to get a better look at him. Her love furrowed his brows in confusion. “What?”

“Five?” She whispered. He jumped, startled, and dropped the handle of the wagon she sat in. Suddenly, it felt as if every breath she ever took was being sent back into her lungs. Gasping, (Y/N) sat up. Her hands quickly slapped onto the concrete floor of the pitch black room she had been inhabiting for almost a week. As she caught her breath, the door beside her groaned. Light poured into the room as Reginald swung the door open.

“Anything to report, Number Eight?”

“Dad!” (Y/N) stood to her feet and ran towards her father, the man immediately backing up a few steps. “Five, he- he was- He looked right at me!”

“I will not tolerate any deception.”

“No! I swear, Dad! He was alone. I don’t know where, but he… h-he’s still alive!”

Her father didn’t have an immediate reaction to her words, only studying her swaying posture, her wide eyes, her twitching hands. Clicking his tongue, he turned away. “Very well. Grace, get this child to her room.”

“Yes, sir.” Grace grinned and gently held (Y/N)’s hand, briskly walking her to the first level of the house.

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The two now alone, (Y/N) was laying beside Five in his bed. Her eyes watched his every movement, not that there was much to observe. His chest rose and fell at a steady pace, that was enough for her. Her head was resting on his shoulder and her fingers traced the collar of the pajamas he now wore. “Why do you scare me like this?” She muttered to no one. Five, perhaps, if he would’ve been listening. “All I want is for you to be safe… to be here. You’re making that so hard when you’re running around, getting shot and not telling anyone. We care about you, I care about your stubborn ass…” She gently kissed his shoulder. “I love you… so much. You better be ready for that when you wake up, bub.” Reaching up, she let her fingers ghost over his dark brows, the bridge of his nose, the curve of his lips, until her hand cupped his cheek. She knew then that she made the right call not to read his note. She had a pretty good idea of what he wanted her to know. And she’d be glad to assure him the feelings are well reciprocated.

Her heart was his, and rightfully so. Forever and always.

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WHAT IF THE SHELBY BROTHERS TIME TRAVELED

Ok, here me out. I had this idea......but then I stopped because it is so easy for me to write them out of character 😫. But like I low key think it’d be cool asf for them to be in the 21st century. 

Here’s some of my idea I had a couple of months ago 

Word count: 1.1K 

(My style of writing is a bit....all over the place and I change POV constantly. Ill make an effort to list which POV, but I forget often😅)

You know, I can never catch a break. I mean, what in the literal hell😀 are the Shelbys doing 100 years later...shouldn't they be, you know, dust, worm food, 6 feet under?

They're in a whole new world. The 100 years between they're lives and mine are two different...I don't even know! Things they've never seen before are hitting them in the face. Literally, John hit the light pole (he was turned around). I can't really take them anywhere, they didn't know how to act in 1920 let alone in my time, where everything is watched, played back, and recorded.

So, I guess they get to meet my little sister 😬.

"Ok, we're here." It's a relief a few more blocks and they would've been hit by a car or something. "What is 'here'?" Arthur a little bamboozled by everything. "My home. This is where I live during my time period." Jeez, I sound like I'm in one of those sci if movies Penelope binges every Saturday night🙄.

"How did this happen, and when can we get back?" Tommy interrogated. As if I know. I was going to move on and pretend that feelings weren't there but nope, I have to face those eyes for Lord knows how long until we figure out whats going on. Turning back to the door, "How the hell am I suppose to know. I didn't do this, especially on purpose." Amelia snapped.  Amelia had no idea how she got to 1919 and now she has one more thing she doesn't understand, how they came back WITH her.

"Such a big house for only you,eh" John added in. The men looked around a completely different enviorment than what they've seen. Street lights, women wearing pants and shorts, and cars.

" No, I have my sister here." She's turns around to look at them, "I think she might like you." She said choosing her words WISELY.

"Who wouldn't" giving a cocky side smirk chewing on his toothpick

"Don't get to cocky John Shelby, I said might.'

"Ok, for being some of the most feared gangsters, you guys don't usually like orders being taken, but I need you guys to stay silent until I give a signal."

"Wh-" Arthur tries to ask

"No questions."

They reached the door only to hear an anime theme song and the smell of bacon.

"Yep, thats my sister alright."

"PENELOPE!" She shouted.

"FINALLY! Where were you. I thought you got kidnap or some shit." She comes down the stairs with her coiled hair is a high bun and edges done. With a hunter x hunter graphic t and grey sweats.

Penelope looks to the sides of her sister to see very GORGEOUS men wearing trench coats

Penelopes brain stops working🧠

"Let me-" Penelope cut her off.

"Please do. I'd like to know why my sister disappeared for almost 2 months and comes back with 3 6ft tall men, standing at our door. LIke what the hell?!" It's a fact that Penelopes frustrated stare and folded arms showed she was highly upset. Her sister, all the family she pretty much has left disappeared without a trace, and she had to keep going on with her days without her. It was a hard transformation. It wasn't the first time Amelia disappeared though, it's been a while.

Amelia explained (almost) everything  to Penelope. By her sister believing in sci-fi crap, she whole heartedly trusts her sister.

I wish she would grow up, she'll believe that they're aliens if I told her.

Penelope: hey what can I say, I'm unrealistically optimistic. 👁👄👁

"What are your names?" Penelope asked elongating her neck to see past her sister.  She watched their eyes. She can tell half way across the kitchen they've seen some horrid things. The eyes will never lie to you. As she she followed their eyes, they landed on her sister. Who nodded her head.

"She told you to stay quiet, didn't she?" My sister learns quickly, Amelia once brought home this guy who never stopped talking about his dog (👀 he should've never come home with her, their not that cute, let me just be honest). And.....

*flashback*

"My dog, Barkley-" I snorted and looked at Amelia with a 'are you low key being serious right now' look. Apparently he didn't notice and kept talking,

"He slobbers all over the place. He messed up my shorts and Birkenstock's I was going to wear on my date tonight" 🧍🏾‍♀️He was- they went to a fancy pants restaurant and he was going to wear- good job Barkley.

"John, jake,paul-"

"Tanner" He said. Oh whoops

"Janitor, I'm going to need you to leave. Almost publically humiliating my sister who would've publically humiliated me by you walking into a dress up date in shorts and Birkenstocks in late Autumn. Wish Barkley my best regards and hopes they live an amazing life" Penelope shoved Tanner out of the door and looked at Amelia disappointingly.

"I can't believe you were going to waste both of our times and almost made me burn my pizza."

*end of the flashback  

They stayed silent.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"So, they're from 1917, in 2019?"

"Yes." Remind me to ask Amelia why she brought these dudes to a whole new time period.

"They don't know damn near any of the things in our house. How much time do I have?"

"4 hours a day" She said fast.

"4- you're giving me 4 hours to figure out their clothes and teach them stuff?Why only four hours? What are you doing?"

"The same thing. But i"ll teach two, you'll teach 1"

"You still didn't answer my question, why only 4 hours?"

"You'll get attached." a scoff coming from my throat. "I don't get attached alright. I know how to teach and not care about my students thank you very much."

"So, you're going to forget the one with the-"{

"I TOLD YOU TO NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN. " She looked over at the strangers

The brothers going back and forth at the sisters.

"Plus he doesn't count"

"Fine! Who am I taking."

"John."

Penelope gave her a sarcastic look. She has no idea who is who.

John twisted his toothpick around his his mouth as he got up to follow the girl upstairs into her room.

He wasn't to far behind her with cap on his head. His eyes looking her up and down taking in her clothes, her hair, and even her socks.

"So, you're John Shelby." She said setting up an area in her room for her to start teaching him.

"And your the famous Penelope Taylor."

"Glad the introductions are over, so tell me about your life. I want to see where I need to start

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⚡13 Days of Halloween: Day 7

Prompt: ‘It was a dark and stormy night’ 

Requested by: @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Gender: Neutral        Words: 1,603

Triggers: None        Genre: Casual + a little fluff

Supernatural Taglist: @kaashi​ 

Note: Halloween Theme - 4/10; based around Halloween, no real strict Halloween theme. I wanted so badly to make this spooky but for the life of me I could not come up with anything. So this is what I got. Why am I so bad at making things Halloween themed? like, is it really that hard? lol

If you’d like to check out 2019 and 2018′s 13 Days of Halloween, as well as my 2017 general Halloween/Fall stuff here are the links: x2017x, x2018x & x2019x

You hummed to yourself as you wandered through the bunker, it was a dark and stormy night, the lights flickered occasionally as lightning struck nearby, thunder rumbling trough the bunker.

Pausing in your step as you stared up towards the bunker roof, the walls and floors seeming to vibrate as the thunder roared, slowly rumbling on, getting quieter and quieter. 

Usually you found storms comforting or even exciting, but tonight it was different. Sam and Dean were gone, and you were alone. The bunker was big, and you kept getting the feeling that you weren’t alone. You figured it was just your own mind tricking you, causing you to exaggerate, like when you are watching a scary movie and you get the feeling someone is in your house when you know there isn’t. 

It certainly didn’t help that you had made the decision to decorate the bunker with Halloween decorations. Various decorations in the corners of the room catching your eye, end up only being fake skeletons or masks. Your overactive brain was simply pumping unwanted adrenaline through you.  

So, trying to ignore it, you focused on the rain, and the fact that Sam and Dean should be back soon. Hopefully. Just as you were sitting down at the kitchen counter, you heard a distant bang. You stopped, staring in the direction of the noise. Was that thunder? No. It sounded like it was in the bunker. Maybe something fell over? You had been rearranging one of the storage rooms earlier. That was probably it. 

Even as you ran through the possibilities that it was nothing, you moved to a nearby case, opening it and taking out one of your guns. Just in case. It is probably nothing after all. 

Hearing another sound within the bunker, your breath hitched in your throat, you realized it wasn’t something falling over, but a door opening and closing. Slowly walking down the hall, your hand gripped around the gun. Peering around a corner you see a shadow quickly disappearing around the end of the hall. 

Silently creeping down the hall, now knowing full well there was someone here, you were prepared to fight. Stopping just at the corner, you hear a door open, you recognized the area as your bedroom door. Hearing footsteps approaching your direction again you quickly round the corner, gun raised, ready to fight. 

Seeing the figure in front of you, you gasped out in surprise, just as the figure did as well. Quickly lowering your gun you audibly sighed out “Cas! Oh my God, you scared the shit out of me”

Castiel lowered his hands, which he had quickly raised in defense when you had rounded the corner. Adjusting his stance, he breathed out in relief as well “I apologize, I should have said something, but I didn’t see anyone here, so I was looking around for you, or Sam and Dean” he seemed to quickly add on Sam and Deans names, which he hoped went unnoticed by you. 

You took a deep breath as you turned to walk back into the living room “Sam and Dean are finishing up a case a couple towns over, they should be back later tonight” Cas nodded, though unseen by you, as he followed you. The sound of thunder echoing through the bunker again. 

As you entered the main room Castiel looked around the bunker at the various decorations “Ah, yes, Halloween is soon isn’t it?” 

You looked back at him, seeing him checking out the decoration “Yup” you watched him for a moment before turning away from him, having realized you were staring. 

You and Castiel had known each other for a few years now, only having grown close in the recent year. You had developed feelings for him, and sometimes you thought he might have for you, but other times he seemed indifferent. 

“Have you ever celebrated?” you asked him

“No, but I have observed various cultures interpretation of the Holiday over the last few hundred years” he commented, as if it was the most normal thing to do.

You smiled “Sounds interesting, I’m sure you’d seen a lot of unique things over the years” 

You fell into a casual conversation with Castiel as he talked about various Halloween traditions he has seen. The storm raging on outside was now pushed to the back of your mind. But as the wind grew much stronger, the trees closer to the bunker began swaying forcefully, the branches smacking into the windows. 

As you tried to ignore it by talking with Cas, there was a sudden crashing down as glass crashed to the floor. You and Cas both jumped in surprise at the sound. Quickly running towards the sound and looking up, you see that a tree branch smacked into one of the old windows upstairs hard enough to break it. 

“Shit!” you yelled as you ran towards the storage room, Castiel following. 

He watched as you pulled an old tarp from the shelf as well as some duct tape, before running past him. Running up the stairs and towards the window, seeing that the broken glass was higher up you cursed under your breath as the rain spattered in through the window. Turning at a clanging sound, you see Castiel approaching with two chairs. Setting them down, you both climbed up on the chairs, hanging the tarp and taping it to the walls. 

Finally managing to do so, even with the tarp flapping in the wind, you and Cas both stepped down from the chair. Looking at each other, you chuckled realizing you were both now soaked from the rain. Cas smiled at your amusement, watching as you looked back up at the window “Dean’s gonna be pissed” 

Cas looked at the window as well “At least he can’t blame you”

You nodded in agreement before turning towards him again, hesitating as you saw Castiel reaching towards you, gently he touched the side of your face, before pulling away a small leaf that must have blown in with the rain “Oh, thanks” ignoring the burning you felt on your face from the interaction you cleared your throat before turning away “Let me get you some dry clothes” Castiel smiled lightly as he watched you rush away, knowing full well what he just did, and seeing how it affected you. 

Now sitting in the main room of the bunker in dry clothes, Castiel took a sip of the cocoa you had made him “Thank you for the hot chocolate” 

You smiled at him, sitting down next to him, now in your own comfy clothes “You’re welcome” as an echoing boom of thunder rang out, you looked up towards the sound before sighing “As much as I love rain, I wish this storm would pass already” 

Cas nodded, also looking up “The thunder is less consistent now, I believe it is beginning to pass” 

Taking a sip of your cocoa, you considered something before looking at Cas, who was already looking at you. Though slightly surprised by that, you continued with your though “Would, uh, would you like to celebrate Halloween with us this year?” you asked somewhat shyly. 

Cas smiled at the invitation “I would be honored” 

You smiled at his choice of words “We are planning a Halloween movie marathon, complete with a sickening amount of candy” 

“Then it will be a new experience to add to my list” 

“Good” you smiled at him before looking down into your cocoa “Oh, I was wondering Cas, you never said what you actually came her for tonight” looking up you met his eyes, which held an unusual emotion behind them. 

He seemed to hesitate for a second, clearing his throat and looking away, suddenly becoming nervous “What is it Cas?” 

Thinking for a second, he met your eyes again “I, already knew Sam and Dean were on a case” seeing your quizzical look he continued “And, I knew it was very stormy here tonight, and, I just, uh, I knew I would feel better knowing you weren’t left alone.”

As you watched him nervously explain his reasoning, a smile formed on your face “So you wanted to make sure I was okay?” 

“Uh, yes” he looked up, and upon seeing the smile on your face, he seemed to relax “I know you can take care of yourself, but, I..worry, about you”

“That’s very sweet Cas. I’m glad you came. Thank you” 

Your eyes met again, something seemed to click in both of you, as you understood where each of you stood. The tension growing between your gazes was broken when the front door to the bunker swung open, causing both you and Cas to jump in surprise. 

“Damn storm!” you heard Dean yell out as he and Sam rushed into the bunker, now wet from the rain. 

As Sam and Dean entered they saw you and Cas resting on the couch “Well don’t you two look comfy” Dean commented as he walked past,

Sam smirking at his annoyed brother. “You guys alright?” you asked.

“I’m fine, but, uh, a tree branch fell and smashed the back window of the impala” he commented.

“Oh. Well. Then he certainly isn’t going to be happy about the window here” you commented, looking over at Cas.

“What window?”

Suddenly from the other side of the bunker Deans voice echoed “Aw, what the hell man!” 

“Same thing happened upstairs” you said to Sam who just sighed out as he turned and walked towards Deans curses. 

Turning you looked at Cas who was smiling fondly at you “Told you he’d be pissed.”

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Literally always do Christmas stories! They are so much fun! Who cares if its April, you write that story. On this topic, could you maybe do one where they are having a gingerbread house decorating contest with everyone??? It seems like that could be right up your ally. Can't wait to see whatever you have coming next!

There is cursing and drinking within this section. Again, this is mayhem in the best possible light as everyone is together. 

December 14, 2019 

It was the first holiday season in their new house and Kat wanted to celebrate. The tree had been up for several weeks, the fireplace decked out with lots of Christmas decor, and the banister decorated with garland and lights. 

At the last bonfire at Race and Spot’s, she had suggested that they have a Gingerbread decoration contest just before everyone headed home for the holidays. In anticipation, she gathered all of the supplies, and had stations set up around the main part of the house. 

“It all looks great.” Jack pulled Kat to his side, giving the top of her head a kiss. She grinned at him, adjusting her dress as the doorbell rang. “I’ll grab it, you take a few seconds for yourself. Love you.” 

She grinned at him. “Love you too. Thanks!” 

Pulling the cheese and sausage she had cut up earlier out of the fridge, she started setting up the charcuterie board. Laying everything out, she quickly added different crackers and grapes to the board as Jack, Race, and Spot entered the kitchen. “Hey Kat, smells great in here.” 

Accepting the hugs from both of them, she grinned. “Thanks. Lasagna is in the oven along with the garlic bread - just waiting for all of you to arrive.” 

“The party is here!” Race threw his arms up as Spot and Kat chuckled. “Do you need us to do anything?” 

Kat looked around the massive kitchen before grabbing chips and two bowls giving them to the guys. “Can you put those in those bowls? Feel free to head downstairs and grab a drink.” 

Checking the oven, she was pleased by how everything looked. Leaning against the counter, she took a sip of her drink, feeling herself relax slightly. The doorbell rang dragging her attention to the door. Pulling open the door, she grinned seeing the majority of their friends standing on the porch. 

Grabbing coats from everyone, she accepted hugs and kisses on the cheek as cheers of Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays were given. Albert, Finch, Crutchie, Elmer, Buttons, Specs, and Romeo all made their way into the living room, Kat trailing behind them. “Where’s Jack?” 

“Downstairs with Spot and Race, showing off his new bar.” She rolled her eyes good heartedly as the boys all started talking. “You guys can go down there and get something to drink if you want.” 

They made their way down the stairs as she pulled the lasagna out of the oven, putting it on the stove, letting the garlic bread cook for a few minutes longer as the doorbell rang again. Pulling off her oven mitts, she made her way over to the door and opened it with a grin. “Hey, come on in.” 

Blink, Mush, Smalls, Itey, Davey and Charlotte all walked into the house. “Smells fantastic, Kat.” 

“Thanks, just took the lasagna out of the oven. The gang’s downstairs - Jack’s showing off his new bar. Smalls, Char, I have wine in the fridge if you want that. If not, there’s harder stuff downstairs.” Kat took their coats, putting them in the closet with the others before walking back to the kitchen. 

Charlotte and Davey had been dating for the past 2 years and rumors were going around the gang that he was going to be asking her to marry him within the next couple of weeks. Charlotte was one of Kat’s closest friends, the two often going out to get a break from the many guys their significant other hung out with. 

Smalls and Charlotte followed Kat into the kitchen. “Do you need us to do anything?” 

Grabbing a bottle of wine out of the fridge, she motioned for Smalls to grab wine glasses out of the cabinet. “I think I’m all set. I’m waiting for the garlic bread to finish and I think we’ll be good to go.” 

After pouring them a glass of wine, she checked the bread, pulling it out of the oven and setting it on a cutting board. “You ready for the holidays?” 

She grinned at Smalls. “I think so. Everything has been bought and wrapped. We leave for Albany on the 22nd then to my parents the 27 and 28th. Are you ready for the mayhem at momma’s?” 

“Never but it’ll be good. I know we see each other all the time but it’ll be good to get out of the city for the holiday.” Smalls grinned. 

Kat nodded, looking over at Charlotte. “You’re going to Davey’s parents for the holidays, right?” 

“We leave the 21st for Cold Springs until the 25th when we head to my parents until the 28th.” She grinned. “It’ll be good to see his parents and siblings and it’ll be crazy with my siblings and parents.” 

Kat heard the footfalls on the steps as she quickly cut the garlic bread, throwing it into a basket, putting it on the island. She also grabbed the bowl of salad in the fridge along with salad dressings, putting them near the garlic bread. Feeling a hand on her hip, she grinned as Jack stood beside her. “Need anything?” 

“Nope. Food is ready!” She watched everyone line up, grabbing a plate and grabbing  a bit of everything. “Sit anywhere.” 

She put music on the overhead speakers, turning it down so it faded into the background. She watched all of the food to ensure nothing was getting low. “Grab a plate, Kat.” 

“I will in a bit.” She grinned as Jack placed a kiss on her cheek. “Go ahead and get some.” 

She waited until Spot and Race finished before getting her own plate. She filled it up before taking a seat at the island, pleased everyone was enjoying themselves. 

Conversations were loud and boisterous, not unlike anything the group did together. She loved the excitement in the room and grinned as she ate. 

Finishing her plate, she was glad she had opted for throwaway plates. As everyone continued to eat, she started cleaning up the kitchen, knowing that it was going to be a long night and the last thing she wanted to do when everyone left was dishes. Jack joined her a few moments later, giving her a look. “How about I clean up and you go relax? You’ve been running around like a madwoman these last few hours. Besides, you’re supposed to be taking it easy.” 

Ignoring his pointed look, Kat shook her head. “I’m fine, worry bear. Calm down.” 

“Go sit, I’ve got the kitchen.” Jack handed her cup, patting her butt before pushing her out of the kitchen. 

She stuck her tongue out at him, heading towards the office to grab some paper and a pen. Walking into the living room, she took a seat in her favorite chair before starting to write on the paper. “Racer?” 

“What’s up Kat?” He looked up from his conversation with Blink and Smalls. 

She grinned at him. “Can I borrow your hat?” 

“Ugh . . . really? Why not borrow Crutchie’s?” He gave her a look, knowing his hair would look horrible if he took his hat off. 

“Because you’re sitting right here and Crutchie’s in the other room.” She gave him a look as Spot reached up, snatched the hat and tossed it over to her.  “Thanks Spot!” 

Tearing up the paper, she threw them into the hat, reaching in and mixing them up.  “So how is this going down?” 

“Everything is set up in the basement. There will be 8 teams and you have an hour to decorate your gingerbread house.” Kat shrugged, looking at Smalls. “There’s really no rules, just thought it would be fun.” 

“You do know that you called decorating gingerbread houses with my brothers, fun, right?” Smalls raised an eyebrow in Kat’s direction as Kat giggled. 

Nodding her head, Kat smiled. “Yeah I know but that's why we’re going to draw names - I’m hoping to avoid any of your brothers being together.” 

Kat remembered a few years ago when Medda wanted her kids to decorate gingerbread houses. Jack, Kat, Spot, Race, Smalls, Albert, and Finch all descended on Medda’s house and it was pure chaos and the houses looked absolutely horrible. They ended up throwing them out because none of them were salvageable. 

“I still have nightmares about that.” Smalls shivered, giving her sister-in-law a look. 

Pointing at her, Kat nodded. “Me too. Jack and I were just talking about it and we’re hoping tonight doesn’t end that way.” 

By that time, everyone had made their way into the living room. She caught Jack’s eye and he merely winked at her. “Alright, now for the main reason y’all are all here. Everything’s set up in the basement, so we can head down there and divide and conquer.” 

Once in the basement, she grinned. “Alright, Jack, Spot, Davey, Smalls, Albert, Elmer, Crutchie, and Buttons, you all are over here. You’re going to pick one name out of the hat and that’s your partner.” 

“This is awfully school teacher-ish of you Kat.” Race teased, giving his sister-in-law a grin. 

She gave him a mock look. “Well, I do deal with high schoolers on a daily basis so . . . what else do you expect from me, Racer?” 

“Can we just get on with the show?” Albert whined, giving his best friend and sister-in-law a look. 

Stepping up to Jack, she offered him the hat as he picked a name. “Charlotte.” 

“Spot?” He picked his name and grinned, “Specs.” 

“Davey?” Picking a name, everyone groaned as he mixed up the remaining names. “Blink.” 

“Smalls?” She grabbed the top one, grinning. “Romeo.” 

Itey gave a look to Romoe. “Don’t be flirtin’ with her the entire time.” 

Romeo’s jaw dropped. “Me? I’d never!” 

“Albert?” His tongue poked out through the side of his mouth as he picked. “Race.” 

A collective groan came from the group, as Spot and Jack both glared at Katherine. “Hey now, I didn’t have any power over him picking Albert.” 

“Uh huh . . .” Jack gave his wife a look. 

“Elmer?” He quickly picked, wanting to move on from the previous pick. “Finch.” 

“Crutchie?” Crutchie reached in, grabbing one of the two remaining names. “Mush.” 

“Buttons, you’re with Itey.” Kat threw Race back his hat with a grin. “Now there are 8 stations set up around the room, all with bowls of the same decorations. We have more available if you run out but the only rules are that you have to stay at your own stations - no wandering, Race.” 

Race squawked. “Hey now, that was one time.”

“Just reminding you. You have one hour.” Kat said, giving the group a grin. 

Romeo looked at her. “And how are we determining a winner?” 

“Popular vote. Everyone gets one vote.” Jack spoke up, giving his wife a grin. 

“And if there’s a tie?” Race piped up.

“Kat’s the tie-breaker which is why she’s not making one.” Jack said, eyeing the group. “Any other questions?” 

The group was surprisingly quiet after that. “Alright, man your stations and you have an hour.” 

She set her timer before going over to the TV to turn on a football game. Army and Navy were playing and this group was divided between the two teams.  She settled into a chair that would give her a good vantage point to see all the teams and how they were progressing. 

“That doesn’t go there!” Albert cried as he slapped Race’s hands away from the built house. 

Race groaned. “Says who? It can go wherever in the house.” 

“The candy cane doesn’t go on the roof.” Albert sighed, shaking his head. 

“This is a gingerbread house, not one of your fancy paintings, Jack.” Charlotte sighed, giving him a look. Jack squawked. “It’s gotta be pretty, Charlotte. You focus on the roof and I’ll focus on the little details.” 

Kat laughed, hearing the little comments between the groups. She snuggled into the couch as Pluto, their Golden Retriever puppy came over to her before joining her on the couch. 

“Romeo, we’re not going to drip icing all over the house.” Smalls gave him a look. Romeo shrugged. “Then come up with a better idea yourself.” 

“Hey Finchie, that’s actually really cool.” Elmer gushed. 

“BLINK!” Davey cried out. “You can’t do that!” 

“Why not?” Blink shot back. “The swedish fish are going to look amazing on top of the chimney.” 

Kat looked over the couch at the groups who had been quiet thus far - Crutchie and Mush, Buttons and Itey, and Spot and Specs. 

Pushing herself off the couch, she wandered around the room, snapping photos of the groups. Some of the gingerbread houses caused her to raise an eyebrow but all in all there had been no major disasters . . . yet.

“You guys got thirty minutes.” She called, settling back on the couch, pulling a blanket over her legs, watching the mayhem in front of her. Pluto pushed his weight into her side, as she ruffled his fur. 

Early viewing, she was impressed by Spot and Specs, both of which had their tongues poking out between their lips in concentration. Albert and Race’s was pure mayhem, much like their personalities. She grinned at Jack and Charlotte’s - it was expertly decorated with coordinating colors in patterns. 

The remaining time passed quickly, as everyone scrambled to put the last minute touches on their creations. A cry and a couple of cuss words came from Blink and Davey as all eyes drew over to them. “What happened?”

“Our house fell down.” Blink cried, pointing wildly at the heap of disaster on their table. 

Kat giggled, shaking her head. “You’ve got 2 minutes . . . you could try to savage what you can.” 

“We give up!” Davey held his hands, slowly backing away from the table, coming over to sit next to Kat on the couch. “Well that was fun.” 

Throwing her head back, she laughed at sarcasm that came out of Davey’s mouth as Blink came to sit beside him. “Fun for who? You?” 

“You know what I mean.” Davey gave him a look as a triumph cheer came from Jack and Charlotte who enthusiastically high-fived one another as they backed away from their own table. 

The timer on Kat’s phone loudly sang “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” as she silenced the phone.  “Time! Stop what you’re doing and back away from the tables. Spot, drop the icing! Come over here by the TV while I take a look at them.”

She grinned at Jack as she passed him. He grabbed the stack of unofficial ballots Kat had created, handing one to everyone along with a pen. 

She walked along the tables, grinning at some of the creativity with the houses. She took mental notes of which ones she liked. Returning to the group, she gave them a look. “Alright, this is the time you can speak about your houses. Davey, Blink, you’re excused. Who wants to go first?” 

“We’ll go.” Jack said, stepping up, giving Charlotte a look. “We were inspired by Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night painting.” 

Charlotte gave him a look. “Not sure what you were smoking but our main goal was just making sure the house stood before decorating it. Then we were inspired by Van Gogh’s painting.” 

They all looked at the rainbow decorations on the gingerbread house before nodding in appreciation. “We’ll go next.” 

Spot and Specs stepped up. “We didn’t have a game plan, just get in there and make sure everything was standing before decorating it. Honestly, it was a kind of a shitshow but we managed to pull it out in the end.” 

“Very eloquently said, Spot.” Jack cracked up, giving his brother a look before looking at the glittery thrown up magic house.  

Smalls and Romeo looked at one another before motioning to their gingerbread house. “It’s standing . . . and that’s all we can ask for.” 

Kat held back a groan as Albert and Race stepped up as Jack grinned at her. “We had this vision of creating the picturesque gingerbread farm house, complete with snow hanging delicately off the roof.” 

“What happened? Looks like a bomb hit your house.” Spot piped up, giving his husband a look. 

Pointing to his husband, Race gave him a look. “Hush you . . . but that quickly went out the door. In the end, we wanted to show our true personalities in the house.”

“Looks like it's a crack house.” Jack said. 

“Best damn crack house in the county.” Albert grinned as Elmer stepped up. 

“We decided to go with the traditional red and white theme with our house. The entire thing is covered in only red and white candies.” Finch grinned. 

Cruchie grinned. “We did our house in green and white with a snowy roof and Santa on the roof.”

“You forgot his eight dancing reindeer.” Romeo called, giving them a look. 

Shrugging, Mush grinned. “If we had another hour, you’d see them along with the sled and a bag full of presents.” 

Clapping his hands, Button drew everyone’s attention to him. “And last, but not lease and the clear winners, ours! We drew our inspiration from Hansel and Gretel.” 

Looking at the house, it was a pretty standard decorated gingerbread house, with Necco wafers as the slants of the roof along with peppermints creating a walkway up to the front of the house. Skittles serve as lights as they were glued to the roof with icing. 

Clapping her hands, Kat grinned at everyone. “Now that we've thoroughly walked through everyone’s houses, now you need to vote. One vote per person and if there’s a tie, I’ll be the tie breaker.” 

The room became quiet as everyone wrote down their votes.  Everyone folded them up and threw them into the basket on the coffee table. Looking around at everyone, Kat made sure all the votes were in before stirring them up. She quickly went through all the pieces of paper, putting them into piles. 

“Well?” Jack asked, bouncing on his toes in anticipation. 

Kat quickly counted the votes for the two piles. Groaning slightly, she grinned. “Eight votes a piece for Buttons and Itey along with Finch and Elmer. So it comes down to me . . .”

She pushed herself off the couch before walking over to the two gingerbread houses. She looked at the traditional one before looking at the red and white house. She bit her look as she stood up and looked at the group. “First, I’m going to say that I really love them both but I absolutely love Finch and Elmer’s more. They get my vote.” 

Reaching behind the couch, she pulled out two gift bags handing them over to Finch and Elmer.  “Winners get these. The rest of you, your consolation prizes are upstairs.” 

Finch and Elmer pulled out the tissue paper of their bags, pulling out the wrapped tissue papered bundles. Unwrapping them, both Finch and Elmer dissolved to loud laughs. The group watched as they both unfolded a red t-shirt. “These are fantastic Kat. Thanks!” 

“What do they say?” Romeo asked, looking over at the two. 

Kat had made t-shirts with the words “Reigning Gingerbread House Making Champs, 2019” on them.  The group laughed, congratulating Finch and Elmer on their house. “Now, before we go back upstairs, either take your house home or throw it away. I don’t want anything left here.” 

The majority of them were thrown away but Finch ended up taking his home along with Buttons. The rest of the houses ended up in the trash and the group took the bowls of candy upstairs to munch on.  The remainder of the night was filled with quiet conversations, drunk antics, and a warm feeling of the Christmas spirit, until Kat kicked them out of her house around midnight. 

Thanks @deliciouspeachpirate for sending this one in!! This is 3300 words of pure mayhem and craziness. Please let me know what you think! Feedback is a writer’s best friend! 

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[writingformadderton]

The Book of You and I - Part 12

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2591

Summary: Rocketman, a proposal, the Golden Globes and a wedding. We reached the end ;)

Additional Tags: fluff, proposal, slow dancing, Niall Horan, Rocketman, wedding

Dedicated to @taron-eggmcmuffin❤️ 

Part 11  Part 1

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A few months late, the premiere of Rocketman in Cannes took place.  It’s still unreal to Taron that they got a four minute standing ovation for it. He got to sing Rocketman with Elton at the beach and the whole evening happened in a blur.

It's November 2019 now and his birthday is getting close. This year was wild and full of adventures. He feels Richard wrapping his arms around him from behind and smiles softly when he presses a kiss onto his temple.

"Everything alright?" Rich asks and rests his head on his shoulder admiring the sight Taron has from their balcony. The sun was going down over London and the sky was covered in a beautiful soft red.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about this crazy year," he admits and leans his head against Richard’s.

"It really has been crazy," Rich admits, giggling. "You're the actor of the year."

Taron grins when he hears the proud in Richard’s voice. "Mm and my boyfriend is the most stylish man this year," he says just as proud making Richard smirk. He jumps up and pulls Richard onto his chair, sitting down on his lap, "I didn't imagine my life would take such a beautiful turn after the accident."

Richard watches him lovingly and nods. "Everything happens for a reason," he says and wraps his arms around his boyfriend, "And I'm glad you're my reason for that shit that happened."

"Well I'm glad you're my reason too," Taron says and starts playing with Richard’s curls. "I would be very lonely without you."

"Me too, bub."

-

Taron stands there with a smile as his friends sing Happy Birthday to him. They are at Elton's place and Rich and Elton invited some friends and family. Jamie, Bryce, Dex and Bernie. Keeley, Sophie and Joe. Richard’s and Taron’s parents and little sisters. Niall Horan, who became a great mate of Taron and Richard after a night out and a surprising meeting in a bar is also here.

"Make a wish!" Niall cheers as he leans down to blow out the candle and Taron closes his eyes shortly before blowing out the candles.

Richard wraps him into a hug and kisses him lovingly. "What did you wish for?" he whispers.

"I'll tell you when it happens," he whispers back and smiles at him adoringly.

 -

A bit later, Taron sits on Richard’s lap, enjoying the company of his friends and family. Suddenly someone asks Niall and Elton to play some songs and all get up to dance. Rich tries to pull him up, "Come on let's dance."

"Why should I dance now?" he laughs and watches his boyfriend adoringly.

"You loved to do it," he says and smirks at him.

Taron starts to get nervous and plays with his hands, "I-I'm not sure if I'm still able to-."

"Trust me. I'll guide you," Richard says and Taron’s face softens as he gets up.

"Fine," Taron sighs and follows Richard onto the dance floor.

Niall starts singing the song that Rich suggested he could play. Taron used to love that song. "When you feel your love's been taken, when you know there's something missing," he starts his song Flicker.

Taron looks up at Richard and listens closely to the lyrics. "When you feel there's something missing. Sounds familiar," he jokes and Rich smirks.

I'm afraid that what we had is gone.

Richard thinks back to when Taron couldn't remember him that day in the hospital and swallows. Everything they had was gone, but it came back so much stronger.

They continue dancing both listing to lyrics and taking them in differently than they did before the accident.

When you lay there and you're sleeping

Hear the patterns of your breathing

And I tell you things you've never heard before

"You did that a lot. Telling me things I've never heard before," T giggles and Richard chuckles.

"True."

Then I look in my heart

There's a light in the dark

Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me

That I wanna keep

Please don’t leave

When Richard meets Taron’s eyes again, they are filled with tears. "Why are you crying now?" he asks confused and carefully strokes over his cheek continuing to dance.

"I'll tell you later." he says and smiles up to him happily. He buries his face in his shoulder and breathes in Richards cologne. When the song ends all of their friends stop dancing and look at them.

"What's going on?" Rich asks laughing and Taron takes a step back.

Niall sits down on the edge of the stage and grins at his mates and Elton watches them from the piano stool. "Okay, here we go," Taron says and smiles at Richard. "I won't talk much because then I'll probably start crying, but there are a few things I wanna tell you," he says and Richard nods slowly not knowing what to expect, "When I met you, I didn't know about our past and we had a rough start because of that. But you gave me a choice and the chance to get to know you all over again. You took the time to get to know me all over again. And I don't think that anybody else would have done that." Taron shrugs his shoulders. "I changed. I don't have to remember the past to know that. But somehow you stayed," he smiles softly, "You're my flicker of hope, you've always been. I don't ever want to be parted from you as we were all this time ago," he kneels down and opens a little box with a ring. "I know this is pretty fast but when did we ever do something as it should be? Do you want to marry me, Richie?" he asks and sees his beautiful deep blue eyes fill with tears.

"Yes," Richard nods and his hands are trembling when Taron puts on the ring. They fall into a tight hug while the rest cheers and cry into each other's shoulder.

 -

A bit later, they are standing outside on Elton’s balcony where Taron was honest about his feelings for the first time and enjoy the little time of silence. Richard looks at Taron curiously and turns towards him, leaning against the balustrade. “So what did you want to tell me after the dance?”

“I just realized you were my flicker of hope in all of this shit and I guess that made me a bit emotional.” Taron admits and blushes softly. “And my birthday wish turned true when you said yes.”

Rich looks at him speechless for a moment before he pulls him close and connects their lips to a loving kiss. “You are the cutest person I know,” he admits and smiles at him.

“Well, I hope so,” Taron giggles softly.

 -

Only three months later they are back at the Golden Globes, Taron being nominated with his performance in Rocketman. He’s sitting next to Elton and even though he hides it really well, he feels a bit anxious about Richard not being with them. Richard had been away shooting in Spain and wasn’t able to make it in time, his flight back only attended ten minutes ago and he didn’t want to suddenly walk inside this room full of people.

When his name gets called Elton and David start cheering loudly next to him and Taron smiles shyly not believing his ears. He gets up nervously, hugging Lucy and Rami, who are at the same table and walks towards the stairs.

On stage, he quickly hugs Chris and Scarlett who give him his globe and takes a deep breath. He thanks everyone included on the movie, Elton, David, Dex and hopes he didn’t forget someone. Then he takes another deep breath and smiles, “And I wanna thank my fiancé Richard, who just came back home from shooting in Spain half an hour ago. I am eternally grateful for everything you did, and I’ll see you later,” he says and gets distracted by the audience starting to clap and cheer. Taron looks to his side a bit startled when he sees Scarlett stepping out of his vision. His eyes widen when he sees his fiancé standing there with a bright smile and nothing than pure adoration and proud in his eyes.

Richard chuckles feeling Taron falling into his arms and wraps his arms tightly around him. “I’m so proud of you.” he says and T pulls back beaming. Richard kisses him lovingly before letting him get his golden globe, stammering another thank you and coming back grabbing his hand. Rich leads them down from the stage and out of the room. As soon as they closed the door behind them, they are standing in the empty hallway and Richard cups his face with both hands kissing him hungrily.

Taron moans into the kiss and kisses him back passionately. “Oh fuck I missed you so much!” he admits and Richard nods agreeing. It’s been the first time that they were parted longer than a week, at least for Taron.

“I missed you too, bubs. But now I’m here,” Rich smiles at him and hugs him tightly burying his face in his neck.

Taron fondles over his curls lovingly and smirks, “You’re tired from your flight?”

“Yeah. And I really wanna get out of this suit,” Richard groans and smirks up to him. “I can’t wait to fall asleep next to you tonight,” he says and bops Taron’s nose with his own.

“We’ll try to get out of here as soon as we can, I promise,” Taron says smiling and grabs his hands. “You’re gonna come with me so they can engrave my name on it?” he asks and Richard agrees immediately.

A little while later, Jamie is joining the table of all their friends and winks at T. “Seems like you have to pay for dinner,” He grins and pulls him into a strong hug. “Congratulations, mate. You deserve it!”

“Thank you,” Taron answers smiling and hugs him back. “Yeah, seems like I have to pay,” he giggles.

 -

Richard nearly fell asleep in Taron’s arms during the talks with their friends and is incredibly tired already. When they finally leave, it’s already 2am and Richard rubs his face tiredly, yawning. He pats himself hard on his cheeks, trying to wake up enough to drive and T glances at him.

“You’re sure you wanna drive?” Taron asks worried and watches him closely. Richard looked terribly tired and exhausted.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” he says and yawns again, opening the car door.

“Richie, you’re exhausted,” T tries softly.

“Well, who should drive then, huh?” he asks confused and wants to get in.

“I-I could try,” Taron says barely audible. This was so stupid.

“Taron, love,” Richard starts softly, “It’s dark and already late. You barely drove short ways during the day so far. You really think that’s a good idea?”

“Not better than letting you drive now,” Taron mumbles and Richard watches him observantly.

Richard could see that Taron was scared. Scared of another accident, scared that something happened to them. He walks over to him and nods. “Okay, I trust you,” he says and hands him the keys. He hugs Taron tightly and presses a kiss onto his forehead, “I know you can do it and I’ll be right there.”

Taron nods and quickly gets in, taking a few deep breaths until Richard got in on the passenger side. T turns the key around and starts the car, buckling up. His fingers wrap themselves tightly around the steering wheel as he sets the blinking lights. “Okay, here we go,” He mumbles more to himself and bites his lower lip.

Richard glances over at him and sees how nervous and uncomfortable he looks. He reaches over to him and places his hand on his thigh, fondling him calmingly. “I know you can do it, bubs. Take a deep breath, focus on the street and don’t let anything stress you out. I’m right here,” He says calming and rubs tiny circles on his inner thigh before squeezing encouragingly.

Taron starts driving and his stomach protests against it almost instantly, but he decides to continue his drive. He is lucky about every red-light and Richard’s encouragements from time to time help him to focus. When he parks the car in front of their house he starts giggling, not believing he just drove them all the way home in the middle of a cold night in January. He rests his head on his hands on the steering wheel and groans, “OH my god, that was fucking scary!”

Richard watches him with a smirk and rubs his back. “I am so proud of you,” he says and grins widely as Taron looks up at him. “Look at you, my brave boy,” his voice gets soft and adoring as he fondles over his cheek.

Taron nestles his face in his hand and closes his eyes for a moment. “Wouldn’t have been able to do this without you next to me.” he places his hand on top of Richard’s and smirks, “Just like so many things.”

“Shut up,” Richard chuckles and connects their lips sweetly, “God, I am so proud of you after today.”

Taron blushes wildly, “You definitely need sleep,” He says and makes them both laugh into their kiss.  

 -

Their wedding day is the most emotional day Taron can remember. He’s crying most of the time, cuddled into Richard, overwhelmed by everything that’s going on. Richard takes it as it is and thinks it’s cute, cuddles him and showers him with kisses. Walking down the alley with his mum towards Richard was the scariest and most exciting thing he ever did and saying yes felt amazing. When he saw Richard’s deep blue eyes fill with tears as he saw him, his measured sweet lover crying just seeing him in his wedding suit, he knew he finally was where he belonged. Dancing to Your song, holding each other close, while sharing loving kisses from time to time and staring into each other’s eyes felt perfect.

He watches Richard talking to his little sisters and imagines him with children. How cute would be Richard as a father? His heart warms at that thought and he feels happy and peaceful.

Taron never thought he would ever be able to be happy again or just smile. The first couple months after the accident he went through hell, feeling useless and lost. A good cry was almost welcome, because it was those days, he didn’t feel numb.

Meeting Richard let those feelings disappear and then come back stronger after their first confrontation with a part of the truth. But the more time he spent with the Scottish and the closer they got again, the more he felt alive. Truly alive.

Maybe he would have never experienced how it feels to truly love someone. Maybe he would have never learned to take care of himself and be aware of his feelings. There were a lot more “maybes” on his list, but he knows one thing for sure-

“You’re alright?” he gets interrupted in his thoughts.

Taron looks up into his favorite pair of blue eyes. “Yes, I am more than alright,” he says.

“So, Mr. Madden, would you like to dance with me?” Richard asks and winks at him as he grabs his hand.

“I would love to,” Taron answers giggling and shakes his head.

- Richard Madden, his husband, was the realest and best thing that ever happened to him.

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June 23, 2019 (1): Zelda and the future

(previous play)

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Sunday, 4:12 pm:

David: *they planned on meeting at Carlos' to play video games because his parents are on holiday and he's got the place to himself* *is a little proud that they're only 12 minutes late when they finally arrive at the house Carlos lives in* *gets off his bike and grins at Matteo* Only 12 minutes late! We're getting better! *briefly looks at the house because he's never been at Carlos' place and then back at Matteo who is locking his bike* *laughs quietly when he sees Jonas coming around the corner on his bike and says to Matteo* And we're not even the last ones for a change! *then can already hear Jonas: "Oh, crap! I thought I'd make it before you two..."* *shrugs and grins* I don't know what's going on today, either... *waits for Jonas to lock up his bike as well and watches how he first hits Matteo and then him on the shoulder in greeting and hears him say: "Na, Mister David Schreibner!? Have you bought a frame, yet?!"* *grins and somehow likes it that he remembers* *shakes his head and murmurs* Not yet...

Matteo: *laughs when David is so proud* *shrugs* Oh, they should just stop making such a big fuss all the time... *locks his bike and gets up again* *also laughs when he sees Jonas* Ha! *shakes his head* He knows exactly what's going on... *imitates David* "Come on, Matteo... let's just be on time only once, Matteo... you can also go to the bathroom there..." *grins when Jonas congratulates David again* We already made copies... I'll get a frame! *then goes to the front door with the two and rings the bell*

David: *gives Matteo the secretary's-office-look when Matteo imitates him and then shrugs* It worked... *laughs quietly* Well, a little... *nods when Matteo tells him about the copies and the frame and then follows them to the front door and up the stairs to the second floor after they get buzzed in* *sees Abdi standing at the apartment door and as he fistbumps them in greeting hears him say: "He's not really in a good mood today..."* *lifts one eyebrow in worry when he returns the greeting and doesn't ask because he'll probably find out soon enough, anyways* *hears Jonas announce in a good mood: "Oh, we'll soon change that... where is he? Living room?"* *sees Abdi nod and follows the others through the hallway into the living room*

Matteo: *greets Abdi and then grimaces a little in worry when he hears his words* *whispers to David* We should have brought Hans' super sweet booze, after all... *then follows Jonas and Abdi into the living room* Hey, dude... *there's some bustle while they all greet Carlos and then somehow find their seats on the sofa, the armchair and the floor* *him and David managed to get the armchair while Jonas and Carlos are sitting on the small sofa and Abdi's on the floor* *notices that Carlos looks a little dejected and thinks that a sledgehammer approach is the best method* Why are you pulling such a face? What's wrong? *notices Jonas look at him depreciatively but only shrugs one shoulder*

David: *has put his arm around Matteo after they managed to get the armchair and after he greeted Carlos* *looks at Carlos a little more closely and thinks that he really does look quite frustrated* *then hears Matteo's question and finds it pretty direct* *briefly draws up his eyebrows in skepticism and then looks at Carlos scrutinizingly* *sees him sigh briefly and then shake his head: "Ey, yesterday Kiki told me that she got her acceptance letter for university..."* *hears Jonas: "But that's great! What's so bad about it that it ruins your mood like that? You have your apprenticeship, she got accepted to university so everything's great, isn't it?"* *sees Carlos look at Jonas with serious expression and then simply says: "Halle!"* *sees Abdi nod and repeat: "Halle!", as if he wanted to make sure everyone really gets it* *can understand now why Carlos is so down because it will most likely come down to a long-distance relationship and asks* How far away is Halle again? 150 km? *hears Carlos answer: "171"* *nods in understanding and murmurs* Fuck... *hears Carlos: "Tell me about it, bro..."*

Matteo: *is sitting partly on the armrest and partly on the armchair leaning onto David* *listens to the boys and then looks from one to the other a little confused* But that's only two hours by car... *sees Jonas look at him depreciatively again* *sees Abdi shake his head and hears him say: "What do you mean only?"* *hears Carlos sigh and hears him say: "That means I'll only see her on weekends and probably not even every weekend"* *wonders what's so bad about not constantly seeing Kiki and slightly shrugs his shoulders* *sees Jonas shake his head and hears him say: "Sorry, Brudi, but I'm really amazed that you of all people don't understand that..."* *slightly grimaces in his direction* *then hears Abdi: "That's actually true, you get crazy even when you're only 1.7 km away from David"* *humpfs quietly and then understands Carlos a little bit, after all, he just can’t think of Kiki as Kiki* *nods* Okay, that's true... but... *looks at Carlos* ... what does she even say about it? If you both want it, then you'll manage.

David: *feels a tiny sting when Matteo says that it would only be two hours by car and stiffens a little when he wonders if Matteo really wouldn't mind it if they suddenly were 171 km apart* *nods at Carlos' words and tries to ignore the sting and Matteo's words because now it's not really about them but about Carlos and Kiki* *then hears Jonas' words to Matteo and on the one hand has to smile a little about them but on the other hand finds it somehow strange that Jonas seems to understand the problem better than Matteo does* *then has to grin slightly at Abdi's assumption and briefly looks at Matteo who somehow seems to understand only now what it's about* *then hears Carlos: "Well Kiki says that it's her chance and that she'll definitely accept the spot. I mean, I can somehow understand her, she really wants to study but she acts as if it somehow would be... I don’t know... as if it were absolutely okay for her that we'll barely see each other..."* *clears his throat and asks* Isn't there a possibility for her to start in Halle for now, but then switch to Berlin after a semester? She can also study psychology in Berlin... *hears Jonas: "Exactly! Once you got accepted somewhere, it's easier to switch... I mean even if the numerus clausus in Berlin is actually higher than in Halle, the chance of getting accepted is higher once you've already been accepted to the course of study!"* *nods in agreement to Jonas words and says* Then it would really only be a temporary long-distance relationship... so maybe one year instead of three or four years.

Matteo: *nods in affirmation at everything that is being said* And look, you've already been through quite a lot and always stuck together... then you'll get through this, as well. *sees Jonas nod enthusiastically* *sees Carlos tilt his head back forth: "But what if she wants to stay in Halle? If she likes it so much there?"* *says very decisively* Then you'll get through this, as well! *has realized now that apparently the right way is to encourage Carlos and not belittle the situation itself* *sees Carlos look at him and hears him ask: "Would you get through this?"* *grimaces slightly* *but then gives him an honest answer* I wouldn't... but I'm also not as strong as you. *grins slightly* Hey, Halle really isn't thaaat far away. My mum used to have a friend from Halle, she spontaneously came to visit us quite often... that's quite doable, even by train.

David: *nods at what Matteo says and thinks it's good that he encourages Carlos now* *adds* And even if she wants to stay there... then you'll just do the three years of your apprenticeship and then you'll find a good job there! *then hears Carlos' question to Matteo and is glad that Matteo answers and that it seems to be enough for Carlos* *is pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to get through it but doesn't want to demotivate Carlos with it* *adds to Matteo's words* Besides there's semester break! I guess Kiki will be in Berlin then, anyways. She doesn't only have you here, but also her family and her friends! *hears Jonas: "Exactly! Halle really isn't that bad! Just imagine if it were Munich or Flensburg or somewhere like that... then it wouldn't even be worth going there over the weekend because it's so far away!"* *sees Carlos shrug and hears him say with his head hanging low: "I'm just afraid that she'll like it there so much... she'll meet new people... she'll meet new guys... they might be cooler than me..."* *then hears Abdi: "Don't talk like that, dude! No one is cooler than you and Kiki knows that!"*

Matteo: *nods at what Abdi says* Exactly! You're the coolest, man, and Kiki knows that! *sees Jonas look at him surprised and only shrugs one shoulder* Look, thing is... if you prophet doom and gloom from the get-go then it won't work out. *sees Jonas nod and hears him say: "Exactly. We are going to have a nice evening now, you are going to relax a little and tomorrow you're going to get together with her again and you'll talk about it again. It's going to work out!"* *nods again and grins* And now go get the beer and then we'll distract you a little, ok?

David: *has to smile slightly when Matteo is talking about doom and gloom* *has experience with that* *sees Carlos nod at Jonas' suggestion and hears him say: "Okay, maybe you're right!"* *grins slightly and says* I'm really sure we are right! *sees Carlos pick himself up when he hears Matteo's words and then hears him say to Abdi: "I've also got chips in the cabinet over there. Go get them, Brudi!"* *sees Carlos leave the living room to get beer from somewhere and once he's left the room hears Jonas murmur: "That situation really sucks... I can really understand him..."* *nods and quietly says* Me too... but it's probably more helpful to encourage him than pull him down... *also wraps his other arm around Matteo and squeezes him close* *briefly hides his face on his shoulder and sighs quietly when he thinks about the fact that their future somehow isn't really certain, either* *is really afraid that he'll also only get accepted somewhere outside of Berlin and that Matteo will offer to move away with him because he really doesn't want to ask that of him*

Matteo: *nods at Jonas' words* Yeah it is... *also nods at David's words* We'll distract him a little, I think that's good... *wraps his arm around David when he squeezes him close* *quickly presses a kiss to his hair and whispers* Hey, that's not us, ok? *apparently didn't whisper quietly enough because he can hear Abdi laugh and say: "Nothing could tear you apart, anyways!"* *only shrugs one shoulder at that comment and doesn't say anything because Carlos returns with a six-pack beer* *sees Carlos start to open and hand out the bottles* *looks at David* I can also get you something else? *hears Carlos laugh a little: "Caution, caution, the alcohol police is here again. Mister Schreibner mustn’t exceed the alcohol level of 0.01!"*

David: *has to smile at the words Matteo whispers to him and nods slightly but still can't quite turn off his thoughts on that topic* *hears Abdi and grins slightly* *was just about to answer him that he would probably chain himself to Matteo if somebody were to try it when Carlos returns to the living room and starts opening the bottles* *was just about to decline Matteo's offer and grab a beer from Carlos but then hears Carlos' words and thinks it's somehow unfair to Matteo – even if it's only meant as a joke. But when Matteo is worried about him because of that that then it's only something between Matteo and him and the others shouldn't really meddle in that* *therefore changes his mind, looks at Matteo, smiles slightly and says* That would be nice, I don't really feel like beer today... *hears Jonas laugh and Carlos look pretty surprised: "Ey, come on, Brudi, at least one!"* *shakes his head and laughs quietly* Have been quite a lot of "at least one beers" lately... don’t want it to become a habit...

Matteo: *looks a little dumbfounded when he hears Carlos' comment* *didn't really mean it like that and just wanted to offer David an alternative* *is a little surprised when David actually agrees with him and sits up immediately* *looks at Carlos* We're too old to care for peer pressure, aren't we? *gets up and asks Carlos* Your glasses are still where they used to be? *sees Carlos nod and open his mouth but interrupts him* Thanks, I'll just go help myself from the fridge. *leaves the living room to get a glass and something else for David to drink from the kitchen* *therefore doesn't hear how Carlos asks David: "Does that really not annoy you?"*

David: *releases Matteo from his grasp when he immediately tries to get up and grins slightly when he hears his comment about peer pressure* *briefly looks after Matteo gratefully and then hears Carlos' question* *at first looks at him a little astonished but then laughs quietly* What? That my boyfriend worries about me!? *hears Carlos: "Well, but it's still kinda your decision, isn't it?"* *nods and shrugs one shoulder* Sure. But he's not forbidding anything... he simply suggests alternatives. *hears Carlos again: "It would still really annoy me..."* *thinks that it would probably annoy him if Matteo started to argue about it, but so far, Matteo has always let him do his thing when he decided to have alcohol and has always accepted his decision* *then hears Jonas say to Carlos: "Imagine a doctor had told Kiki that she shouldn't drink too much alcohol... and she would still drink with the girls all the time... then you would also say something at some point, wouldn't you?"* *sees Carlos think about it and before he says: "Yes, but that's something completely different... but if Kiki would do that with me, I'd tell her something!"* *can't really believe what he just heard and laughs out loud* Why? Because you're the man and she's the woman? So much for equality!

Matteo/mostly the boys: *has found a glass and is now trying to decide between the different juices in the fridge* *Jonas laughs and nods in affirmation at David's words: "Yes, Carlos, that's really macho-y of you"* *Carlos shakes his head: "No, I'm just saying... you're old enough, you can decide for yourself what you want... it's exhausting if he always says something!"* *Jonas shakes his head: "He doesn't forbid him anything. He just worries. And like I said, I would bet quite a lot that if it were Kiki you'd be even more persistent."* *Abdi sighs and quietly says: "I'd love to have a girlfriend who worries about me."* *comes back into the living room with a glass and a few bottles under each arm* I didn't know what you wanted so I brought water, apple juice, orange juice and pineapple juice... *looks at David questioningly and only then realizes that everyone stopped talking the moment he came into the room* Should I leave again?

David: *quietly laughs at Carlos' words again* But that's exactly what I'm doing! I decide for myself! *then shakes his head when Carlos says that Matteo is exhausting, groans and leans back in resignation* *nods at Jonas' words, smiles slightly at Abdi's words and then looks up when Matteo enters the living room loaded with bottles* *smiles at him lovingly and takes two of the bottles from him to put them on the coffee table* *quietly murmurs "thanks" to him* *immediately shakes his head when Matteo asks if he should leave again and reaches his arms out for him* *somehow really feels like protecting him after the things Carlos has just said* *hears Abdi answer Matteo's question honestly: "No, you can stay! Carlos just thought you were annoying!"* *looks at Abdi a little deprecatingly and hears Jonas laugh: "Yes, but we were actually done with the topic... right?!"* *sees Jonas look at everyone a little provokingly and nods immediately* I agree!

Matteo: *puts the other two bottles and the glass down on the coffee table and thinks that David will just help himself* *grins slightly when David reaches out for him and immediately gets back to his previous spot next to him, leans against him and takes David's hand* *laughs slightly at Abdi's answer and looks at Carlos* Is that so? *sees Carlos simply shrug but he doesn't give an explanation* *then hears that they are apparently done with the topic and that he apparently won't get an explanation* Let's just see how annoying he'll find me when I finish him off at Mario Kart! *hears Jonas laugh and Abdi say: "Carlos actually wanted to play Zelda!"* *grins slightly at the mention of Zelda and remembers David and him talking about it but then also remembers what happened afterwards* *holds onto David and wraps both arms around him tightly* Don't run away.

David: *puts one arm around Matteo when he sits back down next to him and entwines their fingers with a smile when Matteo takes his hand* *is actually glad that they are apparently done with the topic, that no one mentions it again and that Matteo then suggests they start to play* *when he hears Abdi's comment he sees Jonas look at Carlos and hears him ask: "How far are you now, Brudi?"* *sees Carlos get up and turn on the TV and the console and hears him answer: "I reached level 28 yesterday..."* *sees Jonas nod appreciatively and in that moment feels Matteo's arms tighten around him and hears his words* *grins slightly and presses a kiss to his forehead* *murmurs quietly* Don't worry... those times are behind me... *then hears Abdi: "Ey, is our character still saved?! Then maybe we can continue playing with that one..."* *sees Carlos nod: "Of course!" and hears him say while sitting back on the couch: "So, I'd say I start because my day sucked the most!"* *grins slightly and carefully pulls away from Matteo's hug* *indicates with his head that he wants to pour himself something to drink and spontaneously decides to have apple juice* *leans back again with his glass, puts his arm back around Matteo, takes a sip and then watches Carlos as he starts the game*

Matteo: *grins slightly when David says that those times are behind him* Good... *squeezes him again and then lets go of him so that he can pour himself something to drink* *reaches for his beer and also takes a sip* *Carlos gets into position and starts the game* No, man, Carlos, pass him from the left and take the axe! Take the axe, man! *shakes his head when Carlos doesn't listen to him* *murmurs* Every time... *hears Jonas laugh when Carlos doesn't manage to pass the opponent: "You should have taken the axe"* *only shakes his head and leans back against David* *murmurs "they are all stupid" and buries his face on David's neck*

David: *grins when Matteo starts giving advice to Carlos and when he – probably out of protest – ignores them and laughs quietly when Carlos does screw up* *grins again when Matteo leans against him, presses a quick kiss to his forehead and starts to card through his hair in consolation* *murmurs back* And you being the expert here... *then hears Abdi say: "Ey, but we don't do 'everyone has three lives' right? That would take forever with some of us..."* *sees Jonas nod: "I agree... everyone plays for 15 minutes?"* *nods in agreement and says* Sounds good! *then sees Carlos try the opponent another time and this time really take the axe and get close to the opponent from the left* *nudges Matteo and quietly says* You see... he's able to learn, after all! *then hears Carlos while still staring at the screen: "I can hear you, by the way! You can talk big in a minute when it's your turn!"* *laughs quietly* *just like Matteo he has already played that part of the game and doesn't think that he'll have a lot of difficulty*

Matteo: *closes his eyes when David cards through his hair* *pouts overdramatically and nods* I am. *nods at the suggestion of 15 minutes with his eyes still closed* *opens them when he hears David's comment and turns his head slightly to see what Carlos is doing* *pffs slightly at Carlos' comment* You're not getting any more tips from me... *then hears Jonas laugh and hears him ask: "How far are you, Luigi? Still 31?"* *nods* Yes, I haven't played in a while...

David: *sees Abdi grin at Matteo's comment and sees him look over at them: "Have been busy with other things, have you?"* *directs his secretary's-office-look at Abdi and then looks at Matteo for a moment to check on him, his hand still in Matteo's hair* *until now hasn't really noticed that Matteo really isn't playing Zelda anymore and briefly wonders if it has something to do with his disappearance after the sandwich-feast and quietly says to him* We could have played that yesterday... *then hears Jonas comment on Carlos' game: "Oh man, Brudi, I'd really like to know how you even got this far – you've missed another diamond mine! Go back again!"* *hears Carlos: "Huh? Where?!" and then Jonas' description of where Carlos is supposed to go* *looks back at the screen for a moment, takes another sip of apple juice and puts the glass down on the floor next to him to not have to move too much and to not ruin the comfortable position he and Matteo are in*

Matteo: *grins back at Abdi and shrugs* *then looks at David when he hears his quiet comment and shakes his head* Then it wouldn't be original anymore... *listens to Jonas and Carlos and is glad that he has stopped giving advice to Carlos* *then hears Abdi announce: "Your 15 minutes are over, who's next?"* *hears Carlos say: "David, I want to see how good he is..."* *grumbles slightly because that means that he has to move*

David: *grins slightly at Matteo's comment and quietly says* It wasn't anyways... I've stayed with you, after all... *briefly buries his nose in Matteo's hair* *then hears that he's supposed to play next and nods* *pulls away from Matteo and scoots from the armchair down on the floor to better reach the controller that Carlos is holding out to him* *hasn't played the game in forever and it takes some time for him to get used to the controller again and to figure out at which point in the game they are at the moment* *hears Carlos: "Oh man, Brudi, if you're also better at video games than us then we won't invite you anymore..."* *grins without looking away from the screen* Don't worry... I play video games way too rarely for that... *really screws up a jump in that exact moment and has to go back quite a bit to repeat a part of the way*

Matteo: *grins slightly and nods* True... *stretches out on the armchair when David scoots down to the floor to play* *laughs at Carlos' comment and shakes his head* That I want to see... *then hears Carlos laugh and sees him shake his head slightly: "No, no, just kidding... I would miss you too much!"* *sees Carlos stick his tongue out at him and rolls his eyes* *suddenly Abdi is standing next to him: "Ey, Luigi, could we go to the kitchen for a moment to talk?"* *is pretty surprised and glances at Jonas in confusion who only shrugs* Umm, yeah, sure... *pulls himself up and follows Abdi to the kitchen* *looks at Abdi expectantly who at first beats around the bush before eventually saying: "Yeah, man, I don’t want to annoy the others with it all the time, but I constantly have to think about Sam..."* *is a little surprised that Abdi has picked him for this conversation instead of Jonas* Dude, I don't know if I can help you with that... *sees Abdi nod: "Sure you can, man, you didn't give up with David, either..."* *slightly shakes his head* Well... but that was somehow a little different... have you already told her? *sees Abdi nod carefully: "At the Abiball... but she wasn't really that enthusiastic..." *suddenly feels sorry for Abdi and shrugs slightly* That sucks, man, I'm sorry... but I really can't help you much with that... *hears Abdi sigh and ask: "So you don't think that I should keep trying?"* *shrugs* Dunno... no? I mean it doesn't really sound that great... but maybe you should rather ask Jonas... or David... I'm sure they're better at that then me...

David: *only briefly looks away from the screen when Abdi and Matteo leave the living room and continues to play because he really has to concentrate* Arghs... how do I change weapons again!? *randomly presses several buttons* *hears Jonas: "triangle and circle!"* *nods and does that* Thanks... *then hears Carlos: "Ey, what was that about!? What does Abdi want from Matteo now?! /I/ am his bro..."* *grins slightly and concentrates on the game and absentmindedly says* I thought we were all bros... *hears Jonas: "Probably something only Matteo can help him with... and what he's obviously embarrassed about in front of us... but that's okay..."* *agrees with Jonas* *wins over some opponents and moves a level up* *pumps his fist into the air and grins* *sees Carlos look stunned: "Ey, I can't believe it!"* *shrugs and says with a grin* You put in the groundwork for it... *continues playing and eventually hears Carlos: "They have been gone for quite some time..."* *only shrugs and hears Jonas laugh: "One could almost think that you're jealous..." and Carlos immediately answers: "Nonsense!"*

Matteo: *sees Abdi shake his head: "No, I want to know what you think..."* *hums slightly and thinks about it again* *then looks at Abdi and slowly says* I think, maybe... you simply have to make a decision... either you talk to her again, tell her that you need a clear statement and then you'll see what she says... or you keep waiting... but waiting forever can also suck... *shrugs slightly* I mean, to have an unrequited crush is really... exhausting... *sees Abdi nod and hears him say: "You're right. I simply have to make a decision."* *nods* Sorry that I can't be of more help... *sees Abdi shake his head: "You helped. Thanks."* Okay... do we wanna go back? *sees Abdi nod, pats him on the back and goes back into the living room with him*

David: *hears Abdi and Matteo come back to the living room but doesn't really look up from the screen but only grins slightly and says* You were sorely missed! *hears Abdi: "By you?!"* *laughs quietly and now briefly glances at Matteo, after all* From me, too... *then hears Jonas: "No, Carlos was jealous..." and Carlos: "I wasn't you ass!" and Abdi again: "Isn't anybody checking the time here?! Why is David still playing?"* *shrugs and says with a grin* Because I'm simply good... *kills another opponent but then hits pause* *leans back against the armchair, basically between Matteo's legs, who has sat back down again* *holds the controller out* Who wants to play next?

Matteo: *laughs* Don't worry, Carlos, I didn't steal him from you... *sits back down on the armchair and moves his leg a little apart when David leans against the armchair* *sees Jonas take the controller and scoot around a little* Finish the level, dude *hears Jonas laugh: "I'll do my best!"* *leans forward to grab his beer from the table and presses a kiss to David's temple on his way* *leans back and notices Carlos watching him* *lifts his eyebrows in question* Hm?

David: *hands the controller over to Jonas and watches as he begins to play* *makes some space when Matteo leans forward to grab his beer and smiles when he kisses him on the temple* *leans his head against Matteo's leg when he sits back again* *hears Matteo's "hm?" and sees Carlos shake his head: "Nothing!"* *notices that Carlos still doesn't seem to look satisfied but now turns to Abdi instead: "How are you, Brudi? Everything okay"* *has to grin slightly because he somehow finds it adorable that Carlos really seems to be jealous but doesn't comment on it to not annoy Carlos any further*

Matteo: *nods slightly amused when Carlos says that it's nothing and he then immediately asks Abdi* *sees Abdi slowly nod and hears him say: "Yeah, yeah, everything okay..."* *thinks that this doesn’t help much right now but can't really do anything about it at the moment* *slightly nudges David with his foot* *waits for him to look up and then only grins* *then hears Jonas yell "Yeesss" and quickly looks over to see that he has defeated a big opponent* Neat! *then hears Carlos ask Abdi again: "There's something wrong, just spit it out" and Abdi's answer: "Man, Brudi, everything's okay, I just have to think about a few things."* *sees Carlos face darken: "I think that's really retarded that you won't tell me what's going on."*

David: *looks up at Matteo when he nudges him with his foot and grins back, but then also looks over to Jonas and nods appreciatively when he sees what opponent he has defeated* *tries to ignore Carlos' and Abdi's conversation even though he doesn't really like it that Carlos won't accept that Abdi apparently doesn't want to talk about it with him right now* *but then draws up his eyebrows when Carlos uses "retarded" once again and sits up a little* *looks at him a little angrily* Man Carlos! *sees him look at him blankly and slightly shakes his head* Sucks! You wanted to say sucks instead of retarded! *hears Jonas say in confusion: "Did I miss something?!" and Abdi answer shortly: "Yes...." and Carlos' annoyed: "Retarded... sucks... that's all the same!"* *groans and laughs drily because Carlos really doesn't seem to understand* But it's not! *really wonders if it's worth arguing about it again or if it's no use anyways* *leans back but then sits up again and looks at Carlos* Just think about what you're saying. So everyone that sucks is retarded? Every retarded person sucks!?

Matteo: *grimaces slightly when David gets annoyed* *somehow understands him but thinks that Carlos simply can't be changed in that matter* *sees Carlos shake his head in confusion when he hears David's explanation* *then hears Jonas who has obviously paused the game: "Well, I think David is right. Maybe you should think a little more about what kind of words you use, Carlos."* *sees Carlos look a little helpless and hears him say: "Matteo also says retarded!"* *looks at him very indignantly* Hello? I don't... and besides, I'm not your protective shield in this!

David: *looks at Jonas gratefully when he is on his side but still wonders why no one in the friend group has addressed this topic in the past* *pulls up his eyebrows when Carlos pulls Matteo into this and laughs quietly – also about Matteo defending himself* And even if Matteo would also say it, then I would be just as annoyed... that's not an excuse. *slightly shakes his head* *then hears Carlos defend himself: "Ey, the word is simply stuck... I don't even really think about it..."* *hears Jonas again: "What I said, Brudi: Just think about it before speaking!"* *sees Carlos look between him and Jonas, eventually lift his hands in defense and hears him say: "Okay, okay, if it's soooo important to you then I'll just say sucks from now on..."* *still doesn't think that Carlos understood what this is about but still nods and leans back again* *sees Jonas start the game again and hears Carlos add: "But Matteo really also says it! You have to pay attention to it..."* *suppresses a grin and crosses his arms in front of his chest* *reaches one hand up and searches for Matteo's fingers*

Matteo: *looks at Carlos and lifts his eyebrows at David's words as if trying to say "you see, there's no point"* *only shakes his head at the rest of the conversation* *also thinks that Carlos doesn't really realize what it's about* *then hears Carlos pull him in again* Dude! Stop /sucking/ so much* *emphasizes "sucking" extra and sees Carlos grimace at him* *only shows him the middle finger and then reaches for David's outstretched hand* *entwines his fingers with David's and squeezes them for a moment* *then hears Jonas say: "I gotta pee. Who wants to play?"* *sees him hold up the controller and points at Abdi with his free hand*

David: *grins again at Matteo's choice of words, but then puts the topic behind him for today* *then smiles when Matteo entwines their fingers and with his free hand reaches for his apple juice to take a sip* *is glad that Matteo doesn't jump at the chance to play after Jonas and he therefore doesn't have to move* *puts his glass back down, leans his head against Matteo's leg again and relaxes* *watches Abdi take the controller and hears him negotiate: "Ey but your four minutes are wasted then, right? You can't add them next round!"* *sees Jonas grin at Abdi: "You can have them!" and Abdi beam: "Really?" and Carlos' complaint: "Ey, new rules have to be voted on!"* *only grins when Jonas only says: "I'm in favor!" and disappears to the toilet* *sees Carlos look at him and Matteo expectantly and shrugs* *laughs quietly* I really don't care... can I abstain from voting?

Matteo: *laughs at the discussion and says* I'm in favor of us discussing this for four more minutes* *sees Carlos shake his head: "You're really annoying today, Florenzi."* *laughs* Oh, last names, now I'm scared! *slightly tilts his head and shrugs* Okay, okay, I'm against it... whatever Carlos is saying is true... *takes the last sip of his beer* But only if you get me another beer... *grins because Abdi has already started to play and no one really paid attention to when exactly he started*

David: *follows the discussion with a grin but is too relaxed to participate in it* *instead watches Abdi who has already started to play* *but then hears Carlos say to Matteo: "I'll do that in a minute, we first have to resolve this! David, you have to make a decision! We're at a tie!"* *groans* *then hears Carlos add amusedly: "I knew that a fifth Brudi would one day come in handy"* *has to grin but then says to Carlos without looking away from Abdi's game* Have you really thought about being against it? What if I wanted to give you 10 minutes of my time later? Then you couldn't even accept them... *briefly glances at Carlos and sees him think about it and eventually skeptically say: "Yes but you won't do that anyways... right?"* *shrugs and grins* Who knows!? *looks back at the screen where nothing exciting is happening right now* *hears Carlos: "I'll just go get beer..."*

Matteo: *listens to David's and Carlos' discussion* *has to suppress a laugh when David turns the tables* *then sees Carlos disappear into the kitchen and leans down to press a kiss to David's cheek* You're evil! *laughs* I like it... *then hears Abdi: "No flirting and making out now, I have to concentrate!"* *only laughs again and shakes his head* Pretty tense here...

David: *smiles when he gets a kiss on the cheek and grins at Matteo's words* *slightly wiggles his eyebrows* *but then grimaces when he hears Abdi's words, briefly looks at him and quietly and laughingly says* Then just look at the screen – then you won't even notice any of this... *then looks up at Matteo again longingly and slightly pulls on his hand* *wants a proper kiss as long as Jonas and Carlos are gone and Abdi's busy*

Matteo: *grins slightly when David looks up and pulls on his hand* *peeks over to Abdi and sees him stare at the screen in concentration* *then leans down and waits for David to turn his head so that he can kiss him* *manages for 2 seconds before hearing Jonas' voice: "That looks uncomfortable, guys"* *sighs theatrically and looks at Jonas* *Jonas laughs and lifts his hands in defense: "Hey, if that's your thing then I didn't say anything!"* *looks at David* I feel like we need new friends *isn't serious about that, of course*

David: *closes his eyes when Matteo finally kisses him and quietly grumbles in protest when he hears Jonas' voice and they pull apart* *looks at Jonas a little chastisingly and grins when he lifts his hands in defense* *shrugs at Matteo's words and laughs quietly* Well, but if he's right... it really was quite uncomfortable... *sees Jonas nod happily: "Ey, I'm always right – well, okay, most of the time!"* *has also let go of Matteo's hand because his own arm had been uncomfortably pressing on his binder for quite some time because of the weird angle and sits up straight again and stretches a little* *then hears Abdi: "I've told Carlos several times that his parents really need to get another couch..."* *sees Carlos come back with beer: "And where are they supposed to put it!? There's barely enough space for the furniture that's already here... it's really time for me to move out..."* *sees Carlos hand out the beer and also hold one out for him* *hesitates briefly but then shakes his head* *smiles and says* No, thanks, I'll have one next time...

Matteo: *only shrugs* Just because he's right doesn't mean that he isn't annoying... *but then grins at Jonas who is sticking his tongue out at him* *hears Abdi say to Carlos: "We should start a flatshare. A bro flatshare, you and I!"* *grins slightly because that would probably end in utter chaos* *scoots back on the armrest and nudges David with his foot so that he looks up* *then pads the empty space beside him on the armchair* Come up so that we can make out properly... *grins when Abdi and Carlos immediately protest and laughs*

David: *sees Carlos' face lighten up when he hears Abid's suggestion and hears him say: "Yes, awesome! Really, let's plan something!"* *grins slightly because he can somehow imagine what it would look like in their flatshare* *looks up at Matteo when he nudges him with his foot and sees that he has scooted back on the armrest* *laughs at his words and even more at Carlos' and Abdi's protests but immediately pulls himself up on the armchair next to Matteo and leans against him* *hears Jonas: " Well that already looks more comfortable! I'm just thinking about your comfort, guys!" and Carlos: "Ey, but we're not here to make out but to play!" and Abdi, who is still staring at the screen: "Exactly!"* *is a little uncertain again that it might sometimes really bother the guys when he's always with them and when he and Matteo are always so close and therefore scoots a little away from Matteo* *sees that Carlos is watching him and looks at him apologetically* *hears him laugh: "Ey, David, Brudi, that was a joke. As long as you won't start to fuck here and still somehow participate in what's going on, everything's fine."* *also smiles a little and relaxes slightly* *slightly shrugs and murmurs* Well, but it would also be okay if it annoyed you... *hesitates briefly and then adds* ...or if you wanted to see Matteo again without me... *thinks that Hanna and Kiki aren't always there, either* *hears Abdi sigh: "Now he's back at this again..."*

Matteo: *immediately puts his arm around David when he sits down next to him and ignores Abdi's and Carlos' protests* *knows that they are mostly doing it to tease him* *slightly tilts his head at Carlos' comment* Do you see any of us play? *but then feels David scoot away from him and ok, now it's not funny anymore* *pulls him back and is just thinking about how to tell Carlos when he already talks and puts it into perspective* *then shakes his head when David says that it would be okay if they were annoyed* *quietly says* Nooo! *frowns and shakes his head* *then can already hear Carlos' laugh: "Brudi, you're not here when we meet Matteo without you, but believe me, no one here wants that."* *says very drily* Haha. *but then also sees Carlos looking at David a little more serious: "Listen, Brudi, you're a Brudi now, we tease each other, we say things because we know that it annoys the other, we make fun of each other, but we are honest and we tell each other our opinions and we are arguing with each other, but we are also there for each other. And you're in it now, if you want to or not. Well okay, if you really don't want to then not, but it's not because we wouldn't want you. Okay?"* *looks at Carlos surprised and grateful and hears Jonas and Abdi simultaneously add "exactly, Brudi"*

David: *lets himself get pulled back by Matteo but is still quite tense* *but grins slightly when Carlos says that no one wants to see Matteo without him and briefly and lovingly looks over at him* *continues listening to Carlos who suddenly gets serious* *doesn't really know that side of him and is a little surprised that he can say other things than make stupid comments and is a little emotional when he realizes what he's trying to say* *is a little overwhelmed and doesn't really know what to say* *looks at Carlos grateful and then also at Abdi and Jonas when they all agree* *then lowers his gaze in embarrassment and murmurs* Okay... thanks... *adds a little more embarrassed* And of course I want to... it's really pretty cool with you... *then slowly looks up again and shrugs* I just thought... because Hanna and Kiki don't hang out with you guys, either... *hears Jonas laugh: "They wouldn't do that voluntarily..." and Carlos add with a grin: "I think we're a little too much for them or something like that..."* *nods and slowly relaxes again at Matteo's side* *squeezes his arm behind Matteo's back and wraps it around his waist* *is pretty emotional right now and happy about the realization that he's really wanted here and that the boys like having him with them* *sees the three of them smile at him and Matteo and gets a little sheepish again* *is therefore glad when Abdi eventually says: "Okay, I was paying attention to the time: Including the minutes from Jonas I still have 6 minutes until it’s someone else's turn..."* *sees him start the game again and how everyone turns back to the screen* *uses the time to look up at Matteo and to press a soft kiss to his chin*

Matteo: *slightly squeezes David when he thanks them because he figures that it really means something to him* *laughs simultaneously with Jonas when David mentions Hanna and Kiki and nods* They can only put up with us in rations... *grins at David when he snuggles closer again and squeezes him a little closer* *hears Abdi and thinks that this means that he still has 6 minutes until it's his turn* *looks at David when he kisses him, smiles and then kisses him properly* *then quietly and with a wicked grin says* You see?

David: *returns Matteo's kiss and relaxes even more when the other three really seem to not pay any attention to them but instead concentrate on Abdi's game* *smiles when he sees Matteo's wicked look and slightly shrugs* *quietly says* Well you are right every now and then... *tenderly runs his hand over Matteo's cheek and looks at him* *thinks that because of him his live has somehow changed completely, that for the first time he feels like he belongs and that he doesn't have to hide anymore*

Matteo: *grins slightly at his words* *shrugs* I've heard that happens... *tilts his head slightly when David looks at him like /this/* *nudges him slightly* Don't look at me like that... *adds even more quietly* Otherwise I'll have to give my round to Abdi and have to drag you home...

David: *gets nudged by Matteo and slightly grins at his words* *briefly lowers his gaze in embarrassment, but then looks at him again and blushes slightly when he hears his next words* *murmurs quietly and with a slight grin* I wouldn't mind... *briefly looks at the boys, then back at Matteo and sighs quietly* ...but... we should stay for a little longer... for one or two more rounds or so... *as much as he would love to be alone with Matteo he still thinks that it would maybe be a little unfair to the others, especially since they haven't even been here for two hours and the others have just taken a stand for him* *then looks at him again like /this/, puts his hand back to his cheek and pulls him down to kiss him again* *pulls him down even further so that he can whisper in his ear* ...love you pretty much... *then kisses his ear and his cheek and slowly lets go of him again* *thinks that with and because of Matteo somehow everything feels right and sighs happily* *then hears Carlos' voice: "One more minute, Brudi! Just finish that one off already..."*

Matteo: *feels his heartbeat speed up when David gets embarrassed and how incredible it still feels that he's the reason for it* *grins slightly at his answer* *nods slowly when he says that they should stay for a little longer* *then sees the look again and can't help but to beam* *was actually just about to tell him to stop it when he gets pulled into a kiss* *immediately forgets everything else* *feels his lips on his ear and hears his declaration of love and once again can't really believe that this is his life now* *feels the other kisses and how he lets go of him and buries his face in his neck* *kisses him and murmurs "I love you too" against his neck but isn't sure if he heard it* *then hears Carlos declare: "That's it Brudi, now it's Matteo's turn! Brudi, stop cuddling and show Abdi how it's done!"* *grumbles slightly but slowly pulls away from David* *then sees Carlos grin at David: "If you want to you can have me as a replacement!"*

David: *smiles slightly when Matteo kisses his neck and can only guess what he murmurs* *simply feels really happy right now and sighs quietly when Carlos announces that it's Matteo's turn* *lets go of him so that he can sit somewhere where he can reach the controller better and has to laugh when he hears Carlos' suggestion* *wiggles his eyebrows looking at the now-vacant armrest and says* Unfortunately I can only offer you an armrest… *is a little astonished at first but then laughs when Carlos really jumps up and lets himself fall down on the armchair and wraps an arm around him: "Like that?!"* *laughs even more but puts some distance between them* Umm... well... *sees Carlos' mock offended look: "What?! Am I not enough for you?!"* *laughs again and also hears Jonas and Abdi laugh* *is a little overwhelmed right now and is glad when Carlos sits up a little straighter and takes his arm off him and instead puts it on the backrest* *hears Abdi tell Matteo: "Alright – the clock is ticking!" and then watches Matteo play*

Matteo: *gets up and squeezes himself next to Jonas so that he can see the screen better* *then sees what Carlos is doing with David and is almost tempted to throw a pillow at him* *but then drops that thought because Carlos has already had to deal with enough today* *so only laughs slightly and imitates Carlos by making a comment that Carlos often says* I could say something now... *sees Carlos simply grin and shrug at him* *then hears Abdi announce that the clock is ticking and starts the game* *while playing realizes that he's still quite good at it and that it's a lot of fun* *finishes level 28 within a little more than 5 minutes and pumps his fists in the air in triumph*

David: *grins and is happy for Matteo when he moves up a level and joins in on the others' bellowing* *then reaches for his apple juice and takes a sip when he feels Carlos pats him on the shoulder and then asks everyone: "Ey but back to Kiki... what should I act like now? I don't want to seem too clingy, but if I don't somehow tell her how important this is for me she might really think that I wouldn't care or something like this..."* *puts down his apple juice and first waits for what the others are going to say* *but only hears Jonas say: "Just tell her exactly that...", but he’s concentrating more on the screen and Matteo's game* *also glances at the game but then says to Carlos* I kind of agree with Jonas. *briefly gnaws on his bottom lip and thinks before adding* I would definitely tell her that she's important to you and that it's important to you that you continue the relationship and to see each other regularly... I think that doesn't come across as too clingy or anything...* *shrugs* And you can simply ask her opinion about changing universities to go back to Berlin after one or two semesters in Halle... I mean if that's even possible... *sees Carlos run a hand through his hair and look slightly desperate: "Man, I really hope that works out! No one manages four years of long-distance relationship, right!?"* *hears Abdi: "Man, Brudi, just enjoy the time while she's still here!"*

Matteo: *starts the next level and therefore can't really participate in the conversation* *hears what the others are saying and nods in agreement* *only says* I agree... *hears Jonas laugh: "To what exactly?"* *feels a little caught and says* Umm... to what David said... *hears Jonas and also Abdi laugh again: "Of course!"* *pauses the game and leans back* No, seriously... I agree... you can't play any games now... tell her the truth... what you want, I mean... *then grins slightly* Make a clear statement... sometimes that works out really well...

David: *grins at Matteo's words and Abdi's and Jonas' laughter and lovingly looks at Matteo* *then nods at Matteo’s words and decisively adds* Exactly! *sees Carlos look between them and then hears him ask: "So it worked out for you that way?"* *laughs quietly but also grimaces slightly* *hesitates a little and looks over to Matteo to check in before he carefully says* Let's put it this way... if we... well, or mostly me... would have made clear statements from the beginning, we would have gotten together 4 weeks earlier and would have saved us a lot of... crap... *thinks that it wasn't only crap but lovesickness at its best but doesn't say it* *is glad that those times are behind them* *looks at Carlos and says* Believe me, if you are open you save yourself a lot of crap! And Kiki, as well... *sees Carlos nod and hears him sigh: "Okay, I'll try..."* *then hears Jonas: "It's really something that Davenzi seem to be our new experts when it comes to relationships, right?!"* *laughs quietly and shakes his head* Sure, because we have sooo much experience...

Matteo: *smiles and nods slightly when David looks at him* *then nods slightly at his answer* Well, we did have a few clear statements that led to success... *nods again when David is talking about openness* *laughs at Jonas' words and looks at him* Davenzi, seriously? *then shakes his head at David's words* It's only about the success rate and it's definitely the highest in our case *laughs when Jonas and Carlos simultaneously complain with "Ey!"* *only laughs drily and then continues playing*

David: *grins at Matteo's addition and nods* Yes, to the small successes... *thinks about the fact that he immediately showed up at Matteo's doorstep when he held a gun to his head and about the fact that his coming-out to Matteo was also a small success – even though there was a bit of a time lag because it has somehow been ruined by the outing in the school* *has to grin when Carlos and Jonas simultaneously complain about Matteo, but doesn't further comment on it further and watches Matteo play* *at some point hears Carlos again: "Ey, Brudi, but I have one more question: If openness is so great and leads to success why weren't you, like, open to Matteo from the beginning?"* *takes a deep breath and then says: "Because I was scared... that Matteo would no longer like me when I'm open..."* *sees Carlos nod satisfied: "That's what I thought! And I am also scared of openness even though I theoretically know that it's for the best!"* *laughs quietly and shakes his head* That's something completely different. You're already together with Kiki and you know that she loves you! She knows you! *clears his throat and then says a little more insecurely* In my case it was more about being afraid that Matteo would no longer like me once he learns that I'm trans. I just felt like I would keep an important detail about me from him... but Kiki already knows everything about you and probably loves you because of it... *sees Carlos stare at him and doesn't know if it's a good sign or a bad sign and if Carlos understood what he was trying to say or not* *at some point feels Carlos put his arm around his shoulders again and hears him say: "Ey, Brudi! I think it's better if you talk to Kiki for me..."* *laughs quietly and only says* Nonsense, you can do it...

Matteo: *at first doesn't really hear Carlos' question because he has to focus on an opponent* *only realizes Jonas getting a little tense next to him* *but then hears David's answer and quickly glances over at them, after all* *is a little annoyed that he has missed the question* *is glad when Abdi nudges him and tells him "your time's up"* *pauses the game and looks over at Carlos and David* *has to grin at David's answer because it's true and David can say it so well* *can't really blame Carlos for suggesting that David should talk to Kiki* *hears Jonas laugh next to him: "Good idea, we'll turn David into our relationship guru, if there’s anything wrong you can talk to Hanna for me..."* *hears Abdi say: "Only poor Matteo has to do his relationship conversations for himself..." *grins and shrugs* I can manage...

David: *blushes when even Jonas starts with Hanna, lowers his gaze and shakes his head* I can't really do that, either... only in theory... *then hears Abdi and Matteo and lovingly looks at Matteo* Exactly! Basically Matteo is even better at it than I am... he was much more open and brave! *sees Jonas look at Matteo with a smile and Carlos look at Matteo scrutinizingly and how he eventually shakes his head: "No, I don't believe it!"* *leans forward and pours some more apple juice* *shrugs and grins slightly* But it's true... *then realizes that Carlos is distracted and looking at the screen: "Ey, is it my turn? Is the time up?!"* *hears Abdi laugh: "Today you don't notice anything, Digga..."* *sees Carlos get up and shoo Matteo from his spot: "Move over... or go back over there to cuddle... it's my turn!"* *takes a sip and was just about to lean back and relax while Carlos sits down and reaches for the controller when he looks at him and Matteo again: "Ey, but I have one more question for you: If you were in this situation now, let's say Luigi has a university spot in Berlin and David in Halle... what would you do then?"* *feels a stab in his stomach because those are exactly the thoughts he had at the beginning of this whole Kiki-Carlos long-distance-relationship-drama, so only shakes his head and murmurs* You don't even wanna know... *then gets up and asks* Where's the bathroom? *has to go anyways and doesn't really want to answer the question honestly and is therefore glad when Abdi immediately answers: "Next to the front door!"* *nods and lightly runs a hand over Matteo’s arm on his way out of the living room as Matteo has now made his way back to the armchair*

Matteo: *shakes his head* That's not true... you're really good at it... *slightly shakes his head when David says that he's much better at it* *but then smiles when he looks at him like this* *sticks his tongue out at Carlos* Did you hear? It's true! *only laughs when Carlos realizes that it's his turn and gets up from his seat* *takes his beer from the table when Carlos asks the question and freezes slightly* *immediately knows the answer but also knows that David probably doesn’t not want to hear it* *immediately looks at David and doesn't really know what he wants to say with the answer* Umm... *then sees David basically flee from the living room and lets himself drop on the armchair with a sigh* *hears Carlos say a little remorseful: "Sorry, did I put my foot in my mouth?"* *shakes his head* No... don't know... not really... I told him that I would go wherever he goes... I have no idea what I want to do, anyways...

David: *is in the bathroom and hopes that they will be done with the topic when he returns to the living room* *has been asking himself the theoretical question of what would happen if Matteo and he were to be in a similar situation and caught himself thinking that he would then study something else that he could do closer to Matteo* *has been really shocked about that thought and therefore not really thought about it much further – but because of Carlos' question it has come back* *knows that it's all just in theory but still worries about what if Matteo really does find something that interests him, and that Matteo and him feel so comfortable in Berlin and that their friends are here, that it would actually be crazy to leave that city again* *still can't get used to the idea that Matteo would really go with him and sacrifice himself so much that he simply hopes that his applications in Hamburg and Köln won't work out and that he'll instead get accepted in Potsdam or Berlin* *then also wonders why Kiki has already received her acceptance letter and he hasn’t, and thinks that his letters will probably arrive within the next few days* *stares at himself in the mirror for some time after washing his hands but then sighs quietly and goes back into the living room* *then sees that Carlos is now playing and that the others are concentrating and commenting on the game* *sits down on the armrest next to Matteo and with a smile runs his hand through his hair* *then also looks at the screen and is glad that they seem to be done with that topic*

Matteo: *sees everyone nod and hears Jonas say: "I get it... I still hope that you'll stay in Berlin."* *sees everyone nod again and how Carlos then starts to play* *looks toward the bathroom and hopes that David is all right and that he isn't thinking of some worst-case-scenarios right now* *smiles when he comes back and sits down next to him* *immediately leans his head against him and searches for his hand to squeeze it* *wants to ask him if everything is okay or at least tell him that he still wants to go wherever he goes, but thinks that right now isn't the right moment and plans on mentioning it when they are alone again*

David: *puts his arm around Matteo when he leans his head against him and presses a quick kiss on his hair* *entwines their fingers when he reaches for his hand and briefly returns the squeeze* *then figures that as long as they're together nothing else matters and relaxes again somewhat* *at some point hears Abdi ask: "Do we take any games on our trip or are we going cold turkey?"* *hears Carlos: "I'm against cold turkey!" and Jonas: "Ey, the girls will kill us if we bring the playstation! It's about doing stuff with everyone..."* *sees Abdi grin: "That's what we're doing right now!"* *also grins slightly* Yes, but maybe outside... with exercise and stuff... *sees Carlos grimace slightly for a moment: "And what are we gonna do if it rains for a week!"?*

Matteo: *closes his eyes a little because it's simply so comfortable right now* *only shakes his head slightly at Abdi's question* *laughs slightly and opens his eyes again* The girls won't see it like that... *grins at Carlos' question and wiggles his eyebrows* Lie in the tent and listen to the rain... *hears everyone laugh and Carlos say: "Yeah, yeah, you ol' romantic."* *only shrugs and grins*

David: *also laughs quietly at Matteo's words and tenderly runs a hand through his hair when he talks about lying in the tent when it rains* *thinks that it sounds really cozy and murmurs to Matteo* We'll do that! *sees Jonas stretch and hears him say: "Well, too bad that Carlos won't be able to as he's not sleeping in a tent..." and Carlos' answer: "Ey, I’ll definitely sleep one night in a tent – no matter what Kiki says!" and Abdi: "Oh, I'm quite happy with my spot on the couch..." and Jonas: "Wuss!" and Abdi: "Ey, it's totally not chill in a tent when it rains! If you have to go to the bathroom at night or something like that..." and Jonas again: "Man, then you just hold it or you just get a few drops of rain! How awful! Besides, it's not going to rain! We are going to have sunshine for two weeks and go into the lake every days!"* *amusedly listens to the conversation while running a hand over the back of Matteo's hand* *is really excited for their holiday and really hopes that the weather will be more or less good* *suddenly hears Carlos: "Ey, David, Brudi, how will it be for you and the lake, anyways... you'll come in with us during our holiday, right?"* *feels himself get a little tense at Carlos' question and eventually answers a little nervously and sheepishly* Hmmm, I... dunno... I think so. *is glad that he has at least ordered the swim binder but really doesn't know yet if he'll be brave enough to actually wear it and swim in the lake with the others*

Matteo: *only grins about the conversation about rain and tent* *doesn't think that’s going to be a problem* *only hopes that Carlos won't show up in their tent in the middle of the night* *then hears his question and immediately looks at David to see his reaction and to save him if he needs to* *squeezes his hand slightly* We can decide that spontaneously, right? *sees Carlos shrug* *then hears Abdi say: "We really don't care, dude. What you were or whatever..."* *shoots him an evil glance and grumbles* But it's not about you.

David: *returns Matteo's squeeze and is glad that he's here and that he understands him* *nods at his words and then gets even more embarrassed when he hears Abdi's words, even though he's sure he only means well* *hears Jonas agree with Matteo: "I agree. It's about the fact that David has to feel comfortable."* *smiles slightly and gratefully and then hears Carlos, who briefly looks up from the game and looks at him: "Well, but Abdi is also right. Maybe it even makes it somehow easier for you if you know that we really don't care. Aren't there those neoprene thingies... the ones that divers wear or something like that... if you wear something like that, for example, then you wouldn't even see anything, right?"* *briefly presses his lips together and nervously squeezes Matteo's hand because it’s completely new for him that this topic is discussed so openly and he doesn't really know what to make of it* *on the one hand thinks that it's really good to hear that the others don't care but on the other hand thinks that it's still his body, which he doesn't like at all the way it is, and he can't really estimate if he'll ever be able to deal with it as matter-of-factly as the others would like him to* *hesitates before eventually answering* Well... it's... cool that you don't care... *sighs quietly and shakes his head before quietly adding* ...but I do... *shrugs and insecurely responds to Carlos' comment* There are swim binders –  they are similar to those neoprene diving tops... I... hmmm... I ordered one of those... but I really don't know yet, if I... *stops because he realizes that it's really difficult and is therefore glad when Jonas saves him: "Ey, Brudi, don't worry! If you feel like swimming and you're feeling comfortable, then just do it, and if you don't, then don't! Everything’s chill!"* *nods and sees Carlos and Abdi nod as well* *relaxes a little and then hears Abdi say to Carlos: "Ey, your time is up! It's David's turn!"* *grins slightly and waves it off* You can have 10 minutes from me – I promised... *sees Carlos grin and Abdi comment: "Ey, 10 minutes is really a lot..."* *leans a little more against Matteo and enjoys the 10 minutes of closeness to him he has left* *thinks that – as uncomfortable as talking about it is – it might be really good if the guys know how hard it is for him to go into the water and that they won't argue about it every day when they're at the lake – that it might somehow take away some of the pressure and that it really might be a little easier for him to really go swimming with them*

Matteo: *squeezes David's hand a little tighter and also changes his position a little so that he can wrap his arm around him* *nods at what Jonas says and is happy that he understands it* *is also happy that Abdi and Carlos are so cool with all of that but can also understand that it might be a little too much for David* *presses a kiss on David's temple and is glad when they seem to change the subject* *whispers at David* If you want to leave, you'll tell me, right?

David: *smiles slightly at Matteo’s words and murmurs* Everything okay… *thinks that it really is okay… the guys are interested and understanding and no one is pressuring him… it is probably just a feeling he still has to get used to* *then watches Carlos’ game again with the others until he pauses to take a sip of beer* *hears Jonas: “Ey, dude, get on with it… I’m meeting Hanna soon and I want to play again, as well!"* *sees Carlos shake his head unsympathetically and calmly put his beer back on the table: “Don’t rush me, Brudi! First, the mountain troll…”* *grins slightly when Carlos starts playing again but doesn’t manage to defeat the mountain troll* *hears Jonas groan: “Just let David play – he can do it!” and Carlos: “One more try!”* *watches as Carlos doesn’t manage it on his next try and then sees him hold the controller out to him* *grins slightly, quickly kisses Matteo on the forehead and then sits down on the floor in front of the armchair again and tries his luck with the mountain troll*

Matteo: *nods slightly when David says that everything is okay* *laughs when Jonas says that Carlos should let David play* *lets go of David when it’s his turn* *then watches Carlos make some space and reaches his arms out for him* *grins at him broadly* Come on, Carlos, I also need a replacement! *laughs when Carlos basically jumps on top of him and when he cuddles him* *hits him slightly and then pushes him back a little, after all* *hears Jonas laugh and say: “Well if Carlos was jealous because you were talking to Abdi then I’m jealous now, too… do you remember when I used to be your cuddle-buddy, Luigi?"* *gapes at him in shock and immediately looks at David to see his reaction* *hears Jonas backtrack quickly as he seems to have noticed what he had just said: “Well, I mean… not that I desperately want to cuddle you, but…”* *sees him shrug a little helplessly*

David: *starts the game and can see Carlos jump on Matteo from the corner of his eyes* *laughs quietly* *then hears Jonas and at first doesn’t think anything of it – only after Jonas stammers and backtracks does he realize what Jonas just said* *feels something tighten inside him but tries not to let it show because he thinks that it’s silly because they have already cleared this thing up and also because he doesn’t want Abdi and Carlos to notice anything and ask questions* *remembers how hard it was for Matteo to tell Jonas and wants to spare him from also having to explain himself to Abd and Carlos* *stares at the screen stubbornly and slightly petrified and presses some random buttons without really paying attention to what he’s doing until he hears Abdi: “Ey, dude, David what are you doing?! You definitely won’t defeat the troll like that!"* *forces himself to stop being so rigid and clears his throat because he somehow has a small lump in his throat* *murmurs without looking at anyone* Sorry… my mind was somewhere else… *takes a deep breath and concentrates* *actually manages to defeat the troll after only a short time and hears Abdi and Carlos cheer* *only smiles slightly but is still rather looking at the screen than anywhere else* *doesn’t want to see in neither Jonas’ nor Matteo’s faces that they are somehow worried about him*

Matteo: *looks from Jonas to David and watches him closely* *sees his shoulders get tense and that he’s rigidly staring at the screen* *then almost flinches when Abdi reprimands David* *would love to pull David into a hug to have him close and take away the tension* *looks at Carlos and asks* How much time does he have left? *hears Carlos say: “3 minutes”* *nods slowly and then says* Do we want to get going after? Or maybe just go outside for a minute? *hears Abdi ask: “What? Why that? The night’s still young!"*

David: *is a little annoyed that he gave Carlos his 10 minutes as he’d rather stare at the screen for 13 more minutes than only three* *then hears Matteo’s suggestion and doesn’t really know how to place it* *hears Carlos: “I don’t care either way… I still have beer here and it’s actually quite cozy right now, but if the majority wants to go outside…”* *doesn’t really care, either, but would rather stare at the screen for a little longer to avoid other topics of conversation* *murmurs slightly distracted* Jonas still wanted to play… he has to go meet Hanna afterwards, anyway… *plays for a little longer and then hears Abdi: “Time’s up!"* *pauses the game, briefly looks at Jonas to hand him the controller and sees him looking at him a little worried* *only lifts his eyebrows for a moment and smiles slightly to signal him that everything’s okay before looking away again* *doesn’t really like himself right now because this topic is stuck in his head once again and because he actually wanted to put it behind him and because he probably even would have managed if Jonas hadn’t somehow acted worried* *leans back against the armchair again, pulls his legs closer, wraps his arms around them and watches Jonas start the game*

Matteo: *doesn’t take his eyes off David* *knows that he doesn’t like it when people worry about him but can’t really change that right now* *especially since it’s his fault and his stupid crush from the past* *scoots a little and then slides off the armchair to the floor next to David* *doesn’t know what to say, especially with Carlos and Abdi within hearing distance* *so simply stays next to hm and waits, basically offering himself without doing anything* *is quite glad that Abdi and Carlos are busy watching Jonas* *thinks that otherwise at least one of them would notice that something is going on*

David: *feels Matteo slide down next to him and knows exactly that he’s worried* *usually finds it quite cute but right now wishes that he wouldn’t* *stares at the screen for a little longer but then can no longer ignore Matteo’s presence next to him and looks over at him* *sees that Matteo immediately returns his gaze, lifts his eyebrows and tilts his head slightly as if to say: “Stop worrying!"* *lets his legs fall to the side against Matteo’s to somehow signal him that everything is okay, that it’s neither Matteo’s nor Jonas’ problem that those thoughts are still somehow occupying his mind* *still trusts Matteo but still can’t really do anything about this stupid feeling in his gut*

Matteo: *is at least somewhat relieved when David finally looks at him* *but immediately sees that what he already thought is true: that David doesn’t want him to worry* *shrugs one shoulder and grimaces briefly as if to say: “I can’t really help worrying about you”* *then slightly bumps him back with his legs* *then reaches his arm out and carefully wraps it around David’s shoulders* *then hears Carlos behind him: “Ey, Abdi, what are you looking at?"* *hears Abdi answer: “At those two… that’s so sick… they’re not saying a single word, but something’s going on!"* *slightly rolls his eyes and shakes his head* *hears Jonas say: “Leave them be. It’s fine."*

David: *slightly rolls his eyes at Matteo’s expression, grins slightly and shakes his head as if to tell him that he should try* *then tears his gaze away from Matteo when he feels him wrap his arm around him and hesitates for only a few seconds before slightly leaning against Matteo* *then hears Carlos, Abdi and Jonas and at first feels his heartbeat speed up because he thinks that they did notice that they are acting weird* *tenses a little for only a moment, but then puts on a slightly provocative grin and says* We’re communicating telepathically… really cool! *sees Abdi look at him in slight disbelief and has to laugh quietly*

Matteo: *also freezes a little because he actually doesn't want to explain himself* *is therefore grateful to Jonas and then David that they are taking some of the tension away* *then hears Abdi: "Oh really, and what did you say?"* *is just about to answer when he hears Carlos: "Dude, if they wanted you to hear it they would have said it out loud!"* *sees Abdi nod: "Yes, okay... I just wanted to see if it works... David, I'll whisper something in your ear and then you have to tell it to Matteo telepathically!"* *can't help but to laugh at the suggestion and looks at David challengingly* Well, then, go on...

David: *freezes slightly when he hears Abdi's question but then nods at Carlos' question with a slight grin* *then laughs at Abdi's suggestion and looks to Matteo a little doubtful when he even agrees* *but then sighs and says* Okay... *pulls away from Matteo's arm and crawls the two meters toward Abdi* *has to grin when he sees Abdi seemingly think about it, but then sees him grin, lean toward him and whispers into his ear: "Matteo is a looser at Zelda!"* *briefly lifts his eyebrows but then nods with a grin and crawls back to Matteo* *sits down in front of him cross-legged and can barely contain his laughter* Okay.... concentrate! *takes a deep breath and then gets serious* *looks at Matteo and then points at him with his eyes, rolls his eyes as if to diss him and then uses his eyes and his head to slightly point toward the screen* *then briefly lowers his gaze, grins again slightly and then looks at Matteo* *murmurs* Come on, you can do it!

Matteo: *closely observes David and Abdi* *sees Abdi look a little mischievous and David lift his eyebrows* *thinks that it's definitely something against him* *also sits down cross-legged and looks at David* *nods* Yes, sir. *nods in confirmation when he rolls his eyes, was already expecting this* *then sees him glance toward the screen and has to laugh slightly* Hmmm... let me think how Abdi would put it... Matteo sucks at Zelda. *hears Carlos laugh and sees Abdi shake his head: "Dude, that's creepy!"*

David: *looks at Matteo expectantly when he thinks and then grins broadly when he almost has the right answer* *briefly looks at the others, who are grinning, laughing and looking gobsmacked and then simply leans forward to Matteo* *presses a brief kiss onto his mouth and murmurs* We're good... *didn't really think that it would work like that without any context and is a little proud of Matteo and himself* *then scoots back towards the armchair and hears Abdi: "Yes, okay, but that was really easy... I should have said something political or so..."* *shrugs slightly and grinningly says* Unfortunately, there's only one show per day... *hears Carlos say: "And next time it's my turn! Then David has to telepathically read something from Matteo!"* *slightly shakes his head and laughs quietly* *wonders if Abdi and Carlos are really taking this serious or if they are simply playing along* *then hears Jonas: "Fuck, I have to get going... I totally forgot the time with your telepathy-stuff..."*

Matteo: *grins and pumps his fist in the air when he obviously guessed right* *kisses David back and grins* Of course we're good. *only laughs when Abdi finds excuses and shakes his head* *shakes his head at David's comment and points at Carlos* What? Are you scared that you can't read me as well as I can read you? *but grins at him while he says it and isn't really serious about it* *then hears Jonas and gets up to say goodbye to him* Say hi to Hanna and tell her to text me where we are supposed to meet tomorrow, ok?

David: *only shrugs his shoulders with a grin at Matteo's question and thinks that they maybe should practice a little in case Carlos really asks them again* *then sees Matteo get up to say goodbye to Jonas and averts his gaze when they hug* *is a little annoyed at himself because of it, because everything was okay between Jonas and him* *hears Jonas answer: "Will do!"* *sees Jonas ruffle Carlos' hair and return Abdi's fist bump* *then sees Jonas' hand appear in front of his face when he holds it out to him invitingly: "Come on, Brudi, let me give you a hug!"* *knows that Jonas wants to make it easy for him and is actually pretty grateful to him* * hesitates only briefly but then takes his hand and lets Jonas pull him up* *then gets hugged and hears him whisper: "Sorry about earlier..."* *slightly shakes his head and murmurs* Everything's okay... *returns Jonas' smile when he pulls away from him and lets Jonas pat his shoulder again before Jonas says his goodbyes to everyone with the words: "Stay clean!"* *lets himself fall back into the armchair and sees that Abdi has already picked up the controller and started the game again* *looks at Matteo and knows exactly that he has observed the scene between him and Jonas and probably wonders again if everything's okay* *sighs quietly, smiles slightly and reaches his hands out for him*

Matteo: *has remained next to the armchair after he said goodbye to Jonas to see if David might also want to leave* *watches Jonas pull David up and actually thinks that it's a good thing* *but also hopes that it's not too much for David* *tries to see his face but unfortunately only sees his back* *then sees David sit down, what seems to be a good sign* *smiles slightly when he reaches his arms out for him, sits down on the armchair and leans against David* *sees Carlos and Abdi both sitting on the couch and how Abdi reaches for the controller* *lifts his head a little so that his mouth is closer to David's ear and whispers* Level-up, alright? You're the top level, unreachable...

David: *wraps both arms around Matteo when he leans against him like that and runs a hand through his hair* *enjoys being close to Matteo and thinks that the stupid feeling in his gut doesn't have anything to do with Matteo and actually neither with Jonas but that it’s only his stupid insecurity for which there is no rational reason* *then feels Matteo lift his head and slightly leans toward him when he realizes that Matteo wants to say something to him* *then hears his words and needs a minute to really understand them* *then feels his heartbeat pick up and suddenly feels a lump in his throat again because Matteo is simply incredible and because there is no reason to doubt the relationship to Matteo or to doubt himself because Matteo doesn’t, either, and because he's doing everything he can to prove to him how important he is to him* *swallows the lump and kisses his cheek because that's the only thing he can reach right now and murmurs into his ear* Except for you... *doesn't really notice anymore what Abdi and Carlos are doing and talking about on the couch because right now he's so caught up in Matteo's presence that he briefly wonders if they shouldn't go home, after all* *wraps his arms around Matteo a little tighter and buries his face on Matteo's shoulder*

Matteo: *feels that David doesn't immediately understand what he means and immediately doubts having found the right words* *thinks about what else he could say, how to take away this stupid feeling from David that there could be anything that could become dangerous to him, to them both* *but then feels the kiss on his cheek and is relieved* *is just about to scoot a little so that he can kiss him properly when he hears his words* *actually wants to shake his head but suppresses it* *simply wraps his arms around him and kisses his hair* *whispers* Let's go home, ok?

David: *smiles at Matteo's words and briefly thinks that the telepathy thing even works when they're not looking at each other* *nods into his shoulder, slowly pulls away from him and looks at the others* *meets Carlos' gaze, who has his eyebrows drawn up: "Ey, let me guess... you'd rather continue making out in peace and want to go home!"* *laughs quietly and shrugs* Is it that obvious?! *sees Abdi nod without looking away from the screen: "Pretty..."* *pulls away from Matteo some more and hears Carlos: "It's actually outrageous! There we are saying that it doesn't bother us when you’re always hanging around each other and make out – and instead we're the ones bothering you when you’re making out! Ey, you're really intolerant!"* *but sees him grin and then realizes that he's not really serious about it*

Matteo: *grins slightly when the two complain* You two prefer to be alone as well... to plan your flatshare, right? *sees Abdi's gaze brighten: "Oh yes, good idea!"* *grins and gets up from the armchair* *sees Carlos grin: "You've been together for so long now and you still ditch us to make out!"* *draws up his eyebrows* Not for thaaaat long... *sees Carlos grin and hears him say: “Get out of here already!"* *briefly hugs him and quickly shakes Abdi's hand* Ey, but if there's anything... because of Kiki or something like that... you can text anytime, ok? *hears Carlos: "I know that, Brudi, take care"* *waits for David to also say goodbye and then leaves the apartment with him*

David: *grins when Carlos says that they should get out of here and also hugs him briefly because he stood up to do so* *hears Carlos say to him: "Ey and think about swimming again... it's gonna be awesome!", simply smiles briefly and nods* I will... *fist bumps Abdi, because he didn't get up and wishes them fun with planning their flatshare* *then leaves the apartment together with Matteo and silently follows him down the stairs to their bikes* *then has to wait because Matteo has locked his bike onto his and takes a deep breath* *thought that the afternoon was nice albeit a little emotionally exhausting – first the thing with Kiki and the long-distance-relationship, Carlos' speech about how welcome he is in their circle of friends, then him defending Matteo's protective instinct, Carlos using "retarded" again, then the discussion about swimming and finally the thing with Jonas and Matteo – and all of that within only 3 hours* *now simply enjoys the quiet and that he's alone again with Matteo*

Matteo: *unlocks their bikes and moves his bike aside so that David can reach his'* *watches him* *then doesn't get onto his bike and instead pushes it and looks over to him* *slightly tilts his head when he also looks over* Do you want to talk or... just cycle home?

David: *unlocks his bike and then pushes it over to Matteo and keeps pushing it alongside him* *at some point notices Matteo looking at him and returns his look* *smiles slightly at his question and thinks about it* *actually wants to talk about a lot of things – except maybe the thing with Jonas – but doesn't really know where to begin right now and what he should say* *therefore asks quietly* Let's just cycle home for now...? *quickly adds* Unless you would like to talk... *looks at him scrutinizingly* *actually doesn't want Matteo to always only consider his feelings and to always put himself last*

Matteo: *hears his answer and nods* *has already expected that* *stops to get onto his bike when David adds something* *thinks about it for a moment but then shrugs* Dunno... I... somehow I do... but it somehow was a lot today. *shrugs again* Maybe we should go to your place first?

David: *sees Matteo think about it and then smiles slightly when he says that he somehow does want to talk* *nods when he says that it had been a lot today* Oh yeah... *then nods again when Matteo says that they should go to his place first* *pushes his bike next to Matteo's and then starts getting up but then quickly leans over to Matteo again to quickly kiss him* *smiles slightly and then asks* And then talk and order pizza? You haven't eaten anything in over four hours... I'm a little surprised that you haven't collapsed from hunger yet... *grins and quickly runs a hand through his hair before really getting on his bike*

Matteo: *grins into the kiss and nods slightly* *then also starts getting on his bike* *tilts his head and looks at him amused* Haha... then it's high time before I really do collapse... *then also grins at him and starts cycling after him* *is somehow happy that they can still joke and kiss even though there is something going on* *has a fluttering feeling in his gut, maybe something like safety, maybe something like trust that this will really work no matter what* *really likes that*

(next play)

#Druck #druck og #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #davenzi #davenzi plays

[hanaasbananas]

Thanks for tagging me @rosekasa ! It was really fun to read the insights behind some of your fics and art and also realising that i've read all of the fics you mentioned lmao i lOVE YOUU

Rules: It's time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you bought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

Honestly, even thogh 2020 was kinda shitty in general, it was a really good writing year for me-I finally got out of my uni burnout after writing my dissertation in 2019 and other coursework and wrote some of my favourite things. Here we go!

Phantoms In the Dark: Coming in at number one, to absolutely nobody's surprise. This fic...what can I say about this fic? It is my BABY. I came up with the idea back in April last year, I think? And I spent pretty much the next four months working exclusively on it. (Yeah I had an issue with procrastination and most of it got written when I fell down the stairs and was bedridden for a month, but I digress). I love historical AU's and there aren't nearly enough in the ML fandom so I decided to write my own and honestly 30k might not be a lot to some people but considering its the first chaptered story I've extensively planned and completed instead of abandoned, I'm pretty goddamn proud of it. Personally, I think it's some of my best work, and though it didn't get as much hype or attention as I wanted it to, it's starting to gain some now and I'm just glad its out there for people to read because I love it so much and also because of lines like this:

“You are the most extraordinary woman I have ever met,” he murmured, pulling back. His eyes were hooded, dark with desire. “And I love you.” Chat smiled suddenly, so brightly it made her heart skip a beat. “I don’t think I shall ever tire of saying that.” He leaned down to peck her lips once, “my darling,” twice, “my lady,” three times more, smiling against her lips, “...my love. ”

(Probably one of my favourite lines in this story are the last three sentences of chapter 12 but in the interest of spoilers, I won't put them here lol. Ch12 is actually FULL of some of my best writing I reckon. I mean I made people cry so...)

Ladybug Luck? What's That? : This is pure crack I love it so much. I wrote this after me and @rosekasa first bonded over ML Bollywood headcanons and the gamla scene from K3G just wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it. I wrote this instead of sleeping after iftar and posted it jUST before going downstairs for sehri lmao

Pink: An experiment in writing a story with no dialogue. I just really like this because it's just so SOFT and sweet adrinette

our eyes speak (but on our lips is silence): Wrote this for Alizeh's birthday and also because I watched Laila Majnu again and the song that inspired it is just so good. This also then spawned my series on ao3 Hanaa's Bollywood Playlist because I kept! getting! inspired! by! songs! and now here we are. I really like this, wasn't sure about it at the time but I love experimenting with different narrative styles and having moments in the present interspersed with lines of dialogue from a previous conversation between the two was really fun. Especially because I had to figure out how to have the scenes correspond to the dialogue lmao i spent so long working it out.

Exposed: Love me a good identity reveal and this was really fun to write as well, even if it is angsty as HECK. Pretty sure I wrote this in a couple of hours I honestly don't even remember much except just listening to Ishaqzaade on repeat while I wrote lol. One of my FAVOURITE tropes is when Adrien and Marinette don't know each other as civilians so then I thought 'ok what if they had a public identity reveal and have to hide out now, except they don't know each other'. And this was born.

“That’s not-” he stumbles over his words, covering her hand with his own. “That’s not why I do it.” At her questioning look, he elaborates “my identity doesn’t matter—everyone knows who I am anyway but...yours-” he licks his lips “your name belongs to you. I won’t hear it from anyone else.”

“You don’t have to tell me!” Adrien hurries to reassure her “I just-don’t want to take that away from you.”

This Red Love: My first enemies au! And probably my best as well. I love the movie Ram Leela so much, and the lyrics to Laal Ishq are so beautiful I just HAD to write something so we get this nice lovers to enemies to lovers fic!

Memory: I wrote this when I was feeling like shit and was being all lame and broody, which I think kind of comes across in the text. I love reading chat blanc fics and fix it's and what have you but here I just wanted to explore how Chat must have felt being completely alone with the knowledge that he caused the destruction of earth.

Wish: Memory walked, so that Wish could run. I closed out the year with a healthy dose of angst but I still really love this because I needed to exercise my angst writing muscles after writing fluff for so long but also because I just love really getting into the minds of these grief stricken characters and seeing how they'd react to scenarios. I also cried like a baby when I wrote this, especially a scene in the last flashback which I had the idea for and IMMEDIATELY decided to put in even though the fic was plenty sad already. What can I say, I'm mean like that 😈

Aaah Alizeh this was so much fun to look at what I wrote last year again, some for the first time since posting sjsksks thanks again for the tag! I tag @apopcornkernel @theanxiouscupcake @sukker-sugar and @2manyfandoms2count

#tag game #this was fun! #my fics

[not-close-to-straight]

More Than Words (Seven)

This is basically 8000 words of fluff and like, 250 words of plot. Lots of romance and smooching and a tiny bit of plot. 

Oh and also, there’s a small reference to “special brownies”? I can’t imagine anyone cares about that, but it’s there anyway!

Enjoy!

MTW MASTERLIST HERE

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The water in the hotel showers was either scalding hot or unbearably frigid and there didn’t seem to be an in between. Peter was so relieved to be getting a proper shower after weeks of only wiping down, that he settled on scalding and jumped in anyway. 

“Sonofabitch!” the Omega yelped and darted right back out of the spray, huddling close to the flimsy dividing curtain and covering his more sensitive spots from the lava like drops. “Okay. Super hot water was a bad choice.” 

“Pete?” Wade’s voice sounded even deeper in the large room, rolling off the tile floors and echoing through the steam. “Everything alright?” 

“Uh yep.” Peter hadn’t given any thought to the rather locker room style shower set up in the hotel basement when he first came down, but now that Wade was sharing the space, suddenly the entire area seemed uncomfortably open. 

The dividing walls between showers were flimsy at best, high enough to avoid potential awkward eye contact with the person showering just next door, but ending rather abruptly at knee height. The door was nothing more than a curtain and Peter inched away from the material and back towards the water as Wade’s footsteps came down the corridor towards his stall. 

“Pete? You okay?” 

“Um…”

I’m naked in a giant locker room with an Alpha.

Oh no. 

Nope, being naked in the showers wasn’t actually the problem. 

The problem was that Peter was supposed to soap up naked in the same room that Wade was soaping up naked. He was supposed to wash himself while knowing Wade was washing himself and manage not to think too hard about... naked things... because his scent would give it away and then the Alpha would get all fangy and probably growl and then-- oh Lord and then all their conversations about waiting and things being enough would go right out the window. 

“Um, everything’s fine.” Peter’s voice went high pitched, thready and nervous. “And hey, I don’t want to be weird about this but would it be okay if you took your shower on the-- the other side of the room?” 

“...what?” 

Damn it. 

“t’s a big room? Maybe you--” get naked. “--shower over there? I just-- I need you to be maybe give me little bit of spa--ACE! WADE!” Peter shrieked when the Alpha reached into the shower and yanked him right out into the open.

“Oh my god what are you--” he stopped abruptly when he realized Wade had his head turned away completely, eyes shut tight. “Wade? What are you doing?”

“Grab your soap and clothes and come on.” Wade didn’t so much as look in Peter’s direction as he towed him down the corridor and around to a side area the Omega hadn’t noticed before. “Don’t slip right here, the floor gets rough.” 

“What’s this?” Peter sidestepped the aforementioned rough area, and peered curiously around the Alpha. There was a single shower built into the corner, blocked from anyone else’s view by a high wall and a door that could be barred. “Why is this here?” 

“Hotel has one specifically for Omegas travelling alone or anyone who is particularly vulnerable.” the Alpha pulled several towels from a nearby cabinet and handed one behind for Peter to wrap around his waist. “Haven brings in all types, you know? Sometimes a shower room that locks is better for everyone.” 

“Oh.” 

“Figured this way you can take your time and get good and clean, wash that hair a  hundred times if you want.” Wade turned the water on in the private shower and lay the towels down on a low bench. “The door locks so you don’t have to worry about anyone barging in, or the showers getting too crowded with Alphas and making you uncomfortable. Now hurry up and get in there so I can get to my own shower.” 

It was entirely charming the way Wade was making such a point to not even risk a glance even though Peter’s towel more than covered him. The Alpha was probably giving himself a headache keeping his eyes scrunched so tight and Peter-- god, Peter could have loved him for it. 

So instead of running into the shower stall and locking the door, and instead of taking the opportunity for the space he’d been so worried about just a moment previous, Peter tightened the towel around his waist and stepped in to hug his-- his mate tight from behind. “Thank you for this.” 

“It’s no problem, Pete.” Wade linked their fingers and tipped his head back until it rested against Peter’s hair. “Gotta tell ya though, sure can’t wait to smell that new soap on you. Been thinkin’ bout it all day.” 

“I’m tempted to use all of it.” Peter’s lips moved over Wade’s rough skin as he spoke, his breath puffing warm on the Alpha’s neck. “But I want to keep some so I can wash up at home, too.” 

“Use it.” Wade lifted their hands and mouthed a kiss to Peter’s knuckles, turned them over and kissed Peter’s palm as well. “I’ll buy you more sweetheart, hell I’ll buy you every piece Mr. Lee’s got in stock. M’just glad you like it. I know it’s not a real big gift but--” 

Wade went quiet when Peter came around to face him, and when Peter saw the Alpha’s eyes still shut, he laughed and stood up on his toes to lay a very soft, very sweet kiss on Wade’s cheek. “Thank you.” 

Wade started to answer, but Peter cut in with an amused, “You can open your eyes, you know. The towel covers everything important.” 

“We said enough, Pete.” Wade opened his eyes but kept his head leaned back so he was staring at the ceiling. “And if I see you half naked, even if it’s the unimportant half, enough is gonna be-- it’s gonna be a distant memory. Seeing you in a towel is gonna break me. They’ll have to come pick my pieces up from the floor, you wanna explain to the owner why you left a grown man in pieces in the showers?” 

“No, I guess that would be a pretty awkward conversation.” Peter’s grin was obvious in his words. “I better get in there before your neck starts hurting, huh? The ceiling can’t be that interesting, definitely not worth being sore tomorrow anyway.”

“I’d appreciate the hell outta that. Yep.” 

“Okay.” the Omega left another nearly chaste kiss on Wade’s cheek. “See you soon, Alpha.” 

“God dammit.” Wade’s big hands grasped suddenly at Peter’s bare waist, calloused fingers digging bruises into his skin and the Omega gasped when Wade bent to leave first hungry kisses and then sharp nips at his throat. “Pete. Please always call me Alpha. I know you’ve said it before but every time it about kills me. Sure feels like I’ve waited a whole lifetime to hear that from you, don’t ever stop.” 

“Alpha.” Peter let his head fall back and purred, low and nearly wanton when he felt his mate’s tongue over his pulse. “Mmmm, I know the feeling. Didn’t even know I was waiting to hear you call me Omega, but it’s incredible.” 

“I can’t wait to hold you tonight.” True to his word, Wade kept his eyes shut tight but he didn’t pull away yet. He couldn’t quite convince himself to let go of Peter, not when the Omega was panting into his ear and cuddling close. “Pete, Omega. I can’t wait.” 

“I can’t wait either.” Cheeks red and heart pounding, Peter inched away before he did something reckless like kiss the hell outta his Alpha. “I’ll see you soon.” 

“See you soon.” Wade didn’t open his eyes until the shower door had closed and locked, and then they opened hazy, needy red. 

“Mate.” 

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Peter stayed in the showers long after Wade had come by and rapped at the door to let him know he was heading upstairs again. The water was still almost too hot, but Peter lingered under the spray for as long as he could stand it, unwilling to give up the luxury of a private shower before he absolutely had to.

The lavender soap foamed up beautifully in his hands and Peter spent an inordinate amount of time smoothing the fragrant bubbles over every inch of skin, between his toes and clear up his legs, up under his arms and behind his ears and then back down again. The very last bit of shampoo suds-ed up into his hair and while it soaked , Peter rummaged through his toiletry bag for finger nail clippers and the one disposable razor he’d packed.

Omegas didn’t have much body hair in general, but Peter still smoothed out his chin and side burns and tidied the sparse curls between his thighs. They’d said enough and agreed neither he nor Wade was ready for sex but it still felt nice to be ready, especially since this was most likely the last chance for a proper shower for a while. 

Peter was contemplating another run down with the lavender soap-- and wondering just how expensive it had been, if Wade really would buy him more-- when another couple came down into the showers talking and laughing together, so he turned off the water and began drying off just in case the pair wanted to share the private stall. 

Peter smiled when he heard the gentle teasing and obviously loving remarks, a squeal from the Omega when their Alpha turned on the water too quickly, and the Alpha’s surprised yelp when their partner retaliated with what sounded like the snap of a towel. 

The laughter quieted into hums and then a soft moan, and Peter’s eyes widened when he realized the couple was getting rather amorous right there in the public showers. 

Oh no. No no no, he couldn’t stand in here and listen to that and then go upstairs and keep a straight face around Wade. Absolutely impossible. 

Peter was contemplating how to turn the water off and sneak away without the mated pair realizing someone had been eavesdropping, when the Omega purred towards their mate, “I’m yours, my Alpha. I’m yours and you’re mine.” 

“That’s right, you’re mine.” the Alpha nearly snarled the words and Peter jumped in surprise. “You’re mine Omega, you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

Then came more noises, the sort of noises Peter couldn’t quite deal with, so he ran a towel haphazardly through his hair, hurried into his sleep clothes and gathered up his things before all but bolting from the private stall and through the main room, heading for the stairs with eyes turned firmly forward lest he see anything unfortunate. 

“Hey sweetheart.” Wade looked up with a ready smile when Peter finally made it to the room and locked the door behind him. “Thought you drowned in there.” 

“Just about.” Peter grinned at the Alpha and went to put his toiletries away. “I had to get like six months worth of showering in. Everybody says you only get down here twice a year, so will it be summer before I get to wash my hair again?” 

“We could just shave you bald.” Wade ran a hand over his own bare scalp. “No muss, no fuss, no worries about needing to come to town for showers.”

“You’re gorgeous without hair.” Peter dragged his fingers through the thick mess until it was standing up in spikes all across his head. “However, all my good looks are tied up in these heavenly locks, so if I shave it, you won’t want to sleep next to me anymore.” 

“I highly doubt that.” the Alpha thumped his head back against the bed frame and watched with no small amount of adoration as Peter brushed his teeth at the basin and worked a comb through his hair to ease the tangles. “About all your good looks being in your hair or about me wanting to sleep next to you.” 

Peter scrunched his nose at Wade through the mirror and went back to getting ready for the night. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Yep.” Wade popped the ‘p’ of the word, not bothering to look away from the line of Peter’s legs in the slim fit sleep pants. “What do you want to know, Pete?” 

“When I was in the shower--” the Alpha’s scent jolted with interest and Peter was quick to add, “Easy does it, Alpha. This won’t be about be washing or anything else remotely related to that sort of thing.” 

“You’re crushing my dreams, Omega.” A faux petulant pout, but Wade still sat up straighter in the bed so he could listen. “What’s on your mind?” 

“When I was in the shower.” Peter started again. “A couple came in and I heard the Omega say ‘I’m yours and you’re mine’ and the Alpha got all growly and said ‘you’re mine’ all vicious before saying ‘and I’m yours.’” 

“...okay?” 

“So why did they say that?” he wanted to know. “Is that a thing in this timeline? Because we don’t say things like that in my timeline. Not ever. An Omega being super verbally submissive in public and an Alpha getting loud and possessive-- I mean, that makes everyone uncomfortable. We just say I love you when it gets serious enough for the Omega to play at submissive and even then, I don’t know any Alpha that snarls at their mate unless it’s in heat.” 

“You don’t like hearing an Alpha get snarly, Pete?” 

“I dunno.” Peter furrowed his brow. “I don’t mind when you growl at me, but you’ve never spoken to me the way that Alpha spoke to the Omega. And I don’t think um--” 

Wade raised his eyebrows and waited, and Peter finished in a quiet tone, “When we get to that point, I would want to say I love you. Would you not say that?” 

When we get to that point. 

It was a question in his mate’s voice, but Peter wasn’t actually asking. There was only clear intent and the expectation that one day they would be in love, they would be sharing those words together. Peter was saying out loud what Wade already knew in his soul and the reflection of his own intentions made Wade want to pound at his chest and roar. 

Yes his mate knew they would love each other, no questions, no uncertainty, no wondering. 

Peter clenched his fists at his side when Wade’s cedar and licorice scent roiled swollen with hunger and possessiveness before softening and sweetening to contentment, and when Wade held out his hand and curled his fingers coaxingly, Peter went right to the bed, right to his Alpha. 

“C’mere.” Wade rumbled. “C’mere, baby boy right up here with me.” 

Peter let himself be pulled up to the bed and then into the Alpha’s lap and settled with knees on either side of Wade’s waist, arms looped loosely around his neck and their foreheads pushed together. The Omega exhaled noisily when Wade rucked up the back of his shirt and flattened a warm palm just over the dimples at the curve of his rear, and bowed his back into the welcome touch with a sigh.

“C’mere, c’mere, c’mere.” The Alpha spread his other hand high on Peter’s leg and swept his thumb into the hip crease, rubbed idle circles at the Omega’s back and slid his fingers beneath the waistband of the thin sleep pants to feel more of his mate. “This okay? Enough?” 

“It’s wonderful.” Peter sank lower onto Wade’s lap, helpless against the intoxicating feel of his mate surrounding him, grounding him with just a few touches. “Fuckin’ wonderful.” 

“Language.” Wade chuckled into the Omega’s ear, his lips rough on the sensitive skin. “The mouth on you, baby boy.” 

“Now it just seems like you’re trying to set me up for a dirty joke.” Peter retorted, and this time the bed shook with the force of their laughter together. “Can’t put me on your lap and then talk about my mouth.” 

“Yeah, I dunno what I was thinking.” Wade grinned and Peter grinned right back. “Too easy, hm? Of course you’d get sassy about it.”

“It’s what I do best.” Peter admitted. “Now tell me what that phrase means.”  

“Alright.” Wade shifted forward and scraped his fangs lightly, so lightly, over Peter’s cheek and the Omega went very still on top of him. “That phrase, Pete. It’s not what people say instead of I love you. It’s bigger than I love you.” 

“What do you mean?” Peter turned his face into more, shivering over another pass of the dangerous points. “How is it bigger than ‘I love you’?” 

“It’s... it’s submission from the Omega, Pete.” The Alpha’s voice went a little hoarse. “Full on submission in words and usually in an action as well. First submission and then admitting to wanting the Alpha as their own. And then from the Alpha, it’s possessive and protection--” his hands tightened on Peter’s frame. “-- claiming the Omega as theirs, and then an admission that they belong to the Omega as well. I’m yours and you’re mine. It’s more than words.”

“More than words.” Peter echoed and Wade nodded. 

“It’s a promise between mates, giving all of yourself to the other and then taking everything they are as your own. When you have all of someone and they have all of you, it means you have every bit of each other and together, it’s something new.” 

Peter’s lips parted in a quiet ‘oh’ and Wade tucked his forehead into the Omega’s shoulder, waiting for the inevitable question. 

“...does the Omega always say it first?” 

“Always.” 

“Why?” 

“Because.” The Alpha’s throat worked as he swallowed. “Because that way the Omega is offering their submission is a gift. It’s a gift Pete. They choose to submit and then they choose an Alpha to share it with. Biology and scent matching and all that aside, being trusted enough that an Omega is willing to be their most vulnerable with you is humbling. And then to have that same Omega claim you as their own? Incredible. What else is the Alpha to do besides accept the gift and swear their loyalty. ‘I’m yours and you’re mine. You’re mine and I’m yours. That’s what it means. Pure submission and complete trust.” 

“You and your first mate.” Peter whispered. “Did you say it with her?” 

“No.” A quick, negative shake of the Alpha’s head. “No, Vanessa and I never did. She was an Alpha and things were different between us. Not.. not less. Just different.” 

“This is all new for you?” Peter was still whispering. “Being with an Omega.” 

“It’s all new for me.” Wade confirmed. “And every single minute of being with you is incredible. I don’t even have words for it, Pete.”

“It’s more than I love you.” A ribbon of awe curled through the Omega’s honeysuckle scent. “More than words-- I had no idea. No idea something so old fashioned could be so wonderful, thank you for explaining it to me. It’s absolutely beautiful.” 

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.” Wade touched their noses together. “You’re beautiful.” 

It was all to easy to fall into the bed together, Wade snuggling Peter down off his lap and into the blankets, rolling the Omega over and spooning up tight to his back. Sleep clothes made for thin barriers and Peter made a shocked sort of sound when he could feel the Alpha’s heat pressed against him from shoulders to toes, Wade heavy and thick against his rear, comforting and solid everywhere else. 

“Smell good, Omega.” Wade tucked his nose to the spot just behind Peter’s ear and breathed in the drowsy lavender perfume. His mind immediately went to all the other places the scent would be lingering, the secret hidden areas only a mate would know to discover and explore. “Did you use all the soap?” 

“Almost.” Peter relaxed into the pillows and reached behind to rest his hand on Wade’s leg, kneading small patterns into the solid muscle. “Will you buy me more?” 

“I’ll buy you all of it.” the Alpha dropped a kiss at Peter’s cheek then one down at the curve where neck met shoulder, curved fangs pricking without breaking skin, just a hint and gone so Peter would shiver and melt further into him. “Sleep, baby boy. I’ve got you.”

Too long a day combined with the heady, sleepy fragrance of lavender had Peter dropping off to sleep almost immediately, safe and warm tucked in at his mate’s chest. Wade stayed awake for a while longer though, loathe to fall asleep too quickly and miss out on the wonder that was their first night sleeping together. 

The moonlight came through the windows and lit silver on Peter’s freckles, turned pink lips dusky red and cast shadows over the Omega’s long lashes. Wade could have stared at his mate forever, memorizing the rise and fall of each breath and the minute expressions flickering across Peter’s face as dreams took him further into slumber. 

He didn’t weigh hardly anything at all against Wade’s bulk, the Omega’s features nearly delicate in contrast to Wade’s more defined frame. Peter’s fingers were fine boned and slim, meant for reading and writing not chopping wood or dealing with animals and when Wade reached to press at the fingertips, he frowned when he felt calluses forming where there had been none before. 

“You deserve a softer life, my mate.” he whispered to the quiet room, and predictably adorably, Peter’s nose wrinkled as if he’d heard and disagreed even in sleep. “I hate every reminder that you aren’t supposed to be here with me.” 

Their time was limited, short, regardless of Peter’s teasing about not being able to take a shower till next summer, despite the way they talked about planting more vegetables in the spring, no matter that Wade had purchased a few small things for his Omega to set aside as presents for the holidays. 

The reality was Cable could return tomorrow, next week or next month, hell he could already have returned to Haven and was stomping around looking for Peter right that moment. 

Their time was limited and it broke Wade’s heart, so he kept his eyes open for as long as he could and watched Peter long into the night, mouthing silent adoration into his Omega’s skin and tucking close to breathe in the scent that completed his own. 

Don’t leave me yet, my mate.

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Morning came before Wade was ready, and he didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he was jolting awake in time to feel Peter stretch and arch against him, that pert perfect rear snugging to his hips before Peter relaxed again and fell back onto the bed with a sleepy huff. 

The Alpha checked and then checked again to be sure Peter was still asleep, then eased regretfully from the bed and from the room to hurry down the hall to the bathrooms. There was a ‘bathroom’ in the hotel room too, but it wasn’t much more than a bucket behind a privacy screen and hell even the cabin outhouse had better privacy than that. There were better ways for Peter to wake up after their first night together than to the sound of Wade relieving himself. 

The facilities down the hall it was. 

Wade made quick work of his needs, splashed some water up on his face and swished through his mouth and hurried out of the bathroom and down the hall to get back to his mate--

--then turned the corner and ran smack into his Omega. 

“Ooph.” Peter bounced off Wade’s chest and would have hit the floor had the Alpha not reached out and snatched him real quick. “Oh hey look at you.” 

The lopsided grin the Omega sent Wade’s way was so hilariously tired, Wade nearly dropped him again when he started to laugh. 

“Not real nice to laugh at me when m’too tired to be sassy.” Peter complained over a jaw cracking yawn. “Fuckin’ rude.” 

“Sorry Pete, but you’re sorta--” 

Whatever Wade was going to say, whatever teasing or maybe even sarcastic quip he was going to toss back fell by the wayside when Peter swayed close and lay an enthusiastic, if not sleepy, kiss on his lips. “MmmmgoodmorningAlpha.” he muttered. “Gotta bathroom then back to bed.” 

Wade was too stunned to do much more than stand there, and he was still standing there when Peter made a reappearance a few moments later. “Hey uh sweetheart--” 

“Alpha.Mmmblergh.Coffee.” Another kiss just as unexpected as the first, and Peter disappeared into their hotel room without another word, leaving his Alpha shell shocked in the hallway. 

“Alright then.” Wade blinked a few times “Coffee. Yep. I’ll just-- I’ll just do that. Coffee.”

It was a miracle he made it down to the kitchen without falling right down the stairs, and more than one Alpha clapped Wade on the back and muttered something understanding about, “Nothing like a night with your mate to make an Alpha half stupid, huh?” and Wade could only nod in agreement. 

Not that he and Peter had spent the sort of night together the other Alpha’s assumed, and not that Peter’s kiss had been anything other than most likely accidental and entirely innocent but Wade was still goofy and a little bit stupid as he gathered up coffee cups. 

His mate was going to be the death of him, even if it was death by stairs because Wade couldn’t get the feel of Peter’s lips off his own long enough to concentrate. 

By the time the Alpha made it back upstairs with their coffee, Peter had rolled onto Wade’s side of the bed, not asleep again but still languid and lazy as he bundled into the warm spot Wade had left behind, hugging one of the pillows tight and sighing loudly. 

“Comfy?” Wade asked, and had to bite back a grin when Peter popped up from the blankets with wide eyes and hilariously rumpled hair. “It’s alright, Omega. Lay back down. I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“No, I’m awake.” Peter was not awake, but he made grabby hands for the coffee anyway and clutched the cup close. “Sorry, do you want your spot back?” 

“I dunno.” The Alpha’s scent twisted affectionate as he took a sip of his own coffee. “You sure look sweet trying to stay warm on my side of the bed.” 

“Well-l-l-l.” Peter drew his knees up to his chest and peeked at Wade over the rim of his cup. “If you came here and sat with me again, I wouldn’t have to try to stay warm, would I?” 

“You want me to come sit with you, Omega?” It shouldn’t have felt like such a loaded question, not after they’d spent the night together but Peter had kissed the Alpha this morning without even hesitating and suddenly the question meant everything. 

Peter had submitted to Wade without thought when they’d spent a moment together before heading to Haven, going still and trusting with the Alpha’s fangs at his throat. He’d allowed Wade to introduce him as ‘mate’ to anyone who asked, and then purposefully called Wade Alpha even after knowing what weight the word carried. They’d talked of submission and promises and bonds that were more than words, and then Peter had slept so happily next to him all night long. 

They had said enough, had said neither was ready to take that final leap but Wade knew there were a thousand steps between discovering soul mates and completing their bond, a thousand tiny ways to know and learn that had nothing to do with sex or mating, a thousand chances to choose each other that came along so naturally with Pete, the Alpha didn’t even have to think about it. 

But he wanted to be sure Peter was thinking about it, wanted to make sure his future mate saw the significance of every step and the direction they were heading so he asked again “You want to me come sit with you, Omega?” 

And Peter looked up with the sort of smile Wade wanted to see every morning for the rest of his life and in a reply far too simple for what it did to the Alpha’s heart-- “Of course.” 

Of course. 

Wade climbed back onto the bed and opened his arms for Peter, his entire being washing in happiness when the Omega cuddled close immediately. Peter tucked his toes beneath Wade’s legs and breathed in deep when his Alpha’s scent swelled with pleasure and satisfaction, the cedar and licorice heady enough to make him dizzy. 

“What do we have to do today, Alpha?” Peter thought he might have slurred the words but he was too at ease to care. A night spent in his Alpha’s arms had left him loose limbed and yielding this morning, his entire self floating in the aura of completeness filling the room. He only somewhat remembered leaving the bed to use the restroom, had only a fleeting thought that he’d ran into Wade in the hallway before tumbling back into sheets and pillows that scented of his Alpha, of them. 

He felt almost drugged, honestly. Like the time Harry had convinced him to eat one of those special brownies and Peter had thought he’d never get off the couch. Not when the cushions were so comfortable and the blankets were so warm and whatever was on the television was more hilarious than it had ever been before. 

That’s how he felt this morning, lax and comfortable and the only thing possibly better then lying next to Wade in bed would be lying skin to skin with his Alpha, limbs tangled and hearts pounding and oh Peter thought he’d very willingly stay wrapped in blankets and near suffocate in the quilts so long they smelled like black licorice. 

Funny thing that, Peter had never even liked black licorice before meeting Wade and now…

“Pete? Where'd you go?” 

“Peek a boo.” Peter mumbled and Wade chuckled down at him. 

“Seriously sweetheart, where’d you go? You’re practically asleep on me again, smiling for no reason at all.” Wade tipped the Omega’s chin up and searched his eyes. “I was saying we need to pick up supplies and then visit Doc Banner and you sorta laughed at me. Everything alright?” 

“Mmm, sorry.” Peter made a valiant effort to sit up straighter even though his fingers clenched almost instinctively in Wade’s shirt to make sure the Alpha didn’t move away at all. “I’m all loopy this morning. Sorta floaty. Keep talking though, I'll wake up eventually.”

“Nah, keep floatin’ baby.” Wade budged Peter in close again and nosed through his hair with a quiet sigh. “You’re gorgeous like this.”  

“You’re gorgeous, Alpha.” came a barely mumbled answer, and Wade held his mate a little closer and kept right on talking, outlining the plan for the rest of the day and marking out a hopeful timeline for when they’d make it back to the camp. He rambled about how pissed off the goat would be that they left her overnight, talked about a few last minute repairs the cabin needed before the winter came down hard onto the mountain, and mentioned buying a new wash and wringing machine so laundry would be easier. 

“Did I kiss you this morning?” The Omega interrupted almost twenty minutes later and Wade hesitated before nodding slowly. 

“Yeah Pete. You sure did.” 

“Oh.” Silence for a moment and then a whisper soft, “Can I kiss you again?” 

“Yes.” 

Peter huffed a laugh at Wade’s immediate response and struggled to sit up, throwing his leg over Wade’s lap until they were face to to face again, forehead to forehead. “You said um-- yesterday you said we were doing things backwards since you introduced me as mate before you tried courting me with gifts and that reminded me of something else we were doing backwards.” 

“What’s that, sweetheart?” Wade cupped Peter’s face between both his palms, sweeping his thumbs over the high cheekbones and tangling his other fingers in Peter’s hair. “What else are we doing backwards?” 

“Kissing is supposed to come way before moving in together.” Peter said seriously-- or it might have been seriously if he hadn’t practically hummed the words, a loopy smile on his face as lavender and honeysuckle wound like syrup into Wade’s senses. “We’re supposed to kiss before we sleep together and definitely before we say things like ‘meant to be together’. We did it backwards and I think we should fix that.” 

Wade could barely breathe as Peter settled firmer onto his lap, hope and elation lightening his hazel eyes. “Omega.”

“I um-- I wanted to kiss you last night.” the Omega admitted in a hushed tone. “But then you said that thing about falling to pieces if you had to see me in a towel and I thought a kiss might actually kill you so I figured I’d wait.” 

“So you could kill me with a kiss in bed?” Wade dropped one hand down to Peter’s hip to hold him steady, thoroughly enjoying the flush in his mate’s cheeks. Peter was beautiful like this. “Is that what you’re trying to do, Omega?” 

“I guess we’ll have to find out.” Peter’s laugh was low and husky, falling into an unsteady sigh when their lips met in a single tentative kiss. Then came another less tentative than the first and when the Alpha urged him forward Peter came back for a third and a fourth and a half dozen more. 

The moment was almost innocent, very nearly chaste as they shared soft kisses and gentle touches. Peter explored the lines of scars up his Alpha’s neck and down just beneath the collar of Wade’s shirt. He shivered over the press of blunt fingers at his waist and further along his hip, rocked forward into Wade’s lap and nearly bit his tongue off when the Alpha growled at him and yanked him up tight and the moment was suddenly decidedly less chaste.

“Oh-h-fuck, Alpha.” A full body shudder from the Omega when the next kiss ended with the drag of too sharp fangs at his bottom lip. “Oh my god.”

“This is enough.” Wade was panting as he pulled away, trying to blink the red from his eyes as he went. “Pete this-- this is enough.” 

“Okay.” Peter tried and failed to keep the disappointment from burning through his scent. “Okay, sorry. Sorry let me just--” 

“Stop.” Wade clamped his palm down on Peter’s leg when the Omega tried to leave his lap. “No no listen, sweetheart. Listen.” 

“...I’m listening.” 

“This is enough.” the Alpha repeated. “I mean whatever we decide, is enough. Last week enough was just acknowledging the match and maybe scenting each other. Last night enough was holding you when you slept. This morning, kissing you is enough. Whatever you want, Pete. Whatever we decide together. It's always enough.” 

Peter blinked at him uncertainly and Wade swallowed hard. “Baby boy, there’s a thousand steps between knowing we are meant to be together and actually being mated. And I don’t care if we hit every single one of those steps along the way or if we skip eight of them to get to something better. I don't care. However fast or slow we’re moving is-- it’s enough. It’s enough for me.” 

“A thousand steps.” Peter flattened his hand over Wade’s heart, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he counted the steady beats. “And whichever one we’re at is enough for you.” 

“It’s enough, Pete. I’m happy no matter where we are on that journey.”

“You’re telling me this so I know just kissing is okay.” Peter guessed. “Cos we moved real quick through a lot yesterday.”

“Yes.” 

“I’m not ready for more than kissing.” the Omega admitted and Wade reached up to cover Peter’s hand in a comforting squeeze. “But I feel like I’ll crawl outta my skin if I can’t be with you right now. I need you close, need you holding me. And I dunno if it’s cos we slept together last night or what, but I want to kiss you. Right now. A lot.” 

“Oh no.” Wade managed a teasing smile. “My mate wants to--mmmph!” he startled when Peter lunged forward and crushed their mouths together, the Omega not even pausing before shoving his hands beneath Wade’s shirt and audibly groaning over the twitch of muscle and feel of heated skin. 

“Say it again.” Peter wasn’t so much floating now as he was burning, rocketed back to his senses by the all too casual way Wade had called him ‘mate’. “Say it again, Alpha. Again.” 

“Mate.” Wade rumbled and Peter tossed his head back and moaned. “Mate.” 

“Yes.”

Their next kiss went on and on and on until both Alpha and Omega were desperate for air and both unwilling to pull away. Peter fit perfectly on Wade’s lap, his long legs hugging the Alpha tight on either side so he could keep his mate right where he needed him. What started out innocent quickly moved towards needy and Peter didn’t bother trying to keep quiet, not when every one of one his sighs was echoed by the Alpha, every little moan returned as a snarl until Peter was drowning in the rush of arousal from his Alpha. 

“Alpha!” Peter keened over the cut of fangs at his lip and Wade’s growl shook through his core. “Oh my god please--” A rough groan from the Alpha as Wade cleaned the spot of blood from Peter’s mouth and then thrust his tongue deep into willing warmth and Peter couldn’t do much more than open up to his Alpha and whimper for more. 

“I’ve got you.” Wade raked his fingers down Peter’s back, palmed over that all too tempting rear and then spread his hand wide to hold as much of his Omega as he could, steady at Peter’s hip so they could rock and grind into each other. “Right here baby boy, come on.” 

The Omega’s entire body lit up with sparks when he could feel how bad Wade wanted him, when the thick Alpha cock throbbed at his core. He spread his knees and ground down onto his mate, shoved his tongue deep into Wade’s mouth and licked over his Alpha’s fangs, ripped his nails down Wade’s chest and tossed his head back nearly shouted at a jolt of pleasure so sharp it was almost painful when Wade shifted just right and their bodies slotted together. 

The air was brittle, twisting heated and destructive and Peter’s vision went hazy, his heart pounding out of control as he was suddenly hot, he was too, too hot. He was shattering apart beneath his Alpha but it was almost frightening, his near desperate arousal choked off by a ripple of too much and too sudden and no no no they’d said enough but this wasn’t enough, this was--

“Oh!” Peter gasped out loud when Wade jerked up in the bed and flipped them over in one quick motion. He oophed when he hit the bed but it turned into a moan when the Alpha pushed his knees open and crowded close between his legs, Wade settled hard and heavy against Peter’s center. 

“Stay with me.” Wade’s deep voice cut through the fog like a light, snapping Peter back into too sharp focus. “Pete. Omega. My mate, settle.” 

The Alpha grabbed both Peter’s wrists in one big hand and shoved his hands up towards the edge of the bed, pulling the Omega up into a stretch that forced him to breathe and Peter’s eyes flew open wide. 

“Settle.” Came the repeat command and Peter took in another shaky breath, only enough to whimper, “Please. Please…” 

“I’ve got you.” Wade pinned Peter to the bed with his body and the moment they fit back together Peter went immediately, almost alarmingly still. “Settle.” 

“This is enough, right there.” Peter’s eyes fell closed, his grip at Wade’s hands loosening and knees splaying lax. “Oh my god, don’t-- don’t move. Wade, Alpha, don’t move. This is enough, this is-- this--”

“I’m here.” Wade budged closer, tighter and Peter murmured something slurred and sweet. “Ah fuck, baby boy, I’m here. I’ve got you. This is--” he swallowed when the Omega tugged him down and nuzzled at his neck, willed away the flash of still lingering arousal because now was not the time. “I’m here. You’re right. This is enough.”

It was enough. 

Wade knew what this was, what had been buzzing beneath Peter’s skin the last few days since they’d put words to their bond and had only gotten worse after spending the night together. He should have seen it when Peter had such a hard time pulling himself from the hazy afterglow of being held for so long, and he should have seen it when the afterglow sparked too hot too quickly. 

But now Wade recognized it, remembered it from when his and Vanessa’s bond was new and even now, even though it was a second time around and Wade thought he knew what to expect, the truth of it all still took the Alpha’s breath away. 

This was their bodies yearning, it was their souls starving, it was the bond that had sparked so unexpectedly begging to be completed. 

This was the Omega asking to be held and covered and adored, the Alpha anxious to see his mate spread out and submitting. It was Peter needing to be needed and Wade desperate to be called Alpha, both of them silently begging to be called yours because even though neither of them were ready to take that last step, their biologies and hearts and minds clamored to be together. 

But now with Wade covering Peter from shoulder to toe, foreheads together and mouths still passing in soft touches, hands running slow circles and fingers exploring lazy paths over clothes, now Peter could settle, now they could each breathe and all they wanted to breathe was each other and it was enough. 

“...Alpha.” Soft and achingly sweet, and winding through Wade’s soul like balm soothing a hurt he’d thought healed a lifetime ago. “No words. Just-- this is enough. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah, Pete.” Wade lingered over another kiss, grateful when his mate’s scent lifted sweet again, pure and settled instead of anxious and jittery. Peter was calm again, their need tempered by just being close.  “No words. That’s okay. We don’t need words, not when it’s like this.”

“Yeah.” Peter nodded and turned his head so Wade could mouth at his bonding spot, the painful empty inside him calming and easing away in a wash of contentment. “Don’t need words.” 

And after another moment in a self conscious whisper, “I’m sorry I started all this kissing and got us all wound up just to-- to you know. Pump the brakes. We were having a good morning and I went and ruined it. I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not.” Wade let his fangs drag over Peter’s neck and inhaled deep of potent honeysuckle and the sweetest, most drugging lavender he had ever scented in his life. “You didn’t ruin anything, and I’m not sorry. I could never be sorry about any of this.” 

“...does this mean we can kiss again?” Tentatively, almost embarrassed. “If I promise not to get carried away?”

“Pete.” Wade chuckled and nuzzled at his sweet mate. “Omega. You’re not the only one carried away.” 

“No?” 

“Of course not.” he bumped their noses together and crooned quietly until Peter finally smiled. “We’ll figure it out, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. You could get me wound up and snarly every day and then need to stop and it’s fine. We’re fine. We’ll figure it out.” 

“Can you feel me, Alpha?” Peter dug his fingers into Wade’s bonding spot and shivered when the Alpha rumbled low and content at him. “Seems like you’re right here in my heart, can you feel me like I feel you?” 

“Yeah, baby boy.” Wade wrapped both arms around Peter and hugged his mate up close. “Yeah, I feel you.” 

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“Have you heard from Cable?” Wade stood at the window of Doc Banner’s office and watched until Peter ducked into Mr. Lee’s shop, then let the curtain fall and turned back to the doctor. “When was the last time he was around?” 

“I haven’t seen Cable in a few months.” Bruce washed his hands, waved his patient out the door and then pinned Wade with a look. “But you know he’s gonna come looking for that Omega, so I’m expecting him any day now.” 

“Yeah.” Wade’s eyes flashed red in annoyance. “Yeah, I’m aware.” 

“Do you know what you’re doing, Wade?” Bruce took his glasses off and rubbed at his eyes. “Bonding with an Omega that isn’t from your timeline isn’t-- this can’t end well, you have to realize that.” 

“We aren’t bonded yet.” 

“Bullshit.” Bruce snorted and Wade cracked a smile at the doctor. “Just cos there’s no bite on either of your necks doesn’t mean you aren’t bonded. Being mated just means you finally get to see each other naked, bonded is way more than that and you damn well know it.” 

“...yeah.” the Alpha’s smile grew a little more. “Yeah, I know it.” 

“You’re being a fucking idiot.” Bruce informed him. “But you know that already. So tell me how happy he makes you.” 

“Shit, Bruce.” Wade’s smile stretched to a grin that was damn near ridiculous. “Peter’s incredible.” 

“Tell me about him.” Bruce went to brew a cup of tea and motioned for Wade to take a seat at the table as well. “When is he from?” 

“About a hundred and fifty years from now.” Wade nodded when Bruce whistled. “Not too far from your timeline, I guess. He complains about not having phones or central heat but he works hard around the cabin. Did all our laundry one day by hand and his fingers are still sorta raw from the soap. Tries to chop wood, takes care of the animals…” 

“He’s fit right in.” Bruce finished. “I’m sure you know that the transition has been easier because he’s so calm around you, right? An Omega that wasn’t your scent match would be much more emotional, panicky, and probably too overwhelmed by everything to even get out of bed most days.” 

“I think Pete would be this amazing whether we are mates or not.” Wade countered and Bruce snorted, “Spoken like a man with a mate. What else?” 

“He uh--” Wade cleared his throat. “He gets spacey for me real easy, you know? Floats for me, goes all soft and sweet. All I gotta do is hold him for a while and he’s pretty much gone. We spent the night together last night and it took him a good hour this morning to come out of it. It’s gorgeous.” 

“I remember how that can be.” Bruce said quietly. “I was an Alpha once, a long time ago. There isn’t anything prettier than your mate going down all soft like that. I remember.” 

“We’re waiting to mate.” The Alpha admitted next and Bruce nodded in apparent understanding. “When Pete is from they don’t scent match or anything, so it wasn’t normal for him to match and then bond right away. We’ve been working at it. Only been a few weeks--” 

“But it feels like years, right?” Bruce offered. “Cos it makes perfect sense in this world to scent match and be mated by sundown. Can’t imagine how hard it is for you to wait, especially knowing you don’t have much time together.” 

“It’s easy to wait when Pete needs to wait.” Wade shook his head. “And I-- I mean it’s been a long time since Vanessa but sometimes I think I need to wait more than my Omega does. And yeah, we don’t have much time together and I know that’s why it feels more urgent. Eating me up inside knowing I’ll have to say goodbye to him someday before I’m ready.” 

“We’re not ever ready to say goodbye to our mates.” Bruce poured tea for himself and the Alpha. “And I don’t want to be the one to tell you, but take it from someone who knows the consequences of being out of their natural timeline-- the sooner Cable comes back, the better. I can’t say for sure how Peter will be affected since he’s fully human and I’m obviously not, but be careful with him anyway. Don’t let him get hurt, don’t let him get sick or over tired-- he won’t recover like you or I would. Just be careful. I know you hate the thought of losing him, but you’d hate it more if you lost him to an accident or something.” 

“I’m not going to let anything happen to my mate.” Wade said stubbornly, and then softer, “Do you miss it? Do you miss your world?” 

“No.” Bruce met the Alpha’s gaze easily, nothing but honesty in his dark eyes. “No I sure don’t.” 

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“Hi.” Peter looked up with a smile when Wade climbed up into the wagon next to him. “How was your visit with Doctor--” 

Wade cupped his mate’s jaw and leaned in to press a tender kiss to Peter’s mouth, lingering over the moment until Peter sighed and melted into him, swaying forward to kiss the Alpha right back and opening obediently when Wade’s tongue swept the seam of his lips. 

“Mmm, Alpha.” Peter crooned and Wade rumbled in response, gathering Peter up into his lap and cuddling him close. “What’s this for?” 

“My mate.” Wade budged his nose to the soft spot behind Peter’s ear, left a sharp nip on the Omega’s lobe. “I’m ready to take you home.”  

“Well that’s good cos I’m ready to go home.” A month ago Peter would have balked away from an Alpha publicly claiming with his words, he would have pushed Harry or Johnny away if they got clingy and probably would have outright growled at Gwen if she messed with his hair half this much. 

But Wade was his Alpha and Peter arched his back and purred under the endearment of ‘mate’, curled closer so Wade would keep scenting at him and tipped his head back into the fingers at his hair so Wade wouldn’t let go quite yet. 

His Alpha. 

Wade left one last kiss on Peter’s forehead before picking up the reins and calling to Bea and Arthur to head out, and the Omega snuggled close as they left Haven behind and climbed the mountain towards the cabin. 

“Are you happy with me, Pete?” Wade asked at the river crossing, and as Peter jumped down to take hold of Bea’s bridle and help Wade walk the team through, he didn’t even hesitate to reply--

“Of course I’m happy with you, Alpha.” 

And on the other side of the river after Peter had exclaimed over how wonderful both the horses were for making it through the water, the Omega added, “This is where I’m meant to be, right?” 

“...Right.” 

“Then of course I’m happy.” Peter patted at Arthur’s nose one more time and sent his mate a smile. “Let’s go home.”

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The Game

SPN FanFic

~Look, when you're stuck on set for upwards of 18 hours a day, sometimes you gotta come up with things to amuse yourself. Enter: The Game. Three handsome men, one beautiful and willing woman, endless possibilities.~

J2M x Reader (Jared x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Misha x Reader, no m/m entanglement)

2,370 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Bukkake! Circle-Jerk. Masturbation. All the cum. Um... it's just fun fluffy porn.

A/N: This gem is for my Bukkake Square for @spnkinkbingo 2019. Hope you enjoy!

It was a little game they played sometimes, when the crew was delayed or the weather was bad; when something held up production and gave them a large gap of downtime. It was a particularly fun game, as really there were no losers, and those were always the best sorts of games.

There wasn't really a name for it, but Jared like to call it Jackson Pollack, because that's what you looked like when they were done with you. Just a ruined canvas splattered with their paint.

On this particular Friday afternoon, a freak hail storm had closed down the set for a few hours, and Jensen had beckoned you to his trailer for a round of play. Excited by the idea, you were practically dripping by the time you reached his door, and Misha met you with a smile, taking your hand to help you up the stairs.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted with a smile; pink lips spread wide, cheek shadowed in Castiel's scruff. Unfortunately, he had already been to wardrobe and no longer wore the costume, but his tight black t-shirt was a fine, sexy replacement for the suit.

“Great scene this morning,” you said, hitting the top step. “Very growly.”

Misha laughed and came up behind you, wrapping himself around your back. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and growled as he nipped at your tingling flesh.

“Yeah, just like that,” you murmured mid swoon, blood already simmering.

His lips rose and pulled at your ear, sending a shiver through you that would have knocked you down had his wide hands not been locked around your front. He stroked your breast with this big thumb and your nipple popped to greet it.

“Hey now... save some for me.” Jensen appeared from the bedroom, bottle of beer dangling from his fingertips, a slick smile gracing his lips.

Misha’s grip slackened and you slipped away, swinging your hips as you walked to Jensen. “You know there’s always enough for everyone.” The blush was full in your voice as well as your cheeks and Jensen pulled you close as soon as you were within arm’s reach, wrapping one big hand around the nape of your neck to drag you forward. You looked up and gasped gently as his kiss closed your eyes. His lips were soft and wet with beer, his tongue hungry as it pressed between your lips.

He hummed and let you go, watching with dark forest colored eyes as you swayed on your feet, a little dizzy from his kiss. “Got a special treat for you today,” he teased.

You came back to Earth with a happy sigh and batted your lashes at him. “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.”

You laughed and licked your lips, catching a final hint of his beer. “I’m excited.”

Jensen coyly reached out and pinched your nipple, still hard and visible from Misha’s attention. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “I can see that.”

“Where’s Jared?” you asked, trying to get a move on the game before you came simply from anticipation. The ache between your legs was growing stronger with each sly smile and pass of fingers against your sensitive skin.

Jensen nodded towards the bedroom behind you. “Setting up your surprise.”

The bedroom was at the very back of the trailer and wasn’t big, but it was twice the size of yours. The double bed was made and clear of anything but a few pillows. You frowned at it, expecting to see your usual bondage kit, but turned your eyes to see Jared bent over, fiddling with something on the floor. There was about four feet of empty space between the bed and the closet, and Jared took up most of it, his sexy ass displayed in your direction beneath Sam’s dark blue jeans.

“Well, that is a nice surprise,” you laughed, tilting your head to take in the view.

Jared twisted around as he stood and gave you a grin. “That’s for later,” he joked, and then stepped aside to reveal your true present with a wave of his big hand. “That’s your surprise.”

Standing erect on the laminate floor was a large, bright purple, suction cup dildo, complete with a firm set of balls that seemed to sparkle in the light.

“Oh…”

Jared pushed up behind you and slipped his thumbs beneath the waist of your jeans, slowly drawing them around as he bent to your ear. “You’re gonna ride it.”

“I am,” you agreed in a weak voice, breath catching as he popped the button on your pants.

“You’re gonna put on a nice show for us…”

“Uh huh…” Your head rolled back against his chest as his long fingers snuck inside your panties.

“And then we’ll see who wins you tonight.”

Two fingers spread your lips as he pressed up against your clit, and your shoulders shook against him. “Please.” Your voice was a deep whimper that drew the other men into the room.

“Already begging,” Misha noted with excitement. “This is gonna be fun…”

Jensen shut the door.

Jared drew the blinds.

Misha caught your shirt as you flung it across the small room.

“Hey, slow down,” he told you with a laugh. “Take your time.”

Jared perched on the end of the bed, long legs spread, hand on his thigh. “I said we wanted a show.” His voice was dark and sexy, and your pussy clenched at the hard tone.

“OK…”

Jensen leaned back against the door, his arms crossed, lip pulled tight between his teeth. His eyes were glued to your body as you slowly slid the denim from your hips, inching it down.

“Like this?” you asked coyly, flashing him a sexy pout.

He licked his lips automatically and your clit throbbed. “Just like that.”

You turned when you jeans were around your knees and bent over at the waist, giving each man the perfect view of your tiny panties. You could feel the thin cotton sneak upwards between your ass cheeks and you knew that Misha, in particular, would appreciate it. He liked to play with you like that, yanking the fabric up into your pussy, rubbing it through your slick. He was a bit more...kinky than the others, and you didn't mind one bit.

“So sexy, Y/N/N,” the angelic actor sighed.

His voice made you shiver and you shot him a wink as you stood, reaching around your back to unhook your bra. When the clasp was open, you drew an arm across your chest, covering your tits as you pulled the fabric away. Chewing your lip, you spun around to face your audience and dangled the bra between two fingers.

“Who wants it?” you asked, grinning as three sets of gorgeous eyes tried to pry behind your forearm.

Jensen clicked his teeth and you tossed the bra his way, nearly knocking him in the face with it. The silk fell at his feet and he dipped his head to look at it. “Nice. Keep going.” His eyes flipped up to yours, thick lashes framing the green, and you all but lost your train of thought as his gaze bore into you. “Now.”

Heart racing, you slowly dropped your arm and hooked both thumbs around the elastic of your panties, pausing to make sure you had their attention.

Jared’s eyes were wide and dark, staring at your newly exposed breasts. “Go on,” he said softly, bottom lip wet and bright pink as he bit down into it.

Misha whistled in admiration as you pulled your panties down, taking your time to slide them off of your legs and step out. You made sure to stay bent over a bit longer than necessary, knowing how much he liked to watch your tits swing.

“Better?” you sang, standing straight up and popping your hip. The rush was intense, every man staring at your nakedness, lust and dominance visible in their eyes. They wanted you and it made your pussy clench almost painfully.

“Much.” Jared’s voice cracked, deep and raspy. “Now why don’t you try out your new toy?”

Your stomach flipped at the idea and you slowly backed up until the huge purple cock was between your legs.

“Like this?” you asked, sinking to your knees.

Jensen pushed away from the door frame. “Might wanna get it wet first…”

Nodding in understanding, you dropped down onto all fours and slowly licked the tip of the dildo. Misha hummed, Jared shifted, and Jensen stepped closer, squinting as he watched you take the shiny silicone between your lips.

“That’s beautiful,” he grinned, turning towards Jared. “You see that? Beautiful.”

“She is,” Jared replied, big hand sliding up and down his thigh firmly. “Very nice.”

You set your hands on the floor beside the dick and went to work, bobbing up and down, doing push ups as you slicked the toy up nicely. After a final gag, you sat up, a nice line of drool strung between your lips and the tip, and looked over at Jensen innocently.

“Is that good?” you chirped, batting your eyes at him.

Jensen smacked his lips and glared. “Why don’t you go for a ride and find out?”

The dildo was warm from your mouth and slick enough to impale yourself with little trouble. It was thick but the stretch was delightful, making you moan as you lowered your cunt around it.

“Well?” Misha asked from the back.

You popped an eye open and smiled. “So good.”

“Glad you like it,” Jared said. “Now, ride it.”

You started moving, slowly rolling your hips over and over, enjoying the tightness, the full feeling of the new toy. Once you were sure it wasn’t going to move from its spot on the floor, you picked up speed, riding until your thighs began to burn.

Jensen was the first to step up, dragging the zipper on his jeans down with two thick fingers. Your eyes flew instantly to his hand as he pulled his dick free and began to jerk slowly.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, mouth watering as Jensen’s beautiful cock loomed so close.

“Not today, Princess,” he said, shaking his head. “You just keep doing what you’re doing.”

Misha was next, dropping his pants when he reached your side. He stood opposite Jensen and bit his tongue as he whacked off, firm stomach tensing beneath his tight tee as he watched you fuck yourself.

Jared held out the longest, simply staring quietly as your cunt swallowed the purple dick again and again. He rubbed himself through his jeans, palm open, fingers splayed, teasing until it hurt too much to keep going.

“We ready?” he asked the guys as he joined the circle, standing right in front of you and pulling out his massive cock.

Misha grunted and Jensen nodded, too intent on winning the game to answer him properly.

Jared fisted his cock and looked down over you. “Are you ready?” he asked sweetly.

Biting your lip, you looked up with pathetic eyes, your own pleasure dull against the thought of them dumping their loads on you. “Yes, Jared. Please.”

“Faster,” he ordered and you bounced with all your remaining strength, fucking yourself for their amusement.

You weren’t sure who came first, you or Misha, but there was a moment of shuddering breath and rolling eyes when your orgasm nearly knocked you off your knees and his hot spunk hit your chest. It flowed down in a sticky wave, droplets leaving the stream to dance around your nipple.

“Fuck!” He backed away, victorious and spent.

Jared’s fist was a blur, whipping up and down so quickly that you could barely see it. Your pace had slowed, but you kept riding, your pussy throbbing around the giant purple dildo.

“Right...there!” Jared grunted as he came, shooting his cum straight and true, hitting your chest and sliding down between your breasts, painting your stomach as well. He staggered backwards with a huff, chest heaving and brow sweating as he retreated.

Your legs were shaking but you kept on, one last player to go.

“Come on, Jen,” you whispered, eyes flickering up to his. He stroked his cock hard, beating away, teeth clenched, shoulders tight. “Please, Jensen…” You opened your mouth and laid out your tongue for him, begging for his cum.

“God...fuck!” He missed your tongue, but it didn’t matter. Jensen spilled onto your tits, hot and wet, making your entire body shiver.

You were covered in them, painted like the perfect canvas Jared always said you were.

He helped you up, strong hands coming to your rescue as your legs refused to work.

“Alright there?” he smiled and smoothed the hair back from your eyes.

You laughed, a little giddy and lightheaded. “Oh, yeah. Mhm. Alright is a little weak in the word things.”  

Misha chuckled as he fiddled with his giant belt buckle. “Awe, we broke her.”

“You sir,” you said, wagging a finger at him, “you’re the broken.”

“I might be broken,” he said, with a wink, “but I won.”

Jensen cleared his throat. “What? No, you didn’t.”

Misha gawked at him. “Yeah, I did. I came first. I win.”

“It’s not who comes first, ya moron,” Jensen retorted, shaking his head at Misha. “It’s who lasts longest. How many times do we have to go over this?”

“Ya know,” Misha nearly pushed you aside as he rushed to Jensen, his finger wagging just as yours had a moment ago. “When it’s you cumming first, you always win. When it’s me, forget it. You can’t just change the rules when it suits you.”

Jensen gasped and clutched imaginary pearls. “Like hell I change the rules! You never even knew the rules to begin with!”

“I helped make the rules!”

“You’re insane!”

While Misha and Jensen argued, you looked up at Jared and smiled sweetly. “Wanna take me to dinner?”

He laughed and kissed your cheek. “Go hop in the shower, babydoll,” he said, giving you a gentle shove towards the bathroom. “You’re mine tonight.” He tapped your ass with his palm as you went and you jumped, spinning to blow him a kiss.

“Guess you win!”

Jared grinned and nodded. “I always win.”

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[fangirl-imagines]

Fears//2019!Stanley Uris x Reader

Warnings: Graphic attempted suicide scene and the aftermath of a loved one trying to commit suicide. Please do not read if you think this might be triggering for you.

A/N: At the time of posting this I have still not seen IT Chapter 2. I’m going off of my own memory of the 1990 miniseries and the book. 

“Who was it, Stan?”

You glanced up from the laundry and paused mid fold when you saw the blank look on your husband’s face. He stood in the entry to the living room, stiff and straight, cell phone dangling loosely in his grip. He was staring blankly in your direction but you could tell he didn’t actually see you. 

“Stan?” You asked again, setting down the towel in your hand and standing up from the couch. “Honey, are you okay?”

He looked up at you suddenly, his face eased slightly at you. “What?”

You shook your head, reaching out to touch his arm gently. “Who was on the phone?”

“No-, No one, dear.” He reached up and took your hand between both of his. He brought it up to rest on his cheek and held it there. “No one.” 

He let his eyes travel over the room, scanning over the pictures on the mantle, the half folded laundry on the couch, the TV in the corner playing the evening news. It was Friday. Tomorrow the two of you would get up and drink your coffee at the kitchen table, then Stan would go into the office for a few hours while you got some things done around the house. He’d be home by lunch time and the two of you would go out for your standing date night. Stan’s eyes closed briefly. 

“Stan, are you sure you’re okay?” 

Stan opened his eyes and smiled at you without enthusiasm. “Of course, I’m alright.” He let go of your hand slowly. “I think I’ll take a bath.”

You shook your head as he brushed past you. Turning, you grabbed a towel off the couch, “Stan!” You tossed it to him. He caught it and smiled weakly at you before disappearing up the stairs. You watched him go and shook your head. 

‘What a dork,’ you thought, ‘taking a bath instead of a shower.’

You sat back on the couch and turned up the volume on the news, going back to folding laundry. Your phone rang and you glanced down at it to see an unfamiliar number. Another telemarketer. You hit decline and placed another towel on the folded pile. The phone rang again. It was the same number. With a huff you picked it up and hit accept. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N? Y/N L/N?” A deep voice hesitated on the other line. 

“This is she.” 

“Y/N, its Mike, Mike Hanlon? From Derry?”

The memory came so suddenly you were glad to be sitting down for it. A montage of memories suddenly. Derry, Mike, the losers club, and...

“Mike?” You breathed out into the phone. 

There was only one reason he could be calling. It sat in your chest like a knot. The weight of the memories, the thing you had pushed to the back of your mind and blocked for twenty seven years. 

“Yes, Y/N, it’s me. Y/N,” He paused, “It’s back.”

“Wh-, What?”

“Y/N, Pennywise is back.” 

The phone dropped from your hand and hit the hard wood floors with a thump. You took the stairs two and three at a time upstairs. 

“Stan!” 

You threw your body into the bathroom door, expecting it to be locked but it gave way to your weight easily enough that you almost face planted against the cold tile. 

“Stanley!” 

Your eyes scanned the room and landed on your husband in the bathtub. The scream that escaped your mouth was loud enough to echo through the house. Stan’s eyes fluttered but did not open. Fumbling and screaming Stan’s name you grabbed at towels to press against his wrist. Stan’s eyes stayed shut, even when you clutched down harder on his wrist, keeping the red soaked towels against the deep wounds. His razor blade was in the floor outside the tub. 

You barley let go of Stan to grab for his phone off the counter top and dial 911. You wedged the phone between your shoulder and ear to keep both hands on Stan. You were hysterical through telling the operator your address and begging for an ambulance. She stayed on the phone with you while you waited for the ambulance to arrive. She asked you why your husband would do something like this but the answer died in your throat when you looked up and saw a single word written in blood on the shower wall. 

IT.

The beeping of hospital monitors almost lulled you to sleep despite the hard, uncomfortable nature of the chair by Stan’s bed and the scratchy material of the thin blanket a nurse had given you. Had your mind not been racing you might have fallen asleep here. Stan groaned and you flew up in the chair, grabbing gently at his hand. 

“Stan? Stanley, honey, can you hear me?”

He blinked and opened his eyes to look up at you. “Y/N?”

“Welcome back, honey.” You smiled weakly. reaching up to brush back the curls from his face.

He looked around the room confused, then down at his white bandaged wrist. “I thought I was-”

“You almost were.” You spoke in a voice thick with emotion, tears welling in your eyes as you tried your best to stay calm for Stan’s sake, “Mike called me in time for me to stop you.” You shook your head, “Stan, why?” You croaked, stopping yourself before you could say something you’d regret. “Why did you do this?”

Stan shook his head, he looked so tired and pale against the white sheets and the white bandages. “I can’t go back there Y/N. I can’t face it again.”

“So you were going to kill yourself instead?” You shook your head. “Everyone would have understood if you didn’t come back Stan.”

Stan frown deepened, “No, they wouldn’t. How could they?”

You pursed your lips unsure what to say that would make him feel better. “Everyone of the losers loves you Stan. They want you by their side but they would never want this. Never.”

“I’m sorry,” Stan cried, “I can’t go back Y/N. I can’t fight it again. I can’t!”

“Oh, Stan!” You leaned over the bed, gripping his hand and pressing your forehead to his chest. His bandaged hand fisted your hair, gripping you gently, pleading silently. 

Stan sniffled, “You can stay now too, Y/N. You can call Mike and tell him I’m in the hospital. You don’t have to go back.”

You pursed your lips together and squeezed your eyes tight. Slowly, you pulled back from Stan and looked up into his eyes. You reached up and stroked his face gently. Stan frowned.

“No, Y/N,” He begged, knowing what you were going to say. “You can’t go back there. It’ll kill you! Y/N, you can’t!” 

“Your parents are on there way. They’re going to stay with you until I get back. It should only be for a couple of days.” You spoke calmly, despite the cold, empty feeling in your soul.

“Y/N, please.” Stan begged, gripping your hand tighter, “It’ll kill you!”

You looked down at your entwined hands and squeezed before forcing yourself to pull back. 

“I made a promise Stan. I’m going to kill it. I’m going to kill it and it’ll never be able to hurt you again. It’ll never hurt anyone again.” You promised. “I’m going to go check in with your parents.” 

You stood from your place by the bed and walked to the door even as Stanley pleaded with you in a broken voice, “Please, Y/N, please don’t do this!” 

You stopped in the doorway, fighting the pull to stay. 

“I love you Stan. I’ll be back soon.” 

You forced yourself not to look back as you walked down the hall. You never felt more alone in your life that on the plane to Derry alone but you knew you had a promise to keep. 

It would never hurt Stan again. 

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[ephemeral-afterlight]

Day 31: Embrace

(The sun shines brightly.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 31: Embrace

Word Count: 4008

Relationships: DLAMP (romantic), Creativitwins (familial) NOT remrom

Warnings: Remus being unclean (literally. like garbage kind of unclean), insect (ladybug). Oh my gosh I think that's it?????? lmk if I missed any !!!!!

A/N: !!!!!!!!!!!!!! aaaaa oh my gosh i'm finally done!!! i know i've had some slips and that my timing wasn't always the greatest, but surprisingly, i did every single prompt!!!!!! a lot of these works aren't very good, but i'm just glad i managed to get them all out regardless. here's the final fic, just a bunch of cute fluff!! hope ya'll enjoy this roman-centric piece, and thanks for sticking around with me throughout this stressful dabble into the land of writing challenges!

Roman has a checklist.

It’s a small one, boasting only five items, but they’re all very important. The list itself does have a physical form, a glittery artwork on a big poster board that sits proudly on his desk, but it mostly just resides in his own mind. Although he absolutely would if he could, carrying the big paper around while he completes the tasks would just get annoying after a while, and probably take away from the sincerity of his actions. He wants to be as genuine as possible, to match the love residing in his heart, so it’s important that he tries to be more serious about this. Maybe he can take some pages out of Logan’s book.

Finally finishing his checklist is literally the only thing he’s been thinking about recently, constantly in his mind nagging for completion. He thinks of it in the shower, at dinner, during their movie nights, you name it. And he’s thinking of it now, as he sits in his cushy desk chair and stares with rapt attention at his swirling, loopy handwriting and artistic doodles. It may be a short list, but certain tasks are likely to be a huge undertaking, so he’s brainstorming ideas on how to properly carry them out. One or two of which will be easy, but the others require a certain delicate touch to make sure it all goes as smoothly as possible.

He thinks he’s ready.

So Roman decides to start at task number one, which pertains to a certain fatherly side. He’s sure to be in the kitchen baking cookies, as evident by the delicious smell wafting up the stairs and down the hallway and underneath Roman’s door, so he feels fairly confident as he descends the stairs and strides into the kitchen. The smell is much stronger in here, and Roman can easily pick apart the various aromas given off by brown sugar, vanilla, and chocolate. 

“These smell absolutely delectable, Padre!” Roman exclaims as he sweeps over to where Patton stands, leaning sideways on the counter as he watches the other side mold little balls of cookie dough to place on the tray in front of him. Said side looks up in surprise as he plops a mound of sweetness onto the baking paper, and a happy grin spreads across his face at the compliment.

“Thanks, kiddo! There’s a tray in the oven already, and it’ll be done in about ten minutes if you want some!” Patton tells him as he scoops out another chunk of dough from his mixing bowl, surprisingly accurate and uniform in relation to the size of all the other cookies. Roman is tempted to swipe his finger through the bowl and steal a little bit of the uncooked treat to snack on, but his mission right now is much more important, as much as he hates to pass up some of Patton’s baking.

“Actually, I came down here for something else,” Roman says cryptically, a sly smile playing at his lips when Patton sets down the ball of dough and turns to him attentively. Before he can voice his question, Roman pulls him into a tight hug, and his smirk widens when Patton makes a little noise of confusion. The other side is soon to recover, though, and he lets out happy giggles as he throws his arms around Roman’s neck. To his surprise, Roman is soon forced to move his arms when Patton jumps up and wraps his legs around him. Roman’s little huff is drowned out by Patton’s bell-like laughter, but he can’t help chuckling anyway when the gleeful side lays a flurry of kisses on his forehead, and nose, and cheeks, and lips.

“Awe, Roman! I love you so much,” Patton swoons, shifting to cup Roman’s face in his hands, and soon Roman can taste the vague sweetness of vanilla and sugar on his tongue.

-

God, this is gonna suck.

Okay, listen. They’ve come a long way from the days of constant arguments, from how they used to insult and snap at each other any chance they got. Roman knows how much progress they’ve made, and he’s come to really, really love their resident emo. But although he did agree to join their relationship, he hasn’t changed in the sense that he still has a lot of trouble opening up. Accepting and returning affection, especially physical, is not something that Virgil has mastered at all. And that’s fine! His love language is just a bit different, and Roman knows he cares just as much. But goddamnit, maybe he just wants to cuddle with his favourite emo once in a while, alright?

So yeah, this is going to be difficult. And he’s likely to get slapped in the arm and pushed away. But he’s still going to try, because Virgil is the second item on the checklist, and it’d be a shame to not finish it.

There’s almost an odd sense of dread as Roman walks down the hallway, an uncertainty as he approaches Virgil’s black door. Roman almost wants to turn on his heel and run away, but he’s already here, so he might as well just follow through with it. Raising his hand up to knock is mildly nerve-wracking, but the thought of getting to embrace the anxious side is incentive enough to deliver a few swift knocks on the glossy wood.

A few moments of silence pass before Roman can hear footsteps, and then the doorknob is turning from the other side. The door opens with a soft click, and it swings open in a leisurely arc to reveal a tired-looking Virgil peeking out from behind the dark paint. He raises an eyebrow when he registers the identity of his interrupter, rubs his bleary eyes with a fist covered in his jacket sleeve, and Roman really hopes he didn’t wake the other side up. Virgil already doesn’t get enough sleep, and it really wouldn’t do for him to lose more unnecessarily.

“Princey? What’s up?” Virgil asks, voice soft and a bit hoarse, and Roman actually kind of melts a little bit where he stands. Despite his exhaustion, Virgil really does look beautiful, stormy brown eyes looking at him with a surprising amount of trust from under his bangs and hood. Not for the first time, Roman feels his throat close almost painfully in the face of the all-encompassing love that wells up inside of him. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Oh, uh, sorry if I woke you up. I just-- I wanted to give you something,” Roman stammers, a small blush spreading across his face. He didn’t realize how late it must be, if even Virgil is confused as to his conscious state, so he must have been staring at his checklist for longer than he originally thought he was. A questioning hum comes from the tired side in front of him, and there’s a second where it feels like Roman might just run away. What if Virgil gets mad and slams the door in his face? It’s not like Roman would blame him. What was he thinking, coming here this late?

“Princey, you alright? What is it?” Virgil asks, caring and concerned, and Roman breathes out shakily. He surges forward and wraps his arms around the side in front of him, squeezes gently around his huge jacket, and Virgil huffs out a surprised breath. To Roman’s shock, Virgil easily laces his fingers together around Roman’s back, knocks his head companionably against the prince’s temple with a tiny, low laugh. “What, that’s all? What were you all worked up about, you drama queen?”

Roman knows he should be offended, but right now, kissing the life out of his soft, amused boyfriend is much more important.

-

If Roman’s being honest, the next item on this list is one of the ones that scares him the most. It’s not that Deceit hates him, or anything, but he’s really unpredictable. Roman has had the biggest crush on him for, well, ever, and he’s never acted on it before out of fear that Deceit will laugh at him or brush him off. He’s just so cool, and awesome, and although Roman was a little uneasy about his snake features at first, he’s come to think of them as unique and beautiful. 

So standing here in front of Deceit’s swirly yellow door certainly gives Roman pause, and he draws a resemblance to his encounter with Virgil a couple of days ago. Both of the ex-dark sides act similarly in that they’re very protective of their space, valuing privacy and personal freedom over much else. Although it went well with Virgil, Roman just hopes that Deceit won’t see this as encroaching on his territory.

Before Roman can even knock, Deceit’s door swings open, and the other side leans on his doorframe with crossed arms and a lazy smirk. The other side is wearing a yellow hoodie and black sweatpants in lieu of his usual ensemble, and the casual clothing suits him far more than Roman expects. His comfortable attire makes Deceit look comfortable by extension, and all Roman can see is his potential soft snake boyfriend. Wanting bubbles up in the prince’s lungs, and he opens his mouth to speak.

“Deceit! I, uh. I wanted to, uh. Give you… something. Um-- here!” Roman tries and fails to articulate his intentions, and Deceit looks even more amused than before. Roman feels a vague sense that he’s being made fun of, but Deceit isn’t like that, and it’s probably just his own uncertainty and insecurity rearing its ugly head. Roman knows his confidence is often fake, but this time he’s putting that aside to focus on the present. He just hopes he’s good enough for the snake-like side to actually want to be with him.

“Hm? And what would that be?” Deceit muses smoothly, and his snake eye glints sharply in the light. It’s ominous, sure, but Roman knows it’s also incredibly fake, just a mask to put on. He behaves like that for the sole purpose of riling people up, acts like a scary villain to push people away because he’s scared to let someone get too close and trust them with a more vulnerable part of himself; he is self-preservation, after all. Roman’s not near as oblivious as one might think, and a lot of his knowledge and ability to see through the act comes from very familiar cues in Deceit that he knows are also present in himself.

So slowly stepping forward in Deceit’s space is just as much for himself as it is for Deceit, silent solidarity in the way he gently pulls the other side into a warm hug by his tense shoulders. Said side winces, allows a single moment of transparency from being caught off guard, and it just stirs an aching inside Roman’s chest. Deceit deserves just as much affection and reassurance as the rest of them, and he deeply regrets treating him like he did when he was so quick to put labels on someone before truly getting to know them.

“I, uh. I like you, Deceit. A lot. Like, romantically. Actually, I think I love you. And It’s— it’s okay if you don’t feel the same! But I just. I dunno, I want you to know you’re not alone, y’know? I got your back, so… if you ever need help, or wanna talk or something… my door’s always open, okay?” Roman says, quiet and careful and filled with so much love, and he can feel Deceit shudder in his hold. Unsure fists come up to clench in the fabric of Roman’s prince jacket, search for the comfort and support he isn’t used to receiving, and Roman is determined to never let Deceit feel alone ever again.

“I… I like you too, Roman. Romantically. That’s.. weird to say. Romantically. Huh. Ah— thanks. I appreciate it,” Deceit stumbles out even more awkwardly than Roman expects, soft and searching, and Roman realizes he really, really overestimated Deceit’s self-comfort capabilities. Roman knows he doesn’t exactly have the best track record for self-confidence, but he’s slowly learning to believe in himself with the help of his boyfriends. Deceit just… doesn’t have that. At least, he didn’t before. Now, though, when Roman presses a short kiss to the shorter side’s cheek, when Deceit breathes out a rush of air and turns to catch Roman’s lips with his own, he isn’t going to be alone anymore.

-

Literally the last thing Roman expects to see when he enters Logan’s room for the first time is the logical side in a unicorn onesie watching cartoons as he drinks from a sippy cup.

For a moment, he thinks he’s dreaming, what with the way Logan turns to him with wide eyes when the door clicks closed behind him. The bespectacled side doesn’t seem scared, or irritated, or surprised, but rather overjoyed, something Roman realizes with a sinking heart that he hasn’t seen in years. A pleased grin pulls at Logan’s lips, bright eyes squinting with how elated he seems to be at Roman’s appearance. He pats excitedly at his side, beckons Roman to come sit with him, and the princely side does so with a confused, uncertain, placating smile.

When he’s close enough, Logan shifts over to Roman and plops himself in the taller side’s lap, snuggling into the broader chest with a contented sigh as he wraps sweater paw fingers around his sippy cup and the turtle plushie at his feet. It’s overwhelmingly adorable, and extremely bewildering, and Roman doesn’t understand the tender, vulnerable state his nerd seems to be in. At least he doesn’t until Logan buries his head in the crook of Roman’s neck, curls up impossibly further as he watches the children’s cartoon playing on the television out of the corner of his eye, and the nagging thought pulling at the back of Roman‘s mind finally comes to light.

Of course, how could he have forgotten? Although being in the sides’ rooms have an adverse effect on those who enter it, such as Virgil’s room causing them all to have overwhelming anxiety, the effect of the room on its owner is the opposite of their purpose. Virgil’s room calms him down, Patton’s room dampens his emotions to a more tolerable level, Roman’s own room causes him to stop having so many ideas and gives a reprieve for the constant slew of creation running through his head, and Deceit’s room causes him to only tell the truth. Although Logan’s room makes the rest of the sides more logically inclined, Roman hasn’t ever actually thought about what it does to Logan himself when he’s in there.

It makes sense, now that Roman’s considering it, because his room would have the opposite effect: it’d cause him to be illogical, right? Let him indulge in things that he doesn’t when he’s out of his room. Things like cartoons, fantasy and fiction, mindless comfort— they all would constitute as illogical, irrational, or useless things in Logan’s mind, and therefore would be heightened impulses when he’s in here. And that does make sense to an extent, but their rooms don’t affect them so much as to cause their personality to do a complete 180, so there has to be something more to this that he’s missing. 

“Ro, y’like cartoons too?” Logan asks, soft and high and nothing like the way he usually speaks and articulates, and the tiny voice catches Roman incredibly off guard. He sounds… he sounds like a child. He sounds little.

Oh, that must be it! Roman remembers Thomas reading about age regression, about “littlespace” being a coping mechanism for trauma or stress. Logan would definitely be the one to retain that information, store it in the books in his room that are full of facts Thomas has learned throughout his life, so it’s no wonder this has happened. Roman theorizes that since Logan is definitely stressed out a lot having to make schedules (and remake schedules when Roman messes them up— he feels bad, but his work is important, okay?!) and try hard to help Thomas study and research things, his room must take that to the next level and puts him into a childlike mindset to offset his usual workaholic tendencies. After all, the purpose of their rooms is to help the side it’s assigned to, so if Logan’s room decided that being a kid is the thing he needs the most, then it must be true. 

Roman doesn’t have any complaints. Of course he wouldn’t, because if this helps Logan and allows him to relieve stress, then Roman would support him no matter what anyway. But this is also literally the cutest thing he’s ever seen, and his small boyfriend is so trusting and sweet, and he already adores this version of his nerd.

Said nerd giggles happily along with what happens on the screen, kicks his feet up and down excitedly and gasps at the cool events portrayed in the children’s show, and Roman kinda wishes he could watch him forever. However he knows his time is limited, so Roman just wraps his arms around the side in his lap, cuddles his delighted boyfriend close, and nods along when Logan rambles on about the characters in the show. He seems excited to be able to share with someone, passionately talking in that high tone and prominent lisp about his favourite characters’ backstories, and Roman is completely enamoured with him. He can’t help but push back the hood of his onesie and press kisses to the crown of Logan’s head, soft brown hair falling easily over sparkling eyes.

It’s not exactly the kind of hug Roman was hoping to get out of this originally, but Roman finds that he loves and appreciates it just as much.

-

This is such a terrible idea. Roman shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be all the way at the end of the hall standing in front of the bright green door. There’s a twinkie wrapper nailed to the center, and some sort of half-dried brown sludge dripping down the side, and Roman is already starting to regret this. What was he thinking? His brother hasn’t left his room in weeks, meaning he’s probably working on some crazy, grotesque project that he’ll likely just end up destroying anyway.

But there are already four boxes checked off, glittery red marks signifying their completion, and it wouldn’t make sense to quit now. After all, there’s only one more box, one more task, and it’s probably the hardest one out of all of them. The act of coming up to a side’s door in the middle of the night is starting to become very familiar, almost boring in a way. Where’s the drama, the pizzazz, the flair? Well, then again, this is Remus, so there’s sure to be something dramatic on the way.

Roman doesn’t bother knocking, just walks right in, and he’s wholly unsurprised by the state of his brother’s bedroom. Piles of trash reside in the corners, overflows from any surface it can. There’s a stack of mannequin limbs leaning against the wall, and Roman doesn’t even want to know what that’s for. The bed looks torn up, threads in the fabric frayed and split. There are stains on the walls, words written in pencil upon the discoloured wallpaper, nearly illegible with the messy scrawl. And in the middle of all of it sits Remus, cross-legged on the floor as he stares at the carpet with a completely blank expression. It’s so empty that it almost scares Roman, like there’s nothing behind those dark eyes. And then his counterpart notices Roman’s presence, shakes himself out of his stupour, and a familiar grin spreads across his face.

“Big bro! What’cha doing here? Thought y’a didn’t like my room. Isn’t it too gross and stinky for you?” Remus laughs, flinging a randomly conjured earthworm in his direction. Roman has to jump to the side to avoid it and narrowly misses stepping in a puddle of… something. He doesn’t really want to know what it is. Despite the revulsion Roman can feel at the state of his brother’s bedroom, his worry completely tramples everything else.

“No, I— stop throwing worms at me! I’m here because… well, I wanted to check on you. You’ve been here for a long time and I wanted to— to make sure you’re okay. You’re not hurt, are you?” Roman asks, neatly stepping over an old piece of chicken smashed into the carpet, and Remus’ gaze flashes with something bitter before returning to its usual bright, chaotic state. His smile never wavers, but it feels much faker than before, shows too many teeth.

“What do… whadda’ya mean? ‘f course I’m fine! I’m… I’m just playing with bugs, see?” Remus tells him, strained and spurious, and his brows pull in as he holds up a ladybug to show Roman. The latter of the two tilts his head in concern as he lowers himself to the ground in a patch of carpet unmarred by stain or rot. He wonders if it’s intentional. “Look, I conjured it myself! I mean, it’s— it’s probably not as good as yours are, but still!”

And even as Remus’ hand is dirty, even as he resides in a chamber of violence, the way he holds the ladybug is gentle, as if the small insect is a great treasure to him. Roman doesn’t miss the way Remus swallows and looks away, hunches his shoulders as if he’s prepared to be insulted and made fun of for his creation, and the familiarity of the action mirrored in Roman’s own psyche causes nausea to well up in his throat. He has Logan to calm him down with facts and rationality, Patton to give him compliments and affection, Virgil who knows just how to distract him when he’s feeling insecure about himself and his art. Remus doesn’t have that, and Roman knows that despite how much his brother can disturb him, he deserves compliments for his work too, even if said work isn’t necessarily Roman’s taste.

“It’s a very pretty ladybug, Remus,” Roman praises softly, an unusual reassurance as he lifts the ladybug up on the tip of his own finger. The red colour is a much deeper saturation than normal, and the distinction between black and white is extremely prominent, and Roman really isn’t lying when he says that it’s a good creation. The ladybug flutters its wings in tiny movements, sits picturesquely on his fingertip as Roman smiles kindly at it and then at his brother. And the way Remus looks up in wide-eyed shock, too stunned to pretend like everything’s okay, it sends a dagger of regret deep into Roman’s heart.

“Why?” Remus whispers, brows pulled together in a way that exposes his true inner turmoil. “Why are you here? Don’t you hate me? I go against everything you represent.”

“Remus, you’re my brother! I made a promise to be your shield, and I intend to keep it,” Roman replies fiercely, protective and striving to make amends. Remus’ mouth falls open at the reminder of the pact they had formed as children, the pinky promise acting as an unbreakable vow to always keep each other safe. “You may be my opposite, but that just means we gotta have each other’s backs! You’re the sword, I’m the shield, remember?”

The ladybug on Roman’s fingers jumps off and flies away, dashing out of sight and leaving the two brothers alone on the floor again. It takes a lot of courage to put away his discomfort, to remind himself of who Remus truly is, but Roman manages to find that bravery within himself as he pulls his counterpart into a meaningful hug. He can feel how rigid Remus is, how much he’s locked his limbs up in an attempt to not jostle their positions. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate my little brother.”

Roman will make sure that his brother’s shaking grip and quiet, fleeting tears stay a secret, just between them.

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Anything But Mine (d.s.) - Chapter Five

A/N :)

Saturday, September 7th, 2019

Florence, of course, called Callum right away to tell him the news. Her call, as usual, was sent to voicemail. For once, it didn't ruin her mood. She talked excitedly into the phone, spilling how she met this gorgeous boy and how he made her feel all these ways she never knew she could feel before. The rest of the day was spent getting her apartment back together, leaving Clementine playing on the living room rug while she worked. Laundry was started, dishes were washed, and a good vacuuming was done to the hardwood floors.

As much as she was loving life that day, her mood depleted quickly with the lack of text from Grayson. Two days had passed and she had still not received a text back. She tried not to overthink it, yet it still took a toll on her. She was in a sensitive state of mind once Matt left and she couldn't help but think she did something wrong.

It was Saturday around noon when Florence went over to the frat house for a spur of the moment visit. Daniel answered the door, barely getting a word out before she threw her arms around his neck.

“Hi.” Daniel laughed.

Florence let herself into the house, pushing the stroller with the sleeping baby in it.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, not being able to hide his smile over her cheery mood.

“The apartment was too quiet and I missed you.” Florence shrugged, letting herself grab a pop from the fridge.

“I missed you too.” Daniel smiled.

“How's school?” Florence leaned against the counter.

“It’s good. My producing professor is tough but I’m sure that’s a good sign.” Daniel shrugged. “What have you been up to?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Florence said dramatically. “I met the most amazing guy.”

Daniel’s smile faltered but she didn’t notice.

“His name is Grayson and he’s our age too and he’s so gorgeous like chiseled from the earth gorgeous and he’s so sweet and funny and-and-“ Florence gushed, hiding her pink cheeks behind her can.

“Where did you meet him?” Daniel asked softly.

“At Mommy group! He’s Cameron’s younger brother. And he’s a twin too! An identical twin but to me they don’t look identical but Ethan is really witty and lovely and I still can’t understand how they’re so...so...” Florence held her hands out in front of her. “So.”

“Sounds nice.” Daniel nodded.

“Are you okay?” Florence raised an eyebrow. “You’re distant.”

“Sorry, I was writing upstairs so my mind is still there I guess.” Daniel cleared his throat.

“Oh, sorry!” Florence said quickly. “Go back to it! I’ll just hang out down here if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” Daniel said. He started for the stairs but Florence ran over and hugged him before he got too far.

“Love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” He smiled.

Florence made herself comfortable at the dining room table, pulling Clementine next to her in her stroller. She opened the small jar of baby food she brought with her and started to feed the baby. Only moments later, Jack came down the stairs with his guitar in his hands.

“Hey.” He smiled, coming over to greet the two.

“Hey, you.” Florence beamed.

“You’re in a good mood.” Jack stated.

“I am! Life is looking up!” Florence threw her arms out. Clementine laughed.

“Do the ladies want some music with their lunch?” Jack sat down next to them, his guitar on his lap.

“I’m sure we won’t mind, would we, Clem?” Florence said. Clementine watched Jack intently as he started playing, lazily opening her mouth to be fed spoonfuls. As long as Florence knew him, Jack always had an amazing singing voice. It was clear her daughter thought the same.

At that moment, her phone rang. Florence picked it up without looking at the screen, tucking it between her shoulder and ear as she wiped the baby's face with the edge of the spoon. Jack quieted his playing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Grayson."

Florence's heart leapt like a middle schooler with a crush.

"Oh, hey." She cleared her throat nervously. "What's up?"

"I'm sorry for not texting you the past couple days, work has been a major pain in the ass."

"Yeah, I figured you were busy."

Grayson continued, "What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing really. Why?"

"I'm downstairs. I want to take you out."

Florence almost dropped her phone. No one had ever asked her out before.

"I would love that but I'm not at home right now."

"Oh. You must be busy then."

"Um, one sec." Florence muted her phone, turning to Jack. “How much do you love me?”

“A decent amount, why?” Jack said slowly, still quietly plucking away at his guitar. Living in a house of boys, he knew better than to accept something before knowing what it was.

"Can you watch Clem if I go out? I just got asked on a date by this amazing guy and I'm kind of freaking out!"

"Yes! Of course, I can!" Jack beamed. “I wouldn’t say no to quality time with my favourite little orange.” He leaned over to squish Clementine’s cheek and she giggled.

"Thank you." Florence whispered before putting her phone back to her ear. "Yeah, no, I'm not busy. I'll head home now."

"I can pick you up if you would like?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, text me the address."

"Okay." Florence couldn't wipe her smile off her face as they said their goodbyes. Jack was leaning on the table, smirking at her.

"What?" Florence mumbled, noting him staring as she texted Grayson.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Jack asked.

"Just someone I met the other day." Florence shrugged, sliding her phone in her back pocket as she stood up from the table.

"Good." Jack smiled, "Someone who can treat you how you deserve to be treated. Oops did I say that out loud?”

Florence smiled nervously, moving slowly and nervously, finishing her drink and applying light lipstick in the powder room. Florence's heart was hammering in her chest; she didn't know why she was reacting this way. It never happened this much with Matt. Thinking of him made her whole demeanor change, her shoulders slumping and bright eyes falling. She tried to focus on Jack’s music but her mind was cloudy. The wait for Grayson's text was almost tortuous, the nineteen-year-old's broken heart still beating strongly. When her phone buzzed in her hand, she took a deep breath, adjusting her purse on her arm as she called goodbye to Jack, and started for the front door.

The light blue Porsche was parked on the street out front. Grayson was stood leaning against it, his dark hair pushed back messily, and black sunglasses on his nose. He wore a black button up, the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone, and dark grey cuffed jeans. Florence physically stopped at the sight of him for a quick second. When he saw her, he smiled and walked over to open the door for her.

"Thanks." Florence mumbled through a smile. The two got in the front seat again. Florence blushed at the memory of what happened the last time they were there.

"Did you have a good day yesterday?" Grayson asked her as he pulled away from the curb.

"It was alright. Just got some cleaning done." Florence answered. "How was work?"

"So long. I work at CTV studios and they kept me there for hours yesterday. I didn't get home until late."

"You work at CTV?" Florence gaped. "That's the biggest Canadian television and film company."

"Yeah." Grayson chuckled. "My brother and I were going to move to LA but they noted our social media presence out of high school and offered us an internship and then now a full time job."

"That's incredible." Florence shook her head, as Grayson turned onto the main road. "What do you do there?"

"We're on our first producing gig currently but usually we're filming or helping out with editing."

"Ah, so no talk show starring for you?"

"Not yet." Grayson laughed.

Florence looked out the window, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." He smiled. "So, we talked about my job. What do you do?"

"I'm raising an eight-month-old." Florence sighed, her gaze flicking over to him. He was still staring straight out the windshield but she noted his eyebrows furrowing momentarily. Florence continued, "I couldn't start university here because a) I was pregnant and b) I had no money to my name. Still don’t, really."

"But you manage to live downtown still?"

"My family has a lot of money so my brother sends me enough for my apartment rent. Our old neighbours really help me with other things I need. I don’t have time to get a job or even take classes because I have to look after Clementine all the time."

"That must be hard."

"It is; but I think it'll be worth it one day."

"I don't doubt it for a second. You're putting your life on hold to raise your daughter. That's really admirable and no where near easy."

His overly kind words startled Florence into silence. She just stared at him. When she didn’t answer, he briefly looked over at her then back to the road.

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, you didn’t, it's just no one has said that to me before. Callum always kind of makes me feel badly for what I do. He has this grudge against Matt – my ex – and I guess he just blames him for screwing over my future."

"Well I don't blame him for having that grudge. And obviously your brother's opinion matters a lot to you, so I get why you feel stuck in the middle. But your priority is your daughter and that's what you are focussing your life around which is the right thing to do."

"Do you take classes on sweet talk?" Florence smirked. Grayson looked over at her and smiled a goofy grin, making his whole face absolutely light up. Florence couldn't help but notice his perfected jaw line and how his light brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the sun.

"Nah but I pride myself on my honesty."

Florence bit back a smile, turning to look out the window. It was a sunny day with bright blue skies and sparkling sunlight hitting the lake water. It was only a few quick minutes later when Grayson turned onto a side street and into a parking lot. A graffitied wooden fence framed the cracked concrete lot.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"Where are we?" Florence frowned with curiosity.

"We're going bowling."

Florence could feel herself pale.

"You look like I just told you I'm a serial killer. Have you not been before?"

"No. I've never been bowling. I don't even know how to play."

"What?!" Grayson gaped. "Well good thing I brought you then. Come on."

Grayson opened his door and climbed out. Florence took a second to take a deep breath before following him. The walk around to the entrance was nerve-wracking to Florence. Although, now living alone, she was used to saving money and going through life like the average city dweller; she was still affected by the way she was raised, and the dimly lit bowling ally made her almost cringe.

Grayson stopped at the front desk, passing over his credit card in exchange for two pairs of shoes.

“I’m putting so much trust in you right now.” Florence shook her head as they got to their designated lane.

“It’s just bowling.” Grayson laughed as he sat down to change his shoes. Florence did the same.

“It was a game for the lower class in my family.” Florence admitted, sliding off her own shoes.

“Oof, ‘the lower class’.” Grayson laughed. “Your parents doctors or something? Lawyers?”

“Actors. Hollywood actors.”

“Really?” Grayson gaped.

“Surprised you haven’t heard about the scandal. DiCaprio daughter flees parents’ luxury to live alone.”

“Sounds like quite the heathen, that one.” Grayson smirked.

“Kinda a bitch, to be honest.” Florence joked.

“Well at least she’s got those stunning good looks going for her.” Grayson got up and stood in front of her, holding out his hand to help her up. Florence stood up with him and he guided her to the beginning of the lane, a ten pound ball in his hand.

“Take this.” He instructed. “Fingers in these holes here.”

He wrapped his arms around her, large hands on her wrists, guiding her arm back.

“Toss it forward, try to go straight down.”

He took a step back and Florence gave the ball a toss. It spun right into the gutter. She put her hands on her hips and turned to him, her lips pursed.

“I think I did it wrong.”

Grayson laughed, “It’s not easy.”

He took a ball for himself and aimed and shot. His back muscles flexed as he moved and Florence couldn’t help but stare. Grayson’s flawless shot knocked down all the pins.

“No one likes a show off.” Florence tisked.

“No one likes a sore loser.” Grayson teased.

It was like that for the rest of the game: Florence’s failed attempts and Grayson’s expertise of the classic game shining through. She was exhausted by the end, Grayson guiding her to his car with a hand on her lower back. He opened the door for her and helped her in. Florence thought about her mother and how proud she would have been if she had seen that simple action.

“How do you feel about steak?” Grayson asked as he closed the door behind him and started the ignition.

“I think it’s delicious but half a mortgage.” Florence said.

Grayson only smiled, turning onto the sunset dyed streets. One arm was resting on the window ledge, the other at the top of the steering wheel. Soft 80s classics were playing through the speaker and when he rolled down the windows to let the summer air in, he also turned up the volume.

Grayson sang loudly, making Florence laugh and join in. Each red light they stopped at earned them glances from pedestrians but they sang on like no one was listening. The warm summer air blew Florence’s blonde hair back in waves, her smile plastered to her face like she was sculpted that way.

The restaurant they pulled up to was coated in dark glass and black panelling in the midst of downtown. Fairy lights were strung along the patio, lighting the exterior in a golden shade. They both got out of the car and made the short walk to the restaurant from the parking lot. Grayson led Florence inside by a hand on her back. Dark laminate flooring and black painted walls stared back from the interior with white accents and red detailing. People sipped red wine in fancy dress and Florence felt out of place in her jeans and t-shirt.

“Do you take all your dates here?” Florence asked Grayson as they started to follow the hostess to their table.

“Nah. Been waiting just for that special one.”

His smooth words never failed to bring a blush to her cheeks. As they sat at their table and they were given their menus, Florence took her phone from her pocket. The only notifications were a picture of Clementine and Jack playing guitar send by Aidan and a text from Daniel.

Jack said you’re on a date. I hope he acts like a gentleman.

Florence smiled, sliding her phone back in her purse without responding. Daniel’s hopes were definitely answered as Grayson was the most polite and respectful man Florence had ever met. The perfect combination of sweet, witty, and flirty, Grayson could leave her smiling for hours. And he did. Dinner lasted longer than usual, their meals filled with childhood stories and facts about themselves. Florence learned that Grayson grew up in a small town and got into so much trouble with Ethan as a child; breaking bones and giving their poor mother grey hair at an early age. Florence told him her story, growing up in a strict family in the upper class area of LA and how punishment was intense. She even explained her confusing relationship with Matt, Grayson listening intently through the all of the details.

They walked back to the car hand in hand, pink dusting Florence’s cheeks both from the simple action and from the glass of champagne she had with dinner. The warm summer air was cooling down under the moonlit sky, the bustling sounds of the city filling the infinite space around them. Finally at the car, Florence reached for the door but Grayson took her outstretched hand in his other, guiding her to face him. He didn’t speak, instead, cupped her face with one of his large hands and pressed his lips to hers. Florence could have melted on the spot. Her back fell gently against the cool metal of the car, contrasting Grayson’s warm body beautifully. She let her hands rest against his chest, the firm muscle under her touch almost making her knees buckle. It was nothing she had ever experienced before and it was electrifying. Grayson wrapped his other hand around to her back, pulling her body close against his. The way his tongue felt over her lips made the nineteen year old, open up for him hungrily. As her nails started to grasp the front of his button up, he pulled back, leaving still minimal space between them.

“Come home with me?” Florence breathed, embarrassing herself by saying that.

“I’ll take you back to your daughter.” Grayson smiled. “I’m not the type to stay over on the first date.”

“Oh, me neither. I just-I didn’t-“

“I was teasing.” Grayson chuckled, dipping down to kiss her again. “But I do stick with that rule.”

~~

Zach was the only one awake when Florence was dropped off at the boys’ house. Being left with a chaste kiss, Florence was in pure bliss as she came twirling into the foyer. Zach was in his pyjamas at the fridge in the darkened kitchen, watching her with amusement over his young features. Florence came to an immediate stop when she spotted him, hands catching herself on the granite island.

“Someone’s happy.” Zach chuckled.

“I had the best night!” Florence sighed, making sure to stay quiet for the other boys who she guessed were asleep since it was almost midnight. “Is Daniel upstairs?”

“Yeah I think he’s still up.” Zach said. “You staying over?”

“Probably. If Clementine’s already down.”

“She is. We sang her a few songs.” Zach admitted.

“What would I do without you guys?”

“Be sad, for one thing.” Zach shrugged, popping a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth.

With quick ‘good night’s, Florence headed to Daniel’s room and Zach started for the loft. Sure enough, Daniel was fast asleep, gentle breaths being the only sound filling the room. Since the last time Florence was there, she noticed the addition of the small bassinet by the far wall and she walked over to find her daughter asleep on her back. Her lips were parted slightly and little snores matched her moving chest. The onesie she wore was white with a print of a Clementine fruit on it; part of the set that the boys got Florence for her baby shower.

Florence left a kiss to her baby’s head before helping herself to Daniel’s drawers. She got herself changed into a light pink sweatshirt and stayed in her underwear, leaving her discarded clothes and bra on the wooden floors. Daniel shifted as she climbed under the covers next to him, a place she always felt so comfortable. As Florence got herself situated, Daniel woke from his light sleep. He shuffled up behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle, pulling her into him.

“You’re back.” he said, his voice thick with sleepiness.

“I am.” Florence smiled, her voice quiet through the dark room. She set her hand over his, the position all too familiar to when she was pregnant and staying at the Clifford’s. Daniel was stay over often to keep her company, being one of the few things that helped her fall asleep during those later months.

“It was good?” Daniel asked tiredly.

“So good.” Florence sighed, pulling his arm tighter around her. She fell asleep before he could say anything else.

#daniel seavey #daniel seavey fanfic #daniel seavey imagine #why dont we #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #dolan twins #why dont we fanfic #why dont we imagines #jonah marais #jack avery #zach herron #corbyn besson #writing #novel #anything but mine #wdw

[writingbymel]

Syndicate - Part 3

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the lovely messages and comments so far! Sorry for the kinda slow start to this story there’s a lot of background information I need to set up for this haha! Enjoy! As always feel free to shoot me a message with feedback! 

Date Posted: 11/05/2019

Summary: Klaus, Y/N, and Damon set off on a road trip to Mystic Falls. Damon has questions about Klaus’s and Y/N’s past. 

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 2,500+

Parts: Part 1 - Part 2 

SYNDICATE MASTERLIST

“So how did you guys meet?” Damon asks not taking his eyes off the road. Klaus shifts uncomfortably in the front seat. I sigh a bit not in the mood to take a trip down memory lane. I look out the window watching the trees pass by. Silence. “Alright forget I asked,” Damon responds. I feel Klaus’s eyes on me but I continue to look out the window refusing to make eye contact. It was so hard to see him again after all these years. After what I did to him.

“Y/N needed my help one day and I saved her,” Klaus begins. “I didn’t even know her at the time.”

“You and I both know that’s not the full story Klaus,” I say with my arms crossed. I hear him laugh a little.

“Well that’s how I know this is going to be a good story do tell Y/N,” Damon says.

“Klaus’s hybrids kidnapped me because they thought I was someone else,” I sigh.

--

“Alright Y/N,” my friend Sami states holding up two dresses. “Pink or blue?” She holds up both to herself looking in the mirror.

“You’d look good in either Sami,” I tell her. “Do I really have to go to this dance?”

“Come on Y/N,” Sami replies tossing the blue dress to the side. “Do it for me and the super cute guy who invited me to this. Plus it’s a masquerade ball you’re a sucker for those.”

“Knock knock!” I hear at the bedroom door. I open door to see Leo in a mask and a fitted purple suit. He removed his intricate mask. “Almost didn’t recognize me huh.”

“Sure Leo,” I say laughing.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet Y/N?” Leo asks. Sami throws on her pink dress which fit her like a glove. She looked like a real life princess with her blonde curls.

“Don’t you guys find it suspicious that this random family we don’t know invited the whole city to a party?” I ask rifling through the dresses that Sami laid out on the bed for me to choose from.

“Come on Y/N,” Leo says. “Don’t try to make an excuse not to party at one of the largest homes in New Orleans.”

“You never know Y/N you could meet the one,” Sami chimes in.

“Fine fine I’ll get ready,” I laugh feeling defeated. I knew there was no way to talk my way out of this. I grabbed a light cream dress off the bed and ran to the restroom to change. I walk back into the room, doing a little twirl. Leo and Sami start clapping and I roll my eyes at them. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Come on let’s drink to this joyous occasion! Y/N going out at night for the first time in months,” Leo hands me a drink and we all do a quick cheers before heading out for the night. I gulp the champagne. Boy was it strong.

After a short walk, we make our way to the huge house that I always walked past. I’ve always been curious what it looked like inside and now I was finally going to see. As we walk in we are met by a huge crowd of people talking and enjoying their time.

“Cute guy 5 o’clock,” Leo says in a sing-song voice. He quickly runs off towards that direction, but not before grabbing a drink off a table nearby.

“Typical Leo,” Sami and I say in unison. Before Sami can say anything else, a mysterious guy appears seemingly out of thin air.

“Sami you made it,” he exclaims.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world Kol,” Sami flirts. “This is my friend Y/N.” Kol extends his hand to me to shake it.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he says.

“You as well,” I reply with a smile. “Go have fun you two,” I shoo them away as they disappear into the crowd.

I sigh being left alone. I wander through the crowds of people attempting to find some sort of food. I look at the table of appetizers and I grab a small piece of what looked to be quiche. I take a bite and it was one of the best things I have ever tasted.

“There you are,” I hear a voice behind me. “Klaus will be so pleased.” I turn around to see a man whose eyes start to turn a bright yellow.

“Who are you?” I ask. He grabs me and covers my mouth before everything goes black.

Klaus’s POV

“I met this girl the other day, she’s absolutely stunning,” Kol continues to go on and on about some girl he met at the bar.

“Drink, brother?” I ask pouring myself a drink into my glass.

“No thank you,” Kol responded. I roll my eyes at him. He never did know how to let loose. “I invited her to the ball.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I ask turning around to face him. “You know what I’m planning tonight.”

“Don’t you worry older brother I won’t interfere with your plans,” Kol says. “I believe we should tend to our guests downstairs.” Kol gets up and walks downstairs. I set my drink down only to hear a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I respond.

“We’ve found her Klaus she just came in,” one of my hybrids tell me.

“Well you know what you have to do,” I tell him.

“Yes Klaus,” he says walking out the door. I follow suite shortly making my way to the festivities that were about to unfold.

Y/N’s POV

I slowly wake up to a room with a fire place and tons of antiques adorning the walls. I look down to my hands and noticed they were tied. Where was I? One second I was downstairs enjoying the appetizers, the next I was kidnapped. The man I recognized as the one who grabbed me came into the room.

“Klaus will be here soon,” he tells me.

“I’m sorry who?” I ask irritated.

“Don’t play dumb,” he continues. “There’s no way out of this.”

“Look I don’t know who you think you are, but I think you have the wrong girl,” I say angrily. He speeds over to me unnaturally grabbing my neck.

“I would shut my mouth if I were you little girl,” he growls.

“What the heck dude what are you? Besides crazy,” I ask.

“That’s quite enough Kyle,” I hear another voice at the door. “I told you I needed her alive didn’t I?” The guy quickly rushes out of the door only to be stopped by the man at the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” The man pushes Kyle back into the room and he lands on the ground roughly.

“You said you’d let me go Klaus once I found her,” Kyle says. “I found her now let me go.” Kyle attempts to get up again but Klaus pushed him against the wall.

“I’ll let you know when you can leave,” Klaus growls. Kyle sits down feeling defeated. I looked up at Klaus. Something about him made me feel nervous. More nervous than I have ever felt in my whole life. He slowly approaches me placing his hand under my chin to take a closer look at me. He lets go and slowly walks over to Kyle. “You’re free to go Kyle.” Kyle tries to rush out the door, but Klaus stops him pushing his hand into his chest and pulling his heart out. Kyle collapses to the ground.

“You’re dreaming Y/N,” I say. “You’re dreaming.” Klaus approaches me again with his bloodied hands. I flinch when he reaches out for me before untying the ropes around my wrists.

“Sorry…” Klaus trails off not sure what my name is.

“Y/N,” I finish.

“Yes, Sorry Y/N, I’m Klaus,” Klaus says. “There appears to have been a mix up love. Go downstairs and forget what you saw.” He stares deeply into my eyes.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “Are you crazy I just saw you murder a guy in front of me with no problem and you’re asking me to forget what I saw? You psychopath I’m gonna call the police.”

Klaus’s face is flooded with confusion, “You can’t be compelled?”

“What are you talking about?” I ask trying to leave the room. He rushes in front of me.

“I’m sorry I can’t let you back out there if you don’t promise me you won’t tell anyone,” Klaus pleads.

“How did you do that?” I ask referring to how fast he ran towards the door. Was everyone in this house just super athletic or something?

“Look that doesn’t matter,” Klaus says. “Please.” I feel his breath on my face which causes me to blush.

“Fine whatever,” I say. “Just let me go.”

“Promise Y/N,” he says. I sigh.

“I promise,” I say rushing down the stairs. I quickly scan the room for any sign of Leo or Sami. I needed to get out of this place as soon as possible. I see Sami slow dancing with Kol and I didn’t want to interrupt. I decided to just leave without them. They would understand. I made my way out into the dark of the night.  I take a few steps.

“It’s not safe to be out in these parts alone at night,” I hear a voice behind me. Great first witnessing a murder and getting kidnapped. Now some creepy guy was following me.

“Just kill me and get it over with,” I groan. I turn around to see Klaus with a smirk on his face. “Don’t you have a party to host?”

“I’m not going to kill you love,” Klaus says with a smile. He takes a few steps to catch up with me. “I’m going to walk you home.”

“Why do I feel like I don’t have a choice?” I ask annoyed.

“You really don’t,” Klaus replies. “I’m glad you understand.” We both continue walking down the streets.

“Who did Kyle think I was?” I ask breaking the silence.

“That doesn’t matter Y/N,” Klaus says.

“It kind of does I was kidnapped,” I reply. Klaus stops in his tracks.

“Do you want to tell me why you can’t be compelled? You must know something surely?” Klaus asks. What was he talking about?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say honestly. He searches my body for something. “My eyes are up here.” Klaus sheepishly grins at the comment.

“Sorry I’m just looking for any sign of vervain on you,” Klaus says.

“Ver-what?” I ask. This guy was getting on my nerves now.

“Look, just thank you for not telling anyone,” Klaus replies.

“Again, you didn’t give me much choice,” I say. “And based on how you killed that guy I’m not taking any risks with you.”

“I’d never hurt you,” Klaus tells me. I scoff.

“You barely know me,” I respond. The rest of the walk Klaus and I walked in silence looking over at one another for no more than a second. Once I reached my doorstep I sighed, “Thank you for walking me.” I say kindly. He smiles widely.

“Anytime,” Klaus states. “And remember it isn’t safe around these parts at night.”

“Okay,” I respond searching my bag for my keys.

“Again sorry for the mixup,” Klaus says.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “Just don’t kill my family.”

Klaus laughs, “Goodnight Y/N.” Before I could respond he vanishes into the night. Once I made it back into my apartment I grabbed my laptop. I opened Google and typed in “Vervain” in the search bar. The next word that popped up next to it sent chills down my spine “Vampire.”

-- 

“Dang that’s one romantic story,” Damon says with a smirk.

“Shut up Damon,” Klaus and I say in unison. He catches my eye in the rearview mirror, but quickly look away.

“Well have no fear lovebirds we made it to Mystic Falls,” Damon says pulling up to a nice house. “Our first destination: The Gilbert House.” We all exit the car making our way to the front door. Damon gives a little knock. I see Elena open the door with a wide smile on her face giving Damon a hug.

“Oh my gosh you’re back,” Elena gushes. “I thought Klaus killed you or something for sure.”

“Right here Elena dear,” Klaus says. I laugh a little.

“Wait Y/N?” Elena asks. “It can’t be…”

“Elena what’s with all the commotion?” I see Bonnie appear behind Elena followed by Caroline. They both stop in their tracks when they recognize me. Before I knew it I was attacked in hugs.

“How are you here?” Caroline asks. “I thought you disappeared for good…” Caroline trails off before she gives a knowing look between me and Klaus. “Oh I see what helped you come out of the shadows.”

“It’s not like that Car—” I start.

“While this reunion is all fun and games,” Damon says. “There won’t be much celebrating when half the vampires in town are dead because of this hunter.”

We all file into Elena’s house.

“So this hunter is a girl,” Stefan explains. “She’s super strong, but she isn’t supernatural, not that we know of.”

“Do you guys have a name or anything to go off of?” I ask.

“No name, but we know she’s staying at a bed and breakfast in town,” Stefan responds.

“Well let’s go there then,” I say.

“We can’t just march up there, Y/N,” Klaus responds.

“Well do you have a better plan?” I ask.

“Actually I do,” Klaus states.

Three Hours Later

“I can’t believe you all convinced me to do this,” I say looking down at my costume posing as a mail carrier. Klaus attempts to stifle a laugh.

“Something funny Niklaus?” I ask earning a few “Oos” from the crowd.

“Look Y/N you are new to town,” Bonnie says. “She won’t recognize you or even suspect anything. This way you could get more information about her like a name or anything.”

“You all owe me big time,” I say. “I come back from hiding after centuries and this is how you guys repay me?”

I make my way up to the bed and breakfast and compel the front desk attendant to let me in. I look down at the piece of paper with the room number #342 scrawled on it. I quickly knock on the door holding my breath. I hope this hunter couldn’t smell the fact that I was a vampire. I hear the locks clicking behind the door. The girl opens the door slightly only to open it all the way.

“Sami?” I ask in shock seeing my old friend after years.

“Y/N?” she responds. “What are you doing here? What are you wearing?”  

“I thought you died Sami,” I say. “You refused to complete the transition and you died.”

“You should come inside Y/N,” Sami says slowly opening the door for me. I hesitantly step inside the room nervous for my life.

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus x reader #y/n

[alilpunkrock]

Home for the holidays

Ryan Sitkowski x reader

Not requested

A/n: wow I am hella late for a Christmas fic but honestly, who cares? I’m definitely making a part 2 with smut so don’t you worry. I hope you enjoy!! This is my last fic of 2019. Happy New Years! 🖤

Tag list: @chriscrosscerulli @myanaconda-will-consider1t @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @musicsexandpizza69 @whyisgmora

••••••••••

“Ryan, please! I need you to do this for me!” I pleaded. He was standing on the other side of the counter with his arms crossed.

“Why? You can easily go out and find an actual boyfriend, why do I have to be your fake one?” He asked. I sighed in frustration.

“Because I don’t want an actual boyfriend! I just need you to pretend so my mom will get off my back! I swear her and my aunt think I’m going to die a spinster.” I leaned against the counter and put my head in my hands. There was silence for a moment before Ryan sighed.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do it. But,” Ryan started, my head shot up. “You have to clean my apartment, spotless. And cook me dinner for a whole week.” Ryan listed his conditions.

I squealed in excitement and relief.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I ran around the counter and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him, jumping up and down. “Seriously, I’ll literally do whatever you want! Okay! I got to go, I’ll be over tomorrow to let you know what’s going to happen.” I put my sweatshirt on and grabbed my keys and purse running out the door.

Ryan shook his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into.

The next day I arrived at Ryan’s apartment earlier than I knew he’d appreciate. He opened the door at 9am in his underwear and a t shirt.

“Why so early?” He asked, moving to the side and letting me in. Snow covered the ground outside and Ryan shivered at the thought of being outside right now.

“Sorry, I forgot you like to sleep till the evening.” Ryan rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to put pants on, please make a pot of coffee.” He said walking down the hallway to his room. I took my shoes off by the couch and made my way into the kitchen. I started Ryan’s Keurig, pulling two coffee mugs from the cupboard above my head. Ryan came back in wearing sweats and a sweatshirt.

He looked cozy. And warm. And like you wanted to cuddle him.

Wait, what? No. Fake boyfriend. Remember Y/N?

I cleared your throat and put Ryan’s cup under the spout to pour the coffee, mine next. I turned and handed Ryan his cup.

“Creamer?” I asked walking to his fridge. He shook his head and took a drink of the black coffee in his cup. I grabbed the vanilla creamer for mine.

“So, what’s happening?” Ryan asked, clearly in a better mood after a few drinks of coffee. I took a drink of my own.

“Well, in order to miss the crazy holiday rush, my mom bought us tickets to fly out next Friday. We’ll get there Friday night and will be there till the 30th. I told her it’s a little long, but if you need to fly back before then that’s totally fine.” I explained. He nodded.

“The 30th should be fine. The guys and I don’t start tour until a few weeks into January.” He agreed. I nodded and it got quiet.

“I really can’t thank you enough Ry. You’re seriously the best person ever.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“What are friends for. Are you doing anything else today?” Ryan asked me.

“Hmm no, it’s Sunday so I’m off of work. I have an early day tomorrow so I was going to stop by the store after I got off work. Why?” I asked sipping from my cup.

“Because I’m not doing anything either and there’s a stack of Christmas movies next to my tv that, now, need to be watched before next week. And, since you said you’d do whatever I wanted, you’re stuck watching them with me.” I rolled my eyes, smiling.

“Ugh if you’re forcing me.”

We walked in to the living room, I immediately sat on the couch, pulling my legs underneath me. Ryan was picking through movies trying to find one to watch. I admired Ryan a lot. He’s very talented at everything he does. When he gets passionate about something he gives it his all. He’s taught me a lot about myself over the 6 years I’ve known him. He’s seen me through terrible break ups, he’s taken care of me through some of the worst sicknesses I’ve ever had. He’s a genuinely good guy. The girl who ends up with him better know how lucky she is.

“Y/N?” Ryan’s voice broke my train of thought.

“Huh?” He smirked.

“See something you like?” He asked making me roll my eyes.

“You wish, what do you want?”

“Elf?” He asked putting it in the DVD player. I nodded.

We settled on the couch for the rest of the night watching movies.

—————

By the end of the week, Ryan and I were packed for the next couple weeks. I had to remind Ryan not to pack all his Blackcraft shirts and give my grandma a heart attack.

“Okay so do you remember what I told you about our backstory?” I asked in the car in the way to the airport.

“Yes, Y/N. It’s the same as always we’re just a couple now. I’m a great actor I promise we can sell it. Now, what should we avoid doing to make sure it’s not awkward when we get home?” He asked me. I hadn’t thought of that.

“Kissing maybe, like cheeks are fine, forehead yes, but avoid lips. That’s too intimate.” I said. “We might be sharing a room too, so if you’d like I’ll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous. We’ve shared a twin sized bed before, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Ryan assured me.

The flight to my home town felt like it was over too soon. I huffed when I saw the seatbelt light come on.

“You okay?” Ryan asked. “You’re not backing out now are you?” I shook my head.

“I just dread coming home every year. My family always has something to say about how I live my life. Not to mention how guilty my mom makes me feel about moving so far away.” I word vomited before I could stop myself. “Sorry, didn’t mean to lay that on you.” I sighed.

“Hey,” Ryan grabbed my hand. “You got me this time. I will rant and rave about you the whole time if I have to if that’s what it takes to get your family off your back.”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. His eyes were wide when I pulled back.

“Just practicing.”

—————

“Y/N!!” I heard my name being called across the airport.

“Oh god, they’re all here.” I said looking up at Ryan. He chuckled and grabbed my hand his back pack on his back and duffle in the other. I had my rolling suitcase and small duffle sitting on top in my free hand.

“Oh you’re so skinny! Do you ever eat?” My mom all but yelled in my ear as she hugged me. Her, my two aunts, my sister and my cousin were gathered around Ryan and I.

“Hello to you too mom.” I said hugging her back. She pulled away and looked at Ryan.

“Hello! You must be Ryan! Y/N talks about you all the time!” She hugged him.

“Mom!” My face burned up. Ryan chuckled and hugged my mom.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said.

“Well we got a full house of people who are dying to see you!”

The drive to my childhood home was almost the same as torture. Everyone was bombarding Ryan with questions and, bless his heart, he answered them all in stride. Arriving at my moms house, Ryan and I were again attacked by more family. After the over all introductions, Ryan and I were sitting on the couch in the family room with everyone else, my legs across his lap and his thumb drawing shapes on my knee.

“So, when did you and Ryan happen?” My sister asked. All attention turned to Ryan and I.

“Uh-“ I started. “I asked Y/N out a couple months ago. We’ve been friends forever and I just decided to go for it.” Ryan took over. Everyone seemed to buy it. I smiled and nodded.

“Well you’re certainly adorable! I can’t wait for grand babies!” My mother clapped.

“Oh my god mom! That’s not even on the table!” I exclaimed. Ryan laughed beside me. He honestly has the best laugh.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Y/n. Cmon, it’s late. Let’s get you to bed.” Ryan said to me after he had to shake me awake.

We were still in the living room, tv playing a Christmas movie and the tree was lit up. No one else was down here though. I removed my legs from where they were still on his lap and rubbed my eyes. The clock next to the tv said it was after midnight. Ryan stood up and grabbed the remote turning everything off, I followed behind his half asleep.

“Lead the way,” Ryan motioned for me to walk up the stairs first. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall down the stairs, zombie.”

My room was the last door down the hall as soon as you got to the stairs, as soon as we got outside I stopped.

“Look, I don’t really remember how I left this room when I moved to Pennsylvania, so don’t make fun of me for the rest of my life if there’s anything embarrassing I here.” I warned Ryan. He smiled sweetly at me

“Sweetheart, I’m going to make fun of you for the rest of your life no matter what.” My face fell as I turned and opened the door.

I honestly didn’t remember how I left it. As I looked around I was instantly transported to high school. I left home at 18 and haven’t been home in four years. All my band posters were still up on the wall and pictures of old friends still taped to my mirror. I was almost overwhelmed by the emotion that came over me. I turned and saw Ryan looking around as well, he seemed to be focused on something specific though.

“You were a fan before we met?” Ryan asked. I walked over to were he was at and saw a small tour poster from them Motionless in White first started out. Oh.

“Uh yeah, I saw a few shows when you guys were in town a long time ago.” I said awkwardly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He looked down at me. It was then that I realized how close we were standing. I moved to sit on my bed, taking my hair down from the bun I had it in.

“Because it’d be weird. After I met Bryce and Jaime and then became friends with you guys and the crew I didn’t want to be that weird fan that became a friend.” I shrugged. He nodded.

“Well, I’m glad I have something to tell the guys when we go back home.” I rolled my eyes and got the bed ready.

Ryan moved around the other side and looked between the bed and the floor.

“I can sleep on the floor if you’d like?” He offered.

“Don’t worry about it just get in bed and sleep. I’m exhausted.” I yawned and laid down in bed.

“Okay.”

We laid in silence for a few minutes before I rolled over and spoke.

“Thank you for helping me. I feel bad for lying to my family though.” He rolled over and faced me.

“Hey, it’ll all be fine. I promise I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.” He made me laugh.

“Well if it’s any consolation, so far you’re better than actual boyfriends I’ve had.”

“Good night.” He chuckled.

“Night.” I said rolling over to my other side.

~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. There was noise downstairs which led be to believe Ryan was probably part of that. I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I sat up and slowly got out of bed. When I got downstairs the smell of pancakes and bacon filled my nose. In the kitchen, my mom was making coffee for everyone and Ryan was making bacon while my dad was flipping pancakes. Without thinking, I walked over to Ryan at the stove.

“Morning sunshine!” Ryan said leaning down and kissing the top of my head.

“Morning,” I mumbled. “Smells good.”

“Good morning sweetheart!” My mom said cheerfully. “How’d you two sleep?” She asked.

“Uh, fine?” I said confused. She smirked at me a little. Did my mom think Ryan and I had sex in my childhood bedroom? Gross! Well, not gross because just look at him but still, no! But then again my mom doesn’t know we’re not actually together so... moving on.

“So are you guys not big on PDA?” My sister asked as I sat down next to Ryan at the table.

“What do you mean?” I asked grabbing a piece of toast from the plate.

“Well, none of us have seen you kiss, or do anything remotely couply the whole time you’ve been here.” She was starting to get suspicious.

“Um,” I looked at Ryan asking him to save me and instead of saying anything he leaned in and kissed my cheek, like half a millimeter away from my lips. That’s the first time we’ve ever kissed.

“I just didn’t want to be disrespectful in your mothers home.” Ryan came back. I smiled and tried to hide my shock from everyone around the table.

“Well that’s very sweet Ryan, but it’s the holidays and that means mistletoe!” My mom squealed before dangling the plant above Ryan and I’s heads.

I froze in my place making eye contact with the hazel eyes in front of me. The look Ryan gave me was almost asking for permission, I gave him a silent okay before I saw him lean in slowly. Holy shit this is happening. I braced myself, closing my eyes as I felt his lips brush mine. I closed the gap, feeling Ryan’s hand rest on my cheek. I don’t know how long the kiss lasted. All I know is I heard my sister clear her throat and Ryan and pulled away. I made brief eye contact with everyone at the table, my face turning bright red.

Well, that was awkward. Looking at Ryan out of the corner of my eye, I saw him blushing as well and avoiding looking at my mom. Thank god my dad wasn’t here right now.

“Well, you two certainly like each other.” My mom smirked taking a bite of her breakfast.

“Excuse me.” I saw pushing away from the table and leaving the dining room. I ran back up the stairs to my room and decided to get dressed.

“Y/n are you-.” I was only in jeans and a bra when Ryan opened the door. I jumped and grabbed my sweater, quickly putting it on. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- I didn’t.” Ryan stuttered.

“It’s fine. What’s up?” I asked slightly irritated that he followed me.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. That kiss wasn’t too much was it?” He asked, concerned.

It wasn’t enough.

“Um, no not too much. They bought it.” I forced a chuckle.

“Yeah they definitely bought it.” He scratched the back of his head.

God, I wanna do it again.

“Ya know, we should maybe practice for next time. Maybe it won’t seem so awkward.” He suggested. I froze.

What?

“What?”

“Yeah, why not? Ya know.” Silence.

“Uh, practicing might help.” I said, playing with the hem of my sweater.

Ryan smiled and walked closer to me; making me look up at him because of the height difference. His hands found home on my waist as they squeezed my hips pulling me against his body. My eyes were closed before I even felt his lips on mine, but as soon as we connected, it was like we needed each other’s lips to survive. His tongue glided along my lower lip until I granted him entrance, he dominated the kiss quite easily. My hand found themselves threading into his longer that usual hair and tugging slightly. He walked me backwards until my knees hit the bed and slowly lowered me onto my back. Was I going to let him take it this far? I might honestly. Just as I was about to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his hips flush to mine, a knock at my door startled us.

“Y/n, Ryan, we’re heading out to the square to watch the Christmas parade. Mom wants you to join!” My sister yelled.

I looked at Ryan, biting my lip. “Okay! We’ll be there in a second.” I yelled back.

“Damn it.” Ryan huffed, resting his head on my shoulder. I pat the top of his telling him to get up.

I walked over to my mirror to readjust my self before turning to Ryan.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded, following him downstairs.

God, I’m so screwed.

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